Author's Notes: Hey lo everyone! Mucho gusto! Teehee, well, here's the next chapter of my thrilling
(haha) new story... Ta ta!
Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT
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Her footsteps echoed into the room as she stepped on the tiled platform. Everything around her was dark,
but the sun would soon return. She only had a few hours before she would return into her deep slumber,
ignoring the sounds the fairy made while she sang and cleaned the place. Chichi looked around the room,
already adjusted to the darkness, as all vampires were. Or would be, if there were any left in this world.
And to her knowledge, there wasn't. She was eight thousand years old, and in those years she had never
encountered another vampire since her third year of being one. When her creator, her master, her lover
had died, his flesh burned to crisp my a fire.
Fire set by humans.
But humans, in time, forgot all about the existence of vampires... in this world anyway. They had far
to many of the other species to worry about. The fairies never caused trouble with them, in fact, the humans
believed they brought luck to their families. But the trolls, goblins, and and dwarfs caused trouble
in the streets. They stole, assaulted, and demolished plenty of things around them. But Chichi rarely
saw them, because they slept at night... most of them. She was only acquanted (sp?) with a couple,
and this was only because she had threatened them in order to find others of her kind long, long ago.
She had now given up. She gave up thousands of years ago.
Travelling to another world never occured to her, she decided it would be too much trouble. She didn't
wish to pass the curse of being a vampire onto anyone else, so she kept to herself with only Camille
to accompany her. The story of Camille was long and hard to explain. The little golden haired fairy
found Chichi interesting, and remained her friend and loyal servant through out the years. Fairies
also do not die. Chichi had no worry of losing Camille, although she was sometimes angry at the fairy's
constant cheerfulness.
Chichi's only other friend was Bulma, a human who took care of the house while Chichi was sleeping. She
helped Camille care for whatever Camille was to small for. Bulma rarely stayed long enough to see
Chichi, she had a family of her own to take care of. When she was there, she was rather jumpy of Chichi,
although she knew Chichi would never harm her. It was hard to not be jumpy around something that fed
off of the blood of humans, but she found it in herself to stick around.
Chichi changed her clothes, sliding off the robe and skirt into a cozier outfit. She rested in black
pants and a shirt, her style of clothes were all of black. Although it brought out her skin, it made her
less noticable to people roaming about on the streets at night, which she wanted. If one thing were to
give her away it could lead to her death. And she did not want to die. Not yet. Not until she could
revenge the death of her lover. But she didn't know how, because the humans had been long dead. There
was something else in that mob of killers though, something she saw out of the corner of her eye.
Whether demon, vampire, or ghost, it had red eyes and sharp fangs, as she did. Her eyes were currently
black, but filled with red when she ate. Camille never stuck around for Chichi's feedings. They scared her
a little, and Chichi couldn't blame her for leaving. It would scare herself if she didn't have to go it
to live.
And she had to live.
~~~
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! What did you think? Hehe, hope it's ok at least! Thanks again!
Adios!
(haha) new story... Ta ta!
Disclaimer: I do not own DB/Z/GT
~~~
Her footsteps echoed into the room as she stepped on the tiled platform. Everything around her was dark,
but the sun would soon return. She only had a few hours before she would return into her deep slumber,
ignoring the sounds the fairy made while she sang and cleaned the place. Chichi looked around the room,
already adjusted to the darkness, as all vampires were. Or would be, if there were any left in this world.
And to her knowledge, there wasn't. She was eight thousand years old, and in those years she had never
encountered another vampire since her third year of being one. When her creator, her master, her lover
had died, his flesh burned to crisp my a fire.
Fire set by humans.
But humans, in time, forgot all about the existence of vampires... in this world anyway. They had far
to many of the other species to worry about. The fairies never caused trouble with them, in fact, the humans
believed they brought luck to their families. But the trolls, goblins, and and dwarfs caused trouble
in the streets. They stole, assaulted, and demolished plenty of things around them. But Chichi rarely
saw them, because they slept at night... most of them. She was only acquanted (sp?) with a couple,
and this was only because she had threatened them in order to find others of her kind long, long ago.
She had now given up. She gave up thousands of years ago.
Travelling to another world never occured to her, she decided it would be too much trouble. She didn't
wish to pass the curse of being a vampire onto anyone else, so she kept to herself with only Camille
to accompany her. The story of Camille was long and hard to explain. The little golden haired fairy
found Chichi interesting, and remained her friend and loyal servant through out the years. Fairies
also do not die. Chichi had no worry of losing Camille, although she was sometimes angry at the fairy's
constant cheerfulness.
Chichi's only other friend was Bulma, a human who took care of the house while Chichi was sleeping. She
helped Camille care for whatever Camille was to small for. Bulma rarely stayed long enough to see
Chichi, she had a family of her own to take care of. When she was there, she was rather jumpy of Chichi,
although she knew Chichi would never harm her. It was hard to not be jumpy around something that fed
off of the blood of humans, but she found it in herself to stick around.
Chichi changed her clothes, sliding off the robe and skirt into a cozier outfit. She rested in black
pants and a shirt, her style of clothes were all of black. Although it brought out her skin, it made her
less noticable to people roaming about on the streets at night, which she wanted. If one thing were to
give her away it could lead to her death. And she did not want to die. Not yet. Not until she could
revenge the death of her lover. But she didn't know how, because the humans had been long dead. There
was something else in that mob of killers though, something she saw out of the corner of her eye.
Whether demon, vampire, or ghost, it had red eyes and sharp fangs, as she did. Her eyes were currently
black, but filled with red when she ate. Camille never stuck around for Chichi's feedings. They scared her
a little, and Chichi couldn't blame her for leaving. It would scare herself if she didn't have to go it
to live.
And she had to live.
~~~
Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! What did you think? Hehe, hope it's ok at least! Thanks again!
Adios!