The wedding night
This is what years of planning by his mother and months of anxiety by him lead to. This blissful night of passion. He had become one of the undead to save her and now he finally had her. Trunks was so happy, he felt as if nothing could ruin this, this perfect night. Nothing at all. Trunks pulled her into his arms. His wife, his love, his life, Marron. How beautiful she looked in the pale glow of the moonlight cascading through the large lattice windows. He loved her so much. Why had he had to die to find that out?
He remembered those long, long nights of being a vampire, when he was not hunting innocent children, helpless woman and men well he just picked the men out in random, he would think about her. He long to be with her than. Touch her face, kiss her lips but he could not trust himself to go near her. He was afraid that he would sink his teeth into her tender neck and suck her dry. The though made him shudder. He pulled her even closer and tightened his grip on her as much as he dared without running the risk of waking her. If he was separated from her again he would surely die.
'You could have anyone you desired master.' Said the pale skinned woman with flame red hair. 'Why must you have her?' she wondered as she gazed on the face of the blond haired blue eyed woman, who though pretty was not beautiful enough to lull anyone like Mallic. She must there for have other appeals.
'Yes does.' Said Mallic reading her thoughts, 'She belongs to the Saiyain Prince Trunks.'
'Trunks?' the name stuck her, 'Is he the…'
'Devastatingly handsome youth who in a year of being vampire established himself to be among the most sinister individuals on the face of the planet. He seems to have an in-built talent for cruelty.' Mussed Mallic.
'He is a Saiyain.' Said the woman. 'They are a evil race.' As she spoke her eyes clouded over with the force of remembrance.
Mallic smiled, 'I had forgotten Jita that your entire race had been destroyed by the Saiyains. But just for that don't assume the entire race to be evil. No race is entirely evil.'
She thought for a moment, 'Perhaps you are right.' She said slowly.
'I know I am right.' Said Mallic with finality.
Silence, 'What are you going to do with her?' she asked.
'What I really want to do is have the Saiyain Prince back as a vampire and among my legion of followers.' A sigh, 'But that is not likely to happen. The only reason Trunks became a vampire in the first place was to save her life from a disease that only our blood could cure. Even if I were able to create a circumstance similar it would not be…original.' He's calm voice vibrated within his throat. 'No, I am afraid I am just going to have to settle with toying with him.' He said in a mock tone of heart broken grief, 'That is were his new bride Marron comes in.' he added with a smirk as he fixed his gaze towards the pretty face of the daughter of the former bald monk and the android who
once sooth to take over the world.
What was that? Foot steps, soft and stealthy creeping about in the next room. Who could it be? Nobody knew where he and Marron were spending their honeymoon save Goten. Of course his father and the other Z-warriors could easily figure out where he was. After all it was kind of hard to keep his Ki concealed all the time…specially when…but they would do something like that and as Goten knew perfectly well that he would meet violence if he showed up tonight of all nights. So who could it be?
Being careful not to wake his new wife he slipped out of bed and softly drew near the door leading to the next room. He slipped into the shadows and crept in the next room. Waiting for his eyes to adjust to the dim light of the room he stretched out with his Saiyain hearing. A faint rustle of paper came from the direction of the table next to the open window. Trunks stiffened, but he soon saw that no one was in the room anymore. The wind blew in through the open window and made a single sheet of paper on the table dance. Funny he thought that table had nothing on it.
Softly he walked to it and picked it up. It was a note written in a close hand in gothic font. It read, "I told you, you were not my enemy. But neither are the humans whose blood I drink." Trunks' eyes widened as he saw the seal, Mallic. The seal belonged to Mallic the vampire. What did that blood thirsty fiend want from him?
As if on cue something dropped from the ceiling on the table with such force that a large bang reverberated through the room. 'Trunks.' came Marron's voice, 'Where are you?' she asked.
'Here, don't worry I'll be back in bed soon.' So saying he turned back to inspect the object that had fallen. 'Shit.' He exclaimed as he gazed over the naked body of the woman who had been Mallic's lover. Two neat puncture marks glowed in the light of the moon near the base of her neck. It was very clear how she had met her end. Mallic himself had sucked her dry.
So dry was her blood vessels that the words that had been carved on her skin had no trace of blood on them. Trunks attention now turned to these very words. "It seems I need a new lover. Know anyone with blond hair and blue eyes? -Mallic"
'Trunks?' came the voice of his wife from behind him. Trunks turned to find Marron standing in the doorway with wearing a soft silk dressing gown.
In the pale light of the moon her blond hair shone like gold and her blue eyes sparkled like sapphires. 'No.' thought Trunks, 'No.'
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