Dead Souls
Disclaimer: And here is my sequel to Darklight! The title, as probably suspected, was inspired by Nine Inch Nails "Dead Souls". I heard the song and somehow, the inspiration for this fic sprang into my head. Well, like most of my fics, I have a certain...free speech within this one.
"And I knew my vision of the garden of savage beauty had been a true vision. There was meaning in the world, yes, and laws, and inevitability, but they had only to do with the aesthetic and in this Savage Garden, these innocent ones belonged in the vampire's arms. A thousand other things can be said about the world, but only aesthetic principles can be verified, and these things alone remain the same."
-Anne Rice
"Somebody should tell us, right at the start of our lives, that we are dying. Then we might live life to the limit, every minute of every day. Do it! I say. Whatever you want to do, do it now! There are only so many tomorrows."
-Pope Paul VI
By: VampireQueenAkasha
"You have to ask...? Really...? Well, It's...It's because I am your friend..."
-Abel Nightroad
Prologue
Earth
Rome, Italy
Rome was quite silent that night. Rain was coming down calmly and gently, pelting a very depressed Father Abel Nightroad. He sat on a stool at a hot dog stand, munching sadly on his hot dog-the only food he could afford at the time. The hot dog vendor stared down at him with pity - a slightly overweight man in his late forties.
"On the house, you know that." the vendor murmured, offering a glass of apple juice.
Abel took it and heaved another sigh and rubbed the side of his face. All he could think about was Nyssa Alastair, that wonderful vampire who meant so much to him. Nothing seemed to interest him anymore now that she was gone. Nothing.
The vendor chuckled and tried to cheer him up. "Oh. You want me to do the angry Asian guy?" he joked, "Should I do Bing - Bong?" He didn't wait for an answer and stretched his eyelids back so they stuck. He pulled his lip back too, making his teeth stick out. Finally, he spoke in a goofy Asian accent. "O - oh - kay, Dr. Jones, me no touch any - ting!" He did another. "You go back work, lazy bitch!"
Abel bit back a laugh and stared down, somehow trying to conceal it. He wasn't that dismal, but he wasn't all too happy with life currently. It had been hard for him to express any kind of laughter, but then again, his friends did all that they could.
The vendor smiled and shrugged, pleased with his small-and yet high victory. "See?" he said, "I knew you'd get a smile."
"I'm sorry," Abel murmured, "I just ... I miss her so much."
The vendor was quiet for a moment and held up a finger. "Can I just say one thing?" he told him. "I'm not gonna say there's plenty more fish in the sea, I'm not gonna say if you love her let her go and I'm not gonna bombard you with cliche but what I will say is this ... it's not the end of the world."
Abel managed a sad smile.
Meanwhile, toward the graveyard, three men in Gothic attire rushed through the damp wet mud, panting. They were holding several sharp objects and ritual devices. One hissed, cutting his hand on a knife. He cursed and growled, shaking his hand of the slight tingling pain sensation.
"Ouch! Dammit!" he muttered.
His blood dripped into the slimy mud and down deep into the earth. It seemed to have been on a destination toward something. Beneath the earth, the sound of a menacing shriek echoed into the night, but the thundering blast of the storm drowned out all sound. Back down toward a certain gravestone, a massive hand clawed free. Finally, the hand clawed the mud and out came a dark and ratted shape. Its eyes seemed to glow a dark red like two candles. Finally, the shape threw back its head and screamed in anguish as life seemed to pour into its dead and lifeless lungs.
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The three Gothic humans were forming their own ritual cult. Small torches were places around their crudely formed altar. They chanted in several odd tones. Finally, their leader growled and threw his hands in the air.
"It's not working!" he snapped, "I don't feel any different!"
His rather chubby comrade smirked nastily and gave him a noogie. "Told you we needed a real vampire!" he sneered. Finally, he glanced up curiously and noticed a dark and tattered shape moving weakly through the graveyard.
"Hey, look at that!" he whispered.
The shape walked like a puppet on strings, arms hanging uselessly in front of it. It wore a filthy and ragged trench coat with black pants and shirt. Its hair was long, filthy and matted and fingers long claw-like appendages. Breasts revealed the person to be female. A female of distinct attractiveness to her.
"Hey, hey you, over there!" the leader shouted.
Oddly, the shape halted, standing among the glare of the torches, still and deadly. But these three did not sense the impending danger they were in. They did not know entirely what they were up against in the midst of their confusion.
"Come here a sec!" the leader ordered.
The female did not move, only breathed harshly and rapidly through filthy nostrils. Her eyes gleamed through filthy hair and dark lips pulled back to reveal long vampire fangs. With a fierce snarl, the woman - vampire crouched low and came rushing in at demon speeds, vanishing in an inky smear.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Open up your hate, and let it flow into me!
Get up, come on get down with the sickness!
The two other cultists gasped in wide-eyed horror. Their leader's entire body hung uselessly off his feet, kicking slightly.
"Uhn ... Uhn ... "
The woman had her teeth latched to his throat and blood spurted all over the ground and her filthy face and coat. Her eyes were wild and flaring in red slits. Sick disgusting panting and sighs escaped her. Blood gushed in horrible streams from their leader's sputtering lips. Each scream died into bubbling shrieks. His fingers twitched and body spasmed as life slowly seemed out of his body and into the leeching being at his throat.
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness!
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness!
Madness is the gift that has been given to me...
One of the cultists started to run and her eyes turned wildly in his direction, widening with a hint of wicked mirth. They both turned and fled, screaming. When they looked back in horror, the woman was chasing them through the graveyard, bounding from tombstone to tombstone on all fours with the skill of an agile and quite fast deer.
"AHHH!" the two screamed.
Suddenly, sharp talons sank deeply into both of their backs and they looked up in horror as they were literally lifted off of the ground. They were being gripped in two massive claws on the feet of this woman! Her coat was spread like wings and she flew high into the sky, with them kicking and screaming horribly. But no one below could see or hear them. From the cold wind and rain whipping by at such altitudes, no one knew.
"No!" the chubby cultist howled, terror-stricken. "Let me go! Let me - WAIT!"
He was tossed through the air like a piece of rubbish with a scream. He plummeted back to earth, leaving the other cultist alone in the claws of the strange woman vampire. He stared up in terror at her cold, icy red gaze.
"Pl - please ... " he begged, "Please don't kill me! Please!"
The woman's ratted hair fluttered around her pale face. The steady beat of her coat-like wings cast shadows on and off from both of them. A dark and hungry grin spread across her face and with a warbling hiss, she lowered her head and sank her fangs deep into the man's pale white throat. His scream was silenced by a heavy clawed hand over his mouth. His muffled cries eventually died down to nothing.
Far below, the scream of the chubby cultist grew louder and louder. He fell from the sky and onto the top of a church, impaling himself onto a large metal conductor. His body twitched and jerked in pain, blood sputtering down the sides of the tower. Two priests walked out of the church and cried out. They crossed themselves and said a silent prayer.
"My God ... " one of the priests gasped.
And the sounds of screams and horrified cries echoed into the night.
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Note-Hm, the beginning. I used part of Disturbed's "Down With the Sickness". What did you think about it? Let me know...with a (Sing-song tone insert) REV-IEW! All will be revealed in due time, my friends!
