I stood on the windowsill
of my room, the wind blew into the loose strand of brown hair that had
freed themselves from the braid that laid on my shoulder. It was late,
I hadn't checked the time but I knew that it must have been a little after
two in the morning. It didn't bother me, of course it didn't, I loved
the night, the feel of the moon and stars washing away all worries, the
cool air brushing against my face.
Far away, I could see
people from the near by village pass in front of the gates of the Winner's
Estate, where I was currently living. One by one they passed, sometimes
a couple would walk hand in hand. I envied them so much. And with such
envy always came the ever-present thirst...
My hands were so white
at the moment, I could almost see the bones. Yet I had to wait, if another
would be to see me do such an act, they would surely run away, screaming
bloody hell along with my secret.
Yes, I was a vampire.
I, Duo Maxwell, or Shinigami as they have called me over the years. For
centuries I have lived, or maybe I should call it living-death. I'm two
hundred years old, from the time I was born to darkness, but I look as
if I were only an average seventeen year-old boy. I have blue eyes that
might sometimes appear bright purple, my hair is long and brown in which
I usually make into a braid, and my skin can sometimes be as white as newly
fallen snow, but I try to keep it as creamy color so I don't bring any
suspicion to myself.
I leapt down the two-story
building and began to sneak closer to the bars. My pace was much faster
than what a ordinary ninja could do, and still I made no sound. I wore
a black shirt and tight lather pants, I did this both because my victims
would no be able to see me and because I had a huge fascination with black.
Oh, even if I wore white, I could move so fast they would only see a blur.
Now, as a vampire,
one could only think of the many legends that have descended from the old
world. Indeed I did drink blood, and I did have fangs, but that was about
it. I could not turn into a bat or fly, a person could not scare me away
with a cross of the bible, only moronic fables. And the sun, that was maybe
the funniest thing I've seen yet. The light of the sun couldn't hurt me
now, but it had when I was newly-born, I can walk in the noon sun like
any other mortal. Stakes also were powerless, because my body would regenerate
after it would have been pulled out of my body. So in short, killing me
was almost impossible. Even now I have never seen another vampire be killed.
Then again, I have
never seen another vampire.
From the bushes I saw
an old man pass by, his hands stinking with money. I hated such people,
those of thought money was the only thing that helped turn the world around.
I sighed, when will mortals learn that it is with feelings that we live?
No matter, the man wouldn't live long enough to tell anyone else about
it.
It was about a mile
from the estate, and I was on the outskirts of the nearby town. It was
here where I usually came to hunt. But sooner or later I would need to
change, lest I wish the police to get involved. A good sign was that no
one else was around, except for those sleeping in the nearby houses.
The man moved sluggishly,
and he dropped a few cents on the ground he was so drunk. A little plump,
and his bald head shone off the streetlights. He was rather disgusting.
He approached me little by little, and when he was but a few feet away,
I lunged myself at him.
His eyes didn't even
have any time to widen, I was already on him, one hand on his back and
the other covering his mouth. He screamed silently, and my eyes slowly
scanned his body for a moment. His short hands waved back and forth to
defend himself, if only he knew how strong I really was! My head lowered
to his face, as I silently whispered "Be grateful, you are about to be
killed by Shinigami."
A smile appeared on
my face as his eyes bulged out of their sockets, metaphorically speaking.
I turned his head so that his neck lay revealed to me. Slowly my head lowered,
and my mouth opened so I could sink my fangs into his trembling flesh.
Blood, it is my life.
It's almost impossible to describe the feeling, when my teeth sink into
arteries and when the blood flows into my mouth as I suck harder and harder.
Your fingers tingle, and you can feel the energy gushing into your once
lifeless body. But it's so much more than that!
The man's body began
to go limp into my arms, but my grasp didn't lessen. And soon enough he
stopped breathing and his heart stopped. I let go of his body so that it
dropped soundlessly on the ground. My mouth spilled a few drops of blood
before I could wipe it away.
My body took less than
a couple of seconds to take in the blood and make it course throughout
my body with energy. Now I felt good. But I also had to do the most bothersome
part of feeding; hiding the body.
It didn't take too
long, I simply hauled him in the ditch and dug a hole with my bare fingers,
and then threw the body in. The whole process took me three minutes. But
still, even with stomach full, I was still thirsty...
Too bad. I would need
to wait until tomorrow night. For now, I should be more preoccupied with
the other pilots. What to do if they were to enter my bedroom and to find
it empty.
But as I ran away from
the scene, there was a presence... I couldn't pinpoint it, but I knew it
was there...
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Author's note: Well,
this fanfic is originally based on another original story I started working
on a couple of months ago. But... since I didn't feel like posting anything
original at FF.net, I guessed I should make a fanfic out of it. This was
only a prologue, but I have a lot of other chapters to go. Anyways, please
review!
