"Vampire Chronicles I: The Prince"
By: Akizuki-Chan
When the night is as dark as this
and the World felt like a bliss of Love
Then that's where his heart has left
The night covered the earth like a dark blue blanket with
white dots embedded in it. Mortals slept, as their dreams filled their heads, and into the glorious night, did their dreams fly around each neighboorhood. Dreams. Who needed them? they are only here to please the human soul. What have they ever done for us? I believed in dreams once. Yes.
I was such a gullible person. I believed. Those thoughts were blown away by the wind, when i saw her. She was the most elegant figure i have ever set my chestnut eyes on. Her soft, auburn hair. Her seductive, but sweet emerald green eyes. Those lucious pink lips. Oh, how i wanted her so much, but she was too far for my clutching hands. No. She wasn't normal, she was abnormally beautiful. Strange. How can anything be abnormally beautiful? Let me explain. She's perfect. In mine and every man's eyes. Being perfect is abnormal. Get it? Even the sound of her name, created an instant chill that ran up my spine, and made my rough face blush red as scarlet. How could i ever lower myself to such, such, status. Could it be possible that i, for once in the years i have lived on this wretched planet, loved another? Nobody, not even her, knew my dark secret. Her eyes were blinded with kindness for me. How sad. She didn't expect what was coming for her.
What the Dark Gift in me would do to her. I held it back. I kept my fangs away from her. Even my hands! One slight touch of her, soft and innocent skin, and i would snap.
I remember the night i met her. Yes. what a wonderous night it was.
It was 1880. 10 years after i was given the dark gift. I was a rookie, as they call it. Though, in her eyes, i was already a skilled expert. Heh, how i loved it when she called me that.
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1880 - Palour a la frenz
A dark figure walked down the dirty sidewalks of 18th century
Paris, France. Most people stared at his face. Pale as white snow. His eyes were like chestnuts, and his sleeky hair, like the colour of the muddy dirt, after it rained. He wore a victorian blouse, with a red waistcoat, and midnight black dress pants, with sleeky black shoes. He kept his pale hands in his 18th century trenchcoat pockets. Every single prostitute in the street would howler. For he, was considered a handsome, and young writer. They didn't love him. All they ever wanted from him, was his money. Ah yes, he was a rich handsome, young writer at that. His father, was the Emperor of Hong Kong, but only for a long time. His death caused speculation. His people were outraged, and angry. Though the Emperor and his family were kind people, they didn't lead a good country. Crops were dying, and all because of war. War, war, war is all his people understood. They took down the Royals, and they were never heard of again. Though Xialong Li, ( the emperor's son) and Yelan Li (the emperor's wife) were the only survivors, they led secret lives.
Yelan moved to Japan, and is now known as: Xiang Ki. Xialong Li is now known as: Syaoran Li.
Which by the way, this dark stranger is. He stopped in a dark alley. Peering around for an innocent victim to feed upon. He had been turned into a Vampire 10 years ago, and he was still considered a novice in the vampire world. His creater, Angelique Felout, took him under her wing, and thought him the basics. She would flirt with him countinously, and Syaoran felt, well, actually he didn't feel anything. He accepted the fact, that he could never consider feelings for nobody. But that will all change. He noticed a young girl, about 24 or 23. She had the longest fiery red hair which showed in the darkness. (That's how he noticed her) her eyes, sapphire blue. and her slender figure, only made Syaoran crave for more. He would devour his victims in 3 ways:
1- Seductively, 2- the kiss, 3- the betrayal. (as he named it) He approached the young girl, and whispered into her ear seductively.
"Ma' cherie, i have been looking everywhere for a woman like you. Your hair, so fiery red with passion and romance. Your eyes, so sapphire blue, so pure like spring water. and your figure," he began to caress her soft cheeks. The girl blushed, somehow, flattered. "It is exquisite"
he finished.
He looked at the girl's eyes and said: "What is your name, sweet angel?"
The girl looked at Syaoran's eyes, still blushing and said, "Julia Monteclair, what is yours?"
Syaoran smirked, almost showing his fangs, but was quick enough to hide it, "That my child, you will someday know. but for now, i shall be a dark mysterious person, in your sweet dreams."
He lowered his face, toward hers. Julia leaned her face towards Syaoran's. then, their lips met. The Kiss. Julia rested her arms on syaoran's shoulders. Syaoran grabbed Julia's face, still letting his lips smack into Julia's. He was getting ready, for the evil deed. He pulled away from Julia and said:
"Your neck, it is...beautiful yes. May i kiss it?"
Julia smiled a seductive smile and said "Do anything you want with me" It worked. she was already in his grip, under his spell, forever his, was her blood. He hissed, showing his fangs. Julia bended her neck, and so, syaoran shoved his fangs into her neck, tasting the sweet blood, of Julia Monteclair. When he finally drank every drop of blood in her body, he grabbed her body with one hand, and threw it into a dumpster. The Betrayal.
He then walked out of the dark alley, and cleaned the blood flowing from his mouth and fangs. He turned and notice a Palour, across the street. it was called: Frenz Palour. More meat. that's what came into his mind. He walked across the street and entered. Inside looked like a party. Lights and glitter everywhere. He looked around and noticed all the whores waiting to be screwed and get paid. He paid no attention to them. For he only liked Innocent blood. Innocents were easy to devour. He walked to a chair and settled himself. A man, about 27 to 28, sat next to him. His hair was dirty blonde and curly. His eyes were green. He wore a white man's blouse, with a black waistcoat, with dress pants (black) and shoes. He smiled at Syaoran and said:
"Welcome, Young fella" It came to Syaoran now that this man, was not french, but an immigrant. who probably moved here 2 days ago. "Welcome to Frenz Palour. where we have everything you always want, and at a price too!"
"I only came in here for a drink, not to screw your meaningless prostitutes" Syaoran ordered a drink to the bar tender, while the immigrant man raised an eyebrow.
"Our prostitutes have nothing to do with this young man. I have what you want. what you always lusted for, everyday and everynight. You'd pray for it. knowing that one day, God might not be the bastard you always thought he was...but then again, i don't think God is a bastard, more like a savior to me"
"Are you some kind of Religious man?" Syaoran asked the immigrant man as he received his drink, and gulped it in one.
"No. but i sure might as well be one when i'm old." The immigrant man took out a hand and said "Roger E. Clevais. I'm from America. I just moved to France 2 days ago.."
He was always right.
Syaoran accepted the hand and shook it. "Syaoran Li. i've lived in france for...let's just say, forever." Which was almost true. It did seem like forever, though. "Why are you here, Mr. Clevais?" he was actually curious with this one.
"Well, i came here to support my wife and kids over at the mother country. And i don't work here, sad to say. I just came here for a drink. I would never cheat on my wife. God forbid i ever did that to her..she would break down and cry and i would break down and cry. My wife and i were always alike"
Syaoran ordered another drink and said, "I see..."
He doesn't seem interested now.
"I know this gal that i think you should meet. She's a real cute one, if i say so myself. She's only 22. She came to france 3 years ago..looking for her dad."
"Why is she looking for her dad? doesn't he stay still in one place like normal fathers do?"
Syaoran asked Roger.
"Well, her dad is a traveler. he travels. alot. she heard that his current post was in France, but she never found him..sad ain't it?"
"Seems so" Syaoran lied. "Anyways, is this girl here?"
"Nah, Sakura doesn't like coming to places like these..she thinks they are a trash to the society"
Finally, a mortal who understands.
"Sakura's her name?" how sweet and soothing that sounded. He had to meet her.
"Yep. you want to meet her don't you?" Roger asked. "Meet me tommorow at Chez Pierre" Roger got up, and walked straight out the door.
"He seems like a good man" Syaoran said to himself as he received his drink.
When he finally finished, he went home. To an old mansion up the hill.
it was covered in green sleeky vines. and tall and dark red with bricks like blood. Angelique would be waiting for him. He entered. He saw her sweet face, Her violet eyes, her soft long blonde hair. She wore a long red gown, which moped the dirty floor as she walked. Her nails were long and painted crimson. She hissed, showing her fangs to Syaoran.
"Don't be acting like a bitch all of a sudden Angelique, i did nothing for you to hiss at me"
Syaoran said this as he passed her.
Angelique stopped hissing and said "I don't hate you Syaoran." she walked up to him and whispered in his ear seductively:
"I love you"
Syaoran grabbed her neck. His eyes showed firery anger. "Don't.....ever....tell me THAT!" he threw her into one of the dusty walls, and began walking down the long corridor, which led to his room.
Angelique hit the wall hard, but it did not damage her. she got up and then all of a sudden appeared infront of Syaoran, smiling showing her fangs. "You know you want me...Syaoran" she began brushing his hair with her fingers. "You can use me anyway you like..and i still wont hate you. Oh why can't you see that Syao-kun??"
"Because, you are like another prostitute in the streets Angelique. You use me. and i had enough of that"
"Oh, i'm sorry. Ain't i a vampire? that is my damn job asshole!"
"How come i can't feel anything??"
"My dear syaoran, you have no heart, no feelings. squat" Angelique opened his bedroom door.
"Shall we?"
Syaoran looked at her and said "Go fuck your ownself.." he walked out of her house. Maybe this time, he wont come back....
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1880- Betrayal
Roger was walking down the sidewalk. It was already morning. About 10:00.
He wore a dirty brown trenchcoat, with a white man's blouse, a blue waistcoat, and black dress pants. He walked up to a small white and black house, with small little flowers for a garden in the front of the black irony gates. There, sitting on a white painted bench, was a woman. She had long auburn hair, and emerald green eyes. She wore a long red turtleneck dress, with white shoes. She stood up and smiled at roger.
"Ma'cherie, it has been a long time, hasn't it?" Roger said.
"Roger, i didn't know you knew some french. You just got here 3 days ago...wow" The girl told him.
"Well, i actually heard the word on the street, i hope i didn't say anything to offend you, Sakura"
Sakura walked towards roger and hugged him. "How was your trip?"
"It was alright. I met the most unusual fella last night"
Sakura un-hugged him and raised an eyebrow "Really? what was his name?"
"He said his name was Syaoran Li. We talked for a bit. I mentioned you, and he says that he would just love to talk to you..so, what do you say?"
Sakura took a patch of her hair and began to curl it "Well, i guess i can meet him. Tonight right?"
"Don't worry, i'll come with you just incase, i'll pick you up at 7:00"
"Alright, come in Roger, i was making some cookies"
Roger and Sakura entered the house, where they talked about how their lives and their families.
Syaoran was inside the mansion with Angelique. He had no place to go,
so he decided to stay at angelique's for the day. Hidden in the covers of darkness. Angelique was right beside him, holding him tight.
"Syao-kun, why are you so, so, angry with me?" Angelique whispered to his ear.
"Because, you are easy to hate."
"Syaoran, i made you into who you are today, you could at least show your gratitude"
"Your just a 12,000 year old bat who was desperate" He hissed his fangs at her.
Angelique hissed her fangs at him. "DO NOT call me a bat...i am very young"
"Yeah right" Syaoran continued hissing at her.
"Sleep with me Syao-kun, until the night sets you free...oh please just do this for me, for i am lonely, and tired..." she began caressing his legs. "You don't know how long i have waited for a man like you...your so handsome, fierce, and.." she grabbed his buttocks "Rebellious!"
Syaoran grabbed angelique's hands and threw her over to where there was a bit of sunshine.
"Go away you horrid beast"
Angelique was able to escape. "How dare you try to destroy the one person who cared for you! can't you see?? I did everything for you!"
"Why me?"
"Don't you like the gift i gave you?"
Syaoran grew silent. He loved the taste of blood. it was, arousing. He loved it when he seduced an innocent woman, and then drink her full. He looked at angelique with interest. Angelique smirked and looked back
"I knew you'd see things my way"
Syaoran leaned down his face towards Angelique's, angelique lowered her face towards Syaoran's, but then Syaoran grabbed her neck and pierced it with his fangs. Angelique closed her eyes, enjoying every bit of it.
"Syaoran, you can stop now, and we can enjoy the dretched morning in my bed"
But syaoran didn't stop. He kept on.
"Syaoran what are you doing??" Angelique was getting worried "Syaoran No!!"
Too late. Syaoran drank every bit of blood in Angelique's body.
"Aurevoir, Angelique" He took angelique's body, and threw it out the window. Once he did that, he went up to his room, to get ready for the night. For this night, will be like no other.
By: Akizuki-Chan
When the night is as dark as this
and the World felt like a bliss of Love
Then that's where his heart has left
The night covered the earth like a dark blue blanket with
white dots embedded in it. Mortals slept, as their dreams filled their heads, and into the glorious night, did their dreams fly around each neighboorhood. Dreams. Who needed them? they are only here to please the human soul. What have they ever done for us? I believed in dreams once. Yes.
I was such a gullible person. I believed. Those thoughts were blown away by the wind, when i saw her. She was the most elegant figure i have ever set my chestnut eyes on. Her soft, auburn hair. Her seductive, but sweet emerald green eyes. Those lucious pink lips. Oh, how i wanted her so much, but she was too far for my clutching hands. No. She wasn't normal, she was abnormally beautiful. Strange. How can anything be abnormally beautiful? Let me explain. She's perfect. In mine and every man's eyes. Being perfect is abnormal. Get it? Even the sound of her name, created an instant chill that ran up my spine, and made my rough face blush red as scarlet. How could i ever lower myself to such, such, status. Could it be possible that i, for once in the years i have lived on this wretched planet, loved another? Nobody, not even her, knew my dark secret. Her eyes were blinded with kindness for me. How sad. She didn't expect what was coming for her.
What the Dark Gift in me would do to her. I held it back. I kept my fangs away from her. Even my hands! One slight touch of her, soft and innocent skin, and i would snap.
I remember the night i met her. Yes. what a wonderous night it was.
It was 1880. 10 years after i was given the dark gift. I was a rookie, as they call it. Though, in her eyes, i was already a skilled expert. Heh, how i loved it when she called me that.
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1880 - Palour a la frenz
A dark figure walked down the dirty sidewalks of 18th century
Paris, France. Most people stared at his face. Pale as white snow. His eyes were like chestnuts, and his sleeky hair, like the colour of the muddy dirt, after it rained. He wore a victorian blouse, with a red waistcoat, and midnight black dress pants, with sleeky black shoes. He kept his pale hands in his 18th century trenchcoat pockets. Every single prostitute in the street would howler. For he, was considered a handsome, and young writer. They didn't love him. All they ever wanted from him, was his money. Ah yes, he was a rich handsome, young writer at that. His father, was the Emperor of Hong Kong, but only for a long time. His death caused speculation. His people were outraged, and angry. Though the Emperor and his family were kind people, they didn't lead a good country. Crops were dying, and all because of war. War, war, war is all his people understood. They took down the Royals, and they were never heard of again. Though Xialong Li, ( the emperor's son) and Yelan Li (the emperor's wife) were the only survivors, they led secret lives.
Yelan moved to Japan, and is now known as: Xiang Ki. Xialong Li is now known as: Syaoran Li.
Which by the way, this dark stranger is. He stopped in a dark alley. Peering around for an innocent victim to feed upon. He had been turned into a Vampire 10 years ago, and he was still considered a novice in the vampire world. His creater, Angelique Felout, took him under her wing, and thought him the basics. She would flirt with him countinously, and Syaoran felt, well, actually he didn't feel anything. He accepted the fact, that he could never consider feelings for nobody. But that will all change. He noticed a young girl, about 24 or 23. She had the longest fiery red hair which showed in the darkness. (That's how he noticed her) her eyes, sapphire blue. and her slender figure, only made Syaoran crave for more. He would devour his victims in 3 ways:
1- Seductively, 2- the kiss, 3- the betrayal. (as he named it) He approached the young girl, and whispered into her ear seductively.
"Ma' cherie, i have been looking everywhere for a woman like you. Your hair, so fiery red with passion and romance. Your eyes, so sapphire blue, so pure like spring water. and your figure," he began to caress her soft cheeks. The girl blushed, somehow, flattered. "It is exquisite"
he finished.
He looked at the girl's eyes and said: "What is your name, sweet angel?"
The girl looked at Syaoran's eyes, still blushing and said, "Julia Monteclair, what is yours?"
Syaoran smirked, almost showing his fangs, but was quick enough to hide it, "That my child, you will someday know. but for now, i shall be a dark mysterious person, in your sweet dreams."
He lowered his face, toward hers. Julia leaned her face towards Syaoran's. then, their lips met. The Kiss. Julia rested her arms on syaoran's shoulders. Syaoran grabbed Julia's face, still letting his lips smack into Julia's. He was getting ready, for the evil deed. He pulled away from Julia and said:
"Your neck, it is...beautiful yes. May i kiss it?"
Julia smiled a seductive smile and said "Do anything you want with me" It worked. she was already in his grip, under his spell, forever his, was her blood. He hissed, showing his fangs. Julia bended her neck, and so, syaoran shoved his fangs into her neck, tasting the sweet blood, of Julia Monteclair. When he finally drank every drop of blood in her body, he grabbed her body with one hand, and threw it into a dumpster. The Betrayal.
He then walked out of the dark alley, and cleaned the blood flowing from his mouth and fangs. He turned and notice a Palour, across the street. it was called: Frenz Palour. More meat. that's what came into his mind. He walked across the street and entered. Inside looked like a party. Lights and glitter everywhere. He looked around and noticed all the whores waiting to be screwed and get paid. He paid no attention to them. For he only liked Innocent blood. Innocents were easy to devour. He walked to a chair and settled himself. A man, about 27 to 28, sat next to him. His hair was dirty blonde and curly. His eyes were green. He wore a white man's blouse, with a black waistcoat, with dress pants (black) and shoes. He smiled at Syaoran and said:
"Welcome, Young fella" It came to Syaoran now that this man, was not french, but an immigrant. who probably moved here 2 days ago. "Welcome to Frenz Palour. where we have everything you always want, and at a price too!"
"I only came in here for a drink, not to screw your meaningless prostitutes" Syaoran ordered a drink to the bar tender, while the immigrant man raised an eyebrow.
"Our prostitutes have nothing to do with this young man. I have what you want. what you always lusted for, everyday and everynight. You'd pray for it. knowing that one day, God might not be the bastard you always thought he was...but then again, i don't think God is a bastard, more like a savior to me"
"Are you some kind of Religious man?" Syaoran asked the immigrant man as he received his drink, and gulped it in one.
"No. but i sure might as well be one when i'm old." The immigrant man took out a hand and said "Roger E. Clevais. I'm from America. I just moved to France 2 days ago.."
He was always right.
Syaoran accepted the hand and shook it. "Syaoran Li. i've lived in france for...let's just say, forever." Which was almost true. It did seem like forever, though. "Why are you here, Mr. Clevais?" he was actually curious with this one.
"Well, i came here to support my wife and kids over at the mother country. And i don't work here, sad to say. I just came here for a drink. I would never cheat on my wife. God forbid i ever did that to her..she would break down and cry and i would break down and cry. My wife and i were always alike"
Syaoran ordered another drink and said, "I see..."
He doesn't seem interested now.
"I know this gal that i think you should meet. She's a real cute one, if i say so myself. She's only 22. She came to france 3 years ago..looking for her dad."
"Why is she looking for her dad? doesn't he stay still in one place like normal fathers do?"
Syaoran asked Roger.
"Well, her dad is a traveler. he travels. alot. she heard that his current post was in France, but she never found him..sad ain't it?"
"Seems so" Syaoran lied. "Anyways, is this girl here?"
"Nah, Sakura doesn't like coming to places like these..she thinks they are a trash to the society"
Finally, a mortal who understands.
"Sakura's her name?" how sweet and soothing that sounded. He had to meet her.
"Yep. you want to meet her don't you?" Roger asked. "Meet me tommorow at Chez Pierre" Roger got up, and walked straight out the door.
"He seems like a good man" Syaoran said to himself as he received his drink.
When he finally finished, he went home. To an old mansion up the hill.
it was covered in green sleeky vines. and tall and dark red with bricks like blood. Angelique would be waiting for him. He entered. He saw her sweet face, Her violet eyes, her soft long blonde hair. She wore a long red gown, which moped the dirty floor as she walked. Her nails were long and painted crimson. She hissed, showing her fangs to Syaoran.
"Don't be acting like a bitch all of a sudden Angelique, i did nothing for you to hiss at me"
Syaoran said this as he passed her.
Angelique stopped hissing and said "I don't hate you Syaoran." she walked up to him and whispered in his ear seductively:
"I love you"
Syaoran grabbed her neck. His eyes showed firery anger. "Don't.....ever....tell me THAT!" he threw her into one of the dusty walls, and began walking down the long corridor, which led to his room.
Angelique hit the wall hard, but it did not damage her. she got up and then all of a sudden appeared infront of Syaoran, smiling showing her fangs. "You know you want me...Syaoran" she began brushing his hair with her fingers. "You can use me anyway you like..and i still wont hate you. Oh why can't you see that Syao-kun??"
"Because, you are like another prostitute in the streets Angelique. You use me. and i had enough of that"
"Oh, i'm sorry. Ain't i a vampire? that is my damn job asshole!"
"How come i can't feel anything??"
"My dear syaoran, you have no heart, no feelings. squat" Angelique opened his bedroom door.
"Shall we?"
Syaoran looked at her and said "Go fuck your ownself.." he walked out of her house. Maybe this time, he wont come back....
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1880- Betrayal
Roger was walking down the sidewalk. It was already morning. About 10:00.
He wore a dirty brown trenchcoat, with a white man's blouse, a blue waistcoat, and black dress pants. He walked up to a small white and black house, with small little flowers for a garden in the front of the black irony gates. There, sitting on a white painted bench, was a woman. She had long auburn hair, and emerald green eyes. She wore a long red turtleneck dress, with white shoes. She stood up and smiled at roger.
"Ma'cherie, it has been a long time, hasn't it?" Roger said.
"Roger, i didn't know you knew some french. You just got here 3 days ago...wow" The girl told him.
"Well, i actually heard the word on the street, i hope i didn't say anything to offend you, Sakura"
Sakura walked towards roger and hugged him. "How was your trip?"
"It was alright. I met the most unusual fella last night"
Sakura un-hugged him and raised an eyebrow "Really? what was his name?"
"He said his name was Syaoran Li. We talked for a bit. I mentioned you, and he says that he would just love to talk to you..so, what do you say?"
Sakura took a patch of her hair and began to curl it "Well, i guess i can meet him. Tonight right?"
"Don't worry, i'll come with you just incase, i'll pick you up at 7:00"
"Alright, come in Roger, i was making some cookies"
Roger and Sakura entered the house, where they talked about how their lives and their families.
Syaoran was inside the mansion with Angelique. He had no place to go,
so he decided to stay at angelique's for the day. Hidden in the covers of darkness. Angelique was right beside him, holding him tight.
"Syao-kun, why are you so, so, angry with me?" Angelique whispered to his ear.
"Because, you are easy to hate."
"Syaoran, i made you into who you are today, you could at least show your gratitude"
"Your just a 12,000 year old bat who was desperate" He hissed his fangs at her.
Angelique hissed her fangs at him. "DO NOT call me a bat...i am very young"
"Yeah right" Syaoran continued hissing at her.
"Sleep with me Syao-kun, until the night sets you free...oh please just do this for me, for i am lonely, and tired..." she began caressing his legs. "You don't know how long i have waited for a man like you...your so handsome, fierce, and.." she grabbed his buttocks "Rebellious!"
Syaoran grabbed angelique's hands and threw her over to where there was a bit of sunshine.
"Go away you horrid beast"
Angelique was able to escape. "How dare you try to destroy the one person who cared for you! can't you see?? I did everything for you!"
"Why me?"
"Don't you like the gift i gave you?"
Syaoran grew silent. He loved the taste of blood. it was, arousing. He loved it when he seduced an innocent woman, and then drink her full. He looked at angelique with interest. Angelique smirked and looked back
"I knew you'd see things my way"
Syaoran leaned down his face towards Angelique's, angelique lowered her face towards Syaoran's, but then Syaoran grabbed her neck and pierced it with his fangs. Angelique closed her eyes, enjoying every bit of it.
"Syaoran, you can stop now, and we can enjoy the dretched morning in my bed"
But syaoran didn't stop. He kept on.
"Syaoran what are you doing??" Angelique was getting worried "Syaoran No!!"
Too late. Syaoran drank every bit of blood in Angelique's body.
"Aurevoir, Angelique" He took angelique's body, and threw it out the window. Once he did that, he went up to his room, to get ready for the night. For this night, will be like no other.