Days of the Von Cross
Story one: Immorta the Hellish
By: Hunter Axe
Summary: Hidan Von Cross is the most desirable man in England of 1776. He's rich, handsome, and has gentleman like manners. But as sunset beckons the rich gentleman is much more than that. Hidan Von Cross is a Member of a society called Jashin. A clans of vampires that kill the human beings at night fall. By day Hidan is a high patriarch of England. But by night he becomes the terror known as Immorta the Hellish. This is Story one to the series.
Chapter one: The Gentle man approach
England, 1776 was the year and morning it was today. The people were gathering to the church for good prayer and socializing. All women dressed up in their best Sunday clothes, men acting tough and spinning tales of heroic acts, and the children acting and playing around but at the same time tried to keep clean so they had not disappoint god and their parents. Yes the morning seemed quiet pleasurable and tranquil. Soon after the father of the church had arrived, wearing the same black cloak he always wore on Sundays. He greeted all the townsfolk and made his way to the front of the church door. He opened the door and all the townspeople clustered inside the small crammed doors of the church. The priest or 'father' as everyone refer him to, made his way down the aisle and stood before the people and the booth. He opened the book and began to read a section to the folk. They stood in silence listening to the ominous wisdom of the book. When the father had finished his hearing he abandoned the front and everyone soon followed after.
It was only a quarter to nine in the morning but it had seemed earlier than that. The sky was still a pale white, and the wind was silent but caressed a few near by trees, making them giggle and bend away. It was not always like this, no it was more alive. The morning wasn't official without him. The women would always chat about him, and how that call girl Louisa would try to chase after him. These men with their attempts to impress him, with brave tales of their battles in many macabre wars. And the children that look up to him with his kindness and gentlemen like words. Yes, the morning would have been perfect with him and his gentleman approach. The way he compliment the women in their Sunday clothes, the kind comments to the old veterans and their washed out stories, and the simple advice he'd give to the children. But today, on the other hand was depressed because he was not here.
Then suddenly the women gasped, the men sniggered, and the children laughed in simple delight. He had arrived. The carriage he was in was glowing in ivory, and had golden silk tassels at each corner of the tarp that covered the top of the carriage frame. The wheels were made of oak, each one was big and smooth with roses carved into that spokes. The stallion attached to the carriage was white with red velvet reigns. The carriage driver was wearing a black suit with a long white silk tie. And inside the opulent carriage was Him. He opened the carriage door and showily stepped out of the carriage.
"Good morning ladies and gentlemen, oh and the dear children of all ages, this morning seems glorious and I decided to admire it. I apologize that it had taken my time to go to church." The townsfolk did not mind his absence because he came anyway. The stranger gentleman was wearing a white buttoned shirt with long black slacks. He wore a black vest over the shirt and was fastened with gold buttons. He wore fancy shoes the glimmered with the sun light. His tie was black and very velvet with texture. He held a cane; it was sleek with a dark colored paint and had a diamond on the top. The gentleman himself however was a god among the townsfolk. His skin was fair and his hair was slick and light white. His eyes were calm dropping halfway. The eye color was reddish pink; his nose was small and rounded. His lips were thin and stretched into a long tired smile. He was truly perfect a king among the gods.
"Good morning Lord Von Cross." The town recited in harmony. Von Cross smiled and nodded there he joined the townsmen and women. He chatted with the men, the women were chatting about him. And he played with the children. The morning was really perfect but for how long would the perfection last.
~Nightfall~
Lady Victoria Smith had just finished her work at the office with her husband. With her beautiful looks the merger with the second company would be a complete success. The moon was a minor crescent in the dark navy blue sky. She walked by herself though. The night didn't scare her, she didn't live that far. She hummed a tune and moved along. A branch snapped instantly. She quickly looked around to see what made the sound. She saw nothing and kept it moving. The second time, she heard something move across the trees. She was more afraid, and walked a little faster than before. The moving around became faster and faster. With each different time she walked faster and faster until she began to run. But the sounds were coming closer and closer. So Lady Victoria ran faster until she was sprinting. Her heel suddenly gave way and she fell. Before she knew what was happening, a dark figure bit into Lady Victoria's neck, sucking out all her blood. Her skin sagged and she became thinner with each gulp the figure took in. When she emptied out the shadow placed her gently on the steps of the church. It was going to rain and didn't want her to get wet. The figure had been polite as if it had taken the gentlemen approach with her. Leaving a black rose and a card, the card had the words 'Immorta the Hellish' on it.