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Okay, for those of you who don't understand already, the prologue, before Christian's story was around the late 1900's. Christian and Adam were both born around 1750, and Gangrel was born around the 14th century. So that meant that the plague hit around the 1500's and the town was rebuilt around 1600's.

Keep the time line in your head, but now it's time to continue on Christian's story!

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Silence, Beauty and Eternity

by Green Phantom Queen

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Christian's story-Silence is Golden

part 2

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That's how the story went, apparently. Gangrel was there when his own town was affected by what would eventually called the Black Death. Ships, who unknowingly harbored rats, who they themselves, harbored fleas multiplied once they got to the lands of Europe. And in three years time—Gangrel turned out to be only 2 when it came—one-third of the population of Europe was killed.

Including Gangrel's own parents.

With so much sadness that this man could take in, he explained that he somehow was able to be immune to most of the disease, but his parents didn't. All he could was just sit there, and just see his own mother and father waste away in front of his eyes, and he couldn't do anything about it. How he cried during the time he had lost his family, his friends, and most of all, his innocence. It just shattered the kid to pieces, just to cry and cry, and cry that he couldn't be able to see the smiles on his parents' faces when he came to see them. It was so heartbreaking.

One day while walking around what was left of his town—possibly thinking of a way to meet up with his parents—that's when he met him. Dracula. He loomed over him as if the moon had swallowed the sun, and extended a hand out to the young boy. And Gangrel, not knowing about the legend of Dracula, trusted him. He didn't have any other choice it seems; he had no other place to go, and he didn't know where to go seeing that he had never left the village at that point in his life.

Dracula seemed to like the young boy, and wanting an apprentice, he took him in. Gangrel lived inside the castle that loomed over the whole town, and was given food and shelter, but was told not to open a specific room in the tower. Unfortunately, curiosity got the better out of the poor boy and he found out the hard way that he was being taken care of by a vampire. What was worse, was that Dracula "convinced" him to stay and gave him the full vampire curse. I don't think that was how it went, but since the vampire in front of us was already miserable as he could be at this point I decided to just keep my mouth shut.

So, the two lived in peace with Gangrel learning all he could to be Dracula's heir. From learning spells and abilities, to learning how to avoid the sunlight. Everyday, there was something for the boy to see and hear and be interested in. That is, until about 50 years after his change.

Now apparently during that time, the town had been rebuilt—and Dracula had been on a hunger spree seeing as he had not been eating for almost half a century. The villagers had enough of that, and hired a person known as Van Helsing to take care of him. Dracula knew he was going to die and without warning, placed a seal upon Gangrel; his soul was to be split into two parts, one part remained in his body, and the other became the little ghost boy. The last he heard of Dracula before he fell asleep was the village cheering for their victory over the vampire lord; that is, until the plague came in and the town was empty for another 200 years.

Apparently, while the real Gangrel slept, the little boy was sent to keep an eye out for someone to enter the castle. When someone came, the little boy would be alerted and would vanish, since he fulfilled the "role" he was given. However, Gangrel continued to sleep even after I had arrived 5 years ago. He assumed that the boy liked me so much that a part of him stayed with me and therefore he didn't truly disappear thus ensuring Gangrel an extended sleep time. But when the two of us entered the doorstep, Gangrel reawakened, and that's how it all worked out.

The little boy still sat there, tears in his eyes as the last grains of sand fell down the hourglass. Gangrel smiled sadly at him, letting a hand wipe the tears in his eyes. The little boy looked up, a small whimper replaced the words he wanted to say. He looked away in shame as more tears fell down his face. Gangrel knelt down, wrapping his arms around him in a soft embrace like a mother to her young child.

"I'm sorry if you have to go," he said. "But I promise you'll like it better with mom and dad. And don't worry, I'll take care of them." The boy looked up, as if he was unsure if Gangrel was going to believe him.

"I promise, David. They will be fine." The little boy gasped at hearing that name; I had assumed that was Gangrel's original name, but I didn't want to get into details on what happened. He then started to cry again, but from the looks of it, Adam and I assumed that it was tears of joy at finally being able to be called by his true name. From what I remember, David meant the "Beloved", and to his parents, I guess Gangrel—or should I say David—was their beloved; whether he was a vampire or not.

"Now go," Gangrel said in a soft, loving tone. "Mother and father would want their son—their real son—to be with them after all this time."

David nodded as the black winged hourglass disintegrated into nothing, and right in front of our eyes his appearance soon had a bright ring of light surrounding his head and a pair of beautiful bird wings growing from his back. A beacon of light rained down on him as he started to float away. He looked at me with a smile and turned away, going past the solid stone bricks and thatched roof...and headed off to the sky.

Adam immediately went to the window seeing the cold and wet snow disappear; it was being replaced with light peeking through all of the fluffy clouds, and the small boy floating away. He gave us a gentle wave as he started to become a small speck as he vanished into the sky, forever. Adam and I started to cry, but I cried the most, because I did not keep my promise: if I did I would've been able to give him one last memory of happiness before he left...

"It wasn't your fault," I turned around seeing Gangrel, a tear fell down his face, while his black wings twitched a bit. "Even if you couldn't see him, the part that stayed with you saw all of your pain and suffering; he felt as if he need to be with you more than me."

"But what's going to happen to us?" said Adam, changing the subject. "We've got no where to run, and no one to turn to. Christian and I are just going to die..."

"Not unless you live with me," said Gangrel, interrupting my brother. "I can give you what you want, if you can match my price."

Bringing out his hands he brought out the black book again; it immediately began to fade away and turned into a fancy goblet. It was made of pure gold, and encrusted around the fancy glass were rubies, sapphires and diamonds. They glistened in the dim light that I felt like touching it.

"You're going to give us wine?" said my brother. "In case you haven't noticed, neither Christan or I aren't old enough to drink!"

"It's not wine," Gangrel replied, grabbing onto the stem of the goblet. "It's vampire blood, just one sip will turn you into a vampire. I would never use it at a time like this," He grinned at us, his fangs glistening in the light once more. "But what can you two pay me in return? I just don't give this to any mortal."

Adam and I looked at each other for a moment; we didn't have anything of value to give to him, because any valuables we did have were left at the village...and the plague was still there. If were to just step into the plague, we'd end up like not only mom and the rest of the village folk, but we could have also end up like Gangrel's parents.

"W-we don't have anything," I said timidly. "But we don't want to die at the same time....we lost our family, like you did. Our mom died from the plague."

"And your father?" Adam and I looked at each other, bowing our heads. We never told anyone, but our father didn't like us that much. We still loved him; it was just that he didn't want to have children. Twins were the worst he said, and when me and Adam were born...he just left. Mom said there was some sort of war, but there wasn't...we never grew up with a father and it hurts me to even say that he loved us at all. When I found out he died, I didn't know whether to be angry or happy: He would have been the only family we had left if he did came back.

"We...rather not talk about it." The two of us said simultaneously. Gangrel rubbed his chin in thought staring back at us. Adam and I looked at each other then back at Gangrel, a huge lump in our throats. Finally he looked at us, a huge grin was on his face; yet neither of us felt any joy from it.

"I'll give you a deal." He said. "Be my apprentices, I not only give you the blood but give you the father you never had. Do you accept or not?"

We thought about it for a while, none of us making a sound...I tried to weigh the pros and cons as I closed my eyes. For the cons: I would no longer be able to look at the sun, I would no longer be able to see what I look like in the morning, and I'd have the desire to drink blood. I didn't like the look of blood, but drinking it from now on just made my stomach turn over.

For the pros: I would be immune to the plague, I would be stronger and faster, I wouldn't age that quickly, and...and if Gangrel was true to his word, I'd have the father I never had.

I looked at Adam who was still in thought: Adam hated the idea of a father figure, ever since ours left. But, if we did become vampires then we were going to need someone to teach us everything there was to know about them. Despite his pride attitude, neither of us have any other choice.

"We accept," said Adam, looking at Christian. "Don't we, Christian?"

I nodded my head in reply. "Yeah," I said. "We both want to have a family...so do you."

"What makes you think I want family in the first place?" said Gangrel, raising an eyebrow at me.

"Just because you said you'd be the father we never had, doesn't mean because you also want to have the family you could never had." I replied. "Face it, you alone for more than 200 years asleep, only dreaming of the day that somehow there would be someone that you could call either a son or daughter...it must have hurt that the only family you had was in your mem--"

I was immediately shut up by my brother who had put a hand in front of my mouth to stop me from continuing. I tried to continue, but Adam just dragged me away to a corner of a room, our backs facing our possible new "father".

"Shut it!" He hissed at me, looking back at Gangrel, then turning back toward me. "We don't need him to take back the offer thanks to your big mouth! So just stay quiet!"

I pushed Adam's hand away from my mouth and glared at him. "Hey, I'm just trying to reason with him! You'd have to also if he's going to be our father!"

"Doesn't mean you have to make him feel bad about his past!" Adam said pushing me.

"Oh, look who's talking!" I said poking his chest.

"Shut up!" He pushed me again.

"No, you shut up!" I pushed him back.

"Shut up!"

"No, you shut up!"

"BOTH OF YOU, SHUT IT!!!!" Gangrel yelled at us. I swear that if it weren't for the stones in the castle, most of the whole village from down below would've heard it. The two of us immediately were trembling from how loud the yell was, and the look of anger on his face. He let out a long sigh and took a couple of breaths as he looked at the two of us. As Adam and I hugged each other for dear life, I was amazed to hear something that I'd never thought I could hear...

It was the sound of laughing, and not just any laughing. It was Gangrel laughing.

He was having fun at this, somehow the thought of us bickering made it sound funny. He continued to laugh for a while; as he did the mood started to lighten and then Adam and I were laughing alongside with him as if we were all good friends. It went on like this for a while, until Gangrel cleared his throat.

"So, do we have a deal or not?" Gangrel said to us. We looked at him, looked at each other then looked back at him. We nodded our heads in agreement as a soft smile was shown on his face.

"Very well," He continued, handing the goblet to me. "Drink, and all will be well." I hesitantly grabbed the stem of the shimmering goblet and gulped. I stared back at the reflection of myself through the red liquid; it would be the last time I'd ever see myself for the rest of my life. I gulped as I raised the goblet to my lips; I let the blood pour down my throat as a single tear fell down my face.

The blood tasted awful; as if I was drinking water mixed with the leftover peelings and trash! I immediately lowed the goblet so I could take a breather. I looked at myself at the goblet and gasped; my reflection was gone. I almost dropped the goblet when I placed a hand on my chest to feel my heart beat; except there was none.

"Oh my god..." I said as I shakily handed the goblet to Adam. "This can't be real..."

"It is," Gangrel said as Adam took a small swig from the goblet. "Welcome to the other side, my sons."

Adam gasped for air as he dropped the goblet onto the floor, the leftover blood spilling onto the wood. That's when I saw it: Adam's whole skin became a pale white, talons were growing from his nails while he grew a set of fangs. He cried out in pain as a pair of vampire wings shot from his back. All I could do was stare at him as I suddenly was on my knees in pain; something was trying to get out of my body. I barely had time to think as I heard the sound of ripping go through my back and a pair of black wings appeared. The pain was so excruciating as the whole room started to spin. The last I heard before I blacked out was the sound of birds chirping; the birds were flying away from us, far away...

Far away from this wretched place.

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So now we skip ahead about 100 years in the future. Everything is going dandy: Not.

Well, not only did ANOTHER village appear, but they did the most despicable act ever; they burnt the castle down. It was our home, and it was hard for us to leave it. Gangrel sneaked us into a set of coffins, hidden away from the villagers' eyes and we slept. We slept until I found from something called a "calendar" that it was the year 1800. So, figuratively speaking it had only been 50 years when we slept.

After that, we traveled the world, hid away in ships, drank the blood of people when it was needed; it was usual stuff to us. Adam and I were taught different spells: how to transform into animals (I was able to transform into a small wolf and Adam could turn into a black cat), manipulating shadows to do our bidding, and the power of illusion. The power of illusion was my favorite; I could fool any unsuspecting victim and they would never know what happened to them.

It was fun for a while, we walked under the starry sky that still shone after all this time, we slept when the sun rose—which would've been better if we were out in the open under the shade, but we couldn't risk that—and every once in a while we could go out to see the sun set. As we grew older—we aged one year for every 25, so Adam and I were 17 during that time—we were able to stay in the sun for longer and extended periods of time; although I couldn't be able to stay in the light forever, at least I was able to spend some time to see what I had missed for so long.

Well, that and get away from my brother. As we grew up, something happened; I really don't know it myself, but Adam would act nice and sweet like the real Adam, but then become psychotic and brutal. I knew when he would change: Adam's blue eyes would immediately became a stone grey and his whole attitude changed. I just wished we could have done something; but instead, we had to cage him like a wild animal whenever it happened. It seemed to work for a while; until, one stormy night....

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"Again!"

A loud crack was heard as Gangrel lashed the whip on Adam's back. Adam screamed in pain, another scar already planted on his back. Cuts and bruises were shown on his arms and his blonde hair was caked with blood. Underneath the golden veil were a pair of ashen eyes; it was him.

"What are you going to do about it old man?" Adam hissed at him, his body slowly changing. Black fur grew from his whole body to blanket the wounds while a long black tail grew from his spine. A pair of cat ears began to poke its way through his hair as his pupils became slits. I had seen him do this transformation many times before; I sometimes trained him in my half-wolf form when it came to sparring. But it looked serious this time.

Gangrel glared at Adam. "For the last time," He said. "You will listen to me once and for all!"

"Make me!" Adam snapped back. "You have been nothing worse than a bully!

Another crack came from the whip before Adam lunged at him, claws bared. He immediately slashed through Gangrel, the talons digging into the skin so blood started to bleed. An insane grin came from my brother's face as he soon got on top of Gangrel, his tail swishing in the air. It was at that time that I thought I saw something in Gangrel's face...

Fear.

It was at that moment that Adam, my real Adam came back. His eyes became a soft blue as he slowly got away from our father. Immediately he left running away from our home as I called out to him. I immediately went to Gangrel helping him up; he panted for breath as he stared at me for a while.

"What's going on with Adam?" I said to him. "What happened to him?"

Gangrel looked away from me, muttering some words under his breath. The cuts that adorned his body started to vanish until nothing was left. He then stayed quiet for a while before he spoke.

"There's nothing we can do." He said. "Something evil resides in your brother's mind; it's making him more and more crazy until it starts to take over the real Adam. When that happens, your brother will be dead forever."

"No!" I cried out. "This can't be true!"

"It is." Gangrel said turning around. "Your brother is about to disappear forever; no spell and no potion can change what is going to happen to him."

"Maybe they can't," I said standing up. "But I can; the real Adam is still there, and maybe I can reach out to him!"

"Don't!" Gangrel grabbed onto my arm as I was about to leave. "You're going to hurt yourself in the process; stay here unless you want to be killed by your brother's hand!"

I stared at him for a second, hearing his words. I didn't want to die, but I wanted to be there for my brother. I pulled away and said, "It's better that Adam was with me then die without knowing I was there at all! And if I have to die by my brother's hand, so be it; at least I was able to be with him.

With that I stormed off, a heavy torrent of rain poured down me as I searched for my brother's scent. Unfortunately, the water was blocking his scent. I heard something and turned around to see Adam staring at me. I couldn't tell what his expression was due to the rain, but all I knew was that he needed to go somewhere.

"Adam!" I said to him. "What's wrong with you?!"

"Get away from me!" he cried out. "I have to be alone!"

"No!" I said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "Let me be with you." I stared into his eyes, his blue eyes with worry. He wasn't hurting himself, he was hurting me and Gangrel; we were one big family, and whatever was causing Adam to be bad was not his fault. He stared back at me and then closed his eyes; until he opened them suddenly, revealing the grey eyes of the other him.

"Get off of me!" He cried, pushing me down. A roar of thunder and crack of lightning soon appeared as he said this. "Don't you see? He's no father, we have no father! All we have is each other, and anyone who says different shall die!"

I sat there, my bottom getting soaked even more as the rain continued to pour down. "Please Adam, don't do this! You're just hurting yourself!"

"There is no Adam," The darker Adam said to me. "There is only me; the edge in his heart that grew ever since we joined him. That's right, I'm the Edge that's been doing this."

"Then get out of his body, and go away!" I yelled, standing up. "You're nothing like my brother!"

"You're right," He said brandishing out something from his pocket; it was so dark that I couldn't see what it was. "But it looks like you can join him after all!"

In a swift movement, something hit my chest. Lightning danced around us as I fell down. Adam—I mean, Edge—leaned down to see me squirming in pain, a wild grin on his face. He knelt down and whispered in my ear.

"That's it," he said. "Go to sleep, for you'll be with your brother forever and ever."

Suddenly he put his head in his hands and screamed. He got on his knees, gasping for breath. I weakly tried to sit up, but the object—which I later found out was a small dagger—forced me to fall down, the pain numbing my body. My vision started to blur a bit as I saw Adam, my real Adam, look at me. Sadness was in his eyes as he tried to say something. Instead, he left; he ran away into the darkness, as lightning flash through my eyes once more.

I didn't know how long I was there in the rain when I heard Gangrel coming towards me. He carried me into the haven, and sat me down on the floor, pulling out the dagger in my chest. He tried pouring some blood from his goblet, but it got sent out of my throat, due to me breathing so fast. Seeing the dagger, Gangrel quickly slit one of his wrists, lapping the blood down on his throat. He then placed his face near mine, and brought our lips together.

He had kissed me.

I don't really know if I should call it a kiss, but it felt so right; the blood rushing down my throat, and the feel of his tongue...it was hard to express how much this kiss meant to me. There was a moment of silence as he withdrew this kiss; my eyes opened as I saw everything around me, I was about to say something when I started to cry. I sobbed, I howled, I mourned for my brother. I mourned for his sad fate, and even more so...

I cried out because our bond was broken.

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By the next evening, Gangrel went to check on me. I turned to him, my sad eyes just staring at my father. There was nothing I could say; I tried to move my lips to say a word but nothing came out. I became silent that day, and as Ganrel came to embrace me, I raised my lips to his ears to utter the last word I would ever say.

"Mas...ter......."

Tears fell from my eyes, as I rested my forehead on his shoulder, gently sobbing. Master, as I now called him, place a gentle kiss on my cheek to help me calm down; it didn't work. The kiss from before was still in my mind and something awoken in me. I looked up, my blue eyes staring into Master's as I placed his face in my hands and kissed him. I wanted more of it and I didn't care what happened; there was nothing that could be erased, I Was corrupted by lust....nothing could matter anymore.

Master knew what I wanted; I needed to be dirty. I had lost my innocence, and he took advantage of it. Almost every night since then do I remember the sexual experiences that I was given, and how much that I had loved them...and as time went on, I lost my mind. I became insane every time the memory of my brother came up; I became insane from all of the torture that he did to me, until I did become quiet. No longer did I behaved like I did before, I had immediately become a perfect doll for Master.

That was just the way I wanted it, anyway.

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And now, I sit here, still wrapped in Master's embrace. I can no longer call him my father after what he did; he tainted me with his kiss of darkness. A father does not kiss his own son like that; he does not kiss him with that lust or love that Gangrel showed me. In due time I was his beloved, I was his to be reminded of the fact that I could no longer bring out another bond.

I looked up at my Master, placing his face into my hands and kissed him again. I closed my eyes, envisioning memories of my brother and me just staying together, never apart, promising each other to always be there.

And as I feel Gangrel wrap his arms around me tightly, I resigned myself to my fate: I was nothing more than a doll. I obeyed Master now, and I threw away all my memories and my past. I would always be his servant, his slave, his partner, whatever he wanted me to be. It was the price I paid to be free of the quiet world that I now lived in.

I looked away for a second, to see a streak of lightning flash by again. My blue eyes glazed over when I saw it, seeing my brother leave me behind before I became broken. I could no longer be mended, I can no longer be pure...

I was just a doll.

I was just a slave.

I was just nothing more than a silent little boy...

And silence was golden...for I was silence.

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Well, that's it for story 1!

Up next we hear Adam's side of the story in "Beauty is Skin Deep"

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