A.N: Ok...so I lied. But I just came up with a really neat idea. This part is still in the past, but that means more story for you! Yay! Smile, be happy! *Rolls eyes* Nevermind.
Kiss of Immortal Death
Chapter Four
By SaturnsFirefly
1836 AD
Paris, France
Time was so short for most, but for a vampire it was so very long, so painfully long. Years pulled themselves by, with the same pattern as the last one. Waking, killing, and then sleeping. Nothing ever seemed to change for Hotaru, it was all put in place, never changing. But in the year of 1836, the vampire now 37 but physically still young, something happened that changed turned her miserable life around.
It was cold that night, so cold that it even had the dark haired vampire shivering in spite of herself. She had been roaming the streets, like she usually did before she actually went to search for her food. The moon was nowhere to be seen, hiding in the depths of the dark clouds, as were the stars. The lamplights were faintly lit, offering but a little light to dim the streets with. The darkness did not disturb her, but didn't put her at ease, either. It was strange for such blackness, such as this.
Hotaru stopped in the middle of the damp, gravel road, narrowing her eyes as she had not been in this part of the city before. It was a poor sight indeed, with crumbling steps, and houses that looked like they were about to collapse any minute. Some buildings lay in rubble, and rats poisoned most of the areas. She walked on, the rocks beneath her feet cracking and groveling. It mildly surprised her, to see this part of Paris, as it looked like a very nice city.
A soft crying broke her from her concentration. She looked up sharply, turning to focus on where the noise was coming from. It was coming from a pile of rubble beside a crumbling, old house. A frown spilled onto her features, but she moved on, stepping around the pile of rubble, eyes searching for the source that the crying was coming from.
She stopped on a young girl that looked to be no older then 8. Her red locks cascaded down her back, wide, beautiful green eyes filled with crystallized tears. Her dress was ragged and ripped, frayed with age, and spotted with dirt. She was cradling her arm in obvious pain, and whimpering soft cries. No emotion was bore on her features, she knelt beside the little girl, touching her should softly.
"Why are you crying, young one," Hotaru asked, her voice smooth and quiet.
The little girl glanced at her, managing a whisper, "My arm, madam. It hurts so much...it hurts so very much."
Hotaru's eyes fell to the arm she was holding out to her. With graceful, careful hands she took the slender arm, and examined it thoroughly. The skin was tanned lightly, indicating she hadn't been in the sun very much, but it was bruised darkly.
"It's just a little bruise, nothing to have a ruckus about," Hotaru said gently, before gently kissing the damaged arm.
The little girl jumped slightly, startled, "That burns...but coldly, madam. How could that be?"
A bitter smile replaced the gentle one, "A creature of the night has no other kiss but the one that burns of the icy rages of hell." She stroked a hand through the little girl's hair, "What is your name, little one?"
"Guneve le Rashall,"
"What a beautiful name, and it certainly fits you," The vampire said kindly, "So Guneve, what are you doing alone out here in the night?"
"Mama and papa left...they forgot me, though," Tears welled up in those gorgeous green eyes, "Do you think they'll realize they're missing me and come back?"
Her smile faltered, anger drifting into it, "No...I don't think they'll be coming back any time soon, dear heart."
Two sets of tears streamed down her sun kissed cheeks, "But why not? Don't they love me?"
"I'm sure they do, sweetheart," She murmured, wiping away the girls' tears with a chilling hand.
"Then why won't they come back?"
"I-I," She stumbled for words, trying to come up with an answer without hurting Guneve. She sighed, looking down, "I don't know why."
"I want them to come back though," Guneve cried, balling her little hands into fists at her side.
"Sometimes we don't always get what we want," Hotaru stood up and held a hand out to the young girl, "Come on. I'll take you home with me and get you cleaned up."
With slight hesitation the girl obeyed, moving from the rubble and onto the streets of Paris. Hotaru looked down at the girl, smiling tenderly when she saw her stumble along to keep up. She couldn't just clean the thing up and then abandon her...but Hotaru couldn't turn her into a vampire either. She wouldn't inflict such anguish on the beautiful, green-eyed girl. But it could be possible for her to take her in without changing her into a creature of the night.
Hotaru shifted her gaze to the night sky, which had seemed to clear up, the moon was now visible as were the stars. Maybe her life wouldn't be as lonely as she had thought it would be, now that she had finally found a companion.
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1842 AD
Paris, France
The next six years passed with flying colors for Hotaru, as she cared for Guneve and watched her grow. Guneve was no longer a little girl, now with the age of 14, and accepting and knowing what her 'mother' was. The teenaged girl was accustomed to sleeping during the day, getting the habit from the vampire. She didn't usually go out with Hotaru when she went to feed, but stayed inside reading or doing something of the sort. Most often when Hotaru came home from feeding, she would home-school the girl so she had some sort of knowledge.
Guneve had grown out of her child shyness, now an outgoing and spontaneous young girl. Her red locks continued to grow long, falling down to her waist, and her eyes had seemed to grow even bigger. During the years she had seemed to lost the little tan that she had, becoming paler with a beautiful moonbeam complexion. But in the month of October everything she was suddenly changed. It wasn't that cold out that night, and Hotaru had just returned from feeding, too tired to home-school Guneve.
The vampire sat on the couch, head in hands as if she had a headache. Surprisingly, Hotaru didn't hear Guneve enter the room. She looked up, though when she felt her sit down next to her on the couch, "Is...their something you want, Guwn?"
Guneve looked up from her hands, turning her green gaze to Hotaru, "You haven't fed, have you? Why is that?"
"I didn't feel like it," She muttered.
"But you will starve," Guneve protested, "Surely you need something.
"I need nothing, Guneve," Hotaru snapped, "Now let me be."
There was silence, and after several minutes of it, Hotaru thought the girl had left. But when she heard a shifting on the couch, she knew she hadn't left yet. The vampire let out a weary sigh and looked up again, over at the young girl, "What do you want?"
"I want to be released from my pain," The other whispered, "I want to be eternally damned, and walk the night beside you."
Hotaru sat there for a moment, pondering over those words, before realization dawned on what she was saying. She jumped hastily from the couch, narrowing her eyes sharply on the beauty before her, "You don't know what you are saying."
"I know damn well what I'm saying," She cried, also getting to her feet, "It's not fair that you get to live without the pain of life, while here I am, miserable and pained. I demand you to change me into a vampire!"
"No, damnit! I refuse to!"
"I order you too!" Guneve screamed, tears brimming her eyes, "I need to be one of you, I need to be immortal, to live forever being free and wild."
"You will die eventually," Hotaru informed angrily, slamming her hand into the wall, "Someday you'll make a mistake and it'll cost you your life!"
"I won't make a mistake," The other hissed, green eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Oh, but you will," She whispered, turning around sharply and stalking over to her, "Do you want this? Do you want to be a creature of the damned, cursed with pale skin and bright eyes for the rest of your pitiful life? Do you want a mortal to scream beneath your burning touch or kiss? Do you want to become a luster of blood-a *killer*?"
There was silence for several moments, before Guneve spoke softly and tenderly, "Please, Taru," The nickname softened Hotaru slightly, "I need to become your companion. I want this...please."
The young girl stepped closer to the vampire, offering smooth, ivory skin to her. Hotaru dropped her gaze from her eyes, staring blankly at the luscious neck before her. She was so hungry, so terribly hungry, and Guneve's neck looked awful appealing to her at the moment. She barley heard the girl whisper another plea, and then, before she had any idea what she was doing she ducked her head, biting gently down onto the sweet flesh.
Moments later the dark haired one pulled back, and if it wasn't for the strong arm supporting Guneve, the girl certainly would've collapsed. With her free hand she took a pocketknife from her pocket, cutting deeply into her own skin, and wiping a drop of blood from it. She placed the blood on Guneve's lips, and then let her go, watching with dead eyes as she collapsed to the floor. She sat down on the couch, resting her head in her hands miserably as the girl began to change.
Guneve's hair seemed to grow longer and shimmer in the moonlight, as her skin became even paler then it already was. Her teen grew their sharp canines, and her eyes burned brightly and harshly. Then the transformation was complete, and with shaky, un-supportive legs she got to her feet, a crooked smile placed on that beautiful face of hers.
"I hope you're happy," Hotaru whispered, voice barley audible.
Guneve hardly acknowledged her, walking out onto the terrace, and looking at the newfound beauty of the moon and stars with her vampire-eyes, "Oh, believe me, I am. Why do you ask?" She asked distractedly.
"You just took the last bit of human and love that I had in me," She said coolly, stirring in her seat, "You were innocence, Guneve...and in that innocence I found love and gentleness that I had never had before. But now...you are a walker of the night, creature of the damned, who will be condemned in hell." She waved her hand, the emotion in her voice and eyes seemed to be washed away, leaving it blank and cold, "You stole the little bit of life that I had in me away."
Guneve didn't respond, hearing her well, but still staring into the deep blue oceans of the sky, letting Hotaru's words sink in. The wind blew harshly and coldly, waving the new-founded vampire's red locks about. Then silence sank in, and the wind blew out the candle that was sitting ontop of a desk, leaving the two in complete darkness and an utter, painless stillness.
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1869 AD
Paris, France
The years seemed to drag themselves on by, like they did before she found Guneve. Hotaru didn't care anymore, though, she didn't care about anything, not since Guneve became a vampire. She was true to her word, overtime she spoke her tone was expressionless as were her eyes, she never smiled anymore, and took human life quick and easy no flicker of emotion every spreading throughout her. She would watch patiently as Guneve would torture her victim before feeding on it, and then they would move on.
Guneve had become a wretched little thing, killing without mercy and making her victims scream in pain and horror. Much like a younger version of Hotaru in fact, and the dark haired vampire noticed this but didn't care any other way. She never spoke any words of wisdom or gentleness to Guneve anymore, no longer did she care for the girl after she had became what she had. But now the duo were walking into the heart of Paris, exploring the city.
Guneve pulled her along deeper into more of the shabby parts of Paris. Hotaru instantly recognized the run down houses, ruins of old buildings and how the streets were infested with rats and mice. The red haired vampire wrinkled her nose in disgust, sniffing at the air, "Yuck. Who would want to live here?"
"You did," Hotaru said simply, "Until I took you from it, and home with me. Obviously that was a mistake."
Guneve stiffened slightly at her words but said nothing, releasing Hotaru's arm and taking a couple steps foreword, frowning, "Do you feel something? A disturbance? In the air?"
Hotaru paused for a moment, before nodding shortly, "Yes, I do. Probably just a street-rat, pay no attention to it. But it wouldn't bother you I guess, since you were one at a time in your life."
The other chose to ignore that comment as well, although slight anger flickered into her green orbs, and she said stuffily, "Well...whatever. I'm going to go look around some more."
With that she walked on, leaving Hotaru standing alone in the middle of the rocky street. She watched with uninterested amethyst eyes as the vampire disappeared behind a tall, poor looking building. Hotaru backed on to the crumbling sidewalk, sitting down on a pair of steps. It was always like this now, Hotaru being cold and bitter to Guneve while she ignored it, but sometimes the girl would snap and start screaming at her. She didn't care though, she didn't care about anything in this world now...
Even though Hotaru hated Guneve with a passion so deep in making her turn her into a vampire, she still had a part deep down inside of her that loved her. That loved the girl she knew before she was turned into a vampire. Of course, that part never escaped her, as she always pushed it down deeper when it tried to come back up when she was being cruel to Guneve. Hotaru knew that if anything would happen to Guneve she would loose all the sanity that was left in her. Guneve was her everything, was her little girl.
A shrill scream pierced the late night air, making Hotaru snap to attention, struggling to her feet. Panic rose in her for the first time in over twenty years, it was defiantly the scream of Guneve. She ran, as fast as she could go, stopping behind the building in which Guneve had gone behind and flaring her head wildly, looking for her. The younger vampire was nowhere to be seen. The scream broke out again, only this time it was farther, inside of the small house behind the building.
She flew up the stairs, fumbling with the doorknob, and when it didn't open she kicked it roughly, wrenching the door from the frame. Inside it was dark, pitch dark in fact, so that a mortal may not be able to see a thing. But Hotaru could see perfectly fine, and at that moment she wished she didn't. Inside was Guneve, a gaping whole in her heart, and a bloody stake on the floor next to her. The hunter had obviously fled, as the back door was wide open revealing the blank, cold night.
Hotaru bit back a cry, falling to her knees in front of Guneve. The whole in her heart was bleeding horribly, the blood of other people in which she had drank from. Guneve was still alive, shaking violently, bloodied hands now gripping at Hotaru's shirt.
"T-Taru," She stuttered, "I-I...I-I'm dying."
Tears flooded amethyst eyes, streaming down her pale cheeks. Hotaru hadn't remembered the last time she had cried...in fact...she didn't think she had ever cried in her whole period of being a vampire. She took the hand that was on her shoulder, holding it tightly as she stared into the frightened green eyes of her companion.
"I'm so sorry, Guwn," She whispered, "I'm so, so sorry."
"I-I..." Her knees gave out on her, and the vampire fell foreword into Hotaru's arm, still shaking, "T..Taru..I-I..l-lo-love y-you."
Hotaru held her fellow companion tightly, whispering, "Oh my love...my daughter...I love you too,"
Guneve coughed up a well amount of blood, crying out sharply in pain, before she relaxed in the other's arms, and "I-I guess...you...were right I made a mistake...I...I'm..sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry of," The other said gently.
"Yes...yes..I do," Guneve protested weakly, "And...and now..I am p-paying for it." She reached up a blood covered hand and touched Hotaru's face, "Re-rember me. We...will...always...be condemned together...in hatred...and love."
"Guneve..." Hotaru cried softly.
A smile spread on the red headed vampire's face, as she breathed, "G..goodbye, my love. I'll...see you...in...hell."
And then the vampire took in one last breath, before going limp in Hotaru's arms. Nothing moved for a long while, and Hotaru just held the dead vampire in her arms, rocking back and forth eyes staring into the blackness of the house. After awhile a sound broke out, soft and murmured, Hotaru singing a lullaby beneath her breath.
"Goodnight, my angel.
Time to close your eyes.
And save those questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me.
I think you know what I've been trying to say.
I promised I would never leave you.
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are.
I never will be far away."
Hotaru closed her eyes, more tears leaking out of them, as she held the bloody hand of Guneve tightly. She continued to sing through barley parted lips, her beautiful voice filling the dead, dank house.
"Goodnight, my angel.
Now it's time to sleep.
And still so many things I want to say.
Remember all the songs you sang for me?
When we went sailing on an emerald bay.
And like a boat out on the ocean.
I'm rocking you to sleep.
The waters dark.
And deep inside this ancient heart
You'll always be apart of me."
She closed Guneve's eyes, not bearing to have those gorgeous green eyes staring up at her. She raised her voice, the pain of it evident and she continued again, voice cracking.
"Goodnight, my angel.
Now it's time to dream.
And dream how wonderful your life will be.
Someday your child may cry.
And if you sing this lullaby.
Then in your heart.
There will always be apart of me."
She kissed her head, her own salty tears falling onto the dead vampire's cheeks. She began to finish the last part, sobbing loudly and miserably.
"Someday we'll all be gone.
But lullaby's go on and on.
They never die.
Thats how you and I...
Will be."
She tilted her head back, letting the tears roll freely, as a whisper escaped her lips, "Thats how you and I...will be."
Then the rugged place of Paris became enveloped in a deathly silence again, the only sound to be heard was the heart-wrenching sobs of Hotaru, that shattered it to pieces.
End Chapter Four.
End Notes: This part was kinda sad ^^;;. Anyway, PLEASE review! Even if you've already reviewed before review again! I won't continue without at least ONE review, so please review!
Kiss of Immortal Death
Chapter Four
By SaturnsFirefly
1836 AD
Paris, France
Time was so short for most, but for a vampire it was so very long, so painfully long. Years pulled themselves by, with the same pattern as the last one. Waking, killing, and then sleeping. Nothing ever seemed to change for Hotaru, it was all put in place, never changing. But in the year of 1836, the vampire now 37 but physically still young, something happened that changed turned her miserable life around.
It was cold that night, so cold that it even had the dark haired vampire shivering in spite of herself. She had been roaming the streets, like she usually did before she actually went to search for her food. The moon was nowhere to be seen, hiding in the depths of the dark clouds, as were the stars. The lamplights were faintly lit, offering but a little light to dim the streets with. The darkness did not disturb her, but didn't put her at ease, either. It was strange for such blackness, such as this.
Hotaru stopped in the middle of the damp, gravel road, narrowing her eyes as she had not been in this part of the city before. It was a poor sight indeed, with crumbling steps, and houses that looked like they were about to collapse any minute. Some buildings lay in rubble, and rats poisoned most of the areas. She walked on, the rocks beneath her feet cracking and groveling. It mildly surprised her, to see this part of Paris, as it looked like a very nice city.
A soft crying broke her from her concentration. She looked up sharply, turning to focus on where the noise was coming from. It was coming from a pile of rubble beside a crumbling, old house. A frown spilled onto her features, but she moved on, stepping around the pile of rubble, eyes searching for the source that the crying was coming from.
She stopped on a young girl that looked to be no older then 8. Her red locks cascaded down her back, wide, beautiful green eyes filled with crystallized tears. Her dress was ragged and ripped, frayed with age, and spotted with dirt. She was cradling her arm in obvious pain, and whimpering soft cries. No emotion was bore on her features, she knelt beside the little girl, touching her should softly.
"Why are you crying, young one," Hotaru asked, her voice smooth and quiet.
The little girl glanced at her, managing a whisper, "My arm, madam. It hurts so much...it hurts so very much."
Hotaru's eyes fell to the arm she was holding out to her. With graceful, careful hands she took the slender arm, and examined it thoroughly. The skin was tanned lightly, indicating she hadn't been in the sun very much, but it was bruised darkly.
"It's just a little bruise, nothing to have a ruckus about," Hotaru said gently, before gently kissing the damaged arm.
The little girl jumped slightly, startled, "That burns...but coldly, madam. How could that be?"
A bitter smile replaced the gentle one, "A creature of the night has no other kiss but the one that burns of the icy rages of hell." She stroked a hand through the little girl's hair, "What is your name, little one?"
"Guneve le Rashall,"
"What a beautiful name, and it certainly fits you," The vampire said kindly, "So Guneve, what are you doing alone out here in the night?"
"Mama and papa left...they forgot me, though," Tears welled up in those gorgeous green eyes, "Do you think they'll realize they're missing me and come back?"
Her smile faltered, anger drifting into it, "No...I don't think they'll be coming back any time soon, dear heart."
Two sets of tears streamed down her sun kissed cheeks, "But why not? Don't they love me?"
"I'm sure they do, sweetheart," She murmured, wiping away the girls' tears with a chilling hand.
"Then why won't they come back?"
"I-I," She stumbled for words, trying to come up with an answer without hurting Guneve. She sighed, looking down, "I don't know why."
"I want them to come back though," Guneve cried, balling her little hands into fists at her side.
"Sometimes we don't always get what we want," Hotaru stood up and held a hand out to the young girl, "Come on. I'll take you home with me and get you cleaned up."
With slight hesitation the girl obeyed, moving from the rubble and onto the streets of Paris. Hotaru looked down at the girl, smiling tenderly when she saw her stumble along to keep up. She couldn't just clean the thing up and then abandon her...but Hotaru couldn't turn her into a vampire either. She wouldn't inflict such anguish on the beautiful, green-eyed girl. But it could be possible for her to take her in without changing her into a creature of the night.
Hotaru shifted her gaze to the night sky, which had seemed to clear up, the moon was now visible as were the stars. Maybe her life wouldn't be as lonely as she had thought it would be, now that she had finally found a companion.
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1842 AD
Paris, France
The next six years passed with flying colors for Hotaru, as she cared for Guneve and watched her grow. Guneve was no longer a little girl, now with the age of 14, and accepting and knowing what her 'mother' was. The teenaged girl was accustomed to sleeping during the day, getting the habit from the vampire. She didn't usually go out with Hotaru when she went to feed, but stayed inside reading or doing something of the sort. Most often when Hotaru came home from feeding, she would home-school the girl so she had some sort of knowledge.
Guneve had grown out of her child shyness, now an outgoing and spontaneous young girl. Her red locks continued to grow long, falling down to her waist, and her eyes had seemed to grow even bigger. During the years she had seemed to lost the little tan that she had, becoming paler with a beautiful moonbeam complexion. But in the month of October everything she was suddenly changed. It wasn't that cold out that night, and Hotaru had just returned from feeding, too tired to home-school Guneve.
The vampire sat on the couch, head in hands as if she had a headache. Surprisingly, Hotaru didn't hear Guneve enter the room. She looked up, though when she felt her sit down next to her on the couch, "Is...their something you want, Guwn?"
Guneve looked up from her hands, turning her green gaze to Hotaru, "You haven't fed, have you? Why is that?"
"I didn't feel like it," She muttered.
"But you will starve," Guneve protested, "Surely you need something.
"I need nothing, Guneve," Hotaru snapped, "Now let me be."
There was silence, and after several minutes of it, Hotaru thought the girl had left. But when she heard a shifting on the couch, she knew she hadn't left yet. The vampire let out a weary sigh and looked up again, over at the young girl, "What do you want?"
"I want to be released from my pain," The other whispered, "I want to be eternally damned, and walk the night beside you."
Hotaru sat there for a moment, pondering over those words, before realization dawned on what she was saying. She jumped hastily from the couch, narrowing her eyes sharply on the beauty before her, "You don't know what you are saying."
"I know damn well what I'm saying," She cried, also getting to her feet, "It's not fair that you get to live without the pain of life, while here I am, miserable and pained. I demand you to change me into a vampire!"
"No, damnit! I refuse to!"
"I order you too!" Guneve screamed, tears brimming her eyes, "I need to be one of you, I need to be immortal, to live forever being free and wild."
"You will die eventually," Hotaru informed angrily, slamming her hand into the wall, "Someday you'll make a mistake and it'll cost you your life!"
"I won't make a mistake," The other hissed, green eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Oh, but you will," She whispered, turning around sharply and stalking over to her, "Do you want this? Do you want to be a creature of the damned, cursed with pale skin and bright eyes for the rest of your pitiful life? Do you want a mortal to scream beneath your burning touch or kiss? Do you want to become a luster of blood-a *killer*?"
There was silence for several moments, before Guneve spoke softly and tenderly, "Please, Taru," The nickname softened Hotaru slightly, "I need to become your companion. I want this...please."
The young girl stepped closer to the vampire, offering smooth, ivory skin to her. Hotaru dropped her gaze from her eyes, staring blankly at the luscious neck before her. She was so hungry, so terribly hungry, and Guneve's neck looked awful appealing to her at the moment. She barley heard the girl whisper another plea, and then, before she had any idea what she was doing she ducked her head, biting gently down onto the sweet flesh.
Moments later the dark haired one pulled back, and if it wasn't for the strong arm supporting Guneve, the girl certainly would've collapsed. With her free hand she took a pocketknife from her pocket, cutting deeply into her own skin, and wiping a drop of blood from it. She placed the blood on Guneve's lips, and then let her go, watching with dead eyes as she collapsed to the floor. She sat down on the couch, resting her head in her hands miserably as the girl began to change.
Guneve's hair seemed to grow longer and shimmer in the moonlight, as her skin became even paler then it already was. Her teen grew their sharp canines, and her eyes burned brightly and harshly. Then the transformation was complete, and with shaky, un-supportive legs she got to her feet, a crooked smile placed on that beautiful face of hers.
"I hope you're happy," Hotaru whispered, voice barley audible.
Guneve hardly acknowledged her, walking out onto the terrace, and looking at the newfound beauty of the moon and stars with her vampire-eyes, "Oh, believe me, I am. Why do you ask?" She asked distractedly.
"You just took the last bit of human and love that I had in me," She said coolly, stirring in her seat, "You were innocence, Guneve...and in that innocence I found love and gentleness that I had never had before. But now...you are a walker of the night, creature of the damned, who will be condemned in hell." She waved her hand, the emotion in her voice and eyes seemed to be washed away, leaving it blank and cold, "You stole the little bit of life that I had in me away."
Guneve didn't respond, hearing her well, but still staring into the deep blue oceans of the sky, letting Hotaru's words sink in. The wind blew harshly and coldly, waving the new-founded vampire's red locks about. Then silence sank in, and the wind blew out the candle that was sitting ontop of a desk, leaving the two in complete darkness and an utter, painless stillness.
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1869 AD
Paris, France
The years seemed to drag themselves on by, like they did before she found Guneve. Hotaru didn't care anymore, though, she didn't care about anything, not since Guneve became a vampire. She was true to her word, overtime she spoke her tone was expressionless as were her eyes, she never smiled anymore, and took human life quick and easy no flicker of emotion every spreading throughout her. She would watch patiently as Guneve would torture her victim before feeding on it, and then they would move on.
Guneve had become a wretched little thing, killing without mercy and making her victims scream in pain and horror. Much like a younger version of Hotaru in fact, and the dark haired vampire noticed this but didn't care any other way. She never spoke any words of wisdom or gentleness to Guneve anymore, no longer did she care for the girl after she had became what she had. But now the duo were walking into the heart of Paris, exploring the city.
Guneve pulled her along deeper into more of the shabby parts of Paris. Hotaru instantly recognized the run down houses, ruins of old buildings and how the streets were infested with rats and mice. The red haired vampire wrinkled her nose in disgust, sniffing at the air, "Yuck. Who would want to live here?"
"You did," Hotaru said simply, "Until I took you from it, and home with me. Obviously that was a mistake."
Guneve stiffened slightly at her words but said nothing, releasing Hotaru's arm and taking a couple steps foreword, frowning, "Do you feel something? A disturbance? In the air?"
Hotaru paused for a moment, before nodding shortly, "Yes, I do. Probably just a street-rat, pay no attention to it. But it wouldn't bother you I guess, since you were one at a time in your life."
The other chose to ignore that comment as well, although slight anger flickered into her green orbs, and she said stuffily, "Well...whatever. I'm going to go look around some more."
With that she walked on, leaving Hotaru standing alone in the middle of the rocky street. She watched with uninterested amethyst eyes as the vampire disappeared behind a tall, poor looking building. Hotaru backed on to the crumbling sidewalk, sitting down on a pair of steps. It was always like this now, Hotaru being cold and bitter to Guneve while she ignored it, but sometimes the girl would snap and start screaming at her. She didn't care though, she didn't care about anything in this world now...
Even though Hotaru hated Guneve with a passion so deep in making her turn her into a vampire, she still had a part deep down inside of her that loved her. That loved the girl she knew before she was turned into a vampire. Of course, that part never escaped her, as she always pushed it down deeper when it tried to come back up when she was being cruel to Guneve. Hotaru knew that if anything would happen to Guneve she would loose all the sanity that was left in her. Guneve was her everything, was her little girl.
A shrill scream pierced the late night air, making Hotaru snap to attention, struggling to her feet. Panic rose in her for the first time in over twenty years, it was defiantly the scream of Guneve. She ran, as fast as she could go, stopping behind the building in which Guneve had gone behind and flaring her head wildly, looking for her. The younger vampire was nowhere to be seen. The scream broke out again, only this time it was farther, inside of the small house behind the building.
She flew up the stairs, fumbling with the doorknob, and when it didn't open she kicked it roughly, wrenching the door from the frame. Inside it was dark, pitch dark in fact, so that a mortal may not be able to see a thing. But Hotaru could see perfectly fine, and at that moment she wished she didn't. Inside was Guneve, a gaping whole in her heart, and a bloody stake on the floor next to her. The hunter had obviously fled, as the back door was wide open revealing the blank, cold night.
Hotaru bit back a cry, falling to her knees in front of Guneve. The whole in her heart was bleeding horribly, the blood of other people in which she had drank from. Guneve was still alive, shaking violently, bloodied hands now gripping at Hotaru's shirt.
"T-Taru," She stuttered, "I-I...I-I'm dying."
Tears flooded amethyst eyes, streaming down her pale cheeks. Hotaru hadn't remembered the last time she had cried...in fact...she didn't think she had ever cried in her whole period of being a vampire. She took the hand that was on her shoulder, holding it tightly as she stared into the frightened green eyes of her companion.
"I'm so sorry, Guwn," She whispered, "I'm so, so sorry."
"I-I..." Her knees gave out on her, and the vampire fell foreword into Hotaru's arm, still shaking, "T..Taru..I-I..l-lo-love y-you."
Hotaru held her fellow companion tightly, whispering, "Oh my love...my daughter...I love you too,"
Guneve coughed up a well amount of blood, crying out sharply in pain, before she relaxed in the other's arms, and "I-I guess...you...were right I made a mistake...I...I'm..sorry."
"You have nothing to be sorry of," The other said gently.
"Yes...yes..I do," Guneve protested weakly, "And...and now..I am p-paying for it." She reached up a blood covered hand and touched Hotaru's face, "Re-rember me. We...will...always...be condemned together...in hatred...and love."
"Guneve..." Hotaru cried softly.
A smile spread on the red headed vampire's face, as she breathed, "G..goodbye, my love. I'll...see you...in...hell."
And then the vampire took in one last breath, before going limp in Hotaru's arms. Nothing moved for a long while, and Hotaru just held the dead vampire in her arms, rocking back and forth eyes staring into the blackness of the house. After awhile a sound broke out, soft and murmured, Hotaru singing a lullaby beneath her breath.
"Goodnight, my angel.
Time to close your eyes.
And save those questions for another day.
I think I know what you've been asking me.
I think you know what I've been trying to say.
I promised I would never leave you.
And you should always know
Wherever you may go
No matter where you are.
I never will be far away."
Hotaru closed her eyes, more tears leaking out of them, as she held the bloody hand of Guneve tightly. She continued to sing through barley parted lips, her beautiful voice filling the dead, dank house.
"Goodnight, my angel.
Now it's time to sleep.
And still so many things I want to say.
Remember all the songs you sang for me?
When we went sailing on an emerald bay.
And like a boat out on the ocean.
I'm rocking you to sleep.
The waters dark.
And deep inside this ancient heart
You'll always be apart of me."
She closed Guneve's eyes, not bearing to have those gorgeous green eyes staring up at her. She raised her voice, the pain of it evident and she continued again, voice cracking.
"Goodnight, my angel.
Now it's time to dream.
And dream how wonderful your life will be.
Someday your child may cry.
And if you sing this lullaby.
Then in your heart.
There will always be apart of me."
She kissed her head, her own salty tears falling onto the dead vampire's cheeks. She began to finish the last part, sobbing loudly and miserably.
"Someday we'll all be gone.
But lullaby's go on and on.
They never die.
Thats how you and I...
Will be."
She tilted her head back, letting the tears roll freely, as a whisper escaped her lips, "Thats how you and I...will be."
Then the rugged place of Paris became enveloped in a deathly silence again, the only sound to be heard was the heart-wrenching sobs of Hotaru, that shattered it to pieces.
End Chapter Four.
End Notes: This part was kinda sad ^^;;. Anyway, PLEASE review! Even if you've already reviewed before review again! I won't continue without at least ONE review, so please review!
