The Tale of Blood and Geass
Chapter I: The Awakening
The way I was feeling then was foreign and completely unknown to me, but I'd be lying if I were to say I did not enjoy it, it was addicting even, and I knew from that moment that I've become an addict.
The feeling of sheer delight and pure, sweet loss of control filled the air, blinding my senses, making me further unaware of the nature and the reasons behind my own actions. It was liken to a reflex – At first when I opened my eyes for the first time, I saw the guard closest to me, no doubt left behind to take the body of the woman who had awakened my senses and turned me into one of her own.
I did not know her name, but the thought of someone taking her away and hurting immediately set free my inner beast and I quickly grabbed the poor fool and laughed softly as he tried to struggle and free himself, but he was weak when compared to me, and had it not been for my hand wrapped tightly round his neck, I knew he'd probably scream and alert his comrades. I looked into his eyes and strange joy filled me at seeing his eyes full of bared fear and despair. He must've realized he wouldn't be getting out of the warehouse alive, I assumed, but it did not matter to me. The moment he raised his firearm and aimed it at me, piercing my body and the spirit of old me, he signed his own death penalty. My assassins will pay for what they've done, and nothing would stop me before I achieved it.
I decided not to waste my words on the vermin that looked so helpless then, in contrast to the small, sadistic smirk he wore while shooting at me, without any remorse. Something flared inside of me and I felt my sharp fangs grow. Within a second, I bit onto the tender flesh of his neck, and ecstasy I have never known till now shook my body and I could not compare the taste of the sweet nectar that I so eagerly sucked from my victim to anything I have tasted in my life, not even while still recognized as a prince of the empire. It was sweet, but at the same time salty, hot and cold, velvety even. It was a strange mixture of so many tastes, but still tasted as something unique, like no other.
As it slid down my throat and gullet it left a beautiful taste in its wake, just inviting me to drink some more, practically warming my body, like a strong drink. It slowly beckoned me, and I felt it begin to cloud my judgment, quietly promising more ecstasy in my ears in hopes of making me its slave, a puppet waiting for its master to control it and do their bidding. So powerless I was against it, that despite myself, I began to welcome it, wanting nothing more but to let it take over both my cursed body and soul.
It was a feeling difficult to describe and put in words. I loved it and hated it in equal quantities, which was a real miracle because of the weariness I felt whenever I opposed the beast so tightly bound inside of me, a part which wanted just to kill and drink without any afterthought. It was becoming stronger every second and simply begged me to let go of my human qualities I prided myself so much on. The human side of me, however, wanted to use this power and fulfill the very goals I had set so many years ago. Britannia would fall by my own hands and my father would regret the day he had proclaimed my mother and sister weak.
At the thought, I felt the beast waver and both my human and the beast side united, and I felt myself grow stronger, making a pact with the blood. I feasted freely on the blood, enjoying the feeling of it drowning my fears. With it by my side, I was sure I could defeat any foe that dared to cross my path.
Just seconds after, I couldn't feel the taste of blood in my mouth and growled out of frustration. I opened my eyes just to see the now bloodless head fall down on the cold floor. If I were still a mere human, I'm sure I'd feel disgusted or even afraid at the grim sight, but now, it didn't wake anything in me. I just gazed at it like it was not a head, but a ball. I turned my attention away and surveyed the green haired woman next to me.
For a moment, I pondered. What should I do? My musings were cut short as the woman's eyes suddenly opened and she smiled as she noticed me. At seeing her smile, something inside of me was filled with delight. Her teeth were white as snow, but sharp as a knife.
"You survived…" she stated in an approving tone, her smile widening. "It is indeed rare for someone to survive without the ritual being completed, but what should I expect from a prince of the empire?" I knew I should've been confused at her knowing my name, but I felt as if I was an open book to her, like she knew me from inside out. Strangely, I didn't mind at all.
She raised a hand and ran her fingers all across my face, and I found the sensation wonderful. "My darling, why don't you take care of your assassins first, before they escape?" she suggested, "We can talk later."
I nodded and turned to my assassins who had their backs on me, unsuspecting. Rage filled me then, and I wanted nothing more but to massacre them and show them my power. Baring my fangs yet again, I lunged forward with such speed they did not even hear me approach. Mercilessly, I struck one hand through a soldier's chest, breaking his ribs in one motion, and grasped at his heart. I pulled at the twitching muscle, successfully separating it from the body, along with the veins and arteries, splashing blood all over both of us. In a moment, he was dead and I threw the still beating heart at another soldier, causing him to crash into a nearby wall.
Finally, the rest of them took notice of me and I saw their knees nearly give out, and the pure terror spreading all over them like a wildfire.
The sight made me smirk contently and I could even hear their hearts skip a beat, I almost felt as if it was in slow motion as one of them remembered he had a gun and aimed it right at me. Not this time, I sneered and broke the man's neck in a swift swipe. I did not feel guilt at extinguishing their lives in such a fashion, not even slightly. I would feel guiltier at stepping on an insect. They were my prey, mindless and helpless compared to me, just begging me to take their lives to prolong my own. I could play with their lives and shape them to my bidding if I wanted to, and they would happily oblige, simply because they were only cattle.
Deciding I had enough of play, I massacred the whole unit in mere seconds, leaving only the weeping Captain of the guard alive. He'll be the one I'll enjoy the most, he was the catalyst of it all, when he foolishly ordered my death for just being in a wrong place at a wrong time. His legs had betrayed him a long ago and he could only crawl away from me, horrified cries ceaselessly spilling from his lips. I clicked my tongue. If the fool thought I'd spare him, he was dead wrong. As I was about to grab him, I felt my creator's hand on my shoulder."Lelouch, why should you waste more blood? Killing him would only help him escape his fate. Do you really want him to stop suffering for what he did?"
I shook my head no. That was the least I wanted to do. "Turn him into a slave instead, but not fully, only enough that he'd have to do your bidding, but so he would be aware in his head, but powerless to oppose you. It would kill him a thousand times more." The woman advised yet again, and I found the possibility more appealing. However, another question rang in my mind. How could I do it?
As if reading my mind, she smiled patiently and started to explain with prompt. "Just drink a bit of his blood and give him a bit of your own if you want to change him."
"Understood." I answered and appeared in front of the man, raising his head and biting down, experiencing such euphoria I could not stop myself from drinking more. It was the woman who stopped me, her voice ringing in my ears. I complied immediately and pulled my fangs out. I heard her sigh. "It seems you drank too much, but don't worry, I'm sure you'll have better candidates for your ghouls soon." She offered and didn't look a bit disappointed or agitated.
I wanted to inquire more, but the wall in front of us exploded suddenly, sending shrapnel all over the warehouse. I shielded my eyes, and when I finally moved my hand, I saw that the reason behind the wall being destroyed was a purple colored machine, a Knightmare frame, used only by the members of the army. I sneered at such display. It was obviously heavily modeled, and held a rifle in one of its metal hands, aimed at me, and I did not doubt I would have time to duck the bullets, but still I did not want to attract any more attention.
I suppose I should've felt fear, but instead, I found myself feeling mildly annoyed. "You there," the pilot of the machine spoke loudly, and my ears immediately caught the wariness in her tone. She was clearly confused if not a little afraid of my bloody frame, but tried to hide it, which would've gone unnoticed by myself if I still were a mere human. "What happened here, boy?" Ah, so she wanted to intimidate me, I noticed then, knowing it would be fruitless. I was sure she was used to simple minded commoners who would get on their knees and beg for their lives at the sight of a gun.
Before I could answer with a well crafted excuse, the time froze and no noise could be heard. No gunshots, shouts from the slaughtered Japanese, or even the female pilot's cocky voice. Immediately, I looked at the woman next to me, knowing she had to be the cause of it all. Her sly smirk only confirmed it and she asked me a question I did not expect. "Have you used your second ability yet?"
Befuddled, I looked at her quizzically. What second ability? I could only wonder, and felt excitement at knowing there was more to my newly awakened abilities, which I could use to topple my cursed father. It seemed to be enough of an answer for her, and she nodded in understanding. "…I see. It is my fault, after all, I did not manage to finish the ritual in time."
Panicked at the revelation I widened my eyes. Does that mean I don't have that second ability she spoke of? Urgently, my mind sprang into motion, and I began calculating the consequences. As if sensing my discomfort, she laughed softly, and I decided it was one of the most beautiful sounds that could slip from human lips. "Do not worry, you certainly have it, you just did not realize you have it and did not manage to awaken it by yourself. I guess I'll have to do it."
I let out a breath in relief at the first part of her revelation, but frowned at the second. How could she possibly awake it? She did not let me wonder for long, as she suddenly pressed both her hands on my cheeks and whispered something I could not comprehend. All of sudden, my world turned black, and I found myself in blackness so dark and quiet I could even hear my own heart beating quickly. I recognized the place immediately, and found my stomach muscles flexing.
This was the place I first arrived to when those cursed men shot me and took my life, and where I signed the contract with a creature of the night, the woman who pried me away from death's clutches and welcomed into her own, tainting me with the curse of vampirism, giving me a new life for a price. She would give me the power to avenge my mother and sister and destroy my father's empire, but for a price of my human existence.
When the time comes, I will have to fulfill her one wish and receive one final gift from her. I was even angrier then, and her offer sounded like the beautiful melody of a symphony to me, just beckoning me to take it and fulfill my deepest desires. Without a second thought, I accepted her offer and she swiftly bit my neck, and I felt such agony I could never describe, so much pain I'd rather forget.
What I perceived to be the end seconds later must have been the interruption she spoke about earlier, and despite myself, I shuddered at the thought of having her fangs pierce my flesh again. The visual quickly changed and I saw various scenes, one with my mother in it.
She appeared in front of me and I closed my eyes, reaching out a hand to touch her, to feel my mother I loved so much, to hug her and never let go. I was disappointed to feel nothing in my fingers, and I opened my eyes and screamed out a command, "No, I order you to remain here!", and a strange sensation in my left eye followed with pain. I closed my eyes again, and the pain quickly stopped. I opened them again.
What I was seeing shocked me. I wasn't in that empty void anymore, and the distinct smell of blood, destruction and despair reached me. Right in front of me was the woman and she wore a small smile on her lips. "I'm impressed, Absolute Obedience isn't so easy to come by, but do be careful with it, it has its limitations as well."
I smirked. With that power, my path would be even easier. Somehow knowing what to do, I turned to the Knightmare, and everything started moving again.
"I apologize, ma'am, but I have no idea." I spoke clearly, even adding a slight taste of fear to my tone, to make sure the woman would think she held the reins. Sometimes, playing the role of the prey was the only way to catch your target. Seem vulnerable and they will drop their guard. "I require your immediate protection, as my father is a well-respected Duke in the homeland, and as a son of his, I am too early to perish. Should you help me, I will see through he rewards you greatly."
Thanks to my superior senses, I heard the pilot's voice hitch, and I knew I hit it right in the bull's eye. She was clearly out for fame and money, which was a common trait among the military, if not a bit cliché. Deciding to add a bit of oil to the fire, I quickly offered, "My ID is in my breast pocket, and I am ready to show it to you, if you feel the need."
As soon as those lies escaped from my lips, the hatch opened and a woman in her twenties climbed out, wearing a slight self-satisfied smile on her face. I did not feel bad about giving her false hope. The smile disappeared as soon as she touched the ground, replaced by a neutral façade, which was clearly practiced. In her hand, she held a small, but no doubt deadly, gun and aimed it right at me, as if she did not see the woman next to me. Seeing as she was the one who turned me, I did not find it impossible, and decided to ask about it after I take care of the woman. In that name, I looked her right in the eyes and barked out my order. "Obey!"
She relaxed right away, and the gun slipped from her hand. Her mouth slightly parted, she gave me a blank look. "Give me your Knightmare and forget about me until I contact you with new instructions." I ordered with haste, wanting nothing more but to make my brother pay.
"Understood, your highness." She returned readily and threw me her keys. I caught them quickly and started climbing into the machine, followed by the emerald haired woman, "The code is in the knightmare."
I nodded and started to familiarize myself with the mighty machine. The controls were relatively easy and I took out the device I obtained from the terrorist. I knew I could not defeat my brother with one machine alone, and those terrorist should not be far. The least they could do for me after causing this mess was to help me. With that in mind, I analyzed the frequencies written all over it. I snorted. They were such amateurs to write it there, it was a perfect piece of evidence. If I could find out their first names as well, I could find them in the database and place them in check. Even if they could barely pilot them, a pawn is a pawn after all, expendable and easy to replace. After all, was not everything a simple game of chess?
"Plotting something?" the woman's amused voice snapped me out from my musings. Deciding it was best not to hide anything from someone that powerful, I answered honestly, "Indeed. I think it's time to teach my foolish brother a lesson."
The woman lifted an elegant green eyebrow. "I hope you do realize that you cannot defeat him alone. You are powerful, but a god you are not, especially at such young age." She scolded lightly, like a mother would her curious child.
"I do. That's why I'll use those terrorists, they're not an army, but they can be meat shields at the very least. There is a train delivering a supply of factory fresh Sutherlands, which I'll supply them with. While they distract the soldiers, we can slip to the MCC, where Clovis is with some of his generals." I laid out the whole plan to her and finally decided to use the frequency of someone named Karen.
According to the radio chatter, she was in the Glasgow. I frowned at the map. There were two Sutherlands chasing after her. "The west entrance. Trust me if you want to win." I ordered and quickly moved the knightmare behind a nearby building. Seeing the perfect opportunity, I shot one of the pursuers, but the other one began shooting at me. Before I could react accordingly, the Glasgow pilot jumped and forced the pilot to eject. I sighed in relief.
"You aren't really much of a pilot," I heard the woman comment, just as I was about to shot her a retort, she shrugged. "Well, I guess you can't be perfect."
I hid the knightmare and watched the terrorist regroup. Good, they had a decent number at least. I reached for the communicator again, "If you want to beat those Britannians open the train, use my gifts and obey me. I'll contact you again in a few minutes."
I smirked. It was all too easy, call it cheating even. Obviously, Clovis had yet to improve his poor tactics. Every single move he made was cloaked in pure, sweet desperation. It was funny, to me at least, to such lengths he was willing to go and how many troops he'd sacrifice to topple only one of mine. It was an all too familiar scenario to me, dating back when we used to play chess in the Aries Villa. He was always foolish, failing to see even the simplest ambushes I would prepare, the ones even Euphie noticed with ease. He never thought twice about moving his pieces, and the games with him quickly bored me. He was like a broken record, using the same tactics in every single game. However, I was grateful to him in a way; he was the one who taught me chess in the first place, and because of that I never commented on his repeating performances.
If I remember correctly, my mother had a betting pool with Clovis's own – if he managed to take even one of my pieces, my mother would step down from the position of knight of two and divorce my father. I remember the pleasant swell in my chest at seeing how much faith my mother had in me, even if I knew she had every reason to. Even then, I was a chess master, beating all my siblings, save for Schneizel.
Schneizel I felt myself sneer at the mention of my elder sibling. It was always him, the prodigy, the chess master, even the future Emperor. It seemed that my counterpart took notice of my discomfort and regarded me. "What's on your mind?"
"Nothing." I quickly answered, not particularly comfortable with the subject, "Just reminiscing of the past, that's all." It was true at least.
The radio silence was soon broken by static and a panicked voice of one of the terrorists. "This is B1! The enemy has received reinforcements and it's tearing us apart!"
I frowned. That wasn't good, not at all. Was I wrong in thinking Clovis had no way of receiving reinforcements, had I underestimated him? "How many?" I asked the terrorist, already calculating escape routes and possible ambushes. If the enemy had more than 30 troops then I'd have to use… "Only one! It's some kind of a new generation frame! It's much faster and more agile than a Sutherland, possibly even a Gloucester!" I gritted my teeth in frustration. How unfortunate, it seems I really did underestimate Clovis, not counting on him having any aces up his sleeve. If it was a seventh generation, an average pilot could not pilot the machine properly, which meant it had a skilled pilot as well.
The terrorists, save for the one in the Glasgow could barely defeat a Sutherland, against that machine they stood no chance. I had to devise a plan so simple, that even the terrorists could follow it, and be effective too. I could sacrifice a few of them to find out its weak points, "Where would a seventh generation knightmare be vulnerable?" I mumbled in thought.
"Its land spinners." The greenette suddenly answered helpfully and I jerked my head in her direction. "I overheard some of the scientist talking about it a while back." She shrugged and added as a way of explanation and I grinned.
Now that I knew its weakness, I could defeat it with relative ease. I grabbed the radio, yet again confident in my own abilities. "Q1, regroup with P4, P1 and B2. B2 will act as decoy and keep the enemy occupied while the rest of you shoot at its land spinners. P2 and P3 will provide backup if something goes sour. Am I clear?"
I had hope in Q1, unlike the rest, she clearly had talent and experience, while the rest relied mostly on luck. I sighed. All I could do now was have faith in them and wait. Hopefully, my plan will work and the enemy would be taken care of. "This is Q1. The knightmare is down, I repeat, we did it!" she reported with joy and even I smiled. "Very well done Q1. Proceed to the point D24 and continue defending civilians. Leave the rest to me." I replied calmly, keeping my voice at a level. There was still a lot to be done, a battle won doesn't mean the war would go smoothly.
"Wait, at least give us your nam-" ,she began, but I shut off the radio before she could finish. Now having a clear pattern, I turned my battle machine to the Mobile Command Centre and regrouped with Clovis's remaining troops. I imagine he was sweating bullets by now, and as much as I enjoyed our little game, I'm afraid every game has an end, and I was just tired of his desperate moves.
"Going after Clovis now, are we?"
I nodded in confirmation. "Indeed, it's time to end him and his little massacre." I parked in front of the center.
"Let's waste no more time then."
I did not even bother to mask my no doubt horrid appearance, I did not feel the need to do it, as anyone I would allow to see me would be long dead before they could alert their comrades. Dead, and probably without a liter of blood in them, as the red substance was beyond addictive, corrupting the fool so foolish to let it become its god.
Dripping in blood and gore, I made my way to the entrance with the mysterious woman in tow. I saw a lone soldier guarding it, and wanted to laugh at my brother's stupidity. Which amateur leaves only one soldier guarding something very important? Clovis had clearly missed whatever military basics classes. By the minute, my respect for Clovis lessened.
There stood a lone pray, just waiting for me to sink my fangs into his neck, to feast on him and leave his bloodless corpse to rot on the cold ground. He was simply begging me to take his worthless life and end his pathetic little existence.
"He looks delicious doesn't he?" I felt the woman's cool breath on the skin of my ear, and shuddered at the close proximity. "Just standing there, beckoning you, however, why should you quench your thirst with a simple commoner, a soldier who had no means of defending himself? A prey who tries to fight their way through is all the sweeter, as I'm sure you'll find soon enough. After all, a royal feast awaits you, does it not?"
I had to agree; simply taking his life would not bring me any pleasure. He was but a vermin when compared to me, a weakling that stood no chance, and I had no means to play with. Nodding, I addressed my maker, "Indeed, he is not worth feasting upon. I suppose I'll have to settle to just taking control of his mind, he could be useful if anyone were to try and enter."
My maker smiled at my answer. "It is one way of dealing with him, one I approve of. Why don't you do it and we end this once for all?"
Oh yes, I certainly was growing tired of this little game, and I did promise Nunnally I'd be back before lunch. To that end, I forced a fearful expression on my face, and slowly approached the guard. He tensed at seeing me and immediately barked, "What are you doing here? This is prince Clovis's transport!"
I raised my hands in the air and responded with a tone that would put even the poor captain I killed to shame. "Are you britannian, sir?"
The idiot scoffed, "Of course I am! Now answer my question!"
I shook my head. "With all due respect, I cannot answer you until I see that you're really britannian."
"Fine." The soldier snapped and removed his helmet, exposing his eyes. "Let us through and don't let anyone else come in." I ordered, and the man quickly saluted and moved over. "By your command." He bowed.
As expected it was beyond luxurious, there was even a red carpet leading into a room I suspected Clovis was in. I shook my head. Instead of placing guards, he placed a carpet, no doubt to show how comfortable the life of a royal was. I was thankful for that in a sense, at least now I could make a quiet entrance and disable all the people inside save for Clovis himself. I did not need more eyewitnesses, but yet again, who would believe them? A teenage boy just came into the command center and killed the guards before they could fire at him. That sounded like something from a superhero movie. Cheesy, but the kids loved it. "Should you kill the men inside? Why not use them and their resources in your favor?" the woman advised yet again.
That was certainly better than killing them, not to mention cleaner. Not the one to waste much time on daydreaming, I knocked on the door, just to make all of the present aware of my presence. Not even waiting for an answer, I opened the door in a flash, and I heard Clovis gasp at my gory form. I could not help the gleeful smile that escaped me. If he was terrified now, he had no idea what I had in store for him.
Knowing all the eyes were on me, save for Clovis who hid his face in his hands, sparing me the trouble. "All of you, get out and act as if you did not see me, and continue your normal behavior until I contact you. When I contact you, you will make sure no one could hear you and only then you will answer me." I spoke clearly, making sure every order would be heard and followed to the letter. I flinched at the pain that followed the action. It was not much, but still made me aware of my power's limitation. The generals bowed, one by one, and marched out of the room, as per my orders, leaving only me, Clovis, and the strange woman alone in the room.
"Your highness," I spoke in a velvety tone, as if I were a simple servant, here to heed his every command and live to please. Kind of like my power, really. "Why don't you stop this little massacre of yours at once?"
I saw uncertainty in his eyes, and I noticed he was almost to refuse, but as his gaze settled on my companion, all the uncertainty was replaced by horror and his body began to shake. So, apparently, he knew what she really was, and experimented on her. "Of course." He agreed, a bit too quickly and reached out for the microphone.
I could not resist the urge to clap. His speech was beyond excellent, and even gave off an expression of a spoiled child who got tired of playing with a toy, and broke it in the process, only to blame it for breaking instead of himself. I guess it's in the blood of the royal family.
I was thankful for the dimmed lights in the room, at least he could not recognize me, making my revelation even more dramatic. "I see that you've already taken notice of my contractor." offered off handily, "I suppose it would be rather rude of me not to introduce myself to you, your majesty." I walked out of the dark, placing myself in front of him, and gave him a mocking bow. There was a sharp intake of breath at my brother's end, and he managed a strangled gasp. "Le-Lelouch?"
No matter how much I tried, I could not resist the small smirk that appeared on my face at Clovis's reaction. Even through all the dried blood on my face, he somehow succeeded in recognizing what he thought to be his younger brother, Lelouch vi Britannia. However, he was dead wrong. His little brother died the moment his own royal guard pierced his body, and the vampire gave him a life anew. Old me would probably be merciful to Clovis, but the last bits of empathy, and I dare say, love for him disappeared a long time ago. He was nothing short of an obstacle in my path for revenge. "Lelouch vi Britannia, the eleventh prince and seventeenth in the line for the throne, at your service." I spoke, enjoying the surprise and confusion, even a little bit of fear too, if I weren't mistaken, in my brother's eyes.
"You don't know how overjoyed I am to see you, I'll contact Schnie-" he stuttered, but I raised a hand. If he thought he could just ship my sister and myself back to the homeland, so we could become bargaining chips once again, he was wrong. I could never let something like that happen to Nunnally.
"You needn't, as you wouldn't be getting out of this alive. You killed thousands, Clovis, and for what?" I did not try to keep the disgust out of my voice. He didn't deserve any of it.
His eyes widened in shock and he pointed at my mysterious green haired companion. "It's because of her, isn't it? Don't trust her, Lelouch, she is a wicked woman, she sees you as food, and won't hesitate to throw you away!" he revealed, and to my shock, the woman actually smiled.
"It is indeed true that I am wicked and that I would use him as a food source, but what's the use of drinking the blood of one of my own kind?" She answered, confirming all of Clovis's accusations, without a hint of irritation betraying how she actually felt.
At hearing her answer, Clovis looked at me yet again, this time with horror filled eyes. " You're one of them now? Why, Lelouch?" he demanded desperately of me.
I nodded and gestured at my bloodstained clothes, full of bullet holes. I stopped counting them after 16. "It was a choice I've been forced to make, brother, but not the one I regret. Had it not been for your own royal guard declaring me a terrorist to be shot at sight, I wouldn't be in front of you."
"I-I'll have them punished right away!" he stuttered, and I could simply smell his fear. It was amusing even. I shook my head at his attempt to stay alive. "No need, they're already dead. However, don't you worry, you'll be joining them soon." I replied
His breathing quickened and he was already sweating bullets, even as nothing but my words ever got to him. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know!" he offered, and that was what I've been waiting for all along, an opportunity in which he would be too scared to lie to me.
"Who killed my mother?" there it was at last, the question I've been dying to ask ever since arriving.
"I don't know!" he answered, and I frowned. Maybe I'll have to use the power again, but first, I'll see what he had to tell me without it. "Cornelia and Schniezel might know!" Clovis added. Another dead end?
Without any more patience left, I activated the power and inquired again. "Tell me all you know about my mother's murder!" Red rings appeared around his eyes, and his whole body relaxed. "I told you everything I know." He replied simply, and I growled in frustration. Now I'll have to find both Cornelia and Schneizel. I could only hope one of them would become the new viceroy so I could find some useful information at last. Suddenly, I did not feel hungry at all. This useless bag of meat's blood is not worth it.
"Are you going to kill him? He is your blood after all." I heard the woman question, and I answered without so much of a thought.
"What other choice do I have? If I want to bait either of those two, I'll have to get rid of him."
She nodded in understanding and an idea suddenly flashed into my mind. "You can have him all for yourself, after all, I imagine you would want to give him some payback." I offered, and watched as surprise appeared in those yellow orbs for the tiniest bits of a second before being replaced by an expression of malice. "Yes, I will make sure to enjoy him thoughtfully and pay for everything."
I turned around and headed for the exit, ignoring the screams of pain my brother so loudly emitted.
Chapter I: End
Hello again, everyone! How have you been? Merry Chrismas to the Catolics! I don't own anything, so I'd like it if no one sues me.
And yes, it seems like I have a thing or two for cliches. *sigh* First a time-travel story, and now a vampire one?
I'd like to apologise for Lelouch the Reborn, but I'm afraid I won't update it anymore, as it's becoming a common idea, and everybody's copying each other, so no need for me to join in. I'll focus on this story more, as I already have the second chapter done as well. So, I'll update more frequently, or die trying!
This is my first try at writing someone in first person, so I realise the characters may be a bit OOC.
I'd like to apologize for the grammar as well, since it is not my mother tongue. I'll replace it with the betaed version once I got it.