Gentle Unruhe
Written By: GIA
Email: gia_b86@hotmail.com
Summary: Somewhat alternate universe, of sorts. Matt is a vampire, and Mimi hopes to make him her next victim... only not the way you think. R&R.
Author Notes and Dedications: This story came about after having many long discussions about vampire posses and vampires in general with my best friend Maggie. Not to mention impromptu ideas about a vampire attacking me while I was reading "Pandora" by Anne Rice. So I dedicate this story to Maggie, and to Gatomon_1 who read it and asked when I was going to finish it... yeah I know it sounds corny, but you weren't there!
*Prologue*
A book lay strewn across the young girls chest, the gleam of the unthreatening paperback shining in the light of the crescent moon. The child's eyes were closed and rapid eye movement was visible.
My hand was cold to the touch as my knuckles grazed her cheekbones eliciting a sigh from her. I picked up the book, and the bookmark that wasn't far, and saved the place where she had last left off. Though it would prove pointless because of what was next to come.
The child rolled over onto her side, almost as though the weight of the book restrained her movements. Her golden red tendrils fell across her shoulder leaving a large amount of flesh exposed at her neck.
My knuckles descended from her cheeks to the pulse at her neck. Though calm in its unrest, my mouth still twitched at what was to come.
I knelt next to the infantile bed, trying hard not to jostle her childlike features with my movements I took in a breath of her freshly washed hair, strawberry-banana combination filling my nostrils, as I lifted my hand from her neck.
"Forgive me father," I recited, barely above an audible whisper, "For I have sinned."
With the final words spoken my hand clamped over the girls mouth, preventing any loud protests, and my fangs sank into her now flushed skin. A victory soon to be forgotten.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Her lips twitched gracefully, as a smile formed on her lush lips. The sins of an angel recently committed.
How could she be called virtuous, when she had kissed so many different guys, she rivaled the male skater of the "Golden Pair" from her favorite show Ranma 1/2?
Her recent victim had but a small, angelic smile plastered atop his Cupid's bow lips.
She wiped the last remnants of her pink lipstick from his lips, and dropped her head to cover her ocean blue eyes. Her pink hair, accented by small silver studs, fell across her shoulders.
Eean brought his fingers to lift her chin, forcing her to face him.
"Mimi, really, it's a bit late for shyness." He told her with a contagious smile.
"Is it?" She countered. He sobered a bit, his smile fading slowly. He dropped his hand and it went soundlessly to his side.
"Got plans for Saturday?" Eean asked, seemingly already aware of the answer.
"Yeah." She replied routinely. Eean nodded in defeat.
"Well M," he said, using her common nick name, "its been fun."
"Yeah... fun."
"I'll see you around." He smiled. She returned it heartedly.
"Count on it." He chuckled knowing the words were as fake as a three-dollar bill. The two shook hands, ending a doomed relationship, and went their separate ways, leaving the library parking lot in their wake.
Little did Mimi know the next few minutes would decide her life's path.
Written By: GIA
Email: gia_b86@hotmail.com
Summary: Somewhat alternate universe, of sorts. Matt is a vampire, and Mimi hopes to make him her next victim... only not the way you think. R&R.
Author Notes and Dedications: This story came about after having many long discussions about vampire posses and vampires in general with my best friend Maggie. Not to mention impromptu ideas about a vampire attacking me while I was reading "Pandora" by Anne Rice. So I dedicate this story to Maggie, and to Gatomon_1 who read it and asked when I was going to finish it... yeah I know it sounds corny, but you weren't there!
*Prologue*
A book lay strewn across the young girls chest, the gleam of the unthreatening paperback shining in the light of the crescent moon. The child's eyes were closed and rapid eye movement was visible.
My hand was cold to the touch as my knuckles grazed her cheekbones eliciting a sigh from her. I picked up the book, and the bookmark that wasn't far, and saved the place where she had last left off. Though it would prove pointless because of what was next to come.
The child rolled over onto her side, almost as though the weight of the book restrained her movements. Her golden red tendrils fell across her shoulder leaving a large amount of flesh exposed at her neck.
My knuckles descended from her cheeks to the pulse at her neck. Though calm in its unrest, my mouth still twitched at what was to come.
I knelt next to the infantile bed, trying hard not to jostle her childlike features with my movements I took in a breath of her freshly washed hair, strawberry-banana combination filling my nostrils, as I lifted my hand from her neck.
"Forgive me father," I recited, barely above an audible whisper, "For I have sinned."
With the final words spoken my hand clamped over the girls mouth, preventing any loud protests, and my fangs sank into her now flushed skin. A victory soon to be forgotten.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Her lips twitched gracefully, as a smile formed on her lush lips. The sins of an angel recently committed.
How could she be called virtuous, when she had kissed so many different guys, she rivaled the male skater of the "Golden Pair" from her favorite show Ranma 1/2?
Her recent victim had but a small, angelic smile plastered atop his Cupid's bow lips.
She wiped the last remnants of her pink lipstick from his lips, and dropped her head to cover her ocean blue eyes. Her pink hair, accented by small silver studs, fell across her shoulders.
Eean brought his fingers to lift her chin, forcing her to face him.
"Mimi, really, it's a bit late for shyness." He told her with a contagious smile.
"Is it?" She countered. He sobered a bit, his smile fading slowly. He dropped his hand and it went soundlessly to his side.
"Got plans for Saturday?" Eean asked, seemingly already aware of the answer.
"Yeah." She replied routinely. Eean nodded in defeat.
"Well M," he said, using her common nick name, "its been fun."
"Yeah... fun."
"I'll see you around." He smiled. She returned it heartedly.
"Count on it." He chuckled knowing the words were as fake as a three-dollar bill. The two shook hands, ending a doomed relationship, and went their separate ways, leaving the library parking lot in their wake.
Little did Mimi know the next few minutes would decide her life's path.