I don't own the Vampire Chronicles or Sailor Moon, but if I owned Lestat…
Use your imagination. However, I do own this story. Don't sue! I'm trying
to save up for a demented smart-kids camp!
P
Walking hand in hand down a moonlit path, two lovers with eyes only for each other had not the sense to realize the impending doom that was waiting for them under the trees.
Sunday, March 1st: 10:26 pm
Waterrose Park
Tokyo, Japan
"Oh, Darien, isn't it wonderful that we finally got some time to ourselves? Now that we haven't gotten any more enimies after Queen Galexia, we don't really have to worry, do we?" the 17-year-old blonde asked the 3- year-older dark-haired man by her side.
"You're right, Serena, we don't have to worry anymore. Let's just hope that the peace continues, for everyone's sakes," said the man, holding her closer to him. After sharing a brief kiss, they continued down the path toward what would ultimately change their fates.
'That's it,' the preditor thought, 'just a little closer before I…'
Then, he was upon her, swiftly, into the actions of the routeen hunt that had become a rythym for him, like the heartbeat he would never have again.
"What the…" a shocked Darien muttered as he saw a man, what it looked like to be, trying to bite his lover's neck some twenty feet away.
"DARIEN!" she yelled, just before the hunter took her neck and pierced the tender flesh with his fang-like teeth. "AHH!" she screamed, as the hunter was taking from her what he wanted… her life's blood, for his own existance, here, safely in the night. It slid down his throat like liquid silk would, but with a much sweeter taste, if anything else. Taking his fill, almost draining her to the point of death, he asked her a simple question,
"Have you had enough?"
"Hai," she answered. "I want no more of this. Onigai let me go. Onigai! I beg you!"
Furrowing his brow, like he was deep in thought, he waited for the look on her face that told she was ready to be released. "Okay," he finally stated. "But cross my path again, and you are going to be missing a lot more blood than what I have already taken from you. Is that clear?"
"Hai, sir."
"Good, that's what I meant it to be." He then took his hands away from her throat and arms, which held her in place as he had taken her blood, and walked carefully away.
"Who are you?" Darien hissed at the man as he walked away. The man stopped, but did not turn around to meet his gaze. "Who are you?" Darien said again when he (thought he) got the man's attention. The man turned around to face him, and for the first time, Darien realized that he was very pale, and seemed to glow a little bit.
His eyes were a greyish-blue the looked almost anything but human, the way the eyes were… shaped, so to speak. Very vividly colored, as one would notice immedietly.
As the man brushed some stray hair away from his eyes that had fallen out of the loose ponytail of curly, blonde hair, he noticed his fingers. It wasn't the fingers themselves, rather the nails. They looked like polished glass, almost like claws.
"I am going to say my name once, and once only boy," the man hissed, "so you had better listen if you know what's good for you." He bowed to Darien, briefly, and as he came back up, he looked over at Serena, who had started to become pale.
Darien rushed over to her, and tried to comfort her, although she was already unconcious from shock. The man looked at them both and said one thing before disapearing into the night.
"Lestat de Lioncourt."
P
Walking hand in hand down a moonlit path, two lovers with eyes only for each other had not the sense to realize the impending doom that was waiting for them under the trees.
Sunday, March 1st: 10:26 pm
Waterrose Park
Tokyo, Japan
"Oh, Darien, isn't it wonderful that we finally got some time to ourselves? Now that we haven't gotten any more enimies after Queen Galexia, we don't really have to worry, do we?" the 17-year-old blonde asked the 3- year-older dark-haired man by her side.
"You're right, Serena, we don't have to worry anymore. Let's just hope that the peace continues, for everyone's sakes," said the man, holding her closer to him. After sharing a brief kiss, they continued down the path toward what would ultimately change their fates.
'That's it,' the preditor thought, 'just a little closer before I…'
Then, he was upon her, swiftly, into the actions of the routeen hunt that had become a rythym for him, like the heartbeat he would never have again.
"What the…" a shocked Darien muttered as he saw a man, what it looked like to be, trying to bite his lover's neck some twenty feet away.
"DARIEN!" she yelled, just before the hunter took her neck and pierced the tender flesh with his fang-like teeth. "AHH!" she screamed, as the hunter was taking from her what he wanted… her life's blood, for his own existance, here, safely in the night. It slid down his throat like liquid silk would, but with a much sweeter taste, if anything else. Taking his fill, almost draining her to the point of death, he asked her a simple question,
"Have you had enough?"
"Hai," she answered. "I want no more of this. Onigai let me go. Onigai! I beg you!"
Furrowing his brow, like he was deep in thought, he waited for the look on her face that told she was ready to be released. "Okay," he finally stated. "But cross my path again, and you are going to be missing a lot more blood than what I have already taken from you. Is that clear?"
"Hai, sir."
"Good, that's what I meant it to be." He then took his hands away from her throat and arms, which held her in place as he had taken her blood, and walked carefully away.
"Who are you?" Darien hissed at the man as he walked away. The man stopped, but did not turn around to meet his gaze. "Who are you?" Darien said again when he (thought he) got the man's attention. The man turned around to face him, and for the first time, Darien realized that he was very pale, and seemed to glow a little bit.
His eyes were a greyish-blue the looked almost anything but human, the way the eyes were… shaped, so to speak. Very vividly colored, as one would notice immedietly.
As the man brushed some stray hair away from his eyes that had fallen out of the loose ponytail of curly, blonde hair, he noticed his fingers. It wasn't the fingers themselves, rather the nails. They looked like polished glass, almost like claws.
"I am going to say my name once, and once only boy," the man hissed, "so you had better listen if you know what's good for you." He bowed to Darien, briefly, and as he came back up, he looked over at Serena, who had started to become pale.
Darien rushed over to her, and tried to comfort her, although she was already unconcious from shock. The man looked at them both and said one thing before disapearing into the night.
"Lestat de Lioncourt."