A.N: Wee! This is gonna be fun! I was inspired to write this from Anne Rice, "Interview with the Vampire." I don't think this is going to be quite long, but it should be fairly satisfying. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Bishoujo Senshi Seeraa Muun, BUT I do own this plot, thank you very much!
Kiss of Immortal Death
Chapter One
By SaturnsFirefly
1799 AD
London, England
The darkness was simple, gloomy and wide, washing over London like a black plague. The stale, cold air drifted through the cracks of the building resting on places in which it felt comfortable. Not a single soul could be seen moving through the darkness, but then again, who would go out in such a night as this one? The shadows seemed to move somehow, faintly, but obviously there shifting its weight.
A figure emerged from the blackness, swinging its cloak about its tall form. The false light from the lamps glowed off of her pale white cheeks, making her bright, magenta eyes seem deeper and more mysterious then they already were. Her hair was long, flicking back and forth past her back, with a movement that was to quick for the naked eye to catch. Graceful, slender hands clutched at the cloak, keeping it tightly wrapped around her as if she was cold. This creature had a beauty, and an immense slyness that no human could possibly possess.
Each step she took was smooth and elegant, not a single fault in the motion. She seemed to breathe, yet not a single breath of air came from her mouth. The woman didn't seem to mind the darkness, in fact, taking it in with wide and open arms, as it did to her. The darkness and the mysterious dame blended, so it looked as if the two were actually one. No smile was born on her young looking features, but a look of knowledge and a solemn, noble smirk.
The woman opened her mouth slightly, the lamplight reflecting a bright flash off of her white teeth, which had two of them pointed a little farther from the front ones. Setsuna looked over her shoulder, pausing for a moment before continuing on her never-ending path. Footsteps began to follow her, staying back at least fifteen feet behind her. The wise woman let a small smile slip to her mouth, not even bothering to waste the energy of turning around.
She stopped, and the footsteps did the same, all though they seemed not quite sure, unsteady almost, "Hello Seiya."
There was a slight hesitation before a deep but soft laugh shattered the view of the silence. The smile pulled even more at her lips, as she turned around, knowledgeable eyes resting on a figure swathed in a black trench coat. Setsuna chuckled, shaking her head, making her way over to the figure. The figure known as Seiya lifted his hat from his head, revealing a cocky, sly looking face of a beautiful young man.
"Nice to see you again, Setsuna," Seiya said, his long black hair gently lifting from his back to dance with the wind before being rested back again, "What are thee doing out in a night like this?"
"All vampires come out at this time, you know that as well as I do," Setsuna responded softly with a wave of her hand, "But I must admit, it's a horrible night for feeding."
"'Tis correct. It's unusually quiet and still..." He paused, "But there is a darkness in the air that even humans can feel." He glanced at the taller woman, "Don't tell me you can't sense it?"
"I sense it well, my friend," She gestured a hand for him to come with her, "come, walk with me, Seiya, and enjoy the night while you can. Dawn will be approaching in just a few short hours."
The two walked on, side by side with movements quite identical to each other, yet totally different. They mused to themselves, not needing to speak aloud, for words needn't be spoken. They were the creatures of the night, which preyed on the innocent but was hunted by their prey. Setsuna was first to break the silence that had condemned both of them.
"Seiya, you never told me who exactly is your sire?"
He did not speak, seeming uncomfortable by the question. But still the woman waited patiently, watching out of the corner of her eye as Seiya lifted his head to the sky, a small sigh exiting his barley parted lips.
"'Tis not a question to be known, and is not one to be answered," He registered gently, "thee whom made me of what I am today was somebody I would dare not speak his name."
"Ah. Did he hurt you?" She asked.
"Yes, I suppose. He hurt me emotionally, you would say. He peeled away my guard, and then took me, shook me and broke me." No tears treaded his eyes, but they were filled with sadness, "yet I still loved him."
"I suppose we all love the ones whom made us," Setsuna acquainted.
"I would think you to be right," He laughed quietly, "you never told me who your sire was either. Why is that?"
"Like you had said, my friend. 'Tis not a question to be known and is not one to be answered. He hurt me just like you and still I loved him with a passion so deep that it was not about to be forgotten," She bowed her head slightly, "But it is the past now, I can no longer concentrate on it. The moment of anguish is approaching, Seiya, and the future of this planet relies on me to focus on that."
He tilted his head back even more, snorting with laughter, "You don't actually believe these..."prophecies" do you, Setsuna?"
"I am what I am, I do what I do, and I know what I know," She answered slight annoyance lacing her words, "And this is certainly something that I am aware of."
"My dear friend, they are just visions, concoctions, that your mind cooks up and feeds to you. You must not believe in them,"
She stopped walking, her hand going around Seiya's arm in a vise-like grip, "No one believes in us, but that doesn't mean that we do not exist." She released her grip on his arm, calming, "Seiya, there is something that I have not told you before. I see the future, and the future depends on me to find the one savior whom will save the world, but then shall come to a time to destroy it. I have been searching for this person for many decades, yet I still have not found my desire."
Seiya rubbed his arm slightly, his eyes narrowed on Setsuna, "But why would anyone waste the time of saving the world to have it be destroyed? Its ludicrous!"
"It is not amusing, trust in that. There will come a time when the world will be in danger but not ready to meet its death, so it shall be saved. But their shall also come a time when everything that this planet stood for falls to ruins, and that is when the savior will step in and rid it of everything it was and wasn't." She had begun to walk again, the other following her and listening to her wise words intently.
He didn't say anything, seeming to ponder over her words for moments, before quietly speaking, "It is impossible to not believe you, Setsuna." He let out a breathless laugh, "For your words have always been true."
Silence took over again, washing over the two in an un-disturbing way. The silence was deafening, and even though others did not notice it, it was so loud to the two vampires that had to go through it every second of their lives. Mortals never noticed that every day they were living and breathing through a hell, a hell in which no monster or feign could ever escape. Some did not know any hell, but the vampires knew it. They knew it very well.
The loud but noiseless silence was interrupted by two gunshots and then a terrible, heart-breaking cry, that it even disturbed the two creatures whom had heard far worse screams of pain in there days. It wailed on and the two followed it, curious at what being could be making such a soul-wrenching cry. They passed the buildings, coming into a clearing by a bridge over a small stream that looked so dark in the night. On the bridge lay a young man and woman whom seemed to be shot through the head, and next to them was a small basket and in it, a child.
Seiya nudged the bodies with his boot tip, frowning slightly and glancing back at Setsuna whom was leaning over the basket. Gently and carefully she raised the little girl from the object, embracing her closley. She looked to be around the age of one or two, with a crown of silky black hair, and dusty royal purple eyes. She was complete with milky white skin as clear and elegant as the glorious stars above them. The wise woman' breath caught in her throat at seeing the child, and in an immediate second, she knew. She knew that this was the one savior who would protect and then destroy the world. She knew by the aura of the girl and the strong sense of thunderous power radiating from her.
The baby girl had stopped crying, now staring up at Setsuna with wide and wonder filled eyes. Seiya knelt down beside his companion, stroking the tiny child's hair. The woman glanced at the male vampire, breathless and astonished at have finally found the one that she had been looking for most of her life.
"It is her, Seiya," She whispered, "The savior."
His frowned deepened slightly, "How would you know?"
"Her power, her aura, everything about her," She inserted quietly, standing to her feet, "She is the one that I have been looking for. She is death, destruction and rebirth, all of those thrown into one. She is Hotaru."
"Firefly?" The other questioned.
"Firefly of death," The other said, smiling gently, before slowly the smile faded in a grim look, "But in order for her to fulfill her destiny...I must turn her into an immortal."
He thought over her words for a second before recollection hit him, and he cried, "Setsuna, you can't! You cannot make her into one of us...one of the damned. She will be miserable and full of anguish for the rest of her life! She will hate the world and the people, and the power that you speak of, will become unleashed!"
"If she is miserable then so be it, for death never was meant for happiness," The coldness in her words made the black haired vampire to shudder slightly as she continued, "And if she shall release her anger onto the world, then she is welcome to pour it down all she wants. But it is her destiny to be one of the damned, to be immortal, to be completley and fully *death*. It is out of my power, Seiya."
"It is damn well in your power, Setsuna!" He was near tears now, "You can't do this to a child, you can't turn a child into...into one of us. You can't do it, god, please...you can't."
"I'm sorry," She whispered, voice barley audible, as she lowered her head towards the pale, white skin of Hotaru.
"No!" He let out a sob of protest, lunging towards her, reaching for the child.
Setsuna held out her hand, raising her head upwards, a ball of green light forming in it. The ball slammed into Seiya before he could take the child from her, propelling him back through the air and blasting him back into a tree. She watched with sad, suffering eyes as he slid down the stump, falling to the ground into the world of oblivion.
She held her eyes tightly shut, afraid tears might surface, "I'm so sorry, my friend. But I cannot allow you to disturb something that is meant to be."
And then, without another breath or word, she leaned back down to Hotaru's neck, opening her lips slightly as she took the flesh in her two canines, biting down. The child did not cry out, did not make a sound, as she pulled back, licking the blood from her lips. She muffled a cry, and then took a knife from her pocket cutting her own arm slightly. Blood slowly dripped from the cut, and she wiped a drop off of it, reaching back down and pressing it against Hotaru's forehead, before replacing her lips there.
Setsuna pulled back, watching with silent eyes as the drop of blood she had placed on the girl's forehead grew a bright but dark red, eliminating her whole body. She placed Hotaru on the bridge, taking a step back as the dark red faded into a purple color, and the sign that symbolized Saturn glowed brightly on her forehead. The girl seemed to transform, turning older, into a girl of five of six, her hair growing down to her chin, dark purple streaking it. Her perfectly white teeth seemed to turn whiter as two points of her teeth grew slightly longer and sharper. Finally, the light disappeared leaving an older Hotaru slumbering in its wake.
The tears broke loose from her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in a noiseless cry. Setsuna sank to the ground, eyes locked on the slumbering girl mere feet away from her. And just as she was supposed to do, she had done her deed and now, from this moment on, the world will begin to change.
"And then the child of death shall awaken," She murmured, a single tear falling and resting on her barley parted lips, "and the world will be consumed in hell."
End Chapter One.
End Notes: And as the old saying goes, "Ask and thee shall receive" Or R/R and I just may put Chapter Two up :).
Disclaimer: I do not own Bishoujo Senshi Seeraa Muun, BUT I do own this plot, thank you very much!
Kiss of Immortal Death
Chapter One
By SaturnsFirefly
1799 AD
London, England
The darkness was simple, gloomy and wide, washing over London like a black plague. The stale, cold air drifted through the cracks of the building resting on places in which it felt comfortable. Not a single soul could be seen moving through the darkness, but then again, who would go out in such a night as this one? The shadows seemed to move somehow, faintly, but obviously there shifting its weight.
A figure emerged from the blackness, swinging its cloak about its tall form. The false light from the lamps glowed off of her pale white cheeks, making her bright, magenta eyes seem deeper and more mysterious then they already were. Her hair was long, flicking back and forth past her back, with a movement that was to quick for the naked eye to catch. Graceful, slender hands clutched at the cloak, keeping it tightly wrapped around her as if she was cold. This creature had a beauty, and an immense slyness that no human could possibly possess.
Each step she took was smooth and elegant, not a single fault in the motion. She seemed to breathe, yet not a single breath of air came from her mouth. The woman didn't seem to mind the darkness, in fact, taking it in with wide and open arms, as it did to her. The darkness and the mysterious dame blended, so it looked as if the two were actually one. No smile was born on her young looking features, but a look of knowledge and a solemn, noble smirk.
The woman opened her mouth slightly, the lamplight reflecting a bright flash off of her white teeth, which had two of them pointed a little farther from the front ones. Setsuna looked over her shoulder, pausing for a moment before continuing on her never-ending path. Footsteps began to follow her, staying back at least fifteen feet behind her. The wise woman let a small smile slip to her mouth, not even bothering to waste the energy of turning around.
She stopped, and the footsteps did the same, all though they seemed not quite sure, unsteady almost, "Hello Seiya."
There was a slight hesitation before a deep but soft laugh shattered the view of the silence. The smile pulled even more at her lips, as she turned around, knowledgeable eyes resting on a figure swathed in a black trench coat. Setsuna chuckled, shaking her head, making her way over to the figure. The figure known as Seiya lifted his hat from his head, revealing a cocky, sly looking face of a beautiful young man.
"Nice to see you again, Setsuna," Seiya said, his long black hair gently lifting from his back to dance with the wind before being rested back again, "What are thee doing out in a night like this?"
"All vampires come out at this time, you know that as well as I do," Setsuna responded softly with a wave of her hand, "But I must admit, it's a horrible night for feeding."
"'Tis correct. It's unusually quiet and still..." He paused, "But there is a darkness in the air that even humans can feel." He glanced at the taller woman, "Don't tell me you can't sense it?"
"I sense it well, my friend," She gestured a hand for him to come with her, "come, walk with me, Seiya, and enjoy the night while you can. Dawn will be approaching in just a few short hours."
The two walked on, side by side with movements quite identical to each other, yet totally different. They mused to themselves, not needing to speak aloud, for words needn't be spoken. They were the creatures of the night, which preyed on the innocent but was hunted by their prey. Setsuna was first to break the silence that had condemned both of them.
"Seiya, you never told me who exactly is your sire?"
He did not speak, seeming uncomfortable by the question. But still the woman waited patiently, watching out of the corner of her eye as Seiya lifted his head to the sky, a small sigh exiting his barley parted lips.
"'Tis not a question to be known, and is not one to be answered," He registered gently, "thee whom made me of what I am today was somebody I would dare not speak his name."
"Ah. Did he hurt you?" She asked.
"Yes, I suppose. He hurt me emotionally, you would say. He peeled away my guard, and then took me, shook me and broke me." No tears treaded his eyes, but they were filled with sadness, "yet I still loved him."
"I suppose we all love the ones whom made us," Setsuna acquainted.
"I would think you to be right," He laughed quietly, "you never told me who your sire was either. Why is that?"
"Like you had said, my friend. 'Tis not a question to be known and is not one to be answered. He hurt me just like you and still I loved him with a passion so deep that it was not about to be forgotten," She bowed her head slightly, "But it is the past now, I can no longer concentrate on it. The moment of anguish is approaching, Seiya, and the future of this planet relies on me to focus on that."
He tilted his head back even more, snorting with laughter, "You don't actually believe these..."prophecies" do you, Setsuna?"
"I am what I am, I do what I do, and I know what I know," She answered slight annoyance lacing her words, "And this is certainly something that I am aware of."
"My dear friend, they are just visions, concoctions, that your mind cooks up and feeds to you. You must not believe in them,"
She stopped walking, her hand going around Seiya's arm in a vise-like grip, "No one believes in us, but that doesn't mean that we do not exist." She released her grip on his arm, calming, "Seiya, there is something that I have not told you before. I see the future, and the future depends on me to find the one savior whom will save the world, but then shall come to a time to destroy it. I have been searching for this person for many decades, yet I still have not found my desire."
Seiya rubbed his arm slightly, his eyes narrowed on Setsuna, "But why would anyone waste the time of saving the world to have it be destroyed? Its ludicrous!"
"It is not amusing, trust in that. There will come a time when the world will be in danger but not ready to meet its death, so it shall be saved. But their shall also come a time when everything that this planet stood for falls to ruins, and that is when the savior will step in and rid it of everything it was and wasn't." She had begun to walk again, the other following her and listening to her wise words intently.
He didn't say anything, seeming to ponder over her words for moments, before quietly speaking, "It is impossible to not believe you, Setsuna." He let out a breathless laugh, "For your words have always been true."
Silence took over again, washing over the two in an un-disturbing way. The silence was deafening, and even though others did not notice it, it was so loud to the two vampires that had to go through it every second of their lives. Mortals never noticed that every day they were living and breathing through a hell, a hell in which no monster or feign could ever escape. Some did not know any hell, but the vampires knew it. They knew it very well.
The loud but noiseless silence was interrupted by two gunshots and then a terrible, heart-breaking cry, that it even disturbed the two creatures whom had heard far worse screams of pain in there days. It wailed on and the two followed it, curious at what being could be making such a soul-wrenching cry. They passed the buildings, coming into a clearing by a bridge over a small stream that looked so dark in the night. On the bridge lay a young man and woman whom seemed to be shot through the head, and next to them was a small basket and in it, a child.
Seiya nudged the bodies with his boot tip, frowning slightly and glancing back at Setsuna whom was leaning over the basket. Gently and carefully she raised the little girl from the object, embracing her closley. She looked to be around the age of one or two, with a crown of silky black hair, and dusty royal purple eyes. She was complete with milky white skin as clear and elegant as the glorious stars above them. The wise woman' breath caught in her throat at seeing the child, and in an immediate second, she knew. She knew that this was the one savior who would protect and then destroy the world. She knew by the aura of the girl and the strong sense of thunderous power radiating from her.
The baby girl had stopped crying, now staring up at Setsuna with wide and wonder filled eyes. Seiya knelt down beside his companion, stroking the tiny child's hair. The woman glanced at the male vampire, breathless and astonished at have finally found the one that she had been looking for most of her life.
"It is her, Seiya," She whispered, "The savior."
His frowned deepened slightly, "How would you know?"
"Her power, her aura, everything about her," She inserted quietly, standing to her feet, "She is the one that I have been looking for. She is death, destruction and rebirth, all of those thrown into one. She is Hotaru."
"Firefly?" The other questioned.
"Firefly of death," The other said, smiling gently, before slowly the smile faded in a grim look, "But in order for her to fulfill her destiny...I must turn her into an immortal."
He thought over her words for a second before recollection hit him, and he cried, "Setsuna, you can't! You cannot make her into one of us...one of the damned. She will be miserable and full of anguish for the rest of her life! She will hate the world and the people, and the power that you speak of, will become unleashed!"
"If she is miserable then so be it, for death never was meant for happiness," The coldness in her words made the black haired vampire to shudder slightly as she continued, "And if she shall release her anger onto the world, then she is welcome to pour it down all she wants. But it is her destiny to be one of the damned, to be immortal, to be completley and fully *death*. It is out of my power, Seiya."
"It is damn well in your power, Setsuna!" He was near tears now, "You can't do this to a child, you can't turn a child into...into one of us. You can't do it, god, please...you can't."
"I'm sorry," She whispered, voice barley audible, as she lowered her head towards the pale, white skin of Hotaru.
"No!" He let out a sob of protest, lunging towards her, reaching for the child.
Setsuna held out her hand, raising her head upwards, a ball of green light forming in it. The ball slammed into Seiya before he could take the child from her, propelling him back through the air and blasting him back into a tree. She watched with sad, suffering eyes as he slid down the stump, falling to the ground into the world of oblivion.
She held her eyes tightly shut, afraid tears might surface, "I'm so sorry, my friend. But I cannot allow you to disturb something that is meant to be."
And then, without another breath or word, she leaned back down to Hotaru's neck, opening her lips slightly as she took the flesh in her two canines, biting down. The child did not cry out, did not make a sound, as she pulled back, licking the blood from her lips. She muffled a cry, and then took a knife from her pocket cutting her own arm slightly. Blood slowly dripped from the cut, and she wiped a drop off of it, reaching back down and pressing it against Hotaru's forehead, before replacing her lips there.
Setsuna pulled back, watching with silent eyes as the drop of blood she had placed on the girl's forehead grew a bright but dark red, eliminating her whole body. She placed Hotaru on the bridge, taking a step back as the dark red faded into a purple color, and the sign that symbolized Saturn glowed brightly on her forehead. The girl seemed to transform, turning older, into a girl of five of six, her hair growing down to her chin, dark purple streaking it. Her perfectly white teeth seemed to turn whiter as two points of her teeth grew slightly longer and sharper. Finally, the light disappeared leaving an older Hotaru slumbering in its wake.
The tears broke loose from her eyes, spilling down her cheeks in a noiseless cry. Setsuna sank to the ground, eyes locked on the slumbering girl mere feet away from her. And just as she was supposed to do, she had done her deed and now, from this moment on, the world will begin to change.
"And then the child of death shall awaken," She murmured, a single tear falling and resting on her barley parted lips, "and the world will be consumed in hell."
End Chapter One.
End Notes: And as the old saying goes, "Ask and thee shall receive" Or R/R and I just may put Chapter Two up :).