Hello everybody, re up chap 1 with some different thing
Up chap 2, I hope you will enjoy my story.
Thank you for your reviews.
Write in English is hard but it is a real trial and I like that.
I don't own code Geass, it's not mine.
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Chap. 2: the Birth of the Vampire.
"I saw him I told you. He had red eyes and black wings; he was making love with a green hair woman. What I did there? I was carrying a letter to the emperor. He had black wings I told you and the blood flowing from the neck of the young woman and these eyes; he looked at me when I wanted to got away from him. Blood red eyes looked at me to the depth of my soul. I ran away at full speed and there man, I rushed into the nearest tavern. I will never return to the palace, never. "
Latest Interview of Sergeant Oakley, gathered by an unknown people. He was found dead, drained of all his blood in an alley of Pendragon.
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The imperial house was upside down, rumours about the events of last night were circulating in the corridors of the Pendragon palace.
The servants constantly evoked the morning when the maid get in the consort's room and found the room in disorder, Marianne was prostrate in the centre, naked and crying.
Rumours of this night provided a great joy to the purist part of the nobility who saw a sign of Marianne's infidelity to the Emperor Charles and the opportunity to remove the commoner. Indeed, people thought that the queen was visited by a man this night and we should wane them, she and her child.
Two weeks passed, the emperor who made no comment on this affair, rumours calmed down but not in Marianne's heart. Her husband questioned her for that night, suspicious, but she just gave as a pretext an atrocious nightmare. Who would have believed her?
She refused to stay alone at night, asking her husband if he could stay with her. The Emperor disdained her, seeing her as a blatant sign of weakness and was wondering where was the intrepid pilot of Knightmare that he had married.
Marianne couldn't live, fearing what was growing in her belly; the birth was expected in 2 months.
What would happen then? Should she kill her child, this vampire thirsting for blood?
Every day this question tormented her but she couldn't stop thinking at the Vampire's word. "Remember, it will be the saviour of your world."
But the empire of Britannia was perfect, certainly the EU with their ridiculous values and China rebelled against them but the world was in peace, at least in Britannia.
On the contrary, this vampire child, what misery he could cause? With these anxieties added the frustration of a wasted pleasure, he revealed her the sex of the child, a boy, her son!
The worst was that she could not confide to anyone, the threats of the vampire discouraged her to any actions.
"I will personally look after yourself and persons dear to you before start from this world." She remembers.
A shiver ran her back. What can she do? Felt sorry for her or turn in circles did not like her!
As time progressed, more that night seemed straight out of a bad dream.
"The first thing to do is learning about my enemy" she concluded.
Twirling on her following her decision, she rushed like a shadow toward the library, in order to seek any information on these mysterious beings.
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After a months and a half of research, Marianne was overcome with despair. She didn't find anything concrete, some legends but nothing get closer that she had lived at this fateful night.
Moreover, she had to suffer the whispers of maids and bitter glances of the guests at receptions because her researches hadn't gone unnoticed.
After passing for a harlot, now people thought that she was mad, she hated the malicious gossip of the court. But she doesn't allow herself to impress, she had put up with more severe trials as pilot of Knightmare frame.
"Even though, it was not pleasant at all" she grumbled.
She returned to her room with his last batch of manuscripts. She dropped them on her bed and examined her room.
After this fateful night, she had demanded to change her room. His new home was smaller than her old room; a window screen was located 2 meters above the ground. The room was to do up for the imperial consort, but she was austere and narrow.
On her desk was piled some rolls and manuscripts dealing with legendary monsters, some dating before the pre-imperial time.
"But no one talks about him" She shrilled with fury.
She suddenly bent in pain; her son gave her a violent kick. She got up; inhaling deeply fresh air in order to calm her pain.
She began to turn in circles, remembering the knowledge acquired during the month of study.
The vampires were described as beings endowed with superhuman powers, able to bewitch humans and turned them into vampires servants, pandering to their wishes. But they were able to give birth to children with their kind or with humans. So why?
But his powerful magic, his power, and this mysterious country where he claimed to come? She had found nothing about it and she felt frustrated to a point she wouldn't have thought possible.
"The vampires are supposed to be native from Europe, and then what was he talked about? Why I can't find anything? But who is he? Why my son? "She stormed against the fate that had put her on the Vampire's road.
Suddenly she felt a liquid that flowed between her thighs, followed by a painful contraction. She understood that her son wanted to come into the world, her delivery will begin.
She called for help but she wondered what she would do with this little vampire that will be born.
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Marianne woke up in her room, she was covered of sweat. "What had happened?" She wondered.
She stood up and saw a pram next to her bed; she bent down and saw the most beautiful baby that she could contemplate.
All comes back to her memory, the maids who rushed to pick up her, the Pages that carried her to the imperial hospital.
Her suffering in each contraction was intolerable; it was like her child dug in her flesh in order to leave her. In the vapours of the pain, she wondered if it was their fangs. Marianne remembers that she lost consciousness soon as Lelouch was out of her.
She could look him now, sleeping peacefully in imperial red silk. His skin wasn't wrinkled like babies, but apart that it looked like all human babies.
She wondered if the last few weeks were not only a nightmare. Lelouch woke up and started screaming, she was upset.
His voice, far to be high-pitched, was crystal-clear, she felt dizzy, he was hungry and she can feel it.
She took him in her arms and ignoring the order of the vampire, got rid of her shirt and presented a full and heavy breast to Lelouch.
At this moment, the sky was instantly covered by cloud, the wind whistled of anger on Pendragon, lightning knocked down to the city and the thunder rumbled like none inhabitants haven't it heard before.
The sky was only anger, clouds hovered around the imperial palace, and lightning fell in all parts of the city offered to the anger of heaven.
Suddenly, a white light went trough the clouds, just below the vortex epicentre cloud, perpendicularly to the palace. The light column touched it on the centre.
