Chapter 5: The Virgin Crow
I walked slowly home that night, wishing only to rest. As I walked down the streets of Fannellia, I noticed that those who had been "partying" the night I had been awken, they were out again. Instantly, they reminded me of my brother. How my brother always wanted to go out and be with these people, and how he did go out and be with these people. It upset me, of course.
What bothered me about these people the most was that they showed nothing but lust for one another. It was quite sick. Whores and pimps walked around, practically wearing nothing, as I dodged hoping to be left alone by them. The last thing that I needed was to try and be suduced by a whore. So I decided to take the alleys home. It was quicker as well.
As I walked behind the newly built buildings I noticed they already seemed dirty as though they had been up for years. I had to admit, it was quite odd but I didn't really keep that on my mind. What did take me out of that transe however was when I heard some screaming. Of course I figured some girl . and well you get the point. But then I heard a real scream, a cry for help.
Quickly I followed the cries down towards one of the dead ends to find out who was in trouble. You would not believe what I saw by the time I reached that girl. I thought these "things" only existed in books, they were legends but right before my eyes I was proven wrong.
Right before me, holding a dead girl in his arms was a vampire. He saw me and threw the girl to the ground, slowly walking up to me. I looked at him in digust yet in a shocked expression as well.
"Well, well, well what do we have here? Hmm . a boy who wants to be a hero? May as well back off, I've delt with many of those and they never win," he hissed.
I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked at the girl, obviously now dead . obivously she was a whore, which meant nothing to me. Why should I care for a girl who gets paid to risk the fact of which she may get murdered on the job?
"You're mistaken," it was all I said.
"Mistaken? That's a new one, I've never been "mistaken" before."
He looked me up and down, circling me like I was his prey or something of the sort. I could feel his eyes burning into me; he was obviously no human that I knew of. He bared his fangs, trying to scare me of course. I wasn't afraid, I was already dead, what harm could he do to me?
"You're not an ordinary boy. There's something different about you." He then faced me, still baring his fangs.
I looked at him; a blank expression painted on my face as I then studied him. He had long silver hair that tied into a ponytail at his back. He wore normal black paints along with a black shirt. Over him, he wore a long, black jacket. Similar to mine, however mine was brown.
"How'd you guess?" I asked.
He sniffed the air; I had no idea what he was trying to do. Then he smiled, and put a hand on my shoulder, laughing slightly. Smaller then me, I obviously noticed. He looked up at me and smirked.
"You're dead too!"
"You're a vampire . right?" I had to make things clear.
"Of course. But you're obviously not. I noticed you're quite pale, but these marks on your face aren't any marks of a vampire . tell me, tell me your story. What type of dead are you, exactly?"
He slowly walked back and sat on a wooden box, interested to hear my story. I wasn't interested in telling him my story, but I may as well tell me before he started to suggest I might even be alive.
"A crow . I'm The Crow. I was killed, murdered by an unknown source. The same source who murdered Princess Millerna-"
"Ah yes, I heard about the death of the Princess. Such a pity, I wish I had done it myself, but her blood was pure. I only drink from the sinful blood. But anyways, go on," he insisted.
"Well, I was brought back from the dead, and I must find my murderer. That is all I know . it's not like theres something that can tell you every single detail. I just know I must set the wrong things right . but why are you so interested in this?"
"I don't meet very many crows young man. I consider this an honour. I sincerely hope none of the people I kill come back like you."
"I hardly doubt-"
"Anyways, my name is Mauvais. And your's is . asuming you have another name besides "The Crow"?"
"Rice Corivis."
"Nice to meet you Rice Corvis. Odd name really. So tell me, are you any way close to your killer?"
"Possibly. Why did you murder that girl?" I pointed to the dead body.
"She's a waste of flesh. Plus, I need the blood to live. What do you need to live? Food, or blood like I need?"
"The blood of my killer." I retorted.
"I like your thinking. Well, my dear Crow! I shall help you find your killer, and then we shall go our separate ways. I haven't had a good hunt in a long time." said Mauvais.
I smirked; more help would be fine. After thinking of the bloody death of my killer, I was snapped out of my daydreaming by the arm around my neck leading me towards the streets. Mauvais decided to take the streets to go somewhere, obviously not my home.
"Where are we going?" I snapped.
"Well, my young friend I am taking you to a feeding. You have immense strength that you don't even know about, so you're going to help me feed. Plus you're a handsome young man, I highly suspect you are irresistible to the women . am I right?"
"I wouldn't know."
"You're saying you have never been in love? Let alone have a girl take you?" he yelled.
I blushed at his acusation. We stopped as Mauvais turned to look at me; he smiled while doing so. He had something sinister up his sleeve.
"Well . now I know why you were brought back," he spoke mockingly to me.
I had no idea what this was supposed to mean! Was I being made fun of by a vampire? Especially, possibly knowing what he meant. So all I could do was blush, but it had been hard to see.
"Explain to me what you mean," I asked him.
"You know what I mean."
"Tell me what you mean!" I was now shouting.
He smirked as he walked around me. I felt uncomfortable under his touch. He had his large hands on my back as he circled me. I begun to question his . well you understand.
"You died a virgin."
Again I blushed; I had never felt so embarrassed in my entire life. A short life, of course but still it was quite embarrassing for me. I could hear his evil laugh behind me. I turned to shout at him in my defense but he had already left. I stood there, turning around and around trying to guess what direction he may have gone in. I waited where I was, waiting for him to come back if he were to come back. I kept replaying the conversation over and over again and how much embarrassment I went through.
After about ten minutes of waiting I decided to leave. I had waited ten minutes for this man to return, was I that lonely? I suppose that's for you to decide. As I stood up from the street to walk home I noticed Mauvais had returned with two whores on each side of him. He smirked at me when I eyed them; I had no idea what to do.
"Well, my dear Crow. I believe this is your chance," he laughed.
I had to look at him, unsure of what to really do. I wasn't going to let these girls . I wasn't even going to look at them. Mauvais came to me, as both girls stood behind him, eyeing both of us.
"What the hell is this?" I snapped.
"I'm letting have the time of your . new life."
"I want no part of this."
"Well, I can't have both at the same time. I need your help, as you remember me saying so, my friend."
"With what? To kill them?"
"Of course."
I sighed as I looked at the girls. They looked more then just whores, possibly thieves as well. And maybe Mauvais had seen the same thing in them. It was new to me to realize that Mauvais only killed the sinful. I recalled not being sinful at all, yet I was murdered. Strange, really.
Then, something kicked into me, something I never thought was really there. I wanted to kill these girls; I wanted to watch them die. I looked down at Mauvais as he smiled at me. He saw it too, the change.
"Lets go then."
We walked back into the alley where I had met my new friend. One of the girls seemed to grow fond of Mauvais. He brought her down further into the alley. I watched him as he kissed her, slowly making his way towards her neck. Then, as I watched with the other whore on my left side, I could hear her scream as he bit down onto her neck taking all but the last drop of her blood.
The girl next to me realized what was happenning, her "friend" was being killed by a vampire, and she stood there in horror, as I would not let her go. She screamed and screamed as I finally turned to her, grabbing her neck and snapping it so she died in an instant.
I let her fall out of my arms and onto the solid ground. As she hit it, blood begun to leak from her head. I smiled, watching the whore bleed. Obviously not to death, for once I snapped her neck, of course she was killed immidiatly.
As I watched her, I felt a hand on my back. I quickly turned to see some man with a knife reading to dig it into my back. As I looked down at the man, he looked up at me in horror. I found this night was getting quite good. Now I understood what Mauvais was talking about.
I let the man stab me in the stomache. I began to fake my own death. I slowly dropped to the ground as he leant over me, watching as I acted out my death. Once I closed my eyes, letting him asume I was dead; he leaned over me practically face to face with me as could smell alcohol in his breath. I opened my eyes, quickly grabbing his neck as well, snapping it so he ended up with the same fait as the whore next to me.
I stood up as I pushed the man off of me. I felt good and secure about myself. It was a sure thing now, I was invincible and nothing could stop me. Not even the greatest of all demons. After looking down at the two bodies, I headed towards Mauvais. He had just finished with his dessert.
"I see you're learning well. I take it you don't drink the blood as I do?"
"No, I need nothing to live."
I smiled as we headed towards the streets once again. I was finished with humans for the night. But what seemed to surprise Mauvais was how willing I was to "listen" to him.
"I just don't understand it, my young friend. I would think most boys your age would do the exact opposite of what I ask them to do. From when I ask them to join me, or if I should join them. Or to kill as well."
"First of all Mauvais, I'm not your ordinary seventeen year old boy. I am a young man who seeks revenge. And as I told Celena . I will kill anyone or anything that gets in my way or . as I am adding now, that annoys me. I am at the end of my rope and I will stop at nothing to find my killer, even if it means that I must kill the innocent or the sinful."
"Slow down there, Rice. First of all, too much vengance will take over your heart. Whether it is beating or not. You mustn't let the person who killed you control you now. They obviously know you're after them, so do not asume they will beg for their life infront of you. People aren't what they seem. Humans are indecent creatures and must never be under-estimated. When you asume they are peaceful and kind, they stab you in the heart. When you asume they are vicious and ruthless you may think they would want another chance on their death bed, its not true. They'll kill you before they let anyone kill them. And second of all . Celena, is she a love of yours? Because you make it quite clear she knows about your death."
"Celena . Celena is a friend. Not a love. She is Celena Shezar, the one to marry King Van-"
"Do not claim these humans to be Kings or Queens. They are rude; you shall only speak with them as though you're on a first name basis with them. Anyways, go on."
"As I was saying, she is to marry Van. She'll become Queen of Fannellia, however she wishes that his love would come back, making it so that she would not have to wed him."
"Who said his love must come back for her to get out of the wedding?"
"Excuse me?"
"Take her away with you. You're friends, she hates Van. Why shouldn't you take her away?"
"Because she doesn't realize how lucky she is to marry into rich. She doesn't realize that-"
"Yes I understand, but you're not getting my point. SHE'S YOUR FRIEND! Of which I still think you have feelings for the girl if she knows you're not "officially" dead."
"I wish to be left alone. This is the hell I've been brought to Mauvais, not a heaven. You're a friend, not a lover. She is a friend, barely a friend really . but I wish to let things carry on as though I was never brought back."
"Well, my dear Crow . you love her and that's that. I don't want to hear any arguments I know an infatuation when I see one. You care so much for the girl that you wish for her to be happy."
I wanted to argue with him so desperatly, but I felt I would be ignoring his wishes so I let his acusations go . this time that is. Next time he brings something up like this, I assured myself I would fight back.
I walked down to my "home" with Mauvais, he insisted that he knew where I lived. Most likely to drop in at any time he wanted to, of which I could see happenning quite a lot.
We walked upstairs to one of those old beaten up apartments that hadn't been touched for years. Of course, this was just a little ways out of Fannellia, for these areas had not been touched. I opened the door to where I was "living" in I suppose you could say. All there was, was a window a very old bed and a fire place.
Mauvais laughed as he looked around. I shut the door behind us. I wasn't the only one living here, a lot of people who couldn't afford apartments or houses in Fannellia lived here. It was for free, and there weren't any managers for the place, so it wasn't in the greatest of shape either. But it would do for me.
"Well, you sure have some style. Nothing personal here for anyone to realize anyone actually live here," laughed Mauvais.
"Not like I'm here half of the time."
"I know that. But still, even my coffin has a little touch up. You know, pictures and such."
"Pictures of who? You're next victums?"
I sighed as I looked out of the window. It was starting to rain and I as getting tired. I yawned, tired of the night, for I had been waiting for the morning all night long. I could feel arms wrap around my waist. Now this felt awkward. I began to wonder if Mauvais was ... well gay. I could hear his laugh, as I looked outside, wide-eyed at his touch.
"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?" he said cooly.
"I uh . I'm not feeling so-"
"I figured so. Oh well, that's what I get for befriending a virgin." he was taunting me.
I turned around trying to escape his arms. But he just rested his hands on my hips. He was small, but still I felt as though he could over powere me.
"Well, I best be going. The sun is coming up soon. I'll be back tonight. Goodbye Crow."
With that said he left. I sank to the floor feeling almost . well violated. I hated this, everything. I brought my knees up to my chest as I layed my head burried inbetween. I wanted to the world to just . to just go away. I was dead to the world, but for Celena's world I was still alive, let alone Mauvais.
As the night's story kept passing through my head over and over again, from Celena's friendly kiss to my new friend Mauvais and how he wrapped his arms around me. I felt as though I should do this all on my own. But I didn't want to be alone . I wanted to be with someone.
Sure I had the bird, but it wouldn't be good enough. I've never had . well, to be perfectly honest with you I had never had any friends before. I had always been alone. To most people I was just the big brother of the little troublemaker . but to Celena I was "the sweet stable boy". And to Mauvais I was the virgin crow . either way I felt whole with these people. Not alone, not scared . whole, whole and happy.
A/N: Told ya it would get a little different. This story is really different from my previous writing, and that's why I love it so much. Ann Rice inspired the whole vampire thing with: Interview with a Vampire. Mauvais is basically my simple version of Lestat. That's right . SIMPLE! And I'm not even half way into the book, so you could imagine how Lestat really is. Anyways, if you read drop a review!
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I walked slowly home that night, wishing only to rest. As I walked down the streets of Fannellia, I noticed that those who had been "partying" the night I had been awken, they were out again. Instantly, they reminded me of my brother. How my brother always wanted to go out and be with these people, and how he did go out and be with these people. It upset me, of course.
What bothered me about these people the most was that they showed nothing but lust for one another. It was quite sick. Whores and pimps walked around, practically wearing nothing, as I dodged hoping to be left alone by them. The last thing that I needed was to try and be suduced by a whore. So I decided to take the alleys home. It was quicker as well.
As I walked behind the newly built buildings I noticed they already seemed dirty as though they had been up for years. I had to admit, it was quite odd but I didn't really keep that on my mind. What did take me out of that transe however was when I heard some screaming. Of course I figured some girl . and well you get the point. But then I heard a real scream, a cry for help.
Quickly I followed the cries down towards one of the dead ends to find out who was in trouble. You would not believe what I saw by the time I reached that girl. I thought these "things" only existed in books, they were legends but right before my eyes I was proven wrong.
Right before me, holding a dead girl in his arms was a vampire. He saw me and threw the girl to the ground, slowly walking up to me. I looked at him in digust yet in a shocked expression as well.
"Well, well, well what do we have here? Hmm . a boy who wants to be a hero? May as well back off, I've delt with many of those and they never win," he hissed.
I had no idea what he was talking about. I looked at the girl, obviously now dead . obivously she was a whore, which meant nothing to me. Why should I care for a girl who gets paid to risk the fact of which she may get murdered on the job?
"You're mistaken," it was all I said.
"Mistaken? That's a new one, I've never been "mistaken" before."
He looked me up and down, circling me like I was his prey or something of the sort. I could feel his eyes burning into me; he was obviously no human that I knew of. He bared his fangs, trying to scare me of course. I wasn't afraid, I was already dead, what harm could he do to me?
"You're not an ordinary boy. There's something different about you." He then faced me, still baring his fangs.
I looked at him; a blank expression painted on my face as I then studied him. He had long silver hair that tied into a ponytail at his back. He wore normal black paints along with a black shirt. Over him, he wore a long, black jacket. Similar to mine, however mine was brown.
"How'd you guess?" I asked.
He sniffed the air; I had no idea what he was trying to do. Then he smiled, and put a hand on my shoulder, laughing slightly. Smaller then me, I obviously noticed. He looked up at me and smirked.
"You're dead too!"
"You're a vampire . right?" I had to make things clear.
"Of course. But you're obviously not. I noticed you're quite pale, but these marks on your face aren't any marks of a vampire . tell me, tell me your story. What type of dead are you, exactly?"
He slowly walked back and sat on a wooden box, interested to hear my story. I wasn't interested in telling him my story, but I may as well tell me before he started to suggest I might even be alive.
"A crow . I'm The Crow. I was killed, murdered by an unknown source. The same source who murdered Princess Millerna-"
"Ah yes, I heard about the death of the Princess. Such a pity, I wish I had done it myself, but her blood was pure. I only drink from the sinful blood. But anyways, go on," he insisted.
"Well, I was brought back from the dead, and I must find my murderer. That is all I know . it's not like theres something that can tell you every single detail. I just know I must set the wrong things right . but why are you so interested in this?"
"I don't meet very many crows young man. I consider this an honour. I sincerely hope none of the people I kill come back like you."
"I hardly doubt-"
"Anyways, my name is Mauvais. And your's is . asuming you have another name besides "The Crow"?"
"Rice Corivis."
"Nice to meet you Rice Corvis. Odd name really. So tell me, are you any way close to your killer?"
"Possibly. Why did you murder that girl?" I pointed to the dead body.
"She's a waste of flesh. Plus, I need the blood to live. What do you need to live? Food, or blood like I need?"
"The blood of my killer." I retorted.
"I like your thinking. Well, my dear Crow! I shall help you find your killer, and then we shall go our separate ways. I haven't had a good hunt in a long time." said Mauvais.
I smirked; more help would be fine. After thinking of the bloody death of my killer, I was snapped out of my daydreaming by the arm around my neck leading me towards the streets. Mauvais decided to take the streets to go somewhere, obviously not my home.
"Where are we going?" I snapped.
"Well, my young friend I am taking you to a feeding. You have immense strength that you don't even know about, so you're going to help me feed. Plus you're a handsome young man, I highly suspect you are irresistible to the women . am I right?"
"I wouldn't know."
"You're saying you have never been in love? Let alone have a girl take you?" he yelled.
I blushed at his acusation. We stopped as Mauvais turned to look at me; he smiled while doing so. He had something sinister up his sleeve.
"Well . now I know why you were brought back," he spoke mockingly to me.
I had no idea what this was supposed to mean! Was I being made fun of by a vampire? Especially, possibly knowing what he meant. So all I could do was blush, but it had been hard to see.
"Explain to me what you mean," I asked him.
"You know what I mean."
"Tell me what you mean!" I was now shouting.
He smirked as he walked around me. I felt uncomfortable under his touch. He had his large hands on my back as he circled me. I begun to question his . well you understand.
"You died a virgin."
Again I blushed; I had never felt so embarrassed in my entire life. A short life, of course but still it was quite embarrassing for me. I could hear his evil laugh behind me. I turned to shout at him in my defense but he had already left. I stood there, turning around and around trying to guess what direction he may have gone in. I waited where I was, waiting for him to come back if he were to come back. I kept replaying the conversation over and over again and how much embarrassment I went through.
After about ten minutes of waiting I decided to leave. I had waited ten minutes for this man to return, was I that lonely? I suppose that's for you to decide. As I stood up from the street to walk home I noticed Mauvais had returned with two whores on each side of him. He smirked at me when I eyed them; I had no idea what to do.
"Well, my dear Crow. I believe this is your chance," he laughed.
I had to look at him, unsure of what to really do. I wasn't going to let these girls . I wasn't even going to look at them. Mauvais came to me, as both girls stood behind him, eyeing both of us.
"What the hell is this?" I snapped.
"I'm letting have the time of your . new life."
"I want no part of this."
"Well, I can't have both at the same time. I need your help, as you remember me saying so, my friend."
"With what? To kill them?"
"Of course."
I sighed as I looked at the girls. They looked more then just whores, possibly thieves as well. And maybe Mauvais had seen the same thing in them. It was new to me to realize that Mauvais only killed the sinful. I recalled not being sinful at all, yet I was murdered. Strange, really.
Then, something kicked into me, something I never thought was really there. I wanted to kill these girls; I wanted to watch them die. I looked down at Mauvais as he smiled at me. He saw it too, the change.
"Lets go then."
We walked back into the alley where I had met my new friend. One of the girls seemed to grow fond of Mauvais. He brought her down further into the alley. I watched him as he kissed her, slowly making his way towards her neck. Then, as I watched with the other whore on my left side, I could hear her scream as he bit down onto her neck taking all but the last drop of her blood.
The girl next to me realized what was happenning, her "friend" was being killed by a vampire, and she stood there in horror, as I would not let her go. She screamed and screamed as I finally turned to her, grabbing her neck and snapping it so she died in an instant.
I let her fall out of my arms and onto the solid ground. As she hit it, blood begun to leak from her head. I smiled, watching the whore bleed. Obviously not to death, for once I snapped her neck, of course she was killed immidiatly.
As I watched her, I felt a hand on my back. I quickly turned to see some man with a knife reading to dig it into my back. As I looked down at the man, he looked up at me in horror. I found this night was getting quite good. Now I understood what Mauvais was talking about.
I let the man stab me in the stomache. I began to fake my own death. I slowly dropped to the ground as he leant over me, watching as I acted out my death. Once I closed my eyes, letting him asume I was dead; he leaned over me practically face to face with me as could smell alcohol in his breath. I opened my eyes, quickly grabbing his neck as well, snapping it so he ended up with the same fait as the whore next to me.
I stood up as I pushed the man off of me. I felt good and secure about myself. It was a sure thing now, I was invincible and nothing could stop me. Not even the greatest of all demons. After looking down at the two bodies, I headed towards Mauvais. He had just finished with his dessert.
"I see you're learning well. I take it you don't drink the blood as I do?"
"No, I need nothing to live."
I smiled as we headed towards the streets once again. I was finished with humans for the night. But what seemed to surprise Mauvais was how willing I was to "listen" to him.
"I just don't understand it, my young friend. I would think most boys your age would do the exact opposite of what I ask them to do. From when I ask them to join me, or if I should join them. Or to kill as well."
"First of all Mauvais, I'm not your ordinary seventeen year old boy. I am a young man who seeks revenge. And as I told Celena . I will kill anyone or anything that gets in my way or . as I am adding now, that annoys me. I am at the end of my rope and I will stop at nothing to find my killer, even if it means that I must kill the innocent or the sinful."
"Slow down there, Rice. First of all, too much vengance will take over your heart. Whether it is beating or not. You mustn't let the person who killed you control you now. They obviously know you're after them, so do not asume they will beg for their life infront of you. People aren't what they seem. Humans are indecent creatures and must never be under-estimated. When you asume they are peaceful and kind, they stab you in the heart. When you asume they are vicious and ruthless you may think they would want another chance on their death bed, its not true. They'll kill you before they let anyone kill them. And second of all . Celena, is she a love of yours? Because you make it quite clear she knows about your death."
"Celena . Celena is a friend. Not a love. She is Celena Shezar, the one to marry King Van-"
"Do not claim these humans to be Kings or Queens. They are rude; you shall only speak with them as though you're on a first name basis with them. Anyways, go on."
"As I was saying, she is to marry Van. She'll become Queen of Fannellia, however she wishes that his love would come back, making it so that she would not have to wed him."
"Who said his love must come back for her to get out of the wedding?"
"Excuse me?"
"Take her away with you. You're friends, she hates Van. Why shouldn't you take her away?"
"Because she doesn't realize how lucky she is to marry into rich. She doesn't realize that-"
"Yes I understand, but you're not getting my point. SHE'S YOUR FRIEND! Of which I still think you have feelings for the girl if she knows you're not "officially" dead."
"I wish to be left alone. This is the hell I've been brought to Mauvais, not a heaven. You're a friend, not a lover. She is a friend, barely a friend really . but I wish to let things carry on as though I was never brought back."
"Well, my dear Crow . you love her and that's that. I don't want to hear any arguments I know an infatuation when I see one. You care so much for the girl that you wish for her to be happy."
I wanted to argue with him so desperatly, but I felt I would be ignoring his wishes so I let his acusations go . this time that is. Next time he brings something up like this, I assured myself I would fight back.
I walked down to my "home" with Mauvais, he insisted that he knew where I lived. Most likely to drop in at any time he wanted to, of which I could see happenning quite a lot.
We walked upstairs to one of those old beaten up apartments that hadn't been touched for years. Of course, this was just a little ways out of Fannellia, for these areas had not been touched. I opened the door to where I was "living" in I suppose you could say. All there was, was a window a very old bed and a fire place.
Mauvais laughed as he looked around. I shut the door behind us. I wasn't the only one living here, a lot of people who couldn't afford apartments or houses in Fannellia lived here. It was for free, and there weren't any managers for the place, so it wasn't in the greatest of shape either. But it would do for me.
"Well, you sure have some style. Nothing personal here for anyone to realize anyone actually live here," laughed Mauvais.
"Not like I'm here half of the time."
"I know that. But still, even my coffin has a little touch up. You know, pictures and such."
"Pictures of who? You're next victums?"
I sighed as I looked out of the window. It was starting to rain and I as getting tired. I yawned, tired of the night, for I had been waiting for the morning all night long. I could feel arms wrap around my waist. Now this felt awkward. I began to wonder if Mauvais was ... well gay. I could hear his laugh, as I looked outside, wide-eyed at his touch.
"You're a shy little thing, aren't you?" he said cooly.
"I uh . I'm not feeling so-"
"I figured so. Oh well, that's what I get for befriending a virgin." he was taunting me.
I turned around trying to escape his arms. But he just rested his hands on my hips. He was small, but still I felt as though he could over powere me.
"Well, I best be going. The sun is coming up soon. I'll be back tonight. Goodbye Crow."
With that said he left. I sank to the floor feeling almost . well violated. I hated this, everything. I brought my knees up to my chest as I layed my head burried inbetween. I wanted to the world to just . to just go away. I was dead to the world, but for Celena's world I was still alive, let alone Mauvais.
As the night's story kept passing through my head over and over again, from Celena's friendly kiss to my new friend Mauvais and how he wrapped his arms around me. I felt as though I should do this all on my own. But I didn't want to be alone . I wanted to be with someone.
Sure I had the bird, but it wouldn't be good enough. I've never had . well, to be perfectly honest with you I had never had any friends before. I had always been alone. To most people I was just the big brother of the little troublemaker . but to Celena I was "the sweet stable boy". And to Mauvais I was the virgin crow . either way I felt whole with these people. Not alone, not scared . whole, whole and happy.
A/N: Told ya it would get a little different. This story is really different from my previous writing, and that's why I love it so much. Ann Rice inspired the whole vampire thing with: Interview with a Vampire. Mauvais is basically my simple version of Lestat. That's right . SIMPLE! And I'm not even half way into the book, so you could imagine how Lestat really is. Anyways, if you read drop a review!
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