Vampire (De Lebleau)
A.N. : I don't know if I want to make this a Romy or a Ryro. Yes, the title does suggest Lebleau, but that means nothing. NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!!! Okay, second part. If you don't review, I won't continue. I am notorious for not finishing my stories. That, dear friends, is because of YOU. YOU don't review, _I_ lose confidence in my writing skills. Simple. CAUSE and EFFECT. Are we clear? Listen, I don't wanna be mean. I love ya guys. Really I do. But it is imperative that you review. Okay, on with the story!
Remy Lebleau entered the tavern, escaping the brooding sky and frozen winds. Dead leaves blew in from the winds behind Remy, scattering across the thick uneven floor boards. Rain began to pour behind Remy as he stepped inside the low lighted bar. He heard lowered voices as he passed groups of burly men huddled in the back corners, feeling their gazes beneath he hoods of their cloaks.
Remy slid swiftly into an empty bar seat. He pulled the hood of his cloak back. The bar tender recoiled back a step when he turned around and saw Remy's red and black eyes. The bar tender winced, but a customer is a customer to him. He handed Remy a mug of mead as Remy began to shuffle his deck of cards and then dealt himself a hand. As he laid down the cards, tiny flames danced over the layout. Remy raised a bemused eyebrow and glanced at the "owner" of the dancing fire. Warmth and spices filled the air around Remy.
St. John Allderdyce sat to the right of Remy. He had an aloof grin on his face as he reclined easily in the chair. His bright red trench coat trailed out behind him.
"Well Mate, what are we playin' t'night?" He spoke quickly, his foreign accent heavy.
Remy grinned. "Remy be wondrin' when you'd show. What be keeping ya?"
John laughed. "Oi mate. When ya hear the sirens, then you'll know." He laughed again and attempted to get the bar tender's attention. "Hey Mate, you notice tha' guy in the corner starin' at ya?"
"Remy be noticin'."
"Is that 'im?"
"Maybe. Remy be thinking we should check it out." He said standing up.
"Oh blood e' ell' mate. You gonna get us killed." John said shaking his head. He followed Remy over to the back corner, flicking his lighter underneath his trench coat. He stepped to the right of Remy and waited, slightly edging from foot to foot.
Remy opened his mouth to interrogate the shaded man, holding his staff ready for attack, but the man in the corner spoke first. His voice was low and deep, an unrecognizable tone.
"My name is Eric, but for this conversation and the many to follow call me "Magneto". I suggest for your own indiscretions you come up withy our own alias. I do not care to know your actually names, they will only get you killed."
Remy thought for a while, glanced over at John who seemed to be in an even deeper state of thought, and then turned back to "Magneto". "Gambit then be de name of de swamp rat."
Magneto looked to John for an answer, but John was still in deep thought. He shook his head in dismay, but for the most part ignored John.
"Now, Gambit, I am the person who called you here. You needn't take offense to my interest in you. I was simply trying to see if you were one of the two men I sent for. Gambit, word of your name has traveled far for me to hear it, and I need your services. Have you heard of the Vampire of Felnarl?"
Gambit shook his head. "Non." Magneto smiled slightly.
"The Vampire of Felnarl has been known for over ten years. It lives in exile, either by choice or by banishment. My information tells me It lives in the castle of the late Lord Warren Worthington III. The Vampire supposedly killed him, taking over the manor. The castle was once beautiful and shining; a placed envied by the greatest and richest kings, but now is a dark, desolate place. Ivy and thorns embrace the walls, inside and out.
Like most vampires, It flies out at night to the nearest town or village and claims It's victims. No one knows It's name or It's face." Magneto said, smiling and reclining in his seat.
"Pyro!" John suddenly exclaimed. "Oi Mate! I've got it! I'll be known as Pyro!" Magneto nodded in acknowledgement.
"So you be wantin' Gambit to do a bit of slayin' eh?"
"No, no, Gambit. I want you to bring It to me." He said, his voice suddenly donning a tone of ice and malice.
"Now, run this by me once more Mate. You {want} to have a Vamp. near you?" Pyro exclaimed.
"My reasons, Pyro, are my own, and surely not of your concern." Magneto said.
Gambit looked at Pyro and nodded. "You've got yourself a deal Mate!" Magneto then stood up and extended his arm towards the coat rack. His cloak and top hat then shifted, floating towards him. His hand clasped over the two items and he drew his cloak over his back, top hat on his head. Magneto shook their hands, sealing the deal. As he began to move towards the doorway a group of men who had been raptly watching them, trying to over hear the conversation, walked over and encircled the three men. The Bar tender then stepped in front of the encirclement.
"Aight', we gave ya a chance. Now get yer' {Mutie} asses outta' here!" He yelled, his voice cracking in fear. Magneto then waved his arm towards the left of two men, moving them aside with his mutant powers. He then walked out peacefully. Gambit and Pyro stood back to back after exchanging eager grins. ________________________________________________________________________
Gambit and Pyro emerged from the inferno. They stood in the burning doorway for a moment, both unscathed and unharmed. Pieces of burning ceiling fell down around them, lighting columns on fire. The entire tavern was engulfed in flames. Burning embers floated up towards the abysmal night sky, fading into the deep blue. Both stood still, looking extremely satisfied, fire blazing around them. Slowly they stepped off of the porch of the tavern and placidly began walking down the middle of the street. The crowds that had gathered could hear them talking as the walked away.
"That'll teach em' not t' harass us "muties". Aye Mate?"
{Remy walked down a long stone corridor. He lifted his head up to the ceiling, but all he could see was black shadows. The floor was the purest white stone. Remy's footsteps eerily echoed further ahead of him and down the hallway. Chandeliers hung covered in cobwebs and dust above him, ready to fall at a moments notice. It seems as thought the candles lining the walls he walked by hadn't been lit for decades. Windows, huge glassless windows, sat high on the walls. Remy would tell they once had stained glass, as it shattered silently beneath his feet. The windows were massive and thick, and full grown man could lay down where the glass once was and still have head room. Faint streams of light sifted down through the empty windows and settled on the floor. A stately Raven then glided in and rested in the hollow of a window. Remy observed all of this as his footsteps ran ahead of him down the hall.
Remy then looked down the massive stone hall to where the windows stopped and darkness coveted the end of the hallway. Where darkness shaded the end of the hall Remy could see a tall dark metal throne. A human looking figure slumped limply in the chair, seemingly void of all life. Long hair fell in front of it's face, covering it's features.
Adrenalin began pumping quickly through his veins as he stepped closer, his echoing footsteps becoming louder with every step. He stopped three feet in front of the shadows that coveted the dark throne. Remy slowly extended his arm to touch the figure, to feel a cold dead body. He stopped his hand right before it penetrated the shadows.
The figure then lifted its head up slightly, it's hair falling away from it's eyes. Glowing emerald eyes suddenly opened and pierced the darkness, piercing Remy.}
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Remy awoke sharply. He glanced around the room, his red and black eyes still unadjusted and seeing complete black. Slowly his pupils dilated and he could see around his room at the Inn. He closed his eyes tightly as a vice gripped his heart and lungs. Remy allowed himself to fall back onto his bed. The cold night air tingled on his bare chest as he slowly began breathing again. The vice lifted and Remy relaxed. In the back ground he could hear John lightly snoring. Remy then glanced around for his bed sheet, his mind set on more slumber. Failing to find the sheets he must have kicked away, Remy simply lay still on his bed. His eyelids became weighted and he could feel his eyes begin to role back into his head. After his eyes closed, burning emerald eyes burned into his vision. His beautiful red and black eyes flew open as quickly as they could.
{"Non, no sleep for de Remy."} He thought heavily......
A.N. : I don't know if I want to make this a Romy or a Ryro. Yes, the title does suggest Lebleau, but that means nothing. NOTHING, YOU HEAR ME!!!!!!!! Okay, second part. If you don't review, I won't continue. I am notorious for not finishing my stories. That, dear friends, is because of YOU. YOU don't review, _I_ lose confidence in my writing skills. Simple. CAUSE and EFFECT. Are we clear? Listen, I don't wanna be mean. I love ya guys. Really I do. But it is imperative that you review. Okay, on with the story!
Remy Lebleau entered the tavern, escaping the brooding sky and frozen winds. Dead leaves blew in from the winds behind Remy, scattering across the thick uneven floor boards. Rain began to pour behind Remy as he stepped inside the low lighted bar. He heard lowered voices as he passed groups of burly men huddled in the back corners, feeling their gazes beneath he hoods of their cloaks.
Remy slid swiftly into an empty bar seat. He pulled the hood of his cloak back. The bar tender recoiled back a step when he turned around and saw Remy's red and black eyes. The bar tender winced, but a customer is a customer to him. He handed Remy a mug of mead as Remy began to shuffle his deck of cards and then dealt himself a hand. As he laid down the cards, tiny flames danced over the layout. Remy raised a bemused eyebrow and glanced at the "owner" of the dancing fire. Warmth and spices filled the air around Remy.
St. John Allderdyce sat to the right of Remy. He had an aloof grin on his face as he reclined easily in the chair. His bright red trench coat trailed out behind him.
"Well Mate, what are we playin' t'night?" He spoke quickly, his foreign accent heavy.
Remy grinned. "Remy be wondrin' when you'd show. What be keeping ya?"
John laughed. "Oi mate. When ya hear the sirens, then you'll know." He laughed again and attempted to get the bar tender's attention. "Hey Mate, you notice tha' guy in the corner starin' at ya?"
"Remy be noticin'."
"Is that 'im?"
"Maybe. Remy be thinking we should check it out." He said standing up.
"Oh blood e' ell' mate. You gonna get us killed." John said shaking his head. He followed Remy over to the back corner, flicking his lighter underneath his trench coat. He stepped to the right of Remy and waited, slightly edging from foot to foot.
Remy opened his mouth to interrogate the shaded man, holding his staff ready for attack, but the man in the corner spoke first. His voice was low and deep, an unrecognizable tone.
"My name is Eric, but for this conversation and the many to follow call me "Magneto". I suggest for your own indiscretions you come up withy our own alias. I do not care to know your actually names, they will only get you killed."
Remy thought for a while, glanced over at John who seemed to be in an even deeper state of thought, and then turned back to "Magneto". "Gambit then be de name of de swamp rat."
Magneto looked to John for an answer, but John was still in deep thought. He shook his head in dismay, but for the most part ignored John.
"Now, Gambit, I am the person who called you here. You needn't take offense to my interest in you. I was simply trying to see if you were one of the two men I sent for. Gambit, word of your name has traveled far for me to hear it, and I need your services. Have you heard of the Vampire of Felnarl?"
Gambit shook his head. "Non." Magneto smiled slightly.
"The Vampire of Felnarl has been known for over ten years. It lives in exile, either by choice or by banishment. My information tells me It lives in the castle of the late Lord Warren Worthington III. The Vampire supposedly killed him, taking over the manor. The castle was once beautiful and shining; a placed envied by the greatest and richest kings, but now is a dark, desolate place. Ivy and thorns embrace the walls, inside and out.
Like most vampires, It flies out at night to the nearest town or village and claims It's victims. No one knows It's name or It's face." Magneto said, smiling and reclining in his seat.
"Pyro!" John suddenly exclaimed. "Oi Mate! I've got it! I'll be known as Pyro!" Magneto nodded in acknowledgement.
"So you be wantin' Gambit to do a bit of slayin' eh?"
"No, no, Gambit. I want you to bring It to me." He said, his voice suddenly donning a tone of ice and malice.
"Now, run this by me once more Mate. You {want} to have a Vamp. near you?" Pyro exclaimed.
"My reasons, Pyro, are my own, and surely not of your concern." Magneto said.
Gambit looked at Pyro and nodded. "You've got yourself a deal Mate!" Magneto then stood up and extended his arm towards the coat rack. His cloak and top hat then shifted, floating towards him. His hand clasped over the two items and he drew his cloak over his back, top hat on his head. Magneto shook their hands, sealing the deal. As he began to move towards the doorway a group of men who had been raptly watching them, trying to over hear the conversation, walked over and encircled the three men. The Bar tender then stepped in front of the encirclement.
"Aight', we gave ya a chance. Now get yer' {Mutie} asses outta' here!" He yelled, his voice cracking in fear. Magneto then waved his arm towards the left of two men, moving them aside with his mutant powers. He then walked out peacefully. Gambit and Pyro stood back to back after exchanging eager grins. ________________________________________________________________________
Gambit and Pyro emerged from the inferno. They stood in the burning doorway for a moment, both unscathed and unharmed. Pieces of burning ceiling fell down around them, lighting columns on fire. The entire tavern was engulfed in flames. Burning embers floated up towards the abysmal night sky, fading into the deep blue. Both stood still, looking extremely satisfied, fire blazing around them. Slowly they stepped off of the porch of the tavern and placidly began walking down the middle of the street. The crowds that had gathered could hear them talking as the walked away.
"That'll teach em' not t' harass us "muties". Aye Mate?"
{Remy walked down a long stone corridor. He lifted his head up to the ceiling, but all he could see was black shadows. The floor was the purest white stone. Remy's footsteps eerily echoed further ahead of him and down the hallway. Chandeliers hung covered in cobwebs and dust above him, ready to fall at a moments notice. It seems as thought the candles lining the walls he walked by hadn't been lit for decades. Windows, huge glassless windows, sat high on the walls. Remy would tell they once had stained glass, as it shattered silently beneath his feet. The windows were massive and thick, and full grown man could lay down where the glass once was and still have head room. Faint streams of light sifted down through the empty windows and settled on the floor. A stately Raven then glided in and rested in the hollow of a window. Remy observed all of this as his footsteps ran ahead of him down the hall.
Remy then looked down the massive stone hall to where the windows stopped and darkness coveted the end of the hallway. Where darkness shaded the end of the hall Remy could see a tall dark metal throne. A human looking figure slumped limply in the chair, seemingly void of all life. Long hair fell in front of it's face, covering it's features.
Adrenalin began pumping quickly through his veins as he stepped closer, his echoing footsteps becoming louder with every step. He stopped three feet in front of the shadows that coveted the dark throne. Remy slowly extended his arm to touch the figure, to feel a cold dead body. He stopped his hand right before it penetrated the shadows.
The figure then lifted its head up slightly, it's hair falling away from it's eyes. Glowing emerald eyes suddenly opened and pierced the darkness, piercing Remy.}
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Remy awoke sharply. He glanced around the room, his red and black eyes still unadjusted and seeing complete black. Slowly his pupils dilated and he could see around his room at the Inn. He closed his eyes tightly as a vice gripped his heart and lungs. Remy allowed himself to fall back onto his bed. The cold night air tingled on his bare chest as he slowly began breathing again. The vice lifted and Remy relaxed. In the back ground he could hear John lightly snoring. Remy then glanced around for his bed sheet, his mind set on more slumber. Failing to find the sheets he must have kicked away, Remy simply lay still on his bed. His eyelids became weighted and he could feel his eyes begin to role back into his head. After his eyes closed, burning emerald eyes burned into his vision. His beautiful red and black eyes flew open as quickly as they could.
{"Non, no sleep for de Remy."} He thought heavily......