Vampire Stories
A KKMaou fanfic by Jetede
Disclaimer: Of course I don't own KKMaou and its characters, silly. Whatever did you have for breakfast to think that I own them? The only thing I got from writing this fanfic is pure pleasure, and hopefully, a lot of reviews.
Rating warning: It's T, I know... but it's a vampire story... surely you don't expect a vampire story without some romance action, do you? -hehe- So... the rating may change in the future, depending on how many people actually want them. Consider yourself warned.
Last chapter: Wolfram accidentaly found out Yuuri's real identity, was practically thrown across the room, literally, by Murata, AND 'threatened' to keep his mouth shut, or he knew that there will be hell to pay.
Thank you for your reviews!
shining-tears: Thanks :) I'm glad you're liking the story. People like you who tell me they can't wait for the update, always encourage me to write faster, LOL.
Rokutagrl: Yeap, I'm writing these 2 stories together, since I really wanna write Yuuri as Demon King in the present world, but I also want to see him as a vampire... However, I realize that combining the two elements together will be pushing it too much (LOL). Hopefully I can concentrate on writing 2 different stories side by side without blending them too much.
contravene431 & Cherry & Amine: Glad you're liking it. Somehow I haven't found a vampire KKMaou anywhere else yet, hehe... which is why I wrote this. Hope you're gonna like this new chapter too.
CluelessIdiot: thanks! I doubt my idea is THAT original, though... since considering all the masters of the past have already stolen all the original ideas for writing and art by creating their masterpieces (which are either in museums or grand libraries around the world)... Hehe. But one can't hope to try, right?
Lily Evans Potter: Well, here's the new chapter for you :D
Hikari the Keyblade of Hope: In the anime, Geika is Murata's title. It means 'Your Highness' -- while Yuuri's title is Heika which means 'Your Majesty' (king). Yozak always calls Yuuri 'bocchan' and Murata 'Geika' in the anime, if you pay attention.
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Chapter 2: The Prophecy
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"Wolfram-kun, are you okay?" asked Conrad when he saw Wolfram entered the gym with his brows furrowed and his face downcast. Wolfram shot his head up in surprise while one of his hands was still across his shoulder. He was so deep in thought that he didn't notice he was already back at the gymnasium.
"Ah, yes, I'm fine, sensei," Wolfram lied. "I was just at the infirmary to give back Shibuya his necklace and medicine box that he accidentally dropped on the field earlier."
Conrad's eyes narrowed. "Then, what's wrong with your shoulders and legs?"
"Ah, I fell down earlier. You don't have to worry, though. Gisela-sensei had already done some check ups. I'll be fine in a bit."
"Why don't you clean up and take a shower first? I don't think you're in any condition to continue with the exercises. Besides, this class period is almost over." Conrad said while he put his hands on Wolfram's shoulders. "And make sure to be more careful from now on."
"I will, sensei. Thank you." Weller-sensei watched with his brows slightly furrowed as Wolfram limped towards the showers. Once the boy is out of sight, he turned his attention back to the rest of the class who were doing some cooling down exercises in the gym. Half of Conrad's mind however, was on his two students.
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Wolfram was distracted for the rest of the day. He couldn't concentrate on his experiments during Chemistry and almost blew up the lab. Khrennikov-sensei had to scold him for not paying attention to the chemical mixing process.
"You know, Bielefeld-kun, if I didn't know you any better, I'd say you're trying to compete with me," Annisinna Khrennikov said after class that afternoon.
"What do you mean, sensei?"
"There can only be one person allowed to blow up labs in this school, silly," the red-haired teacher replied jokingly. "There's something bothering you today, isn't there?" Wolfram nodded before Annisinna continued, "Well, I'm not going to ask you what it is. Just try your best to solve the problem before the next class, okay? We can't afford to cause even more damage to the school."
Wolfram offered his smile towards the science teacher before he walked out of the laboratory. Annisinna watched her best student's back in worry. She had known Wolfram for a year, and nothing had ever caused him to act so distracted like that before. Whatever the problem was, Annisinna knew it wasn't something small. Knowing the fact that her top student lived alone worried her even more.
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Wolfram Bielefeld had been living on his own, since his parents' death, at the beginning of high school last year. He lived in a studio apartment about fifteen minutes walk from the school, under his parents' inheritance. He went to St. Matthew International on a full scholarship given by the school board. The head of the school had been close with Wolfram's late mother, Cecilie Spitzberg-Bielefeld, when she was still alive.
Wolfram walked back to his apartment after school that afternoon as usual. His mind kept replaying the incidents even as he walked. He had a feeling like he was being watched, however dismissed the thought away.
I must be getting paranoid because of what happened in school earlier. Wolfram unlocked the door to his apartment and stepped inside. Vampires, huh? Shibuya really doesn't look like one. Whoever thought a wimp like him could actually be a vampire? Wolfram closed the door and locked it before he took off his shoes and put them on the shoe rack to his left, by the door. …and that straight-A student, Murata… I've always thought him to be merely a school geek. What the hell was that power he used on me earlier? His eye color changed and the next thing I knew, I was already slammed into the wall. Is Murata also a vampire? Wolfram placed the school backpack he had been carrying on the dining table to his right before heading towards the kitchen to prepare his dinner. He had learned how to cook for himself ever since his parents' deaths.
The modern western-style studio apartment was quite spacious for one person to live in. The 5 x 7 meter rectangular room was divided into open spaces of living, kitchen, sleeping areas, and one bathroom. The small rectangular bar-style dining table was placed between the foyer and the kitchen. Right across from the entrance, after passing through the living area and Wolfram's study table, there's a double sliding doors leading towards the balcony. To the right of Wolfram's study area was his single bed while the bathroom was placed in between the kitchen and sleeping area.
After he finished cooking, Wolfram decided took a bath to let the food cool down for a bit. It was a bit after six in the evening by the time he finished his bath. Wolfram opened his bathroom door leading towards the kitchen and dining area to see a red-haired Caucasian man with blue eyes, sitting on the dining chair. On the table in front of the man was a bowl of curry that Wolfram cooked earlier.
Surprised, Wolfram stopped on his step and stood by the door. "What the… who the hell are you?"
"Yo, kid! Your curry is great. Wherever did you learn how to cook like this?" Yozak answered lightly.
"You haven't answered my question. Who are you and how the hell did you get into my apartment?" Wolfram was confused. He was sure that he had locked the door the moment he stepped into his apartment.
"The name's Yozak," he winked, "and I'm here on an errand from Murata Ken." Wolfram's eyes widened at the mention of Murata's name. He had suspected that something like this would happen sooner or later, but still, he was surprised that it had to be that soon. "Take a seat, boy. Eat with me. I'm not here to kill you or anything. I don't think the bocchan is going to be happy about it if I did." Wolfram took the chair across from Yozak, his towel hung on his neck while his hair was still damp from the bath. Yozak handed him a bowl of rice and made a motion towards Wolfram to share the curry with him, as if the place belonged to the red-haired man. Wolfram took a pair of chopsticks and started eating.
When Wolfram didn't make a sign that he was going to say anything, Yozak started talking again, "You don't have to worry about your life for now – not yet, at least." He grinned. "I'm sure you have a general idea as to why I'm here."
"Murata wanted you to keep an eye on me," stated Wolfram simply.
"Ping Pong! You're smart, kid. I like that," replied Yozak as he ate. "Of course, I'm also here to pick you up. You've been, say, invited, by my master."
"And what would happen if I refused this… invitation?" Wolfram asked sarcastically.
Yozak grinned again at his question. "Then I'll take back my comment about you being smart," he said. Wolfram glared at Yozak. "But it seems that there's no need for me to do that. So why don't you finish your dinner and we'll go downstairs to the lobby together, where a car will be waiting for us."
"Are you also one of them, Yozak?" Wolfram asked.
"Not exactly. I'm what they call a Half-blood – there aren't a lot of us, though. I was born to a vampire father and human mother. Both of them died a long time ago. My masters took me in and had cared for me ever since."
"Masters?"
"I work right under Murata; however the bocchan is my real boss." Wolfram frowned. He realized that Yozak must've been talking about Yuuri. "Don't worry… you'll understand what I'm talking about soon enough."
"Are all vampires able to walk in the sun like you guys do?"
"Not full-blooded vampires," answered Yozak.
"Then, Shibuya and Murata are Half-bloods as well?"
"No, those two are special. Like I've said before, you'll find out later."
"Why are you telling me all of this?" Wolfram asked.
"Well, kiddo, from where I'm looking at, you're already involved with us the moment you came into the infirmary this afternoon. I'll say, you're in deep shit right now." Yozak laughed. "One way or the other, you're going to find out about all these soon. Might as get you well-prepared before the storm, ne?" he winked again.
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Wolfram and Yozak headed downstairs after they put the dishes away. True as Yozak said, there was someone waiting for the two of them at the lobby. It was already dark outside. Wolfram shivered at the thought of vampires with supernatural powers like Murata freely roaming the streets after the sun sets. He had always thought vampires merely exist in stories, not in real life. How they had managed to stay hidden all this time, he didn't know; but one thing for sure, he was going to find out soon.
I wonder if Shibuya is okay now... Wait, what was I thinking? I'm supposed to be worrying over my own well-being. Why am I worried about that little wimp? Wolfram furrowed his brows. But then again, he seemed different than Murata… and then there's Gisela-sensei. She was human, wasn't she? Shibuya drank from her, so she must've been human. I wonder how many people actually know about the existence of vampires. Ahh, damn it! Yozak was right. I'm in deep shit right now. I shouldn't have gone to the infirmary to return the items to the wimp. For all I know, I may not be alive tomorrow. Wolfram sighed dejectedly as he looked out the windows.
Wolfram noticed they were being taken towards the outer suburbs of the city. It took them more than half an hour to reach their destination. The mansion they were taken to was in a quiet, dark neighborhood. The streets were devoid of life with only a few street lights every several meters or so. The mansion's main gate opened inwardly the moment the car drove up to them. Wolfram noticed there were two security cameras on either side of the gate. As they drove inside, the black gates slammed shut with a clunk. The surroundings became silent again except for the sound of the car engine and leaves rustling on the trees.
After what seemed like an eternity, they finally arrived at the front doors of the mansion. The driveway right outside the doors was covered with an arched canopy supported by two tall roman pillars; there were more security cameras around the entryway. The main double doors of the building were made out of some kind of expensive woods carved with floral decorations.
"I hope you're ready, kiddo," Yozak said to Wolfram as they stepped out of the car. Wolfram swallowed. Yozak pushed the doors open and motioned for Wolfram to step inside. The ceiling of the foyer was two stories high and the room was dimly lit. Right across from the entrance was a wide staircase that branched out to the sides, leading towards the second story. On the top of the stairs on each side was a balcony overlooking the foyer.
"What's a human doing here?" A voice suddenly said from the second floor. Wolfram looked up to his right. There, on the eastern balcony, stood a man with blue eyes and long dark hair pulled back to a ponytail. He wore a very stoic expression on his face, his brows furrowed in a frown while his eyes narrowed dangerously towards Wolfram. The man's mouth was pulled to a line, his two canine teeth peeking through the lips.
A vampire, Wolfram thought.
"Sir Von Voltaire," Yozak acknowledged the man. "Geika had asked for the boy's presence this evening. He's Murata-sama's classmate, you see." The man called Von Voltaire glared at Wolfram in distrust with his brows furrowed even deeper at the mention of Murata's name. Wolfram glared back at the man, trying to put up a brave front.
"Make sure you keep the others away from him, then," the man finally said. He left the balcony towards the eastern hallways right after.
"Of course," Yozak answered. "Now, shall we?" he said towards Wolfram.
They walked up the stairs heading towards the western side of the building before Wolfram finally asked, "What did that man mean by the others, Yozak?"
"Other vampires living in this mansion," stated the red-haired man simply. "You see, most of the young ones only view humans as prey. You're basically a sheep in a den full of wolves here. If they found out about you, there will be chaos." Wolfram gulped again. "However, I'm sure they've already noticed you by now, though. They can smell the blood flowing in your veins the moment you stepped inside the mansion. Speaking of which, here comes some of them." There were three vampires walking towards their direction from the other side of the hallway.
"A human," one of them hissed.
"What's a human boy doing here?"
"Why Yozak, how kind of you to bring us our dinner for tonight," the last one said as she closed her distance towards Wolfram and Yozak.
"Back off, if you still value your very existence, girls," Yozak threatened in a low voice. "Unless, of course – if you'd like to deal with the Sage afterwards – please, by all means, be my guest." The three vampires flinched visibly at the mention of Murata's title. They hissed at Yozak, their fangs clearly shown, before they finally left without another word.
They seem to be scared of Murata. Does he hold a high position in here or something? Yozak called him 'Sage' and 'Geika'. Wolfram frowned. Come to think of it, even that stoic man earlier dismissed me easily after Yozak mentioned his name.
Yozak and Wolfram passed through what looked like a huge library after they left the hallways. The walls of the room were lined up with books all the way up to the two storey high ceiling. More bookcases and tables were scattered in the middle of the room, also full of books. The vampires seated on the chairs turned their heads toward the doorway as Wolfram and Yozak stepped inside, however these ones didn't say anything except for narrowing their eyes dangerously at the sight of the human. They knew that a human escorted by Yozak to the library was off-limits, and to disobey meant they had to deal with the Sage. One particular vampire with a pair of glasses and long purplish-silver hair, Wolfram noticed, was glaring intently at him in curiosity.
Yozak knocked on the door to the right of the room. "Geika, I've brought the boy here."
"Come in," said a muffled voice from behind the door. Wolfram recognized it as Murata's. Yozak opened the door and motioned for Wolfram to go inside. The room was much smaller than the library, however also filled with books all around. The room that Wolfram had just entered was Murata's private office and study.
"Good luck, kiddo," Yozak said before closing the door.
"Ah, Bielefeld-san," Murata said from behind his desk, his glasses glinting dangerously. "Please, take a seat." Wolfram complied and sat down at the leather chair in front of the table. "I'm sure you're probably wondering why I called you here tonight." Wolfram stayed quiet. "I'm not going to kill you, if you're worried about that. After all, I've made a promise with Shibuya not to harm you in any way."
"Why isn't Shibuya here? Is he okay?" Wolfram asked. Murata raised his eyebrows slightly in amusement.
"You're not like the others." Murata stated simply as he smiled. "Other humans I've encountered before would've already been begging for their lives by now. Tell me, why do you care about what happens to Shibuya? Aren't you scared of him after this afternoon's incident?"
"I, I don't know," Wolfram stuttered. "The wimp's my classmate, so I guess that's why." Murata raised his eyebrows at Wolfram's answer but decided not to pursue further.
"Yozak must've told you about us."
"A little."
"Then do you want to know who Shibuya really is, and as to why we are able to walk in daylight?"
Wolfram hesitated before he finally nodded.
"Well, you've already known about the existence of us, vampires. Like in the books you've probably read before, vampires are generally allergic to sunlight, and therefore will turn to dust the moment their skin is exposed. Shibuya and I, however, as you can see, aren't normal vampires. We're a few of the oldest vampires still alive in the world. We're called the Ancient Blood. Other than Half-Bloods – which I'm sure Yozak has told you about – like Yozak himself, and Gisela – yes Gisela-sensei is also a Half-Blood," continued Murata when he noticed the surprised expression on Wolfram's face. "– the Ancient Blood are the only vampire race able to withstand sunlight – which explains why we could go to school during the day."
"Why do the two of you go to school, anyway? I mean, what's the point – aren't you guys like, too old for that already?" Other than the fact there's a lot of food source there, of course.
"Simple. Shibuya likes baseball," Murata answered. Wolfram blinked while Murata chuckled. "He may not look like it, Bielefeld-san, but Yuuri is, in fact, the Vampire King. He's our leader – the head of the vampire clan. Yuuri, however, doesn't like to kill humans for blood."
"But, won't vampires die if they don't drink blood?"
"Yes, which is the very reason why he fainted on the fields this afternoon. We had to force him to take Gisela's blood in the end." Murata continued. "Shibuya hates the very idea of harming a human, or anybody, for his own survival. He's too stubborn for his own good. Of course, as our leader, we can't afford for Shibuya to die. A Half-blood won't die or get turned into vampire when we feed off of them, so it's quite safe for him to drink from them."
"Where do I come in, in all of this?" asked Wolfram. "I'm sure you didn't bring me here just to tell me all the secrets about vampires and then send me home and leave me alone just like that."
"You're very smart, Bielefeld-san. I'm actually glad I decided to spare your life earlier." Murata smiled again. "No, I brought you here for a purpose, and that purpose involve Shibuya's very survival."
"What do you mean?" Wolfram frowned.
"Like I've said before, no matter what the sacrifice, I'm going to make sure Shibuya survives. His existence as the Vampire King is very needed to bring order and balance between our races. Without him as the leader, the vampires will run loose, and before you know it, humans will cease to exist." Murata explained.
"Which will eventually cause the downfall of vampires, as well."
"Exactly, Bielefeld-san. Without human blood, we can't survive either. If the young vampires aren't kept in check, they would kill and turn every single human they come in contact with."
"You still haven't explained as to where I fit in the picture."
"Patience, boy. I'm about to explain it to you," Murata said. "You see, there's a prophecy from thousands of years ago within the vampire history – one that prophesized the existence of a great and powerful, yet kind and compassionate, young Vampire King and his beautiful human companion. Together, they would bring balance to the two opposing races of the world. Compassionate and kind are rarely the words used to describe a vampire, Bielefeld-san. We are that of a race far from being either kind or are we far from compassionate. The moment Shibuya took the leadership; I knew that he was the one described in the prophecy."
Wolfram laughed nervously. "Surely you didn't think I'm the human mentioned in the prophecy, do you?"
"On the contrary, there's something else in the prophecy that you should know about," Murata explained. "The human companion mentioned in there is said to be a twin of an Ancient Blood vampire. In other word, they look very similar to each other." Murata stood up from his seat and walked towards a curtained wall across the room. "Let me show you something, Bielefeld-san."
The dark-haired vampire reached up to pull a braided rope next to the curtain on the wall. The red velvet curtain divided outwards in the middle the moment he pulled the rope. Behind the curtain was an old painted portrait. Wolfram gasped in surprise when he saw the portrait. There, on the painting, was a handsome young man in his twenties. The man had striking azure blue eyes with slightly wavy blond hair, that reached just below the nape of his neck. Except for the color of his eyes, the man's face was almost identical to Wolfram's, except the man was older. He could easily pass as either Wolfram's father or maybe older brother if not for the Shakespearean English-style clothing that adorned his body, which made him look ancient.
"This man is called Shinou. He's the oldest, most powerful vampire other than Shibuya, who still exist to this very day. He's both my and Shibuya's master," explained Murata. "As you could see for yourself, Bielefeld-san, you could easily pass as Shinou's twin had you been a little older." Murata paused to let Wolfram process the information before he continued, "You, Wolfram Bielefeld –I believe– are the human companion mentioned in the prophecy."
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February 7, 2007. Author's note:
There's chapter 2 for you guys! Was that considered a cliffie?? Saa... I wonder, ne? Wolfram is now officially involved with the vampire world! What will happen next?? Phew, this is the longest chapter I've ever written.
Oh, and I'm sure if you guys had actually bothered to check my LJ -- you would've found this chapter 2 days earlier. Yeah I decided to update my stories a few days earlier in there. You may also actually find some good stuff in my LJ within the next month or so. I'm kinda interested in doing some artwork to accompany my stories (depends on my mood and how much love the story is getting, of course!) Also, just a note for you guys, I can't promise to always update my stories this fast. I'll try my best though. One thing for sure, I always get encouraged to write, and actually write faster, after I read your reviews. HONEST!
Reviews please? I already have a general idea where I wanna take this story to, but some reviews and opinions about the plot, chara developments, and other details will be good. Hey, they can only improve my writing, you know -wink-. So... go hit that review button below this line, onegai desu! Arigatou!
Cheers--Jetede