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Author's Note: Now what? Poor 'Parnasse! Is he really a vampire? And what's up with Claquesous? For those of you who came in late, this tale revolves around Montparnasse, and that fateful night he was attacked by a very gorgeous, female vampire. Montparnasse seemed to have recovered, but as he looked in the mirror, he saw two vampire fangs and it scared him so badly he asked Claquesous to hit him to wake him up. Upon doing so, Claquesous noticed he had knocked out Montparnasse, and he had also made him bleed. When Claquesous tried to "help" Montparnasse by licking the blood away, he discovered something ominous about his friend. Alot of Claquesous is revealed in this chapter.
"Claquesous? Claquesous? CLAQUESOUS?!!! What the hell is the matter with you? What's wrong? Answer me!" Montparnasse stared with gaping eyes at his friend, who was rocking back and forth and mumbling something Montparnasse couldn't decipher. Breaking Claquesous's main rule never to come near him, Montparnasse slowly walked up to his friend and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, its alright Claquesous, you were only trying to help me, it was just a little freaky, that's all. Com'on, its all right....Claquesous?" Claquesous looked up at him, and even through the man's ghostly hood Montparnasse could see a true face of terror. "You really are a vampire, little 'Parnasse." said Claquesous softly. "I remember the first time you came to us, after we got you from your horrible mother, when we saved you from the alley. You were scared and hurting, and Babet had to hold you each night until you fell asleep so that you would stop shaking. You were so small and tiny then, but I could smell something different about you. Gueulemer could never of seen it, he's all bulk and no brain, and Babet, he probably would have figured it out had he known how. But I knew. I knew why your mother hated you so. You always had a bit of vampire in you, ever since you were born. Just look at you! Your looks are so perfect, and your skin... its almost like snow, its so pale. Poor 'Ponine noticed it too, that's why she never wanted to love you. The fangs never showed, though, and your thirst for blood was never revealed. I tried to tell myself that you might just look like a vampire, but now I know... If that vampire broad hadn't bitten you, you could of led a more happy life, but now.... oh you poor child, I feel your pain..." Claquesous continued to babble, and Montparnasse thought he would go mad. He grabbed Claquesous by the shoulders and gave him a hard shake. "What the hell do you mean, 'You feel my pain?!' and how did you know that I was part vampire?! Why didn't you tell me then? I could of done something! You ruined my life!" Claquesous shook his head sadly. "Child, I did not want to destroy your innocence like mine had been. I was just like you at one time. My mother was the vampire, and my father, an innocent passerby. She seduced him, my mother did, and when she had what she wanted, she killed him. She played victim, but I knew. Then one fine spring day, she killed our neighbor, a little peasant lady, and she drank her blood. I saw the whole thing. It made me sick inside. I threw up right then and there. My mother turned to me, her mouth full of blood, and she said to me, "My dear babe, you and I are of the same ilk, so I suggest you get used to feasting on blood. You are part vampire. Not entirely, as I might of hoped, but there was no other man but your father, so I had to take what came to me. You may or may not have the bloodlust in your veins as I have, hopefully you do, but be warned: No matter what, everyone you know and love will know that evil flows through your skin." That night, I ran away. I disguised myself, and called myself Claquesous, after the mansion where I once lived with my mother. I never fell in love, and I never showed my face. I forget what I look like now, its all been so long ago. I don't even know if we can save you..." Again Claquesous started to go off and babble, and Montparnasse was left in the dark.
Author's Note: Now what? Poor 'Parnasse! Is he really a vampire? And what's up with Claquesous? For those of you who came in late, this tale revolves around Montparnasse, and that fateful night he was attacked by a very gorgeous, female vampire. Montparnasse seemed to have recovered, but as he looked in the mirror, he saw two vampire fangs and it scared him so badly he asked Claquesous to hit him to wake him up. Upon doing so, Claquesous noticed he had knocked out Montparnasse, and he had also made him bleed. When Claquesous tried to "help" Montparnasse by licking the blood away, he discovered something ominous about his friend. Alot of Claquesous is revealed in this chapter.
"Claquesous? Claquesous? CLAQUESOUS?!!! What the hell is the matter with you? What's wrong? Answer me!" Montparnasse stared with gaping eyes at his friend, who was rocking back and forth and mumbling something Montparnasse couldn't decipher. Breaking Claquesous's main rule never to come near him, Montparnasse slowly walked up to his friend and patted him on the shoulder. "Hey, its alright Claquesous, you were only trying to help me, it was just a little freaky, that's all. Com'on, its all right....Claquesous?" Claquesous looked up at him, and even through the man's ghostly hood Montparnasse could see a true face of terror. "You really are a vampire, little 'Parnasse." said Claquesous softly. "I remember the first time you came to us, after we got you from your horrible mother, when we saved you from the alley. You were scared and hurting, and Babet had to hold you each night until you fell asleep so that you would stop shaking. You were so small and tiny then, but I could smell something different about you. Gueulemer could never of seen it, he's all bulk and no brain, and Babet, he probably would have figured it out had he known how. But I knew. I knew why your mother hated you so. You always had a bit of vampire in you, ever since you were born. Just look at you! Your looks are so perfect, and your skin... its almost like snow, its so pale. Poor 'Ponine noticed it too, that's why she never wanted to love you. The fangs never showed, though, and your thirst for blood was never revealed. I tried to tell myself that you might just look like a vampire, but now I know... If that vampire broad hadn't bitten you, you could of led a more happy life, but now.... oh you poor child, I feel your pain..." Claquesous continued to babble, and Montparnasse thought he would go mad. He grabbed Claquesous by the shoulders and gave him a hard shake. "What the hell do you mean, 'You feel my pain?!' and how did you know that I was part vampire?! Why didn't you tell me then? I could of done something! You ruined my life!" Claquesous shook his head sadly. "Child, I did not want to destroy your innocence like mine had been. I was just like you at one time. My mother was the vampire, and my father, an innocent passerby. She seduced him, my mother did, and when she had what she wanted, she killed him. She played victim, but I knew. Then one fine spring day, she killed our neighbor, a little peasant lady, and she drank her blood. I saw the whole thing. It made me sick inside. I threw up right then and there. My mother turned to me, her mouth full of blood, and she said to me, "My dear babe, you and I are of the same ilk, so I suggest you get used to feasting on blood. You are part vampire. Not entirely, as I might of hoped, but there was no other man but your father, so I had to take what came to me. You may or may not have the bloodlust in your veins as I have, hopefully you do, but be warned: No matter what, everyone you know and love will know that evil flows through your skin." That night, I ran away. I disguised myself, and called myself Claquesous, after the mansion where I once lived with my mother. I never fell in love, and I never showed my face. I forget what I look like now, its all been so long ago. I don't even know if we can save you..." Again Claquesous started to go off and babble, and Montparnasse was left in the dark.