Coming Shadows

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OK! Psycho Kitty here! Hope you like this. It came to me when I was reading a fanfic about Gundam and vampires. When reading this I came to a startling conclusion. Hilde is not in any fanfics that deals with vampires! If she is, she is a side character or one who dies off soon. Well NO MORE!!! Psycho Kitty to the rescue! Here is a fic that not only stars Hilde but makes her a kick @$$ vam...

STOP!(Psycho Kitten comes in.) Don't give it away!!! Let them read and find out.

(Psycho Kitty) *Sigh* All right. Ruin my fun. Go and read it and tell me what you think!

(Psycho Kitten) Are you forgetting something?

(Psycho Kitty)......

(Psycho Kitten) *Points to contract.*

(Psycho Kitty) *Puts on glasses.* Oh...I don't own them! So don't sue! Unless you want my cats. Now with nothing else to say but: LET THE MADDNESS BEGIN!!! MUHAAAAAAAAA!

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Coming Shadows

Chapter 1

The young man lay slumped and lifeless in his chair in the study. His sullen face is frozen in agony. The events of the other night repeat endlessly through his mind taunting him, daring him to believe that there was something he could have done to prevent such a tragedy. The truth was that there was nothing he could of done, and coming to terms with that was more than difficult. He has to understand that… "No!" The man sprung up from his chair with anger and darted to the window at the other end of the room. He could of done something! He had the chance he was only too late to make it. If he only had held on just a little longer, she may have never been taken from him. He stared bleakly out into the abyss of the night wondering if this was her world now. "Is this what you see, my little sister. Darkness. An endless sea of darkness…" He trudged back to his chair and slowly picked up a crumbled letter from the floor, a death notice. It had been delivered earlier that morning. Now two tragedies have befallen this man. The paper was still moist from the sweat of his hands. He looked at the letter with such indescribable sadness. He didn't dare to read it a second time for the pain would be too much. In another fit of anger, he tossed the letter into the fireplace. As the paper disintegrated in the fire, he closed his eyes as if that act would make everything go away that the world would go back to the way it was before his sister's untimely death once the paper was gone from this earth. Hoping that when he opened his eyes he would see her smiling face and maybe hear her scolding him for being up so late. Snap! Pop, went the fire, waking him from his daydream and forcing him once again to face his fate…a world with out his sister and father. "Relena…".


Next day. 10:30 AM.

"You will find that the study is located on the first floor to you right…" said the old butler to the new young maid that followed close behind. The man went on and on explaining the lay out of the house…no castle; for house is too menial a word to describe this place! The architecture is an impressive work of art. It's gothic design, it's winding endless corridors and stairways, and the myriad of intricate stain glass windows. It would be no wonder if someone were to get lost in it. "And" according to the butler, "the owner finds himself just that on a daily basis." Looking back at the girl to see if he had gotten a reaction out of the maid, he was quickly disappointed. Her face had not changed since she left the coach. It was very solemn, with no expression whatsoever. With a sigh of dismay the man went on to show the maid to her room. ("And this was the old masters favorite maid? I don't see why…or maybe I don't want to know why.") "You will see that everything is in order. You will start tomorrow. Take today to rest from your trip and to explore the house." With not so much as a nod of agreement from the girl, she began to set her bags down and survey the room. "Dinner is at five", he added with a hope for a change in her expression. Nothing. With that the old butler left the girl to her unpacking.


That Afternoon in the Greenhouse.


Creek. The huge and heavy wooden door quickly opens to reveal the new maid. One would think it odd for someone with such frail and dainty hands to open such a monster of a door in so quickly a fashion. Surely, this girl has a hidden strength within her. She gracefully moves her small frame into the room and swiftly closes the door behind her. The room is lined with windows all around. The outside view is of the vast backyard, which is surrounded by a dark forest. She lets out a sigh and heads for the end of the room to where some pots lay. Sorting through them she picks out the three best ones and places them on top of a nearby table. She fills each one to the brim with fresh soil. Satisfied with her work, she then sows three separate seeds each into their own pots. She now places her delicate hands just so they barely touched the two end pots. She says a few words in her native language and the pots come to life with the new growth of beautiful flowers. The first pot now has brilliant blue flowers, the second has fiery red and the third has purple flowers so deep in color, they could be considered black. The fragrance that emulates from these flowers is so wonderful. The greenhouse is filled with its' intoxicating smell, but the girl has to hide these plants. It may smell delightful to her but to vampires it smells horrendous. She doesn't want to scare them off…yet. Looking around the room the girl spots a rusted metal box. Walking closer to it, she notices that it's locked. With no key to be found, the girl waves her hand over the lock and watches as it falls to the ground. "How crude." Inside the box are the tools once used by the former gardener, Relena. They are all covered in rust and look as if they have gone unused for a hundred years. ("Strange. These tools look as if they have never been touched and yet the entire greenhouse is full of life. Now that I think about it…") She surveys the room around her. ("All the metal in the greenhouse is rusted!") Turning back to her work, she secures the box with the flowers inside so their fragrance will be hidden as well as out of sight. She picks the rusty tools up off the floor and gently places them on the table. Throughout her entire visit to the greenhouse, she has not been able to shake the creepy feeling that she is being watched. Trying to lose this eerie sense, she begins to think of deeper things and soon loses her self in her thoughts. So deep were her thoughts, though, that she hadn't even noticed that another maid had just entered the room. "Miss?" Startled, she jumps from her leaned stance into perfect poise with a look on her face similar to a little child caught stealing from a cookie jar. "The master will see you now." The maid exits and leaves the girl to her thoughts. ("Hmmm.")

The master is seated at the head of the table with his arms set on the armrest. Creek. The door opens hesitantly and the new maid enters. He looks up at her and gently smiles. She returns the gesture. ("Good God father. She is but a mere child. No older than Relena.") "What relation do you have with my father?", he inquires. "None.", she abruptly replies. He was taken aback by her short answer. Sensing his discomfort, she speaks in a more relaxed tone. "You will find that I am a laconic person, one who does not like to waste words". An odd silence follows. "Sigh. I lived on the streets when your father found me. He asked if I wanted a job as a gardener. He had just lost his and was in desperate need of one, so I took the job. He seemed…I guess, like a father to me." "Yes, I see! I saw you in the greenhouse just now" he points to the nearby window. To her horror, she realizes that her feeling of being watched was not just a feeling. From where the master is sitting he has full view of the greenhouse! ("No! Did he see me…") "What are you going to do to the tools you left out?" "Uh…what?" she panics to the point of stuttering "Oh, yeah. Uh, I was going to throw them out." She quickly recovers and regains her composure, "I cannot possibly use such rusted tools as those. I will need new ones if that is alright, sir?" "Yes, of course." He walks over to the window and places his hands on the cool window pains. "Rusted?" He repeats in a soft voice. "You have today off, there is no need to wear your uniform." "This is all I have." "Really? And my father said you were like a daughter to him." He says in a mocking tone. Her face soon reverted back its normal solemn state. "I don't need anything more than this." She snapped. Before he can apologize she adds. "If there is nothing more you want I wish to go now. I still need to familiarize this place. It is very big so I will need all the time I can get to be ready for tomorrow. I would not want to get lost." She says jokingly. Relieved to see that she had recovered from the insult so quickly, he laughs "I see you have talked to the butler." "Yes." She said with a sweet smile and gentle laugh. "Oh, by the way. Don't call me master. That is a name for vampires. Call me Millardo." "Of course." "And what should I call you?" "Hilde." And with that she left.

Click. Once she was sure the door was closed she took the time to gather her thoughts. A suspicious look begins to roll across her face a look so dark, even people hiding in shadows would think she was holding some devious plot of harm. Snapping out of it and sighing deeply, she starts to walk away, but something is wrong. She stops dead in her path and slowly turns her head to look directly into the heart of the shadows of the dimly lit corridor. Seeing no one, she leaves quietly, disappearing into the unknown darkness that has consumed the castle. Once Hilde was gone from view, a form emerges from the shadows. ("Damn. Did she see me? It looked as if she was looking at me…she is up to something I know it! I must stay close to her!") the old butler had been watching her.

"And this door leads to…the main hall?!" ("Damn, every room leads to the main hall in some way! How odd. No wonder master left this place to go live in a small more suitable place and give this to his two children.") A banging on the front door startles her as she was just about to open the door to the study. ("Whoa, Hilde! How can you protect the master's son if you are so easily scared by someone knocking on the front door?") She opens the door to reveal a young boy about the same age as her. He has blond hair and green eyes and a smile that could melt even the coldest of hearts. "Hello. Won't you come in?" She says with a warm smile. "Why thank you." The boy replies as he offers her his coat. Just as soon as she takes it from him, she is immediately buried from an addition of twelve other coats belonging to the Maganacs that followed the young boy here. Now burdened with an unexpected weight she tries to maintain her balance. "Help her", the boy orders them. "No! I'm fine!" Hilde straightens up and glides over to a near by door as if the coats were nothing more than paper. Suddenly she stops, turns to face the men and then turns again. "Is there something wrong?" "Uh, I don't know where to put these." She exclaims in a child like voice. The room bursts with laughter. Hilde turns several shades of red and is quite thankful for the fact that the coats are shielding her face from view. "Quatre! You're here!" Millardo shouts as he runs down the stairs. "Hilde? Is that you?" "Yes." "Why don't you just put the coats into the study?" "Yes sir." "Oh, and I would like you to join us for dinner. It is at five." "Alright." And with that, the men head up stairs to talk business, leaving Hilde to man the coats.


The Greenhouse. 4:30 pm.


The setting sun has now painted the greenhouse with a warm orange glow. Hilde is tending the plants. All is still except for the scrapping, digging, and knocking. ("Knocking?") She turns to see a young boy around the same age as Quatre and herself. He looks at her from behind the glass at the end of the room. He is wearing all black and has a certain charm to him that would make any girl become weak in the knees. Hilde, however, was not your average girl. She picked up the spade as the boy mouthed the words: "Let me in…" It looked as though she would oblige and do as he had requested when she suddenly turns her back to him and continues her work. "The nerve!" exclaims the boy. "Must be losing my touch!" Still tending to her plants, Hilde hears another, more urgent knock. She looks directly up in front of her to where the boy now stands. She leans in closer, as if now mesmerized by him. Closer and closer she walks to him until her nose touches the cold glass. "HAAAAAA." She breathes onto the window, steaming it up. Then she writes: USE.THE.FRONT.DOOR! and she went back to work. With a look of defeat the boy leaves for the front door. And as he left, Hilde disappears. Knocking on the front door the boy waits. He rubs his arms together to warm them up from the bitter cold. Click. The door slowly opens before him and he puts on his charm hoping this maid will be nicer than the one in the greenhouse. No sooner had he hoped this, the door slammed in his face. It is Hilde. She leans up on the door with her arms crossed, listening to the boy pleading to be let in. "Go away! We don't want your kind here!" ("What? How does she know…Damn you Millardo.") Hilde walks up the stairs to get ready for dinner. As she was coming up the old butler was coming down. "Don't answer it." She says assertively. The old butler looks at her with disgust. ("How dare she command me!") As she reaches the top of the staircase, she sighs. He is going to let him in.








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(Psycho Kitty)What's this? The end? Muhaaaaaaaaaa! I love to laugh like that! *Smiles a bright smile*

(Psycho Kitten) Why are you so mean. You know it takes you forever to write!

(Psycho Kitty)Shut up! It does not. I hope you know that it took me two days to write this!

(Psycho Kitten)Yes and notice the horrible grammar.

(Psycho Kitty)What? Me grammar good!

(Psycho Kitten)AAAAAAAAA! That was painfull just listening to it!

*Grabs rubber mallet and hits Psycho Kitten with it* Squick! Thud!* Pyscho Kitten now lays on floor.

(Psycho Kitty)Ok! With that out of the way I leave you all to...uh...DO what ever you want! *Yes, I think that's right.*

(Psycho Kitty)So until next time! Bye Bye!

Psycho Kitty

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(Psycho Kitty) Please REVIEW! Let me know what you think! I love to read them! I need some happiness!

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