The Last Vampire
Written by: Sorrowful Princess
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Genre: Supernatural/Romance
Pairing: NatsumeXMikan
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A/N: Hello readers. Here I am, posting yet another story. But this time, it's a supernatural/romance one. I wrote this, because the idea kept bugging me at night. I can't sleep unless I type this. Though I absolutely have no idea how this story should go, I think I should post it. I don't know how long it will take to complete this, or if ever I'll be able to complete this, but I'd like it more if I could make this into a multi-chapter story which won't exceed ten chapters.
I don't even know if this idea has potential. For one, I couldn't even find the right way to start this. I'm totally blown up, my brain isn't working, and I'm afraid this will only turn gibberish and rubbish. Should I really post this? I don't know. I just gathered my strength and tried this, without even knowing where it's heading. Honestly, I'm having a hard time. This story is so much of a challenge for me. I can't describe the feeling at all. I'm frustrated 'cause I feel like the idea is there but my brain just won't give me any help to make it work. Do you understand me? I hope you do.
I know I said that I settle for short humor stories for the mean time, and that I could not afford to write stories that are a bit serious, but here I am, trying, without even knowing why. I feel like this story's going to be a failure, and I won't hesitate to delete this if it did. After all, the decisions are all up to me, since I am the author.
I am not inspired. I'm more like expired, but not depressed. Absolutely not. I have nothing to be depressed about.
Sorry if I started ranting on things...
I do hope you'll like and appreciate this, though.
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Disclaimer: I do not own Gakuen Alice, and I don't wish for it to be mine, either. The responsibility is just too high. Anyways, this story's concept about vampires isn't mine as well. It's from a book (I don't remember the title), but the author's Christopher Pike. Have you heard of him? Oh well, I was just interested.
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-x- Prologue -x-
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Nightfall.
Literary speaking, it was the state of diffused or dim illumination. But for someone like me, its meaning is way beyond the waves of oceans; way beyond the peak of the tallest mountains; way beyond the darkest of the shadows; and way beyond the deepest fathom imaginable. It's not just the transfusion of light into dark; it's my infrangible solitude, where my heart never fails to beat in accordance to the night breeze's rhythm.
How many times I have experienced night fall---I don't know. I've lost count, since it was like clockwork. It will always come; it will always be there, lurking beyond the dazzling light of the sun. But there's something more dazzling than the giant fire ball that reigns the galaxy. I've only seen it once, just once, and I wonder when will I be able to see it again.
Red moon.
It was the first thing my eyes have ever laid on that very night I was made. It was the only sparkling thing that caught my interest, and for a moment, its beauty made me forget the burning pain in my throat; the drying and agonizing feeling within my system.
Odd, for I have no memories before I was converted into this kind of life. The red moon and the burning pain were the first ever memory that registered through my brain. Who am I before what I am now, I don't know. Was I human? Was I once a prey? I couldn't tell. After all, all that mattered at that time was to saturate my thirst.
Yes, blood.
The sweet scented aroma---it's simply irresistible. Once you taste it, you'll never forget it. And the sensation... yes. The warm, willful sensation of blood streaming from my mouth to my throat---ah, it's the best thing in this world.
I wanted blood. I crave for it.
But I don't exactly die without it.
The concept that my kind would die without blood is simply something humans invented over time. Yes, blood is the primary source of strength, but I could eat and digest human food as well.
If you look at it in a much sensible perspective, I am no different from humans. I look like them, I can perfectly walk under the sun, I am immune to garlic---funny, they thought I am afraid of garlic? I could even swallow one. It doesn't matter---and I don't burn when exposed to holy water and crucifix. If that were true, I should have been reduced to ashes by now, since I was wearing a necklace and a pair of earrings which is in the shape of the cross. I don't sleep in coffins, it's ridiculous. I can sleep wherever I want; however, I am somewhat luxurious. I sleep in a king-sized bed, lived in the most glamorous mansions, have the most extravagant accessories, have the most exclusive cars---I can buy the whole world if I desire.
How I manage to be so rich, it's quite simple.
Just how old do you think I am? I am older than everyone else. Despite my appearance as an innocent teen, my experience and flexibility in life never fade.
I was here before the wars had commenced. I was here before the titanic sunk. I was here even before the pyramids were erected under the bright sun. I was here even before anybody had been.
I was here, and still am.
From time to time, I change my identity. I've been through all the possible names, all through the possible backgrounds, and humans weren't even aware that all those people they have met in their lives were all me. All me. And before they could even raise a suspicion, they die, whether it's out of disease or oldness.
Very few people took notice and became suspicious of me. They noticed I don't age, and that I look exactly the same. They notice that for some reason, they are being drawn to me, without any particular reason. They notice that I was far from being human. And all of those very few people---they died. Painfully.
Yes, I've killed. How many bodies I've drained---I don't remember. But I am not such a cruel monster. I only kill if I must; I only kill when I feel my existence is in the verge of collapsing.
Despite my monstrous factors, I can very well love. In fact, I could even love way beyond humans could. And when I set my eyes on a particular human, I remain loyal. Though it can't be helped to be playful sometimes. That's life. As I've learned.
But I am very frustrated at this moment.
My throat's been itching, burning and drying all at the same time. I want to slit my throat apart, pour something warm in it. Actually, I am far from being calm right now. After all, I haven't drunk a human's blood for nearly two thousand years.
Too long of a break, I know. But it's not like I desired it. I hated it.
This wouldn't have happened if that traitor of a man didn't curse me. This wouldn't have happened if he'd just stay forever lovingly in my arms. But when he discovered what kind of creature I am, he detested me, disgusted me, and loathed me like I was the worst being that ever existed in this world. True, I'm the world's most dangerous predator, but I never meant him any harm. Yes, of course, I was tempted to drain his body; to drink his blood, but I loved him. More than anyone else. More than I've loved my past lovers and husbands.
But he just couldn't take it.
He tried to kill me, failed miserably, and then tried again. He never gave up to wipe me off of the face of the earth, and in the end he resolved into cursing me, which made me so frustrated I ended up killing him.
Yes, I've killed him.
It broke my heart. He broke my heart.
Ever since then, I never get myself to commit as much as I did back there. Yes, I still love. But not so intensely anymore. After all, when they learn what I am, they will all have the same reaction. They will detest me, loathe me till they leave me no choice but to kill them.
Kill---a very typical word. Very typical deed. And I don't feel remorse over it. When I kill, it means it's over.
And I want to kill now. I want to drain mounds of bodies. I am very thirsty, and even a whole village won't be enough to saturate my thirst.
But I can't. I can't drink blood, for the moment a drop of blood touches my lips, I'll die. That insolent curse, it made my life hell these past two thousand years.
I can't drink blood, and I will continue not to drink blood---but not anymore.
I've finally found the way to annihilate this curse out of my system.
That traitor of a man, it seemed he had a living descendant. And the blood of that descendant would serve as my counter curse. How I manage to know that, my, what are my two thousand years for?
Suits me fine, his descendant's blood would be the first one for me to taste for two thousand years. I won't show him any mercy; I'll drain his body till there isn't a single drop left. I'll show him what I am really loathed for.
The night atmosphere was cold, and the breeze was swaying very sluggishly. It's now exactly midnight, and with one last look at the dark sky, I leaped into the branch of a huge tree then to the window of a two-story house smoothly and noiselessly. I pushed the window upward flawlessly, and without wasting another second, I landed my feet on the carpeted floor of my prey's bedroom.
There he is, my food, sleeping peacefully in his bed, looking so innocent and vulnerable. I stared at him for a while, taking in his features. There is no doubt; this is his descendant. They have the same raven, tousled hair; the same shape of face; same body length; and I assume they have the same bloody red eyes. He was his complete replica.
A triumphant smirk made its way into my lips. Tonight, I'd be free from the curse. And tonight, this very splendid night, I'd make him realize how much vampires must be feared.
After all, I'm the last of my kind.
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-x- to be continued? -x-
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A/N: So, how was it? Yes, the vampire isn't Natsume. I just thought (I hope I won't offend anyone) that the idea of having a man as a vampire is too common. I want to look at it in a different perspective.
Please do review, and tell me if you'd like it if I continue this.
Thanks for reading.
Lovelots,
-Eurice-