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This is not for the faint of heart! This may very well traumatize you for the rest of your life! But, it's funny; at least I think it's funny.
I got the idea for this from reading all the romantic fics on the site, and this is what kept popping into my head. This fic is a "cross-over" (and I do use the term loosely) of LoK and The Rocky Horror Picture Show, a musical written by a Brit going through some sexuality confusion.
(I don't own, don't own, don't own anything in this fic!)
I'm going to try my best to keep a good story format going, but I may need to switch to script format.
And there will be sexual content! But it will also be funny; at least I think it is. A bit of an introduction so the story would make some sort of sense, but not much. I'm also gonna cut some parts from RHPS, but maybe not the ones you want me to cut! ;)
I will change the words in the songs and the situations of the characters as needed, so don't flame me about it; I'll just ignore you.
Whew! Now that's over with, great to be back!
The Rocky Horror Vampire Show
Chapter i: The Stronghold in the Rain
Nightfall has always been frightening in Nosgoth, no matter what the time period, and in Tamogrant Forest, it was even more so. Everyone knew of the vampire lord that had taken residence somewhere in the depths of this wretched place, and the horrible tales of his gruesome decadence within his secret mansion. Despite the water and the ongoing rainstorm, no mortal is safe in the domain of Vorador.
A shapely figure and her wispy white dress cut through the darkness of the forest. The woman nimbly stepped from rock to rock, avoiding the deep and encumbering mire. Despite the thunderstorm, the woman navigated herself quite well. As she progressed, her wide blue eyes darted from shadow to shadow, unsure of what lurked in the darkness ahead, for she knew the of the dangers this place held.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a moving shade. Quickly wheeling her upper body towards what she had seen, she called out, hoping the loss of surprise would deter her possible attacker. Instead, the shadow stepped forth.
It looked masculine, but it was too dark for the woman to be sure. But what she was sure is the obvious demonic qualities of her quarry. Spindly arms ended in wicked claws as something abhorrent hung from its back, and it altogether was cadaverous in form. It was taller than her, and ghastly glowing eyes stared back into her fearful ones. Lightning filled the stormy skies, like tiny cracks in the shroud of night, and lit the forest for a brief moment.
The woman saw a tattered throe across its face with a familiar symbol, and felt relieved.
"Raziel! You should not skulk as such; you nearly frightened me to death!" she angrily huffed as she brushed soaked golden locks out of her beautiful face.
The wraith hopped across the mire and landed onto an outcropping near the woman in white. "Perhaps you should not be so skittish," Raziel retorted. "After all, I had agreed to protect you for the while, and unlike Kain, you can trust me to do as I say, Ariel." The woman turned forwards still agitated, and they began their journey out of the swamp.
The wraith chuckled to himself. It amazed him that despite how much she hated Kain, he and the living former Balance Guardian were very much alike; both were notoriously stubborn, neither of them liked to feel vulnerable, and both seemed to have an unearthly knowledge of Nosgoth. As he followed close behind Ariel, he could not help but stare at her. She was so different from all her surroundings, so pure and phantasmal as she carefully strode, her wispy dress catching the slight breeze through the storm. He still did not understand how she managed to find him, or even knew of his presence, when he acidentally found himself in the time period years before the corruption of the Pillars, and years before Ariel assumed her role as Balance Guardian. She demanded to accompany him to the time period to which he first was transported by Kain, and how could he refuse?
Ariel spoke, snapping the wraith out of his thoughts. "We need to find shelter soon, or I really will find my death." She stopped and turned towards Raziel, an idea showing in her expression. "Did we not past a stronghold not far from here? We could ask for refuge from this awful rain there."
The wraith winced at this, yet it was not as if they had much of a choice.
The two slowly navigated the path towards the Stronghold, while the storm intensified. Lightning struck often now, and it was fast becoming a tempest. And as they trekked through the night, Ariel began to sing.
In the velvet darkness Of the blackest night,
Burning bright,
There's a guiding star.
No matter what or who you are.
As she finished her last phrase, from over the cliff overlooking a small lake, the well-lit stronghold pierced the night sky. Raziel joined her.
There's a light Over at the Sarafan place;
There's a light Burning in the fireplace.
There's a light, light,
In the darkness of everybody's night.
Unseen to the wraith and former Guadian, a man peered out of a great window within a tower in the Stronghold, taking note of their arrival. Lost in thoughts of his great plan, the plan that would set prophecy into motion and save Nosgoth, he absently stroked his jet goatee.
Darkness must go down the river of night's dreaming Flow morphia slow, let the sun and light come streaming into my life Into my life...
Ariel and Raziel proceeded to the main gates.
There's a light Over at the Sarafan place;
There's a light Burning in the fireplace.
There's a light, light,
In the darkness of everybody's night.
The wraith heavily knocked upon the great oak double doors. The two heard the jingle of chains and the clank of latches from behind the entrance. Finally, the door opened, and a man dressed in maroon robes and a peculiar breastplate reminescent of a ribcage greeted them with uncompromising, pupiless eyes.
"Hello," the man greeted unemotionally.
Raziel recognised his attire as that of the Death Guardian. "Well met! I am Raziel and this is my friend Ariel," he continued, ushering the woman forward into the man's view. "I wonder if you could help us. You see, she needs shelter and we were hoping you have a spare room or two."
The Death Guardian stared blankly back at them. "You're wet."
"Yes," Ariel incrediously stated. "It's raining."
"Oh." The maroon robed man turned, his matching cape florishing behind him. "Perhaps you both better come inside." The Death Guardian smirked as they followed him.
Dun dun dunnnnn! What will happen? Well, when I post another chappy, you'll know, now wouldn't ya?
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