hi hi~! welcome to my first story on here! ^-^ umm...does anyone know why interactive stories are not allowed on here? I think that's ridiculous! it makes no sense, what's wrong with them? well, that's what this was intended to be, but I guess since it's not allowed I will just write the 'true ending' for now, but trust me, the interactive version would have rocked your socks! XDD
okay, so I should probably just say this, Veronica is not my ex girlfriend. she was a girl I went to school with eons ago. so, that's been settled, on with the show!
unlike many, I get to say this. I DO own Cruor Pluvia. it is mine so do not use it for yourself, alright? :)
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in an apartment on the upper east side of town, all seemed peaceful. the sound of a shower could be heard as the occupant of the home bathed. she smiled and made a soft, pleased sound, running her fingers through her long dark brown hair. she was pretty, but not so much that someone would really call her beautiful. she sighed softly, turning off the water and getting out of the shower. she took a towel and dried herself off, drying her hair a bit before wrapping the towel around her waist and walking down the hall. she stopped for a moment to check her answering machine. "Ronny, it's your mother. I wanted to tell you that I'm in town for the next few days and I was hoping that you could come meet me for lunch sometime this week. I haven't seen you in a while...you haven't been home since christmas last year...anyway, please call me back, I want to hear what life in the big city is like...compared to the town you grew up in, it must be so very different...I bet it's exciting...take care, alright Ronny?" said her mother, giggling when she said it was exciting which made Veronica smile. the machine beeped and the next message played. "Veronica, it's me, Eric. please talk to me, I just wanna understand what's going on. please you barely said anything and I just-" Veronica rolled her brown eyes and deleted the message. she didn't give a damn about him anymore and like hell she'd explain her reasoning to him. having listened to all the messages, she went to the refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of red wine. she poured herself a glass and headed to her room. she smiled to herself and took a sip before setting the glass on the desk beside her computer. she changed into a nightgown and got her hair dyer out, drying her hair. she hummed a little as she dried it, making sure it was thoroughly dry before she put the hair dryer away. she then went over to her computer and turned it on, getting ready to do her usual hobby of writing romance novels. she believed she would get one published one day. as she worked, she sipped her wine, feeling quite pleased with herself.
silently the door to her room opened and the footsteps of the one approaching her went unheard, for who could hear the devil himself approaching? what appeared to be a man in a long black trenchcoat with a black, 50's style hat and a long black scarf walked without a sound towards her. suddenly Veronica frowned as she saw something strange in the reflection of her screen. her eyes widened as she realized that someone was behind her, but it was too late. before she could even turn to look, her soon to be murderer quickly slipped a garotte around her neck, pulling it tightly. she tried to scream, but nothing came out, she tried to grab the wire and pull it away, but it was already digging into her skin. she fought desperately, knocking her glass of wine over, the blood red liquid running down her desk. tears ran down her face, but she could do nothing. after a moment, her struggling stilled and she became limp. the wire had made it's way far into her neck and were it not for her spine, her head would likely fall off entirely with how much force the killer had pulled the wire with.
the killer sighed a bit, adrenaline still coursing through his veins. gently, he lifted her body and placed it on her bed. he then took her glass of wine and pulled down his scarf to reveal the rather lovely lower half of his face and drank what was left still in it. he made a pleased sound. "I'll be damned...she has good taste in wine..." he said softly. he then picked up a piece of paper from her desk and moved to the bed once more. he took the sharp end of the wire on his garotte and pierced her finger. he lifted her hand up and wrote his signature upon the paper. he read the words aloud. "nullus vadum velieris. diabolus cometes." he smirked to himself. "none shall escape me, none can..." he said. he chuckled softly as all faded to darkness.
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alright, that is the beginning of the story. I hope you liked it. :) please review and no flames. I only want constructive criticism and praise and such. just insulting me will tick me off and I really don't need that in my life.
thank you for reading~!
matane~! ^-^/