Agnes Fatigue
On a beautiful moonlighted night in Kyoto, Agnes, with only 18 years, was walking under cherry blossom trees. The moonlight gave a peaceful look to the village that at that time did not have electrical power to light up anything.
Agnes had long red hair that went down to her waist and big, green eyes that seemed to call everyone's attention as she passed by. Her fragile, thin, and often sick body normally had an almost ghost like walk from the delicateness it had.
She was from French nobility, thus she always had some elegant clothes on, which she insisted to be black and/or red. These colors something called the attention of some undesirable people… Even though she was born in France, she had oriental features.
That night she has planed meting the owner of her heart, which expected her on a bridge. The boy was tall and thin, and had blond hair that glowed in the sun like a star. But she knew she couldn't take her body guards, or else they would tell her parents and he would surely end up dead.
And so she ran, almost without breath, but never giving up, because the boy had told her he was moving to another city and she would probably never see him again… She stops and gasps for air as she sees the boy on the bridge, waiting for her. When she gets herself together she starts walking towards the boy.
When she gets near him, as he gazes the crystal water, says with an almost emotionless voice:
-Agnes, I can't bear to live this semi-life without you…
She takes a step back, confused but happy with what he said.
-You can't stand to live without me, is that what you mean?
The boy that once gazed the lake turns suddenly.
-No, I am not alive. This is just a cheap imitation of life. And I found you, Nii, once again. And this time, you won't escape my kiss again.
-W-what? Nii? Who are you talking about? Running away? S-semi-life?
-Agnes, I'm gonna present myself to you before I make you my own.
-Your own? I'm afraid I don't understand!
-Hiraji Jin Apolo Fujimoto Urahara, Lord of the dark moon.
-But wasn't your name Hiro? What's going on here? What is the Black M-
Hiraji covers Agnes mouth and whispers in her ear.
-And you, beautiful and noble lady, will stay with me forever, and I will teach you everything I know. From now on your name is not Agnes Fatigue, but Ellene Nii Nefertiti Urahara, first lady of the Dark Moon.
Without further due, he leans close to the beautiful lady's neck and bites it, with a sensuality that only and supernatural being could have.
Her gaze is now lost, just like the sparkle in her eyes. The life she had is sucked and she can't do anything about it.
The vampire stops when she is really about to die, holds her under the moonlight and dips his fingers on her blood had presses them against his chest. Agnes, without straight, observes him with curiosity.
Hiraji holds her against his chest, making her mouth stay very near her blood.
-Listen to me Ellene, with your last straight, lick your blood from my chest. It's the only way for you to live through this.
Agnes, I mean, Ellene, knowing she is dying thins that maybe it's not the time for her to go and she wants to stay a little longer. She can't die like this! So many things to know and to do that are left! But her head is already spinning and her vision blurry. But she must! Just another push!
Looking at his lover struggling to live, he fears she will not make it, and he can't lose her again! In despair, he grabs her tongue and makes her lick her own blood.
The moonlight, the so beautiful moonlight. The only witness to the birth of a legend. The only eternal being, the only truth to the beings of the night that walk through your dreams, and without us noticing, our streets.