Fan Fiction ❯ Crimson ❯ Prologue ( Prologue )

Disclaimer : New story! Whoot!! These are characters I just made up and all…sooo…I hope you like it!! ^.^

 

Title : Crimson

 

Rating : R

 

Warnings : Language, violence, gore, torture, adult scenes, street/gang related stuff…yeah…

 

Categories : Action/Adventure/Romance/Horror/Angst

 

Summary : Once upon a time…when the world was new…Satan's creatures…such as vampires threatened the innocence's lives. But one faithful day…a knight comes along and seals them away with a mighty sword. Thus the human race lives peacefully…until one day…the seal is broken. And the vampires come back with a vengeance…and bloody revenge. But will faith set one vampire's heart upon his worst enemy?

 

 

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Prologue

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By Hikari

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Silent night with the holy strands of moonlight beaming down upon the still earth caught gaze of many creatures of night. A mere movement averted the eyes of those locked onto the wind flooded fields that sunk in the night sky's shadow. Brilliant stars and moon clung above in the blanket of darkness but yet nothing that could've created the movement had shown itself nor dared move again.

 

All was silent except for the soft whispers of the wind as she stroked the tall grasses like fur on a feline's back. The sound of my heart thudded in my chest…slowly beating…slowly proceeding every second worth of the minutes that go by as we all crept swiftly through the darkened area.

 

Gentle sounds of other creatures nearby caught in our extraordinary ears but we try pushing them out only to ignore for now. I can smell the fresh human scent in the wind…..Oh how delicious it smells. My lower lip trembles in a silent plea for sweet steaming human blood to stain upon my white fangs.

 

I have known the consequences of hunting for a while. Vampires feed at night and night only…unless they take that needy risk of being caught in the dim shadows of day. Those who were are tortured by the humans. How they mock us…baring their lovely skin that is a ever so delicate shield waiting to be pierced so the warm crimson liquid can stream out into our dry mouths. How I despise the torture they bring psychically and mentally to us…burning us at stake…tortures…pain to the death. As though we were pathetic little witches that hide within forest…

 

Making rumors about us is a whole different story…Garlic and stakes? A mere excuse to hide their fear…the human mind is a complicated…and yet so easy thing to unwind. They push their fear away and lock it with something untrue…as though they don't want to face the truth. But when the door opens and fear enters their little minds…they try and do what they think is true. Failing miserably to the death…As we tower over their race. No more begging for blood now. And crosses…

 

I pause a moment from the depths of thought to cup the mysterious accessory that clings to my neck. Made of pure gold, an strong chain baring a cross as decoration at the end. My long sharpened fingernails poke at the hard stone, tracing the structure of the holy icon. My vision trances for a mere moment…Until I hear it again. I look up…my ears catching a faint…but sound that makes me shiver with delight.

 

A tiny whimper from the stocks.

 

A cold smirk plays across my purple lips, and I gracefully make my move forward, nearing the tall grasses. Acting as though a tiger stalking prey…I move ever so slowly…cautious not to make one slight noise…for if I do. The consequences of no food strike again…But that worry is far from my mind. I always get what I want from start…it's what I've lived for after all. The dark expression on my face lingers about my features as I near closer. I can smell and hear every movement the human makes. It is that of a mere human child. But they serve good enough…for there blood is fresher than that of the older ones. Though less to give it is sweet and innocence lurks within it when it stains my sharp tongue.

 

The wind shifts and a different scent catches in my nostrils. I pause for a brief second…figuring out what could've contained the powerful aura I felt. My eyes avert for a second before going back in the child's direction. More whimpers I hear as I draw closer to the scared little one…He is right there. I can feel his tiny aura in the stocks. My grin widens as I gently brush the tall weeds out of interference. My eyes locking upon his big soft brown ones. They were mixed with fear…tears of sadness…his body trembling…and from those parted lips the soft cries through clenched teeth. I grin at this. The emotions I cherish every time I gaze upon the new victims in my powerful grasp…The human eyes can be so full of emotion.

 

As I stand there, towering over the young boy and cherishing the sweet moment of victory and feeling, something cuts through the wind behind me and swiftly I step aside, backing away. I bare my sharp fangs at the intruder. Bright brilliant eyes searching for thou who shall pay for interference. I look upon a human figure…he is the same tall height as I. Sandy locks of his bangs drop upon those unforgettable blue eyes. Glaring at me…for I am the enemy…I am the inferior to his pitiful human race. A dark red cape drapes upon the dirt stained earth and broken weeds. He wears some armor over muscles…a knight perhaps? Yes…he has changed quite a bit, I see.

 

He pants. Sweat stains the dirty golden hair as it rolls down his face. I cannot help but stare at the faintest scratch upon his cut cheek. Most likely a branch or sharp weed must have struck him on his way to save the weaker…younger offspring of a fellow villager. A thick metal made sword pierces the ground in front of the child, as he stands a protective pose in front of him.

 

“You…” his deep voice cuts the eerie silence of night.

 

“Yes…..me.” I reply, a smart tone mixes within my voice.

 

“I thought I banished you fiends…I guess I was wrong. But out off all the hell scums…you, Blake are the biggest nuisance to me! Why you torment me I do not know…but I will stop your interferences once and for all.” The man's tone seems infuriated with me. As though I should've been scared…what did he expect me to do? Back off?

 

I chuckle.

 

“Ah, Alexander. A once good friend of mine…I see you've changed quite a bit. No matter…friendship never counted in the first place.” I say with a betraying expression within my eyes.

 

His blue orbs seem to gleam in pure anger at me. I see I have angered him but he is no threat to us. For humans are not threats to such beings such as we. We overpower…practically rule if it weren't for the small fact the humans outnumber all.

 

“You will pay…you will pay…” I hear him murmur. “Die!!”

 

Alexander gives his battle cry warning as he raises the sword from the ground. It looks heavy for him but he manages to lift it easily and even run at me with it. Impressive…for a human. Now he would see my powers…

 

He leaps into the air, with a powerful thrust off the ground from the long strong legs. Before the sword could even strike my face, I focus and he freezes in mid air. With a wave of my hand he is sent back, flying and striking hard into a tree. I hear a crack of one of his bones. A lovely sound really. The fool knows not what just happened. I can tell from the confused expression on his dumbfounded face. He is dazed but not out. I figure…why not have some fun before a clean kill? But once this one's smarts kick in…I know for a fact he is not to be messed with. I will do it quickly…then strike the younger.

 

I walk slowly towards the fallen warrior. I knew from the gleam in his eye as he stood up still strong he was hiding something. But I could not figure out what. I try to read his mind but cleverly he knows when a vampire does so, probably from experience, and somehow keeps his thoughts locked away to himself. His right ankle weakens and the pain mixes in his face, but he limps forward determined to finish me.

 

I place a hand on his chest, my nails ripping the exposed garments under heavy armor and piercing warm delicate skin. I draw my hand from his body and lick the blood stained tips of my fingers. He takes another strike at me. I swiftly move from his grasp. Pathetic soul actually had good aim for a warrior, but just was not fast enough for a vampire's speed.

 

When the time came after playing around, I grow bored and suddenly move forward, striking. I pin him to the nearest tree, my strong grasp holding him in place. Though I rather enjoyed humans who put up a fight such as he did. My lips brush up against his ear and he feels my lips grow into a smile.

 

“This was fun…but now your time is up…my friend…” I say sinking my lips down to that delicate neck. Oh how I felt the warmness of blood against the thin layer of fresh skin. I could smell it's fresh sweetness…such a strong…intriguing scent. As my fangs bare and I go to take my bite I earned, a sudden piercing goes right through my heart.

 

The pain was intense. I had never experienced anything quite like it in my life. I pause for a moment to intake the piercing pains that scar my black heart. I see my own blood drip off the tip of a strange looking yet familiar sword that cuts right through my chest. Right through my thick muscles and skin…direct hit in my heart…A few pants escape my parted lips and I bare fangs at the imposter. My eyes shake slightly and I glare guiltily at my killer.

 

“Goodbye friend…” he says bids his farewells to my dying self as he withdraws the impaled sword from my body. It then hits me. It was a legendary Blood Sword. A sword that is said could seal the devil himself. I gap at it. For I have never seen…but heard of them. They were rare…extraordinary…but a threat.

 

I feel myself falling, air whipping at my face and wind kissing my paled skin. The soft grass makes it a softer landing and I lay there for a moment as my vision fades away. My very life and soul…drifting from my body. Again.

 

It's a strange thing, just to evanescence. For life I had wondered about it, afterlife, and more. Well…it's another thing. To be sealed. That is what the sword does to those of cold blood running through black hearts created by Lucifer. Your very mind and soul is painfully sucked away from your body, and you are left to linger there, forever falling in your own darkness you created from scratch. Words cannot describe pain and sadness you go through. Words can not also describe what it is like to be in that position. Everything you know and live for…gone. But that's the consequences…right? Somebody must face them…in other words…me. I was a killer. A murderer. A vampire. I was Blake……And I will live on.

 

Alexander stands before my fallen body. I could've sworn a tear flooded his eye as he stared down upon what he finished. Once a dear friend…now gone to be an enemy. Perhaps love comes and goes as they say…even strong bonds of friendship. The demon's soul was too far within me. I liked it like that.

 

The child runs over, still fearing that I would move and strike again. Alexander's expression gave him comfort to go nearer. The child did, drawing nearer with small steps.

 

“I-is he d-dead, sir?” the child stammers in another whimper.

 

Alexander simply nods his head as he puts a strong hand over the boy's shoulder. He stares the young boy strait in the eyes and sighs.

 

“You no longer must fear…for the most dangerous threat to humans, lies here…his blood staining the soil beneath him. He was caught in his own darkness he created himself.” Alexander says standing up. He tries to straiten his back but his leg bothers him once more. The child's eyes widen and he looks up to Alexander.

 

“I'll go get the head master!” he announces as he runs off to the nearby village that lies ahead, amongst peaceful hillsides.

 

Alexander stares after him, making sure overseeing a safe journey before staring back to my body. His heart stopping and weakening as my gaze is locked on him somehow. Glaring…rather piercing into his very soul to make him feel guilt and pain for the death he had caused. He knew I would not quit so easily…for I was one for sweet revenge. He knew he had killed the killer himself…but he messed with the life of he wrong murderer.

 

Alexander weakly stands, still saddened at the loss of one of his old dear friends, now turned against him as sole enemy. He limps off towards the village, leaving my body there to later take and bury in a sacred temple. The sun begins to rise overhead starting the new day…and yet sinking the village with sorrow and relief.