The Black Cross
A/N This is my first story. This is going to be continued as reviews come in. And yes, this is a Vampire story. It is also going to be posted in the Hellsing section. But keep in mind that all of my characters are original. You wont see any of the awesome characters that you saw in Hellsing. And yes, this is rated R. For Blood, Violence, Sex, Rape, Harsh profanity, and Occult Themes. Now I will explain some things before I begin writing:
1}No slash. I know that people like slash, but I don't. Vampires do it only with humans of the opposite sex. If they drink the blood of a human of the same sex, it is only to rid of their thirst. Anyway, Vampires are only bred when a vampire drinks the blood of a virgin of the opposite sex. Just like humans are only bred when people of the opposite sex mate {I don't mean it as an offence against homosexuals}
2} Tons of violence here. That's right. There is a lot of blood and violence. This is a vampire story.
3} Vampires here are like how they were depicted in Hellsing. They use guns. So, don't get upset when a vampire fights with a big ass machine gun, instead of a magical sword.
4}Vampires can be trash. Yeah, not all vampires are high-class men who sneak up on people during the night as a bat. They curse. They rape people. And they have no shame. {Not all do, however}
5} Enjoy it. Please do. And if you do {or don't}, please R/R. If you review without signing in, please leave your email address. And I do take constructive criticism. But , please have a good reason.
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The Black Cross: Chapter 1: Dark Nights
London 2004
Down the dark, narrow, London alleys were strange men, men who only walked the streets by night. Tom, a young man, was still a virgin. It was odd since he was already nineteen years old. He just wasn't good with women. This night however, he was determined to break his virginity the easiest way possible. That is, by purchasing a prostitute.
He searched through the alleys, seeing more trash then he could have ever thought possible. Middle aged whores, skinhead thugs, and men who reeked of murder. He walked along the path, avoiding the eyes of these men. He wasn't sure if he would be mugged or stabbed. Thoughts ran through his brain until he saw a young women standing in the dark. Obviously, she was a prostitute. It was just what Tom wanted, a young and pretty whore. Tom glanced at her, but she didn't look up. She just said, "Ten Euro an hour"
And that was that, well, at least that's what Tom thought. Tom brought her to a cheap, and crappy hotel. They walked up the cracked steps, and into a room with a broken couch and an uncleaned bed.
All this time, the whore hadn't looked up at all. But, this didn't bother Tom as he brought her to the bed. After he positioned her over him, he began to rub her body. It was cold. Still, Tom didn't mind, since he never felt a woman before. Only then she showed her face. Tom peeked at her eyes. They were blood red. So weird yet so beautiful. Beautiful. Very beautiful. Tom forgot all else. He just stared at her eyes. She made a noise, revealing her sharp, inhuman teeth. She pulled his head away, and took a bite into his neck. He wanted to stop her, but he couldn't he just stared at her eyes. Her eyes...