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Author's Note: This is a dark tale when Montparnasse encounters a vampire. The day after, he learns some things about his family he wished he never had. This has some blood and guts, just to warn you. This may take several installments. Oh yeah, excpet for a few exceptions, the words in italics stand for French words. Fille means girl, Garcon means boy. Pardon my French if its used incorrectly. No pun intended.
Montparnasse silently followed the young woman down the quiet Paris street. It was about 11 o'clock, and Montparnasse was on the prowl. He had been watching the girl for a few hours. He had no idea why he was attracted to her. His main interest was Eponine, a good friend. He had even asked her on a date, he had gone that far, but of course she said no. Many girls thought him handsome, but would never consider going out with him. He had always wondered why. Heartbroken, he still was in love with Eponine until he saw her and this other guy, a rich student, he might add, chatting together under a tree. In broad daylight. She looked just as upset as Montparnasse had the night he confessed his love for Eponine. Now he simply wished both Eponine and her lover would burn in hell. He figured that he could show her that he no longer gave a shit. He would find other women, there were plenty of them. So, the unhappy teenager stalked the woman. He guessed her to be in her early twenties, maybe older, maybe younger, it did not matter. He slipped into a dark alley, and waited until she passed. He would try to hit on her. He didn't want to hurt her, but a little love wouldn't hurt...
"Hey fille you sure turn me on tonight." The woman turned her head to come face to face with one of the most handsomest men the night could bring. Hiding a smirk, she could see how warm he looked, how beautiful...
"Garcon, you are the first to talk to me since I entered Paris. What a pretty little thing you are. Come here." Surprised of his luck, and slightly ruffled at being called a boy (he was 19, you know) he obeyed without hesitation. It was true that he had been the only one to try and talk to the woman since she entered Paris, for she seemed to have an ominous air about her. Montparnasse, the child of the night, didn't have any conscience, nor did he have any sense of foreboding. He came to the woman, and was more than shocked when she grabbed his wrists. The woman smiled, and he could see the glint of fangs. Startled, Montparnasse tried to pull away, but found himself on his back in the middle of the darkened alley. The woman's grip on his wrists was extremely strong, even bone crushing.
"You're...You're strong for a woman." He remarked with a nervous smile. "I can give you what you want, just please....let go of me." "Don't think so." replied the woman, her fangs shining in the moonlight. "Please." Montparnasse begged. "Let me go. I never was going to hurt you, just let me go!" The woman tightened her grip on Montparnasse's wrists, and dragged him to the far corner of the alley. She tied him up with some string she had around her neck and stood back to look at her find. Montparnasse was normally a pale boy, but tonight, he was as pale as an alabaster in the eerie glow of the moon. He was trembling, and his wide black eyes stared at her with the look of a cornered rabbit. His breathing was shallow, labored, one of a man in a terrifying situation. The vampire almost pitied him as she sank to her knees and grasped the boy's delicate chin with her slender fingers. "So lovely." she murmured, licking her lips. "You will make a fine feast for me tonight. Its such a pity you have to die." "DIE?!" screeched Montparnasse. "I don't think so, lady. Get away from me!" He kicked the woman with his leg and sent her sprawling. Montparnasse tried to stand, but the woman overpowered him once more. "Sleep." She commanded in a soft, relaxing tone. "Relax and let me take over. It'll be over soon." Montparnasse, despite his best efforts, found himself drifting into a gentle and relaxing sleep. The vampire smiled. Her hypnotic effects had left the boy completely defenseless. Tilting his swan-like neck back, she started to sank her fangs into his neck. The warm blood started to flow swiftly into her mouth, and she savored the warm, sweet taste of human blood. But something was different. Puzzled, the vampire pondered over the taste. It had the usual taste of human blood, but there was something different. Could it be... Out of nowhere, a heavy cinderblock flew at the vampire's head. "Get off 'im, demoness!" cried a familiar voice. Gueulemer, Babet, and Claquesous, hugging the shadows, ran up to the rescue. It was Gueulemer, the Hercules clone, was the one who had hurled the cinderblock at the vampire. Gueulemer picked up the unconscious Montparnasse with one arm and the rebel quartet of thieves stalked off to their headquarters to nurse their comrade back to health.
Author's Note: This is a dark tale when Montparnasse encounters a vampire. The day after, he learns some things about his family he wished he never had. This has some blood and guts, just to warn you. This may take several installments. Oh yeah, excpet for a few exceptions, the words in italics stand for French words. Fille means girl, Garcon means boy. Pardon my French if its used incorrectly. No pun intended.
Montparnasse silently followed the young woman down the quiet Paris street. It was about 11 o'clock, and Montparnasse was on the prowl. He had been watching the girl for a few hours. He had no idea why he was attracted to her. His main interest was Eponine, a good friend. He had even asked her on a date, he had gone that far, but of course she said no. Many girls thought him handsome, but would never consider going out with him. He had always wondered why. Heartbroken, he still was in love with Eponine until he saw her and this other guy, a rich student, he might add, chatting together under a tree. In broad daylight. She looked just as upset as Montparnasse had the night he confessed his love for Eponine. Now he simply wished both Eponine and her lover would burn in hell. He figured that he could show her that he no longer gave a shit. He would find other women, there were plenty of them. So, the unhappy teenager stalked the woman. He guessed her to be in her early twenties, maybe older, maybe younger, it did not matter. He slipped into a dark alley, and waited until she passed. He would try to hit on her. He didn't want to hurt her, but a little love wouldn't hurt...
"Hey fille you sure turn me on tonight." The woman turned her head to come face to face with one of the most handsomest men the night could bring. Hiding a smirk, she could see how warm he looked, how beautiful...
"Garcon, you are the first to talk to me since I entered Paris. What a pretty little thing you are. Come here." Surprised of his luck, and slightly ruffled at being called a boy (he was 19, you know) he obeyed without hesitation. It was true that he had been the only one to try and talk to the woman since she entered Paris, for she seemed to have an ominous air about her. Montparnasse, the child of the night, didn't have any conscience, nor did he have any sense of foreboding. He came to the woman, and was more than shocked when she grabbed his wrists. The woman smiled, and he could see the glint of fangs. Startled, Montparnasse tried to pull away, but found himself on his back in the middle of the darkened alley. The woman's grip on his wrists was extremely strong, even bone crushing.
"You're...You're strong for a woman." He remarked with a nervous smile. "I can give you what you want, just please....let go of me." "Don't think so." replied the woman, her fangs shining in the moonlight. "Please." Montparnasse begged. "Let me go. I never was going to hurt you, just let me go!" The woman tightened her grip on Montparnasse's wrists, and dragged him to the far corner of the alley. She tied him up with some string she had around her neck and stood back to look at her find. Montparnasse was normally a pale boy, but tonight, he was as pale as an alabaster in the eerie glow of the moon. He was trembling, and his wide black eyes stared at her with the look of a cornered rabbit. His breathing was shallow, labored, one of a man in a terrifying situation. The vampire almost pitied him as she sank to her knees and grasped the boy's delicate chin with her slender fingers. "So lovely." she murmured, licking her lips. "You will make a fine feast for me tonight. Its such a pity you have to die." "DIE?!" screeched Montparnasse. "I don't think so, lady. Get away from me!" He kicked the woman with his leg and sent her sprawling. Montparnasse tried to stand, but the woman overpowered him once more. "Sleep." She commanded in a soft, relaxing tone. "Relax and let me take over. It'll be over soon." Montparnasse, despite his best efforts, found himself drifting into a gentle and relaxing sleep. The vampire smiled. Her hypnotic effects had left the boy completely defenseless. Tilting his swan-like neck back, she started to sank her fangs into his neck. The warm blood started to flow swiftly into her mouth, and she savored the warm, sweet taste of human blood. But something was different. Puzzled, the vampire pondered over the taste. It had the usual taste of human blood, but there was something different. Could it be... Out of nowhere, a heavy cinderblock flew at the vampire's head. "Get off 'im, demoness!" cried a familiar voice. Gueulemer, Babet, and Claquesous, hugging the shadows, ran up to the rescue. It was Gueulemer, the Hercules clone, was the one who had hurled the cinderblock at the vampire. Gueulemer picked up the unconscious Montparnasse with one arm and the rebel quartet of thieves stalked off to their headquarters to nurse their comrade back to health.