Moonlight Serenade Chapter 1 Sweet Nothing
It was a dark stormy night, the rain pounded rhythms on the castle rooftops. The flash of lightning flickared followed by a pounding of thunder, that echoed across the country like town. On top of the rolling hills sat the castle. It seemed unwelcoming with its black stainless steel gate that seemed to coil around the black fence post, and the needle-like briars that climbed up the cold, grey castle stone walls. Most of the time though, you could not make out the castle because it usually hid under a blanket of fog. Usually all you could see was its faded dark outline and the its jagged top towering high off the ground.
On this very rainy night, you probably couldn't see her, you probably couldn't see the sad lonesome girl sitting on top of the tower. Her skin white, her pained blue eyes, and blond ringlet curls. She sat there, on the side of the tower -her paper white legs dangling off the sides. With a single tear that rolled down her cheek and dripped off her snow white chin, she sat, holding one single red rose. While looking out with a lonesome expression on her face, she began to pull off one petal, and then another. She looked down at the valley below her where the small town lie and longed to be the people in it. She felt a pang of jealousy as she watched the last of the petals float to the wet ground. After realizing there was nothing she could do about her situation, she stood up. She turned around one last time and then towards the castle that held her nightmare. She began to walk but the cold, tight shackles on her feet felt as though they restrained her. She kept walking though, walking into the darkness, hearing nothing but the sound of the loud clanging shackles and the pitter-patter of the rain hitting against the stone.
The only sound she could hear as she walked down the winding, cold, stone steps was the rhythmic clanging of her own shackles. She walked and walked down the narrow stairs until she reached an elegant victorian styled hall. She continued walking -things sure have gotten quieter since the mistress fell ill, she thought to herself. She stoppped walking once she reached the end of the long hall. She stood right in front of a black door in which she stared indecively at. With her white slender hand she knocked on the door soflty. She waited a few seconds until the black door opened.
"Why hello my dear," came a mans low deep english voice from behind the door. "Come sit right down," he beckoned. He too was a pale white, he had sea green eyes and brown hair neatly parted on the side. He looked no older than twenty-two. "Was there something you wanted Nathanil?" The girl asked in a soft cooing voice. "Yes my dear, uh, why don't you sit down?" he motioned to her a burgandy leather chair. She sat down in the comfortable chair and looked up at him through her glassy blue eyes. "Aida my sweet," he started, "as you well know -the mistress is quite ill and-"
"-No Nathaniel!" she interuppted, "As you well know Alec will certainly not take a liking to that." She stammered. He walked behind the chair she was sitting in. "Aida, my rose -I -I mean, we need to extinguish the weak."
Aida stood up and looked into his green eyes, "You monster! You're the one who has turned into what she is now. Everything fell silent. He too knew that it was he who had caused the mistress' illness.
In the midst of the silence his eyes grew wide. He then thew a sinister grin to Aida, that had pure evil in itself. "Someone is here Aida," he hissed. Aida never took off her dead stone glare. "Smile you absolutely dreadful," he laughed. He began to walk out of the room -his long black cape trailing behind him. Aida burned holes through him till he was out of the room completely. The hate she had for him was ummeasurable.
Nathaniel rushed down the halls and darted around the corner. He hurriedly ran down the cold stairs and flew open the iron door when he reached the bottom. He then found himself in the entrance way. He stopped and was quiet; he knew that someone was in the castle besides its usual residents and that certain someone was human. He tried to pick up the scent of the intruder (His sences are extremely sensitive), but found none. This human was smart-to smart. This person to have been a slayer, the only kind of human who could walk into a den of vampires and not have been caught yet.
Nathaniel knew that somewhere lurking in the shadows the slayer stood, and he began to feel paranoid. "Come out come out wherever you are..." Nathaniel sang out in his english accent. It remained dead silent for another five minutes. Nathaniel took a few steps foward, "I know your here somewh-"
He didn't get to finish his sentance because a rope thrust out into the air and wrapped around his throat. "Why hello Nathaniel came a sickingly familar voice. "Don Dao?" Nathaniel chokingly cried aloud. "Correct, nice guess." Don Dao replied in a smart-elic tone. "Well comming to extinguish us agian are we?" Nathaniel laughed while pulling off the rope from his neck. "How are you going to do it this time, slayer?" Nathaniel looked at Don Dao. Dao was a very tall man with dark eyes and matching dark curly hair that reached to his shoulders. He also wore a matching brown gotee around his thin lips. He wore leather boots, a leather trench coat, a black suit, and larg wooden cross around his neck.
While staring at his enemy, Nathaniel suddenly heard a click. In a blink of a second something again wrapped around his neck, but this time he knew it wasn't a wiry rope, but something cold. It clenched down tightly around his neck too. Nathaniel feeling extremely uncomfortable looked down at the thing that was clenched around his neck. "Wow Dao, you outdid yourself this time," Nathaniel screeched. "Only the slightest movement and off with your head!" Don Dao boasted loudly. Then Dao slightly flicked it. Nathaniel let out a tiny yelp as he felt the blade slice through his flesh. Don Dao only chuckled at his misery. Nathaniel started to sweat like a pig, for this was the first time in hundreds of years he had been caught off guard like this. Everything fell silent except for the rain pounding on the roof.
Just as Don Dao was about to pull rope, resulting in the death of Nathaniel, he felt something cold on his hand. He looked down at his hand to find a frosty, white, cool hand on top of his keeping him from killing the vampire. He traced the white hand all the way to it's matching white face, "Aida," he spoke in a breathy tone. "Where have you been this whole time?" he asked her while staring into her haunting blue eyes.
Her angelic white face darkened, "Go I wish to see no more violence in this castle, I have seen to much." Her lyrical voice was demanding yet at the same time smooth.
"-But Aida," he protested
"-I wish never to see you here on these grounds ever again." She interrupted.
He looked dissapointed, yet laxed the rope so Nathaniel could escape its deadly grasp. Once Nathaniel was freed, Dao wound up th erope and coiled it aroud his belt loop. He turned and ever so quietly walked back to the black front doors. He turned around and gave Nathaniel and Aida a smirk before he opened the large doors and stepped into the cold, wet, windy night.
When Nathaniel turned to Aida and asked har what that was all that about, she just turned and gracefully walked up the staircase cooing a soft solemn song followed by the loud clanging of the metal that bound her feet together.