.:Crimson Love:.
Feedingdisclaimer:
Sebastian Rooks owns, not me.
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Remote
off in the country area of London were ruins not many had knowledge
of. Within these were elder stone buildings, one being a stone
cellar like thing. It was out in the open, but had been shielded by
stone altars that had apparently fallen over it. Oddly enough the
stone towers had caught eachother and just hid the entrance from
view. That is if you didn't look heedily enough..
There was an
atrocious
scraping noise that filled the cellar, echoing out into the open.
Once inside you could note that it was indeed pitch black, but to add
to that the scraping was louder. You could tell that it was claws
that were scratching, but against what was the question.
"Ah,
I'm sooooo hungry."
Came a rather haunting voice that hissed out its words. Crimson eyes
slowly opened to those words, "Silence,"
It said, seeming to
have some authority, "Do
not seem to be witless." A
few more dimmer crimson eyes opened "Yes,
you gaumless creature!" Shot
another voice, a suck up. "The
stupid pile of filth should go out now!" Came
a more cruel voice, "Yesss,
seeing as he suggested something so ignorant!" Agreed
another "Sirrrr,
may we show this nitwit some justice?" The
leader's crimson eyes shut, somehow you could tell them from any of
the other pairs of eyes, "Do
as you wish." It
hissed and then clutched down on the source the scraping had come
from. Shards of human bone splintered out in varied directions.
Claws wrapped around ghost white arms, "S-SIR
NO!" came pained
screeching, "I WAS
JUSTTT SAYING, NO PLEASE!! DON'T LET THEM THROW ME TO THE
ANGUISSSSHING LIGHT!" The
leader simply ignored his request. "HAHA,
TELL USSS WHAT IT'SSS LIKE UP THERE!" Shouted
one. "NOOOO!"
It screamed but it was
too late. It had one more pleeing chance then was cast out into the
open, though it was still snowing, it had lightened and the sun
peeked out from behind the snow clouds... It alone tumbled, crying
out the whole time, across the snowy ground, colliding into an old
fence post that provided no shade from the few glimmers of light that
reached the earth.. There was a rather loud, terrible sounding
screech of agony. The creature was chalky white and had fangs and
claws, though was shaped like a human. The sun apparently would harm
them by what was next to happen to it. Arrantly enough it's skin
began bubbling and popping forward, it's flesh melting, seperating
from the whitish bone. As soon as you could take a hint of the bone
though it exploded into ash which settled upon the barren land and
stuck to the icy wet snow.
Red eyes peered out at the remains
with cruel smiles that looked as if they would split their heads
open. Their fangs were exposed and were tinged red, stained. One of
them, the one that had suggested this savage act, chuckled. "Nighttt
isss near." Another
began to laugh cruely with it, followed by the other three. Quickly
one by one eyes darted open that seemed to belong to an animal for a
second, but seconds after they opened they would drop from the
ceiling and seem to modify shape. Finally the entire place was full
of hungry ogres(demons) from hell.
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The figure that was within the old run down shack slowly raised his head, eyes already open and were extremely luminent in the dark. "I must warnn youu." It whispers as it pulled itself up, seeming to be zapped of strength. Quietly it steps out into the snowy world, "I'm not sure how much longer I may live like this..", it said lowering its voice all the more, "I'm already dying..." It held an arm forward and looked at it's flesh. It was quite apparent that this creature of the iniquity world was starved and hungered, yet denied itself. The chalky white flesh was stretched so tight against it's bone, that it looked as if when it bent over it's bones would bust out of it's shell. For what reason could this thing have to not stalk the innocent? What made this it so..different.
Quietly it stepped against the slushy snow, it's feet bare, though it didn't seem to act phased, as if it was the walking executed. It tried to narrow it's eyes to a degree that the bright red of them wouldn't be so noticable, wanting to just get to it's destination in peace. It knew the way. After all, how many times had it been there? It longed to live in the old life it had once obtained, but it was only bare accuracy that it was not welcome to such a life. It knew this, but all the same would not accept being such a vial and monsterous creature. So alone it stayed, unaccepted by both worlds. It's only wish to make things right, before it's newly acquired body would be destroyed, and it's innocent soul cast to the depths of hell.
Finally after much walking it stopped at a familiar
house and slowly looked up towards it.
"I hope I'mm not toooo late." It
hissed, trying hard to not allow the hissing to escape, but knowing
by now that it was relentless. Hissing was just a curse that cast
forward their bitter nature. Or most of them at least. 'If
he has been drained all is lost.'
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"Masterrr,
the night!! It is finally rid of that torturous light!"
Screeched an immoral
voice, "Yesss, We
may now hunt!",
croaked another. "Fineee
my children of the damned, feel free to quench your thirst with the
satisfying crimson liquid!"
From
no where the hundreds of humans that lurked inside the cellar morphed
into furry black mammals. Bats. There was much loud screeching
heard, hungry screeching. They had not feasted for a good time now,
and were ravishing to taste the godly warm thickness that was blood.
They yearned to feel it as it traveled down their throats, filling
them with life. Oh how hard it was to go a day without it.
"GO
NOW AND INFECT EVERY LAST ONE YOU SEE!"
A
flurry of black shot out of the opening and clouded the sky. Headed
to nowhere else but the most nearest place. The most near that was
full of strolling bystanders that is. London.
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"Benedict!" Rang a rushed voice. Ben quietly sat up from bed. He knew he wouldn't be able to sleep, but all the same he could at least try, if only to flunk. Slowly his eyes aligned to the dark and a ghastly figure stood near the window. He speedily shut his eyes, to try to make it go away, after all ever since the incident with Emily he'd been seeing similar things constantly, though he still couldn't substain a gasp. He gulped at hearing scraping across the hardwood floor. He had to do something to get it out just in case it was really there or else he'd be dead. "GO AWAY MONSTER!" He shouted and opened his eyes, hurtling a tiny pocketknife towards the thing. A clawed hand grasped it and crushed it without effort, allowing the metal peices to fall to the floor "Ben, you should know by now you can't kill one with thisss." It hissed. Ben growled and narrowed his eyes, wondering how this one knew his name. There was something to it that seemed so very familiar.. "They are to soon be hunting. You ssshould watch out." It continued, "You may be on the menu." Slowly it reached forward and put a hand against the human's cheek. Ben shivered at how cold the touch was then got ahold of himself and smacked it away with extreme distaste. The creature chuckled and backed up to the window then turned and lept out without a single other word. Ben rushed forward, shutting and locking it this time. 'How did it get in..They cannot unless they are invited.' He gulped down the vile that had tried to come up. Slowly his eyes peered out into the small town. It was now dark enough for them to roam, but what was up with that other.. He was so unlike the others. Benedict knew he'd seen him from somewhere, though his mind wouldn't give him an answer. He slowly brought his hand to his cheek where the other had touched him and felt it was still very much cold. "W-why is it he didn't feel..threatening?"
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(A/N This part is based toward Papa Roach's song, Forever)
Silently the creature that had been in Ben's room roamed the London streets. 'I hate being a vampire. I feel like nothing but a monster.' it thought to itself. 'I was still invited into that home, so perhaps I'm more of myself than I thought. I'm still him.' he thought, glancing up at the tranquil night sky. "I realize why I'm different too. Thank you Ben." A tiny smile creeped on his lips, "I can't get over you." He chuckled to himself. "The long days come and go, but my feelings for you are forever. I won't be subjectable to this vampire instinct. I'm strong enough when I think of you."
"Hn..Jack
has feelings for Ben." Whispered
a vampire, shadowed by the darkness. Another nodded and smirked,
"The idiot never has been able to noticccce when we followed."
The two snickered to
themselves, still not visible. "Jack!"
Cooed another one,
stepping forward from the shadows and into the moonlight. Slowly the
dark haired brunette, Jack, turned and his red eyes locked with
fellow red eyes. He stared at an old maid who had been bitten later
in her days. "What
do you want?" Jack
asked, spitting the words as if they were venomous. "You've
been a baddd boy. The Master wants you back now Jack." Jack's
red eyes widened and he stepped back, tripping over something and
falling down, still crawling back though, that is until his back hit
against a wall. The other two stepped out of the shadows now, and
Jack noted they had lots of blood smeared on them. One was female,
the other was male. The female appeared to have been a normal young
housewife. The male however had dark brown hair and looked oddly
poor with rags resembling a scientific artist. "Don't
even come near me.." Jack
warned and stood, angry. The other two just chuckled, "Aw
isss someone angrrry?" The
male asked. Jack narrowed his eyes and they began flashing, going
from dark red to light red in warning yet again. Another chuckle.
There was a merciless scream and two bodies hit the floor with an
agonizing crunch. Jack stood above them, holding to some sort of
talismen. He shut his eyes and sighed, "Damn
place."
All he could do was snap his eyes open in sudden realization. He reacted too slow.
Another cry rang through the pitch black night..
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Ben shot up, beads of sweat rolling down his face, "W-what!?" His eyes were wide and he seemed to be imensed in fright. 'A dream..It was just a dream.' He told himself, gulping down the nasty vile. 'No. A nightmare.' he added, snapping his eyes shut, perhaps in fright.
Why was it though that the
dream was so...different.
He felt as if there was indeed something wrong and had to open his
eyes, because when shutting them he just resaw the events in his
dream. 'That was Jack..I just know it. Is that what has became of
him!?' He felt tears stinging him, "I will kill him." He
whispered to himself and slung his feet over the bed.
As soon
as he did so he grasped his heart in a sudden rush of pain and almost
dropped to his knees. Almost. However he'd already lost enough
pride... He should at least be able to hold himself up. Yet there he
was..in pain. This wasn't new though..To be totally honest he'd been
having those spells very often. Where he was probably worse off then
dead. He knew also that it was the kind medicine couldn't cure to.
He had major depression, which really only made him all the madder.
Thus his anger was directed to Jack. He hated him now. More than
anything he wanted to be the one to kill him, and even if he died
trying, it would be worth it. This was his last request and he was
going to use this chance. He had to get to Jack before anything else
did. He had to kill him now...While he was weak..while he
was...vunerable.
And so he got dressed, murderous intentions held within his heart.
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YAY!
A cliffhanger. xP. Don't worry though I'll update soon. Cough.
Probably... Review. Review[s. They keep the story alive.
xB So far I totally
enjoy this one more than SOML. It's more interesting..though I do
admit..It has so far sucked. It will not always suck though..I hope.
Haha..Yeah..In the later chapters there will be much
more..interaction. Haha I suck. Till next update, Yoharashi
x)D
