Good... uh, day, morning, afternoon, month, year, whatever to you.
I am the Great and Marvellous VampChocKami and that ^, is my dismal greeting to you wonderful person reading this.
This seems a little long for a prologue but i fuss.
This is my first multi-chap story (that people besides my sister get to read) that I'm posting and I hope you enjoy :D
le Disclaimer: I own nothing. Like at all. I don't even own the words in this thing. What I do own though, is the way they were put together in this story and I'm kinda proud o' that. :)
Lonely footsteps trod down a dark street, flickering lights illuminating feet and a sudden outburst of laughter…
Téa clutched her narrow waist as mirth spilled from her lips. An automatic smile in response to the happy sound graced the face of Duke Devlin as he looked with nervous eyes at the brunette doubled over next to him. When she began to calm down he pushed a stray strand of dark hair behind his ear and trained his dark green eyes to look indifferent.
"I assume from all that laughing that you don't hate me?"
Téa grabbed the closest lamp-post to steady herself. Crystal blue eyes met emerald and Téa realised that bursting into laughter was not one of the most sensitive ways to respond to the boy's statement.
She cleared her throat and straightened up.
"Duke, I love romance just as much as I love friendship, it doesn't matter to me who you're attracted to-"
"You don't even know who I'm attracted to!" Duke interjected when it looked like he was about to hear one of Téa's friendship speeches, the love version. Her eyes widened.
"You're right! You didn't tell me you liked anybody though." She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "So who is it?"
She patiently waited for the reluctant answer and easily deciphered the mutter.
"Tristan?... You're gay for Tristan?... You're gay for Tristan!"
"Please do announce it to the world Téa; I would so love the attention."
Téa immediately clapped her hands over her mouth, her mind racing.
"Seriously , I tell you I'm gay; you laugh like it's the funniest thing you've ever heard, I tell you I like Tristan and you feel the need to inform every soul in the city!"
Téa ignored him obviously.
"I don't know why I didn't see it," she said through her fingers. "You two rarely fight over Serenity anymore, in fact you hang out more than ever, and you're almost friendly to each other."
Duke rolled his eyes and decided not to mention the fact that those were signs of friendship, not love.
I'll probably regret this, won't I?
He was about to utter a sarcastic reply when Téa abruptly said something that chilled his bones and answered his previous question to himself with a definite 'yes'.
"Call him."
"… What?"
"You heard me. Call him. Call him right now and tell him it's urgent, that you have to meet and then you confess!" she smiled.
"I … what?"
"You heard me Duke. Confess! Tell him your feelings tonight!"
He stared at the fanatic girl in front of him and decided that the regret he expected would be coming along sooner than he thought. His suspicions were proven correct when it seemed she had magically whisked away his cell phone and was looking for Tristan's number. He grabbed for it too late, she had already dialled and he could hear the: "Duke?" coming from his phones speaker. He spared a moment to marvel at her speed before putting the phone to his ear and saying the first thing that popped into his head.
"That was quick, you waiting for my call or something?"
Téa looked extremely pleased with this statement. Tristan grunted and said: "As if."
Téa chose that moment to say, and not quietly: "If you don't tell him, I will."
Duke stared at her in horror.
"Is that Téa? Why are you with Téa? Wait, tell me what?"
He sighed and put a hand over his striking eyes.
"I need to talk to you about something important, right now. Meet me at – ah!"
Duke finished his statement with a surprised cry. Then a scream from Téa.
"Duke! Ah!"
The second thump of a falling body could be heard, along with the faint sound of broken glass. On the other side of the line Tristan's grip on his cell phone tightened.
"Duke? Duke! What happened? Where are you? Duke!"
A few seconds earlier and about ten storeys up.
"An extremely volatile mixture and you put it on the windowsill!"
"It's perfectly fine Professor Amarikatt. See. Right here, undisturbed, ready for test – oh!"
An extremely fragile glass beaker containing an extremely volatile mixture fell from a ten story building. It landed on a Mr Duke Devlin, interrupting his call. This doesn't sound that tragic if you didn't know what he was talking about.
"Miss Jordan! Be careful near the window! You're still holding the second test -" crash! "- beaker."
An embarrassed Amelie Jordan turned to face an annoyed Jabdul Amarikatt.
"Idiot woman!" Jabdul shouted in frustration. A sharp sound reverberated on the walls of the dark laboratory.
"Sexist bastard!" footsteps moved away from the window and a door slammed open. The offended woman turned to the shocked professor and schooled her face to look indifferent.
"Come Professor, if they haven't ingested it yet we may have a chance!"
"It may be best if they did ingest it, we were pressed for test subjects."
Two prone forms lay in the street, a dark liquid that glints blood-red in the dim light pooled around their heads.
"They look like corpses."
"Don't be so negative Jabdul; there is no need to panic. Their appearance is part of the process. In a week this Mr-" A moment passed as she rummaged through his clothing and found a wallet in his back pocket. "-Devlin,"
"As well as Ms Gardner," Jabdul added from his position next to Téa's purse.
"-will be the leading members of the new V-sect!" Amelie stood and finished dramatically. Jabdul chuckled sinisterly from his crouch, then paused.
"Wait a minute, what happened to calling me Professor, Jordan?"
"You were being a sexist bastard earlier; you lost what little respect I had for you five minutes ago."
"That's harsh Am-"
"Shh!" Amelie crouched down, ignoring Jabdul's glare.
"What do we have here? It seems our Mr Devlin was making a call.
"Well, I'm sorry but your call has been disconnected. If you value your life, please don't try again… ever."
A beep resounded in Tristan's ear. His first reaction was to stare at his bedroom wall in horror.
His next reaction wasn't nearly as silent.
Well, that was the prologue of VSect-The Birth. Part of what I'm hoping will turn into a series called Threat.
I hope you liked it and ignore my arrogant behaviour and review.
I don't really like to ask for things much but I think this is necessary.
I mean, I enjoy talking to myself as much as the next slightly insane girl but this wouldn't be talking to myself. It would be talking to an empty room. and in my opinion that is far more uncomfortable and lonely-making. So if you would please leave a review on your way out that would be awesomesauce. :P
Oh, and feel free to criticise me and point out any mistakes. I don't care if I just left out a full stop, I would like to know.
Well, I think that's it so byez :D
P.S - (Guess that wasn't it) The moment I get my first review I'll get on my computer and finish typing up Chapter 1. Then it should be posted that day or the day after, depending on where I am.