Fan Fiction ❯ Versailles ❯ Blood Born ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Daremyth 
"I'm sure the Church would claim it the work of the Devil, but we both know he doesn't exist."
Chapter Warnings: language, gore, squick, implied slash, angst
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Supernatural / Occult / Horror / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.20.2002 | Updated On: 11.26.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 363 | Status: Work In Progress
"I'm sure the Church would claim it the work of the Devil, but we both know he doesn't exist."
Chapter Warnings: language, gore, squick, implied slash, angst
Anime/Manga: Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Thriller / Supernatural / Occult / Horror / Hentai / Fantasy | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 11.20.2002 | Updated On: 11.26.2002 | Pages: 4 | Words: 2.8K | Visits: 363 | Status: Work In Progress
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Title: Versailles
Claimer: I OWN EVERYTHING!! take and you DIE!!
Series: Original
Genre: fantasy, horror, occult, supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, dark, gore, vampirism, angst, semi-NCS, explicit violence, explicit language, lemon, het, supernatural-ness, MAJOR squick
Notes: ^.^ oy. mesa can't seem to write happy stories. ::sniffle: WHY can't mesa write HAPPY stories??? ::blink:: er... never mind. mesa just realized why... ::sweatdrop:: oy. I started this on All Soul's Day (Nov. 2). ^.^ could that be considered a warning of some sort...?
Symbols: *emphasis* |thoughts| :telepathy: ~telekenesis/psychokenesis~ +emotions+ _other peoples' thoughts_
Inspirations: er.. ::sweatdrop:: just browsing through the Dark Fantasy, Horror, and Occult sections under Horror on Amazon.com...
Randomness: BOO!!
Music for the Chapter: "Galway no Sora" by Emiko Shiratori
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<i>"What do you <b>mean</b> it's a demon? They don't exist!"
"Ah, but they do, Louis. You'd be surprised how many mystical beings are actually real. And this...'thing' committing all these murders is a demon. A particular type of demon, as well. It's called an algul, and it eats human flesh to survive."
"But...But... How do you <b>know</b> this?"
"...I have my ways. I'll not reveal them to you just yet."</i>
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Chapter 1 - Blood Born
The Hall of Mirrors was breathtaking at night.
The pale, silvery moonlight caressed the mirrors on the inside wall with fingers of gossamer, pouring through the full-size windows on the outside wall in gleaming silver. The light, reflected off the mirrors, then danced along the crystal faces of the chandeliers, bouncing off them to glow in tiny fragments of milky platinum along the ceiling.
It was ethereal.
Especially when spattered with blood.
The servant hadn't even had the time to realize he was being attacked before his throat had been ripped out, spraying the scarlet liquid along the floor.
A soft, rasping giggle, not in the least bit sane, echoed off the walls and glass and crystal, and a hunched form staggered forward, crimson liquid dripping from the thin, pale lips. It lurched forward, falling harshly on its knees, and reached forth with bony, almost skinless, snow-white, shaking hands. They shot forward, into the servant's chest, and ripped out the boy's heart, bringing it to a pale mouth.
Fangs, gleaming ivory in the moonlight, sank into the still-beating organ, devouring the flesh greedily, then a black tongue slithered out and lapped all the blood off the wiry hands.
Then, with an insane gleam in already crazed, pupil-less eyes, the creature ripped the boy's body apart, sending organs, flesh, and blood flying through the air to hang off various objects.
The horrified scream tore the air in two, and King Louis XVI sat up in his bed in alarm. Hurriedly, he got out of the bed, and pulled on the first clothes he found. Then he was off, running through the Chateau in the direction he'd heard the scream.
He wasn't the only one.
Just about every human in the Chateau was running towards the Hall of Mirrors; the entire Chateau was bubbling up, like an angry hive of bees.
They unconsciously parted to let him pass, and as such, he was one of the first to arrive in the Hall of Mirrors. He took one look at the hall, turned a vivid shade of green, and vomited into a corner.
Shredded flesh was flung all over the place, hanging from chandeliers, splattered across the mirrors and windows; various organs were tossed haphazardly across the floor. The floor was even slightly eaten away where a torn-up stomach had landed and the stomach acid had gotten all over the place.
The crowd reached the entrance while he was still heaving, and several people screamed, some fainting dead on the spot. The midwife who had walked in earlier, probably looking for the person who'd been shredded, had fainted along a mirror, sliding down to sprawl limply along the floor.
Finally, his heaving stopped, and he straightened awkwardly, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. He turned a brighter green as he took in all the flesh and blood, paling drastically beneath the extra coloring.
He took a deep, shaky breath, calling all his mental reserves to the front. "Everyone calm down!" he shouted, and silence descended over the crowd. "Everyone leave now. Don't let any in here at all, touch *nothing*! Someone get me Verlassen[1]!"
Obediently, everyone turned and walked away, whispering to themselves; some were sobbing. He ran a hand through his hair, waiting for Verlassen to arrive.
He waited for barely a moment.
The mysterious man stepped around the corner, ignoring the mess of the hall, and turned immediately towards him. He bowed deeply at the waist, before straightening sharply and meeting his eye with a regal air that any of Louis' officials would have been incensed by. "You called for me, Highness?"
Louis swept his arm wide, indicating the whole Hall of Mirrors. "What could have done this?" he asked softly, turning slightly greener as he again looked at the horrific scene.
The German turned and regarded the hall calmly, frowning slightly. He didn't turn green, or pale, which would have shocked most people. But Louis didn't expect it; the man was completely unshakable.
Slowly, carefully, the German walked through the hall, avoiding bits of flesh with an elegant, unconscious grace that Louis envied quite strongly. Verlassen took everything in, looking as if he was adding up clues in his head, and working out what had done it.
Finally, he returned, shrugging carelessly. "I haven't a clue, Sire," he informed him, voice calm and completely unaffected by anything in the room. "I'm sure the Church would claim it the work of the Devil, but we both know he doesn't exist." There was an odd gleam in the eerily pale silver eyes as Verlassen said that.
Louis nodded, frowning in confusion. Was he missing something here...? "Of course it wasn't the Devil." He sighed, shoulders quivering slightly, and he again ran his hand through his hair. "It was probably someone gone crazy."
"Mm. Probably."
France's king shook his head. "Verlassen, you confuse me," he murmured.
"It was never my intention, Sire," the German merely said in reply.
"All right." He sighed, shaking his head. Why had something so hideous happened in his Versailles...? And especially the Hall of Mirrors?
|Hm. It's finally happening.|
A figure moved through the dark room, past the windows hidden by thick, black velvet curtains, and settled on the queen-size, black-quilted bed.
A tiny sliver of light seeped through the slightly spread curtains, gleaming across liquid silver eyes, before the curtains drifted shut again and the thin light vanished.
|But why now? It wasn't supposed to happen for another five hundred years...|
A soft sigh shifted through the still air of the bedroom, and the figure began to drum his fingers against the bed, brow crinkled in thought.
What had Lucifer[2] in such a hurry..?
He stood up, determination written clearly on his shadow-ridden face.
"I am going to find this out."
The marketplace was loud, noisy beyond belief, and crowded. Verlassen slithered through the crowd with heavily lidded eyes, taking in everything happening around him without seeming to.
|It's a very good thing I'm not claustrophobic,| he mused.
A sudden, sharp movement to his left caught his eye, and he snapped his gaze towards it, eyes the silver of moonlight narrowed in suspicion. |Who...?|
He knew that face...
Determination etched across his features, he shoved his way through the crowd, ignoring the several indignant shouts. He clenched his jaw, and reached forward with pale hands, gripping the muscular bicep in a bone-crunching grasp. "Shindeiru[3]," he growled.
A soft, startled cry spilled from the lush lips, and the man whirled around to face him, eyes wide in surprise and fear. "Ve-Verlassen!"
His jaw clenched further, teeth grinding together as he stared at the younger man, eyes hard. "Come with me," he sneered, and grip still iron-strong, he pulled the other man towards Versailles.
"Where..." The man stopped, eyes widening as he realized they were headed toward the Chateau of the king himself. "The *Versailles*? Why are we going there?"
"It's where I live," he growled in response.
Ten minutes later, Verlassen dragged the reluctant Japanese man into the huge Chateau and through the hallways of gold-leafed railings and décor.
Versallen ignored the king who stared after him with raised eyebrows. "Verlassen, what are you doing?"
"Not now, Highness," he snapped, continuing on without stopping. "I'll tell you later."
The king raised an amused eyebrow. "All right, then. I'll see you in my chambers later tonight, then."
He nodded, ignoring the awed look on Shindeiru's face or the incensed one on Louis's advisors'. He heard them reprimanding the king, then Louis's sharp command to "shut up, you aren't the king, are you?"
Finally, he reached his suite, and threw open the ornately carved door, shoving the Japanese and sending him into a sprawling heap on the floor. "What the *hell* are you doing here?" he demanded, rounding on the younger man with fury plain on his face. "I ignore you for three hundred years, and you come to France, where you *know* I've been staying since then. *WHY*?!"
Shindeiru cowered away, flinching at the rage in Verlassen's now silver-glowing eyes. "I don't know!" he replied, voice panicked.
Verlassen sneered, before turning his back on the Japanese man and throwing open the thick, black curtains. "Did you think I'd take you *back*?" the derision in his voice was obvious. "Not even if Lucifer appeared in front of me and ordered me too."
He turned and stared hard at his old lover, lip curled up in disdain. "I don't love you, Shindeiru," he said, voice low but dangerous. "I never will. Now get out."
"So who was he?"
Verlassen just continued to stare stonily out of the huge window, clenching his teeth. |Why the *hell* did he come back *now*?! Armageddon is about to occur, and he shows up in France!| He scowled blackly, debating whether or not throttling the younger Night Child would be worth the effort.
"Verlassen..."
He frowned, turning to gaze at his lord with quiet eyes. "He was...an old lover of mine," he said slowly after a moment. "I don't know *why* he's here, though." He again turned his gaze to the clear glass of the window. "I told him quite clearly I didn't want to see his face again."
Louis raised an eyebrow at him, surprise clear on his face. "Lover? You mean..."
"Yes, Highness." He turned and gave his ruler a bitter smile.
"Hm."
That was all.
|Well, just as I'd thought,| he mused. |More open-minded than those damned Council Members of his; can't say I'm surprised. They may as well have sticks up their ass, they're so stiff.|
"Well, that's an interesting fact," Louis murmured, shrugging it off nonchalantly. Verlassen merely looked at him, not saying a word. "So anyway, what are you going to do about him?"
The German frowned, shaking his head. "I don't really know," he replied. "I don't even know what he *wants*."
The king merely raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, maybe you should ask," he suggested, a smile playing at his lips.
He frowned at him, not liking the mischievous gleam in the younger man's eyes. "Highness, if you're thinking of trying to get us back together, I highly recommend you think again," he warned, eyes serious.
Louis laughed at that, shaking his head. "Don't worry, Verlassen, I have no intention of messing with you," he assured him. "I've seen you angry at someone before. It's not an experience I'd like to be shown first-hand."
"Good."
"Really, though, what *are* you going to do about him?" Louis grew suddenly serious, which would have surprised anyone who didn't know him well. But Verlassen knew him like the back of his hand, and had expected it. "He could stay in the Chateau if you don't mind."
A thoughtful frown on his face, he turned away and stared out the window, working it out. |If he stays here, I'll at least know where he is. And I can figure out why he's here in the first place...|
With an audible sigh, he nodded. "All right..."
Shindeiru sighed, running his hand through his hair.
What had he been thinking? He *knew* Verlassen was in France, the city of Versailles in particular, so why had he come here? He *knew* how little his ex-lover liked him...
|Gods, I'm so stupid. I was hoping he'd changed his mind and decided he could possibly love me...|
He licked his lips in distress, staring out the window of the hallway.
With another, heavy sigh, he turned and walked slowly through the Chateau in the direction he could sense was the entrance and exit.
"Are actually going to ever tell me what in *Hell* you were thinking you'd accomplish by coming here?"
He jumped, letting out a soft cry of surprise, and whirled to find Verlassen standing in a corner hidden by shadows, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest, eyes heavily lidded.
His thin, stark-black, elegantly arched eyebrows were lifted in expectation.
"I..."
"You thought I'd changed my mind and decided I could fall in love with you, eh?" he asked, eyes knowing. Then a sneer slid across the breathtaking features. "Not bloody likely."
Shindeiru felt his heart sink, and glanced off to the side to hide his hurt.
"You're staying here, by the way." He stiffened, staring at Verlassen in shock. "King Louis XVI ordered it; I enforce it."
Confused, he nodded, not sure what to say.
The German smiled bitterly, suddenly, shoving himself away from the wall with a boneless, snake-like grace that made the Japanese shiver. "Follow me; I'll show you to your suite."
Then Verlassen strode down the hall, and Shindeiru was forced to follow him. He forced himself not to stare at the German's beautiful rear, but he couldn't help himself from sneaking quick glances.
:Keep staring at my ass and I'll rip you a new asshole,: was the whispered threat in the back of his mind, and he flushed bright red, and strived to keep his focus on the ground in front of him.
|Great. He tells me he hates me, and I stare at his ass and remember things he's probably forgotten years ago...| He shook his head at himself; he really *was* pathetic...
He could feel Verlassen's smirk. "Hm, yes, you *are* pathetic," he murmured, and Shindeiru sank his teeth sharply into his lip as he tried to shove down the hurt that brought.
The German, for some reason, let out a sudden, soft grunt, stopping in front of a set of doors, one of which looked oddly familiar. "Unfortunately, the only available guest suite in the chateau is right next to mine," he said, an odd, conversational tone to his voice. "So, here are your rooms; *try* not to bother me too much, eh, Pet?"
Shindeiru's pale crimson eyes blinked in shock, jumping from the door to Verlassen to the door and back again as his mind whirled in panicked circles. "I-I-" He licked his lips, then bowed his head. And then, in a very weak, small voice, "All right..."
"There's a good Pet," Verlassen exclaimed, with a falsely proud expression on his face. "Now I'll be leaving and attending to some things the King wants me doing." A smirk played at the pale lips. "Don't wear your hand out *too* much, thinking about me, hmm?"
The Japanese flushed vividly, but nodded, and walked, downcast, into his suite.
"By the way, Pet."
He froze.
"Armageddon's around the corner, just to let you know. Kill any seraphs or cherubs you might see, hmm?" An oddly jaunty wink, completely out of character, and then Verlassen stalked through the hallway, managing to look as if he was slithering.
Shindeiru walked into his suite, taking it all in.
It was *his*. His alone.
And he managed, somehow, to not wear his hand out too much.
The German would not get out of his mind.
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1. Verlassen is German for "abandoned" or "left behind"
2. Lucifer, Satan, the Devil, Beelzebub, Pluto, Hades... ::shrug:: whatever you wanna call him. ruler of, quite obviously, Hell. ^.^
3. Shindeiru (shinn-day-loo) Japanese for "dead"
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^.^ yo! ::grin:: so... how'd all you sick freaks out there like it? ^.^ (and I'm only calling you guys that because if you managed to get through the first two parts without throwing up, you're either a lover of gore and squick, or just have a really strong stomach. ^.~)
::cough:: anyway. er... ::sweatdrop:: I was gonna say something here, but I can't remember what...
Ethri: ::rolls eyes::
::glare:: shut up, muse. ::sigh:: ::shakes head:: no manners, really. it's very depressing...
Ethri: ::again rolls eyes::
::frown:: ANYWAY...
JA! ^.^
Title: Versailles
Claimer: I OWN EVERYTHING!! take and you DIE!!
Series: Original
Genre: fantasy, horror, occult, supernatural
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: slash, dark, gore, vampirism, angst, semi-NCS, explicit violence, explicit language, lemon, het, supernatural-ness, MAJOR squick
Notes: ^.^ oy. mesa can't seem to write happy stories. ::sniffle: WHY can't mesa write HAPPY stories??? ::blink:: er... never mind. mesa just realized why... ::sweatdrop:: oy. I started this on All Soul's Day (Nov. 2). ^.^ could that be considered a warning of some sort...?
Symbols: *emphasis* |thoughts| :telepathy: ~telekenesis/psychokenesis~ +emotions+ _other peoples' thoughts_
Inspirations: er.. ::sweatdrop:: just browsing through the Dark Fantasy, Horror, and Occult sections under Horror on Amazon.com...
Randomness: BOO!!
Music for the Chapter: "Galway no Sora" by Emiko Shiratori
_____________________________________________________________ ______________________
<i>"What do you <b>mean</b> it's a demon? They don't exist!"
"Ah, but they do, Louis. You'd be surprised how many mystical beings are actually real. And this...'thing' committing all these murders is a demon. A particular type of demon, as well. It's called an algul, and it eats human flesh to survive."
"But...But... How do you <b>know</b> this?"
"...I have my ways. I'll not reveal them to you just yet."</i>
_______________________________________________________ ____________________________
Chapter 1 - Blood Born
The Hall of Mirrors was breathtaking at night.
The pale, silvery moonlight caressed the mirrors on the inside wall with fingers of gossamer, pouring through the full-size windows on the outside wall in gleaming silver. The light, reflected off the mirrors, then danced along the crystal faces of the chandeliers, bouncing off them to glow in tiny fragments of milky platinum along the ceiling.
It was ethereal.
Especially when spattered with blood.
The servant hadn't even had the time to realize he was being attacked before his throat had been ripped out, spraying the scarlet liquid along the floor.
A soft, rasping giggle, not in the least bit sane, echoed off the walls and glass and crystal, and a hunched form staggered forward, crimson liquid dripping from the thin, pale lips. It lurched forward, falling harshly on its knees, and reached forth with bony, almost skinless, snow-white, shaking hands. They shot forward, into the servant's chest, and ripped out the boy's heart, bringing it to a pale mouth.
Fangs, gleaming ivory in the moonlight, sank into the still-beating organ, devouring the flesh greedily, then a black tongue slithered out and lapped all the blood off the wiry hands.
Then, with an insane gleam in already crazed, pupil-less eyes, the creature ripped the boy's body apart, sending organs, flesh, and blood flying through the air to hang off various objects.
The horrified scream tore the air in two, and King Louis XVI sat up in his bed in alarm. Hurriedly, he got out of the bed, and pulled on the first clothes he found. Then he was off, running through the Chateau in the direction he'd heard the scream.
He wasn't the only one.
Just about every human in the Chateau was running towards the Hall of Mirrors; the entire Chateau was bubbling up, like an angry hive of bees.
They unconsciously parted to let him pass, and as such, he was one of the first to arrive in the Hall of Mirrors. He took one look at the hall, turned a vivid shade of green, and vomited into a corner.
Shredded flesh was flung all over the place, hanging from chandeliers, splattered across the mirrors and windows; various organs were tossed haphazardly across the floor. The floor was even slightly eaten away where a torn-up stomach had landed and the stomach acid had gotten all over the place.
The crowd reached the entrance while he was still heaving, and several people screamed, some fainting dead on the spot. The midwife who had walked in earlier, probably looking for the person who'd been shredded, had fainted along a mirror, sliding down to sprawl limply along the floor.
Finally, his heaving stopped, and he straightened awkwardly, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth. He turned a brighter green as he took in all the flesh and blood, paling drastically beneath the extra coloring.
He took a deep, shaky breath, calling all his mental reserves to the front. "Everyone calm down!" he shouted, and silence descended over the crowd. "Everyone leave now. Don't let any in here at all, touch *nothing*! Someone get me Verlassen[1]!"
Obediently, everyone turned and walked away, whispering to themselves; some were sobbing. He ran a hand through his hair, waiting for Verlassen to arrive.
He waited for barely a moment.
The mysterious man stepped around the corner, ignoring the mess of the hall, and turned immediately towards him. He bowed deeply at the waist, before straightening sharply and meeting his eye with a regal air that any of Louis' officials would have been incensed by. "You called for me, Highness?"
Louis swept his arm wide, indicating the whole Hall of Mirrors. "What could have done this?" he asked softly, turning slightly greener as he again looked at the horrific scene.
The German turned and regarded the hall calmly, frowning slightly. He didn't turn green, or pale, which would have shocked most people. But Louis didn't expect it; the man was completely unshakable.
Slowly, carefully, the German walked through the hall, avoiding bits of flesh with an elegant, unconscious grace that Louis envied quite strongly. Verlassen took everything in, looking as if he was adding up clues in his head, and working out what had done it.
Finally, he returned, shrugging carelessly. "I haven't a clue, Sire," he informed him, voice calm and completely unaffected by anything in the room. "I'm sure the Church would claim it the work of the Devil, but we both know he doesn't exist." There was an odd gleam in the eerily pale silver eyes as Verlassen said that.
Louis nodded, frowning in confusion. Was he missing something here...? "Of course it wasn't the Devil." He sighed, shoulders quivering slightly, and he again ran his hand through his hair. "It was probably someone gone crazy."
"Mm. Probably."
France's king shook his head. "Verlassen, you confuse me," he murmured.
"It was never my intention, Sire," the German merely said in reply.
"All right." He sighed, shaking his head. Why had something so hideous happened in his Versailles...? And especially the Hall of Mirrors?
|Hm. It's finally happening.|
A figure moved through the dark room, past the windows hidden by thick, black velvet curtains, and settled on the queen-size, black-quilted bed.
A tiny sliver of light seeped through the slightly spread curtains, gleaming across liquid silver eyes, before the curtains drifted shut again and the thin light vanished.
|But why now? It wasn't supposed to happen for another five hundred years...|
A soft sigh shifted through the still air of the bedroom, and the figure began to drum his fingers against the bed, brow crinkled in thought.
What had Lucifer[2] in such a hurry..?
He stood up, determination written clearly on his shadow-ridden face.
"I am going to find this out."
The marketplace was loud, noisy beyond belief, and crowded. Verlassen slithered through the crowd with heavily lidded eyes, taking in everything happening around him without seeming to.
|It's a very good thing I'm not claustrophobic,| he mused.
A sudden, sharp movement to his left caught his eye, and he snapped his gaze towards it, eyes the silver of moonlight narrowed in suspicion. |Who...?|
He knew that face...
Determination etched across his features, he shoved his way through the crowd, ignoring the several indignant shouts. He clenched his jaw, and reached forward with pale hands, gripping the muscular bicep in a bone-crunching grasp. "Shindeiru[3]," he growled.
A soft, startled cry spilled from the lush lips, and the man whirled around to face him, eyes wide in surprise and fear. "Ve-Verlassen!"
His jaw clenched further, teeth grinding together as he stared at the younger man, eyes hard. "Come with me," he sneered, and grip still iron-strong, he pulled the other man towards Versailles.
"Where..." The man stopped, eyes widening as he realized they were headed toward the Chateau of the king himself. "The *Versailles*? Why are we going there?"
"It's where I live," he growled in response.
Ten minutes later, Verlassen dragged the reluctant Japanese man into the huge Chateau and through the hallways of gold-leafed railings and décor.
Versallen ignored the king who stared after him with raised eyebrows. "Verlassen, what are you doing?"
"Not now, Highness," he snapped, continuing on without stopping. "I'll tell you later."
The king raised an amused eyebrow. "All right, then. I'll see you in my chambers later tonight, then."
He nodded, ignoring the awed look on Shindeiru's face or the incensed one on Louis's advisors'. He heard them reprimanding the king, then Louis's sharp command to "shut up, you aren't the king, are you?"
Finally, he reached his suite, and threw open the ornately carved door, shoving the Japanese and sending him into a sprawling heap on the floor. "What the *hell* are you doing here?" he demanded, rounding on the younger man with fury plain on his face. "I ignore you for three hundred years, and you come to France, where you *know* I've been staying since then. *WHY*?!"
Shindeiru cowered away, flinching at the rage in Verlassen's now silver-glowing eyes. "I don't know!" he replied, voice panicked.
Verlassen sneered, before turning his back on the Japanese man and throwing open the thick, black curtains. "Did you think I'd take you *back*?" the derision in his voice was obvious. "Not even if Lucifer appeared in front of me and ordered me too."
He turned and stared hard at his old lover, lip curled up in disdain. "I don't love you, Shindeiru," he said, voice low but dangerous. "I never will. Now get out."
"So who was he?"
Verlassen just continued to stare stonily out of the huge window, clenching his teeth. |Why the *hell* did he come back *now*?! Armageddon is about to occur, and he shows up in France!| He scowled blackly, debating whether or not throttling the younger Night Child would be worth the effort.
"Verlassen..."
He frowned, turning to gaze at his lord with quiet eyes. "He was...an old lover of mine," he said slowly after a moment. "I don't know *why* he's here, though." He again turned his gaze to the clear glass of the window. "I told him quite clearly I didn't want to see his face again."
Louis raised an eyebrow at him, surprise clear on his face. "Lover? You mean..."
"Yes, Highness." He turned and gave his ruler a bitter smile.
"Hm."
That was all.
|Well, just as I'd thought,| he mused. |More open-minded than those damned Council Members of his; can't say I'm surprised. They may as well have sticks up their ass, they're so stiff.|
"Well, that's an interesting fact," Louis murmured, shrugging it off nonchalantly. Verlassen merely looked at him, not saying a word. "So anyway, what are you going to do about him?"
The German frowned, shaking his head. "I don't really know," he replied. "I don't even know what he *wants*."
The king merely raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, maybe you should ask," he suggested, a smile playing at his lips.
He frowned at him, not liking the mischievous gleam in the younger man's eyes. "Highness, if you're thinking of trying to get us back together, I highly recommend you think again," he warned, eyes serious.
Louis laughed at that, shaking his head. "Don't worry, Verlassen, I have no intention of messing with you," he assured him. "I've seen you angry at someone before. It's not an experience I'd like to be shown first-hand."
"Good."
"Really, though, what *are* you going to do about him?" Louis grew suddenly serious, which would have surprised anyone who didn't know him well. But Verlassen knew him like the back of his hand, and had expected it. "He could stay in the Chateau if you don't mind."
A thoughtful frown on his face, he turned away and stared out the window, working it out. |If he stays here, I'll at least know where he is. And I can figure out why he's here in the first place...|
With an audible sigh, he nodded. "All right..."
Shindeiru sighed, running his hand through his hair.
What had he been thinking? He *knew* Verlassen was in France, the city of Versailles in particular, so why had he come here? He *knew* how little his ex-lover liked him...
|Gods, I'm so stupid. I was hoping he'd changed his mind and decided he could possibly love me...|
He licked his lips in distress, staring out the window of the hallway.
With another, heavy sigh, he turned and walked slowly through the Chateau in the direction he could sense was the entrance and exit.
"Are actually going to ever tell me what in *Hell* you were thinking you'd accomplish by coming here?"
He jumped, letting out a soft cry of surprise, and whirled to find Verlassen standing in a corner hidden by shadows, leaning casually against the wall with his arms crossed across his chest, eyes heavily lidded.
His thin, stark-black, elegantly arched eyebrows were lifted in expectation.
"I..."
"You thought I'd changed my mind and decided I could fall in love with you, eh?" he asked, eyes knowing. Then a sneer slid across the breathtaking features. "Not bloody likely."
Shindeiru felt his heart sink, and glanced off to the side to hide his hurt.
"You're staying here, by the way." He stiffened, staring at Verlassen in shock. "King Louis XVI ordered it; I enforce it."
Confused, he nodded, not sure what to say.
The German smiled bitterly, suddenly, shoving himself away from the wall with a boneless, snake-like grace that made the Japanese shiver. "Follow me; I'll show you to your suite."
Then Verlassen strode down the hall, and Shindeiru was forced to follow him. He forced himself not to stare at the German's beautiful rear, but he couldn't help himself from sneaking quick glances.
:Keep staring at my ass and I'll rip you a new asshole,: was the whispered threat in the back of his mind, and he flushed bright red, and strived to keep his focus on the ground in front of him.
|Great. He tells me he hates me, and I stare at his ass and remember things he's probably forgotten years ago...| He shook his head at himself; he really *was* pathetic...
He could feel Verlassen's smirk. "Hm, yes, you *are* pathetic," he murmured, and Shindeiru sank his teeth sharply into his lip as he tried to shove down the hurt that brought.
The German, for some reason, let out a sudden, soft grunt, stopping in front of a set of doors, one of which looked oddly familiar. "Unfortunately, the only available guest suite in the chateau is right next to mine," he said, an odd, conversational tone to his voice. "So, here are your rooms; *try* not to bother me too much, eh, Pet?"
Shindeiru's pale crimson eyes blinked in shock, jumping from the door to Verlassen to the door and back again as his mind whirled in panicked circles. "I-I-" He licked his lips, then bowed his head. And then, in a very weak, small voice, "All right..."
"There's a good Pet," Verlassen exclaimed, with a falsely proud expression on his face. "Now I'll be leaving and attending to some things the King wants me doing." A smirk played at the pale lips. "Don't wear your hand out *too* much, thinking about me, hmm?"
The Japanese flushed vividly, but nodded, and walked, downcast, into his suite.
"By the way, Pet."
He froze.
"Armageddon's around the corner, just to let you know. Kill any seraphs or cherubs you might see, hmm?" An oddly jaunty wink, completely out of character, and then Verlassen stalked through the hallway, managing to look as if he was slithering.
Shindeiru walked into his suite, taking it all in.
It was *his*. His alone.
And he managed, somehow, to not wear his hand out too much.
The German would not get out of his mind.
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1. Verlassen is German for "abandoned" or "left behind"
2. Lucifer, Satan, the Devil, Beelzebub, Pluto, Hades... ::shrug:: whatever you wanna call him. ruler of, quite obviously, Hell. ^.^
3. Shindeiru (shinn-day-loo) Japanese for "dead"
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^.^ yo! ::grin:: so... how'd all you sick freaks out there like it? ^.^ (and I'm only calling you guys that because if you managed to get through the first two parts without throwing up, you're either a lover of gore and squick, or just have a really strong stomach. ^.~)
::cough:: anyway. er... ::sweatdrop:: I was gonna say something here, but I can't remember what...
Ethri: ::rolls eyes::
::glare:: shut up, muse. ::sigh:: ::shakes head:: no manners, really. it's very depressing...
Ethri: ::again rolls eyes::
::frown:: ANYWAY...
JA! ^.^