An Example of How I Ramble: Now, this is my first fanfiction so I do of course expect some criticism to come from it. That doesn't bother me, though. Everyone makes mistakes on their first tries with things. ^^ Anywho, I also hope you all enjoy what I'm writing. I really love this series and feel like I can incorporate a lot of my own ideas into it due to the huge gaps in-between books and such. Especially since it is complete and I've read all five books to work off of. Since I'm more used to writing original stories, the more room I have the better it will be. Honestly, I don't feel like I could pull off many other things, because, while I love to read, I usually don't have as much fun with books as I did this particular set.
Rating: M
Summary/Plot: Vladimir Tod is a half-vampire, half-human boy. He's had a hard life for the past few years, so it's only natural that he wasn't surprised when, right after it started getting good again, it soon started to crumble. He and his girlfriend have been growing farther and farther apart, the people he love are all being thrown in a grave, and he is starting to feel a strong attraction toward the same sex. And the most unfortunate thing is that the guy he has started to crush on is out for revenge. This vengeance, of course, includes killing Vlad.
Side Note: This story is kind of a yaoi, even though it isn't based off of an anime or manga like a lot are. That means there will be boyxboy relationships within the story and the occasional smutt. Don't like? Don't read. You've been warned.
Disclaimer: I do not own and am in no way associated with the Chronicles of Vladimir Tod.
Chapter 1: I Don't Love You Like I Did Yesterday
Steaming water soaked the boy in the tub, turning his pale skin bright red. For an hour now he'd remained in the bath and he hadn't even taken the time to wash off. Rather, the entire time was spent thinking.
Why, just two months ago he and his beloved had been cuddling on the couch, hot cups of blood type O positive in their hands and giggling over silly things whilst the couple onscreen struggled with relationship problems. But it had been different. It'd been lacking. Vladimir's heart didn't pound against his chest when her lips came inches from his blood-stained ones. His mind didn't race through goofy thoughts of marriage and children. Instead, he just kind of stared at her and uttered four words that were rarely used in romantic situations with his dear mate. "What are you doing?"
Sweet Snow had backed off within seconds and the room soon became eerily silent. After a few moments passed the raven-haired boy had stood and informed her that he wanted to get some rest. Afterwards he'd retreated to bed, not even thinking of her like he usually did when he escaped reality to fall into sleep's clutches. Even as he closed his eyes the only thing to be seen was dark oblivion. Her face was not seen in his dreams.
This never happened, not even occasionally. And sadly, now was the only time he'd begun to think about it. His fiancé's well-being had never even entered his mind. Not even a drip of love and care for the new vampire managed to seep through his skull. Even now he didn't think of her as the one he loved the most, but more so the dark-eyed Pravus wondered whether or not their relationship would come to an end. And if so, when?
Onyx irises, heavy with sleep, slowly slithered over to the door when his name was called and a demand to get out of the bathroom was made. The voice was none other than that of his wife-to-be. "I'll be out in a minute!" was yelled back, anger and frustration rising in the half-vampire's voice. It seemed like the teenage abomination waiting impatiently outside could at least hold a bit of respect for the man who had saved her life. Not to mention, the house didn't belong to her. It was Vlad's property.
Here he was again, berating his lover rather than declaring his eternal love for her. As he rose from his bath, liquid dripping from almost every inch of his body, silent curses flashed through the mind of the 19-year-old. A trail of water was left as a towel was grabbed. The rough fabric was ran over his body by his own hands, pruned due to the long period of time they'd spent underneath the small lake of clear tears.
It felt as if the steam in the room had found its way into the young man's head, causing to feel drowsier than he already was at 2am. It didn't matter, though. As always, once he'd dried off and was out of the bathroom, the cool air that greeted him not only caused goosebumps to rise on his white flesh, but the fog in his mind to disappear as well.
Greeting him with a hand on her hip and an argument ready, Snow gave Vladimir a light shove, causing him to stumble a bit. She disappeared into the bathroom, door slamming loudly behind her. Sighing, the boy who had just been bullied by his own girlfriend disappeared into his bedroom, a small room that was at the end of the hall. He'd adopted this room when it was clear that he had no intention of sleeping in the same bed as Snow, and rather enjoyed the arrangement even though he had no company and there was a notable lack of space in the box-shaped area.
Trudging over to his bed proved easier than expected, seeing as the droopy-eyed male didn't collapse mid-step. Actually, he managed his way over there without so much as a pause to shut his eyes for a moment. Being wrapped up in sheets and blankets brought him comfort despite the fact he never really traded in his towel for clothing. Too tired. It may have been easier just to have fallen asleep while bathing. Then again, Snow would have eventually found a way to kick him out, so it didn't really make much of a difference.
Breathing in the smell of his cotton pillow, damp from his hair that had never been dried, Vladimir did his best to rid his mind of thoughts that bothered him and just let the blackness caress him. He'd learned to welcome it, that lack of his dearest in his soul and heart.
Please don't be mad at Snow, my dearies! D: She's really sweet in the books and happened to be one of my favorite characters, but since she's a vampire now and all and I thought it would be easy to twist her personality and make her more aggressive. ;D I needed to make the couple grow apart, too, so this seemed like a good way to do that. And you know what that means? Sexy funtaime with Vlad and a cute OC you'll meet in just a few chapters. ^^ I hope you've enjoyed this one so far. Oh, and it's not over yet. xD I'm just in the mood to pop in and have a few words with my readers, and since there's a quick break in the story now seemed like a good time. ;D This is mostly rambling and I myself don't find it particularly interesting, by the way. It should get better later on, though. If it doesn't I'll pretend to give you cookies virtually. :D
Speaking of rambling, I'm doing that right now. Sorry. Dx Habit. I always talk a lot when I'm discussing stories and such. Anyways, I'll let you get back to reading now. :3
"Quit staring at her like that! She's gonna think you're a creep," Vlad muttered, hitting his best friend lightly on the shoulder with a balled up fist.
Henry McMillan. He'd been Vlad's best friend since they were merely gurgling babies. Soon they moved up to sticking their noses into things as toddlers and reeking havoc among unsuspecting parents as children. This one boy had comforted him when he lost his parents as a tween and in high school stuck by his side even though it probably wasn't good for his image as "popular boy" to hang around the gothic loser Vladimir had always been known as. Even though their relationship had often been taken advantage of by the awkward teen, they had remained extremely close friends over the years and no one could be trusted as much as the broad brunette sitting next to him in the café.
The room was decorated as anyone would expect from a local coffee shop, colored with creams and beiges. It included simple designs and the occasional poster of a featured drink that was being sold. The only thing out of place was a particular hazel-eyed man staring at the rump of a dark-skinned waitress.
In case it hadn't already been figured, Vlad's old friend could be a bigger dork than himself sometimes. He eventually managed to shake Henry's attention away from the long-haired beauty behind the counter, but the chore had been rather difficult and even as he managed to get most of his drudge's attention back to him the coffee-colored irises still lingered on their server.
Henry here had been facing relationship problems as well. He'd been madly in love with a girl Vlad had met at this old club known as the Crypt. At one time the young vampire had thought it to be the most intriguing, amazing place in the world. It had seemed like his only escape from the real world and its happenings other than his secret hideout in Bathory High's belfry. The company had been decent, the music had been something he actually enjoyed, and it was where he'd met Snow for the first time. She'd been much more down-to-earth during her time as a human and they'd shared many good times in the small building. Unfortunately, it had recently been shut down and replaced with a bar. Many of the remnants of Vlad's childhood were really nothing now, but those little things he had left he kept around for sentimental value in a secret box that not even his girlfriend or best friend knew the location of.
Lately the two had been sharing the troubles they'd been having with their women. It had become a popular topic and was often discussed when Henry wasn't staring down a woman. This wasn't necessarily a new thing. He'd never cheated on October, but even while they were actually happy with dating one-another Vlad had caught his friend drooling over different people almost daily. It'd never gotten on his nerves, at least not much, but was something he made sure to keep in check. This was more so for the sake of keeping his friend from being beaten to death with a purse by the poor girls he stalked than to keep his shaky relationship with October alive, though.
"I can't help it, dude. She's hot," were the words that broke into Vlad's train of thought, the gaze of his friend resting completely on him now.
Vlad shrugged in response, rolling his eyes. It seemed like the guy could control his libido for at least a few hours so that they could enjoy their cappuccinos. They met there every few days to share a drink and chat, seeing as their schedules and partners were taking up most of their time as of late. It was the only way they could see each other, other than the occasional double date or party. And when the summer was over and college started, they would each be even busier. It was a sad thought that one day Vladimir wouldn't get to see his friend, likely weeks at a time. But he supposed this was one of the things that came with adulthood. Lack of happiness and loss of friends. It was really no wonder Nelly had never had any friends over when she was alive.
Nelly. Vlad's aunt had taken such good care of him when his parents died, but now she was gone. He'd lost her to the hands of his own father, the man he'd later had to kill in order to ever have any peace in his life. And even after that the drama persisted for a while. Bathory went in ruins before the death of the man who'd sired him and many dear people had been lost in the chaos. One of these people carried the surname Snelgrove, and he'd been Vlad's old principle all the way through both middle and high school. He'd never been overly fond of the man. In fact, he felt like he smelled like cheese and looked similar to a rat, but no one deserved to die. Especially since the deaths were caused all because Vlad's father had possessed the courage to birth him
"I'll think I'm ready to get going," Vladimir muttered quickly to Henry, shaking his hand and exchanging goodbyes before standing and moving out of the café. The ding that signaled his exit sounded, and the pale-skinned creature didn't take note that he'd left the rest of his drink on the table inside. He'd been too busy trying to keep from bawling. When he'd escaped his friend, who'd more than likely been too busy looking down the petite blonde to take note of his tear-rimmed eyes, he let the water flow. Bittersweet liquid traveled down the cheeks of the boy and he had to force back choking sobs.
There was really only one thing to say at this point. Adulthood sucked.
I don't think a description of Henry was ever given in the books, so I took the liberty of going ahead and showing a rough idea of how I've always imagined him. I'm sure most people probably thought of him as a blonde, but what can I say? I think brunettes make better populars. ;D That made me sound like a giant hypocrite. xD
I really want to drag this out a bit. This'll probably have an ongoing plotline but right now I'm kind of just winging it and sticking to a love-story-tragedy type thing. If you have any ideas to add, then just leave a review and say so or PM me. And not to forget, two of our friends that we all know and love are going to get their own little chapter later on so you can see how their current relationship is going. ;D. AND YOU GET NO HINTS. I still love you all, though.
