A huge thank you to all who reviewed, but i'm afraid that none of these will become full fledged stories. You see, i'm not good with anything other than one-shots. Sorry, guys.
Red Moon-
A splash of red adorned the black skies that april night. The wind whistled in the far off trees as he sat under the red moon. It bathed him in a silvery glow, illuminating further the crimson eyes under the yellow tinted goggles. He lie there, legs crossed, hands behind his head, staring. His black hair fanned slightly behind his gloved hands, his tie, fedora, and trenchcoat missing, leaving him in a grey suit glittering in the moonlight. Dangling around his neck was a gold pendant, a locket. It was carved intricately with a pentacle infused with a cross, and wrapped around it in tiny letters was 'Standeth the bird of hermes'(1)
He fingered the locket in confusuion, letting the coolness of it drift under his glove. She had given it to him before she left. His crimson eyes drifted towards the castle, staring longingly as if she would suddenly jump out the door, running from that blasted Captain again. He wanted her to be there with him again, staring at him in utter confusion as he stargazed. He wanted her to refuse her blood, if only to hear her voice. He wanted.. He wanted to see her again. He was confused, and he was alone. All alone. Again.
Only this time, it hurt more than it did before.
She was so like the sun, so bright, so innocent, that it drew him to her like a moth to the flame. He longed to see the sunrise in her eyes, the bright crimson hue that was so unlike the setting sun color of his own. They were opposites, completely. He was a bloodsucking supervampire, a crazed monster who knew what he wanted right from the start. He was dead. She? She was alive. She was still human after death. She clung to what he never had. And for one reason or another, he respected her for that. At least, respected her enough to let her cling to it as she had. Now? The sun no longer rises in her eyes. She was her own, no longer tied to him, no longer refusing her blood. She became as he is. A monster. Insane, powerful, a vampire in her own right. This was what he saw when he first looked at her, but... This was not what he wanted for her. She was human. He was not. She was innocent. He was far from it. He looked to the sky again. Now she's just like him.
He popped open the locket, to find a small picture inside it. Walter had taken that picture so long ago. She stood there, shadows flowing out from her arms and enveloping him in a vampiric hug, and he, goggles askew to show crimson eyes wide with suprise as she clung to him. 'A trinket from days long past' she had said, when she gave it to him. She had smiled when she said that, remembering fondly those days when she was but a fledgling.
He finally rose and strided over to the castle, his trenchcoat, fedora and tie reforming over his body from the shadows. He had decided. Never again was he going to be alone. Never more would he sigh to the moon. He had her, she had him. And that was all that mattered.
1: "Standeth the bird of hermes" -a snippet from the Ripley Scroll (section: the green lion, the red lion), where the phrase "The bird of hermes is my name, eating my wings to make me tame" was taken by Kohta Hirano. The scroll was used in the 15th century for Alchemic Purposes, most noteably the Philosopher's Stone.