Okay! This is my first fanfiction so it might suck a little. Sorry about that and please feel free to tell me about any grammer or misspellings. All of the characters are mine, please love them just as much as I do. Thank you and here you go! =^w^=
Thousands of centuries ago, there lived two greatly powered clans. The white moon vampire clan and the red moon vampire clan. Battleing for power, strength, will, and everlasting hope, both clans defeated one another leaving a blood red liquid to fill the floors and the land where they had battled.
Or so we thought...
One surviver, only one, from both clans lived on. Carrying the will for revenge on behalf of their brethren, they lived on. At last, they had breathed their last breath, and left the world leaving vampire children to fill their place.
Those children turned to adults, those adults turned to elders, and eventually were killed by the human hand. Humans felt threatened, they were the ones that should have the most power. Vampires scared them, and whatever they feared, they must get rid of.
To this day, humans couldn't kill off all of the Red and White Moon Vampire clan. If one had lived, life brewed on for the strongest clans. Thus, the Red Moon and White Moon Vampire Clan lived on, full of hate and rage. This story takes place in Tokyo, Japan, modern day time.
Stephanie Nicoletta Suzuki POV
I was still trapped here, here in this castle, this prison jail cell. The darkness reigned over the room, the big room that felt so small. I had been here for months, the time felt more like years and I couldn't be freed. There was a seal on the doors and windows, the humans had placed them on so that I had no chance of escaping.
Lightning sprang across the sky, the crashing of thunder crackled through my eardrums. My pale icy skin, became even paler within the moonlight. The moon, it still held it's crescent shape, shining bright, beautiful in that dirt filled sky.
I wore a black dress with lace purple sleeves that clutched in at the elbows and flared out like fire at my finger tips. My shoulders were bare, the ruffles of black tightened on my skin to keep the dress standing. A cotton black bow was knotted around my waist. The dress stopped inches above my pale knees. Dark purple boots with a thick heel covered my feet and legs, reaching a little below my knees. A thick black lace choker with a purple bowtie middle, along with an attached red bell, was tied on my neck. On my dark silver hair, with streaks of red, black, and pink, was a dandy satin purple bow tie with stitches of black lace.
My appearance read 17, but i've lived for a very long time. The gift of immortality is a horrible thing, more a curse than it is a gift.
My strength was growing weaker, my hunger grew deeper, and my throat itched for the sweet taste of blood. Thick red blood.
A knock was heard at the door and my sense's instantly told me that it was the cell's keeper.
"Come in." I simply said, my voice loud and echoing the room. The door clicked open and creaked until it thumped against the thick stone walls.
"Food's here." He told me, jamming a plate full of things that looked simply inhumane. A grey mug was slammed next to the food, clearly water inside.
"What do you want?" I asked him, fully aware of the tiredness in my own voice. I didn't want their food, I didn't want their water. I wanted something to hydrate myself, nothing but blood.
"The food's here." The man repeated ignorrantly. He reaked of holy water, and stood directly behind the seal fearing that I might charge at him. However, I didn't want his blood. His blood was disgusting, salty and bitter. It was filty to drink such vulger tasting and smelling blood.
I placed my cold fingers on the window, I stood and glared at the humans down below. Drunk, laughing, holding hands, teasing each other, they were disgusting creatures. I myself can't remember my life as a human being. I can't remember my death, I can't remember any of it. All that matters to me at the moment was to free myself. I have been starved here for months. My voice seemed to crack as I spoke and the cell keeper seemed to notice it.
His deep voice let out a rough chuckle.
"You sound tired demon. You bout ready to surrender?" He asks me, my eyes glance his way. A blad chubby man, this hateful human is calling me a demon?
He should understand something, I may be weak, but I still have my pride and that was enough to redeem my strength.
"Distasteful fool." My voice whispers, my eyes glowed a bright red. He took a few steps back, realising he had gone to far as to call me a demon. My hand clawed into his shoulder, the blood squirmed out onto my perfect black nails.
"A-a-ah!" He stutters, trying to pull away from the pain that had come in contact with his dry skin. "S-someone help me! Help me!" He hollers, I could hear the foot steps coming up the stairway. My hand started to burn, it was only then that I had realized I reached pass the seal's barrier. My hand started to smoke, and as much as the man expressed his pain he laughed at me. Mocking me, he was a old fool.
"Yer gone die now you lil de-" Before the rest of his words left his lips, before he could call me a demon once again, I tore his throat out and detatched his head from his body. It dropped motionlessly to the ground, his head had rolled down the stairs leaving a trail of blood behind it.
I sniffed, blood. BLOOD.
I saw more humans run up after hearing the cry for help from the already dead man, they were dressed in black robes. They had a crucifix around their necks, their cheap steretypes would be the cause of their deaths. I myself wear crucifix's, they do not affect me.
I heard one gasp as they glanced at the sight of me. I couldn't help it, I licked my fingers, the bitter tasting blood never tasted better. The blood ran through my throat and landed where it should. With just the taste of it, my eyes flared red once again and my strength was chained back to my body.
Well that's the first chapter! Short wasn't it? Hope you enjoyed it and continue reading! Please R&R! Reviews make me happy because I never actually got one. ^_^
