Disclaimer: I don't own the characters from Weiss Kreuz, I am merely
borrowing them for my story. This chapter is a first-person narrative done
through the eyes of one of my own, original characters.
~*~*~*~ Prologue: What I have become. ~*~*~*~
I look around myself in curiosity. The pews, the altar, the crucifix; not a whole lot has changed since I was in here last. It's actually quite amazing, since the last time I visited this place was almost three hundred years ago. I remember as if it were yesterday. I helped build this church, all those years ago. In fact, I was the one who crafted the stained glass images of the windows.
That was during the days I still found solace in religion. Though I no longer seek comfort from a god, I still find this place well.calming. It is the one place I feel most able to think.and to remember. There is no one in the church just now-I'm the only one crazy enough to be here in the middle of the night. I have it all to myself. That is, this church, and the memories.
My gaze rests on the sorrowful face of Christ. It seems as though he is crying. I look down at myself, imagining the crimson blood still dripping from my hands. Is he crying for me? Or perhaps for the rest of my Kind? I see no reason he should cry for demons, monsters. That's right, I think as I look down at myself, that is what I have become. The very thing I'd feared when I helped build this church-a demon.
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Author's Notes:
First off, I've been noticing a good deal of vampire fics on this website. I've read most of them, and I figured it was time to do one of my own. So here it is-done with my own twist on it-and probably not like most stories you've read thus far. This story, obviously, will include original characters, and will be mostly about them. I refuse to tell you whether this main character is male or female at this point. Decide for yourself by their actions. It will become obvious soon enough.
The second thing I will say is that I am not responsible for my characters' actions. They seem to.well.act independently from my expectations of them.
Third, all my characters have their own attitudes, beliefs, and agendas. It's really too much for one person to keep track of, so I will simply step back and allow them free run of the story from here on out.
Now before I leave, Kida is in charge (she may, or may not be the subject of this fic-I'm not telling). If she tells you to do something.please do it. If not for her amusement, then for your own safety.
~Linz~ (AKA-the Black Rose)
~*~*~*~ Prologue: What I have become. ~*~*~*~
I look around myself in curiosity. The pews, the altar, the crucifix; not a whole lot has changed since I was in here last. It's actually quite amazing, since the last time I visited this place was almost three hundred years ago. I remember as if it were yesterday. I helped build this church, all those years ago. In fact, I was the one who crafted the stained glass images of the windows.
That was during the days I still found solace in religion. Though I no longer seek comfort from a god, I still find this place well.calming. It is the one place I feel most able to think.and to remember. There is no one in the church just now-I'm the only one crazy enough to be here in the middle of the night. I have it all to myself. That is, this church, and the memories.
My gaze rests on the sorrowful face of Christ. It seems as though he is crying. I look down at myself, imagining the crimson blood still dripping from my hands. Is he crying for me? Or perhaps for the rest of my Kind? I see no reason he should cry for demons, monsters. That's right, I think as I look down at myself, that is what I have become. The very thing I'd feared when I helped build this church-a demon.
~*~*~*~
Author's Notes:
First off, I've been noticing a good deal of vampire fics on this website. I've read most of them, and I figured it was time to do one of my own. So here it is-done with my own twist on it-and probably not like most stories you've read thus far. This story, obviously, will include original characters, and will be mostly about them. I refuse to tell you whether this main character is male or female at this point. Decide for yourself by their actions. It will become obvious soon enough.
The second thing I will say is that I am not responsible for my characters' actions. They seem to.well.act independently from my expectations of them.
Third, all my characters have their own attitudes, beliefs, and agendas. It's really too much for one person to keep track of, so I will simply step back and allow them free run of the story from here on out.
Now before I leave, Kida is in charge (she may, or may not be the subject of this fic-I'm not telling). If she tells you to do something.please do it. If not for her amusement, then for your own safety.
~Linz~ (AKA-the Black Rose)