A.N: Ok, so this chapter is a little short. But there is a reason for this. The next chapter is planning on being quite long, as it is no longer in the past anymore but at present time. Enjoy!

Kiss of Immortal Death
Chapter Three
By Firefly

1819 AD
Paris, France

The world was her throne, bowing down and shying away whenever she came. Hotaru didn't mind it though; it was comforting knowing that all of the world feared her. After she had left the painful city in which she had abandoned Setsuna, the young woman had traveled around the world, going everywhere from Egypt to China to Germany, except London and New York. She could never return to those two cities ever again.

The vampire had aged, now 24, but still with the image of a seventeen-year-old girl. She would never gain the look of an elderly person, as no vampire did, but she would grow older in wisdom and emotions. Hotaru finally settled in Paris, France loving the calm but deadly atmosphere the city held. It was easy to feed there, for civilians crowded the streets every waking night, exotic and free but with a snobbish grace to them.

Hotaru was alone, had been alone for the past eight years, never seeing a glimpse of Setsuna. Never finding another vampire nor finding someone whom was worthy enough to make her companion. Being alone didn't disturb her, she preferred to be alone, she preferred the silence, the deathly darkness that surrounded her. She preferred misery to kindness and loves any day of her life. She shifted in her chair, staring out the window at the shining stars guarding the heaven from any harm. How she hated the heavens, and how she hated people whom claimed God really existed.

She stood to her feet, yanking her coat off of the coat rack and walking out of the apartment in one swift movement. Thoughts filled her mind. Thoughts of resentment and hate, thoughts of tears and pain, thoughts of anguish. There was no heaven to her and no God either. God was not her commander nor ruler, for he was evil to her. Bringing pain down to the people on Earth, making her the creature that she was. How she hated everything, how she hated it all. But then again, it was quite easy for the dark-haired vampire to hate, since it's one of her main emotions.

The cool wind gently caressed her hair and cheeks, as if it sensed the girls' anger. A small smile pulled at her lips, but died as quickly as it had came, like it usually did. The aura deep inside of her prevented her from being happy, reminding her of the dark and evil power that laid inside of her soul. The power that Setsuna had told her that when she was old enough she would use it to bring destruction to the planet. She believed her now, she didn't those many years ago, but now she did.

Hotaru felt a disturbance in the air, but she didn't bother in turning around, knowing whatever it was couldn't possibly harm her. She faintly heard light, graceful and careful footsteps behind her move closer, catching up with her own. The young vampire suddenly stopped, a smirk drawing its way onto her features. The footsteps stopped along with her, and the person behind her seemed quite close. In one swift movement, she spun around, but just as she did she was slammed against the wall by seemingly nothing.

Hotaru gave a startled choke, and once her vision came back clearer, it focused on an elegant boy with long silver hair, pressing her to the wall. The boy turned his attention to her neck, leaning his down to it with cold; laughing, brilliant green eyes. Just as he placed his lips on her neck, he pulled away quickly, hissing in surprise.

"Damnation," He muttered, eyeing her, "Your a creature of the cursed too, I presume?"

"I prefer creature of the damned," She growled, brushing herself off, "Would you be so kind in telling me who you are before I personally dominate your every breath of life?"

He looked slightly intimidated but kept his cool, folding his arms across his chest, "Look, I'm sorry, OK? I didn't know you were one of us."

She snorted coldly, "How could you possibly not know that I wasn't an immortal? Didn't you even observe the way I walked, or the way my skin was so deathly pale? What a fool."

"Would you back off," He snarled, "I didn't pay any attention to that. I was too hungry to have noticed any of that shit."

She waved her hand, turning around, "Yes, well don't let it happen again." She tugged her trench coat farther around her, and continued her path down the dark, dank streets of Paris.

The young man watched her leave with the same cold eyes, never blinking. He kept on staring in the same spot, long after the elegant vampire had disappeared, a feeling of sadness of washing over him. That young woman had held so much pain, not visible by expression, but was glowing in her amethyst eyes. He shuddered violently, tremors running through his body. But it was not the cold air that made him shiver, it was the noticeable anger and rage that was radiating from her gaze, and it certainly outdid the sadness by a long shot.

End Chapter Three.

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