Sucker for the New Age
This story is M, guy on guy and guy on girl. Vampires and a weird story plot. Thank you.
Prologue
Lake Lago was secluded from most humans touch. There were only 10 broken trees caused by human presence in the entire surrounding area. All of which formed a path up to the edge of the mountain, Mt. Chagrin. While Mt. Chagrin was a large mountain with rocky sides and jagged edges that could easily be scaled, no human ever did. It towered over the small village of 20 people who had done everything for themselves and kept most of modern society away.
The anthropology professor, Dr. Kisuke Urahara, on his week-long excursion in the remote town called Ketchika, had been told it was dangerous to go near the mountain at night. Kisuke had never been one to act recklessly, but he was too curious to control himself. He had to see the wonders of Earth for himself. He had to be the first man to climb that mountain. It was almost like some strong energy were pulling him toward the top. He wasn't going to give a shit about some myth. He would be famous.
In the middle of the night, during the howling wolves, Dr. Urahara slipped out of the small cabin the village had gifted him. His pack heavy and full of his climbing gear, a ration of food and water, and his head adorned with a crown of lights. Nodding to himself he stepped over a few sticks and started his little trek through the woods.
Despite being told that the short journey to the edge of the steep mountain was dangerous, Kisuke found no resistance. He reached the straightest part of the mountain, his eyes traveling up the side, looking at the dark clouds gathering above. If he was going to climb, it would be now, and he wouldn't spare another moment thinking about how to get down once it became too cold and wet. He threaded his gear with rope, and hoped he was doing it correctly because he wasn't an avid climber, and didn't want to fall.
It seemed all too convenient for a secret in the mountains. As Kisuke started to climb up, it was almost like the rocks that were raised from the side of the mountain, were in perfect position for him to easily climb up the mountain side. About an hour into climbing, he reached a ledge, which he couldn't see from down below, but didn't understand how it wasn't visible from the sky, since he been brought to the small village via helicopter. He could see a good portion of the lake, a smoke stack from the small village and all the trees. It was almost too high for Kisuke to bear the cold. Instead of worrying about whether he could get frostbite in the almost negative numbers, Kisuke turned toward the mountain and noticed that up a bit higher looked like there was a cave. He felt the same pull toward the cave as he did toward the mountain and the curiosity settled deep into his body, pushing him farther on.
The cave was deep. The waters outside sliding down the rocky terrain of the mountain. It was too wet to scale down now, if he didn't discover anything. It was too wet to be safe. Kisuke wandered deeper into the cave, taking note of the smoothed walls and the stickiness which went with it. The air was musty and cold, and Kisuke almost stopped to sit down, but something in the nook of the cave caught his eyes and his head lamp. The blonde couldn't help but think this was too convenient. How could something like this be unknown territory? There had to have been many who discovered this place.
Kisuke became quiet, stumbling his way toward the object he had seen. It was a coffin. Strong sturdy metal that was quite tall and wide, bound by chain and inscribed with something special. Kisuke stroked the frame and the emblem, his eyes tracing the work as he struggled to get his camera out. He took a picture of the symbol, an oblong spiral with a few spikes in the line. Kisuke silently wondered if he'd stepped into a grave site for the Ketchika people and made his apologies to no one until the coffin began to move. The air pulsated, and Kisuke realized the pull he felt from the mountain, and the cave, actually came from this ornate metal coffin.
"Let me out." Was whispered softly behind him. Almost too faint to hear, it echoed into Kisuke and his body was moving on its own. Somehow, he was able to loosen the chains and let them fall to the cave floor. He pulled with all his strength at the lid to the upright coffin, hearing the squeak of rusted hinges as he did so. It was all too crazy. What was he doing?
As he opened the door, he took note that there was indeed a dead man inside. Almost perfectly preserved, still tan as the day he died. It was as if his body had been moving and breathing until just recently. Kisuke looked away from the body, clothed in black robes, and out toward the mouth of the cave which he could faintly see. He wondered if this really were a burial ground, and that was the reason no one wanted him up here. If so, Kisuke discovered a new piece of what is considered an ancient tribe. The blond haired doctor turned back toward the body, studying the features of the face, and the hair which was too vibrant to be real and had to have been dyed in the 21st century, and outside of the village. He could see only the way the light allowed, and traveled his headlight down the body of the man settled into the casket. By now, most bodies would have collapsed and fallen out if stood on its end, how was this one standing?
As his hands roamed the body, he took note of the cross crushed into the person's chest cavity. It looked to be solid silver, and invaluable. He wanted it. This would be his break. He would be famous. He wrapped his hands around the portion that was stuck inside the dead man's chest and pulled, feeling the way it was stuck. It was almost no use, but he tried a bit more, figuring that rigor mortis may have set in, if this was a fairly fresh body. It was probably caught between the ribs and the muscles of the heart. With a desperate cry, Kisuke wrenched it out of the poor man and gazed upon the messy cross which had been sharpened to a point. Wind echoed through the cave walls, pelting him with freezing droplets of water which had collected on the cave. It was almost like something out of the movies. Even the hand that was now touching him.
Kisuke screamed and dropped the cross, his light, and fell down to the cave floor as he looked up into glowing eyes, piercing into him. The body. He fumbled for his light and shaken, turned it toward the coffin to see that the body was gone. Adrenaline coursed through his veins as he heard a soft rustle to his right, deeper in the cave. He scrunched his eyes and quickly turned the light toward the direction of the sound, opening them to see the black clothed figure squatting next to a few dead birds, blood caked to his lips as he tore into another one, lapping at its feathers and throwing it to the ground in frustration. He looked horrific. His chest which had been torn to threads and sinew, were now fixing themselves. The wet noises echoed off the walls, and then a soft laugh.
"What the fuck?" Kisuke muttered, too scared to be any louder, but the eyes snapping up to meet his were more than enough for him to know that he had been heard. The figure stood up and crept his way toward Kisuke, almost like predator stalking prey. Kisuke gulped. This is where I die, he thought, putting his hands to his face.
"Thank you." Said the soft disembodied voice. Kisuke's hands were pulled away from his face, to come eye to eye with the orange haired man who had been in the coffin not ten seconds ago before passing out.
Thank you for reading the beginning. Despite how it seems, I would like this to be a comedy about a vampire who struggles with new things and relationships. He just has a dark past because what vampire doesn't?