A/N: Someone e-mailed me with a few questions. Actually, loads of
questions. So, hears the answers:
The reason Raven talks the way he does, all the slang, is because no one else does. Raven's an experiment. You read vampire books or watch vampire movies; all of them are beautiful, seductive, gothic, well spoken and dangerous. Most of them are also noblemen/women.
Lestat, Armand, Marius, Dracular, Jean-Clord, Asher . . . even on Buffy it's the same. The Master: Well-spoken, gothic, mysterious and deadly. Spike: Handsome, gothic-ish, and more or less well spoken, dangerous. The killer of two Slayers. It's the same with Dursilla, Darla, Angelus . . .the list goes on and on.
All of the most dangerous vampires you see always seem to come from wealthy back-grounds, so I thought what would happen if a common, low-class street kid got turned into a vampire. Crude, rough, okay looking, not a head turner, but fairly good-looking. Nothing really special about him. He's not rich, he doesn't have any magic powers, he's just basically a nobody. I just wanted to see how people would react to him.
The reason he's English is because I'm English. I know the slang, I know the places, so I can make it more realistic.
I'm planning on him going to Sunnydale eventually, but it won't be until the sequel. Maybe. I haven't decided yet.
Chapter Three
Why?
I though about it. Raven. Not too bad, I guess. I looked at Glazzior and smiled. "I like it."
He smiled back. "Good."
I suddenly had a thought. "Is this how all vampires get their names?"
"Some."
I waited a few seconds. "Well?"
He smirked. "You need to learn patience. It could someday save your life."
"Will ya please just answer the Goddamn question?!"
He glared daggers at me (Or should that be stakes?) and growled. "You need to learn some respect for your betters, boy!"
"I'm not a boy. I'm fifteen years old!"
"I am three hundred and twenty four."
"Oh. Right. So I guess I can see where the whole boy thing's coming from."
"Now I think an apology is in order."
"Yer wot? I'm not apologising t' you for shit!"
He growled, grabbed me by the throat and slammed me into a gravestone. It was so hard the gravestone cracked and fell over. Didn't do my skull any good either. Felt like it'd been split open.
"Apologise!"
"Okay okay! I'm sorry!"
He let me go an' I fell on me arse. "Ow," I muttered, rubbin' the back of me 'ead.
I was about t' call 'im an arrogant prick, when I remembered the whole super-hearing thing. Lucky for me.
"Do not forget your place again, young Raven," Glazzior said. "I will not hesitate to throw you into the sun."
I was about t' say a comeback, (think I would of learnt my lesson wouldn't you?) when I had another though. "Are we immortal?!" I yelled excitedly.
"Yes."
"Can we like, y'know, fly an' turn into mist and stuff?!"
Glazzior burst out laughing. "No, child. That's just in the movies." I was disappointed. "But," my eyes snapped on him. "There are stories."
"What stories?"
"Do you know what vampires are?"
I thought about it. "The undead?"
He smirked at me. I really wished he'd stop doing that. "We are part ghost, part demon. You see, when a vampire first arises, the demon has the most control. When a vampire reaches a thousand years of age, they are known as a child of the millennia, or an ancient. When that happens, usually we lose our human faces as the demon in us erases almost every trace of our human appearance. But there are stories of vampires who, when they reach this age, become, I suppose you could say, more in touch with the ghost in them.
As the ghost in them takes equal control, they develop the power of flight and the ability to change shape. Or so the legends say."
"Cool. Wait, does that mean ghosts are real? As in, someone dying an' their spirit stays on Earth and haunts some place?"
He smiled at me. "Not as stupid as you look." Now for him, that was a big compliment.
Glazzior leaned against a tree an' took out a bottle. He unscrewed it and started t' sip it. "That blood?" I asked curiously.
"You tell me."
'God he's irritating,' I thought. "How the hell should I know?"
He sighed like he was a parent with an annoying little kid. "You are still thinking like a human. You are a vampire now. Your senses have been greatly enhansted. Use them."
I stood there for a second. 'This is just too weird,' I thought. 'But what the hell.' I breathed in deep through my nose an' got a gazillion smells. "Holy shit," I whispered. I could smell petrel, sweat, vomit, cigarettes, grass, dirt, take-aways, rotting flesh . . . there was too much t' take in.
Glazzior smirked at me again. 'What is that, 'is bloody trade mark?' I thought.
"Do not worry. In time you will learn to pick out individual scents."
"It yer knew that wuz gonna happen, why the hell'd ya get me to do it?" I demanded.
"Well after your remarkably quick grasp on sanity when you arose, I wished to see how well you adapted to you're new senses. Poorly, I see." I sniffed the air again, trying to tell what 'e was drinkin'. "You couldn't even tell I was drinking . . . "
"Wine," I interrupted.
Glazzior raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"
"You're drinkin' wine."
He smiled at me. He looked for all the world like a proud father. Which in a way, I guess he was. "It seems I chose well when I made you into my childe."
I stared at him.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"Why did you turn me?"
He looked me, head kinda t' the side. "You know the answer."
I looked at 'im, confused. "No I don't."
"On the night you died, what did I say to you?"
I repeated his words in me 'ead. 'On the night you died'. I shivered. Gave me the creeps. But I thought about it anyway. "Um . . . yer said 'So you like vampires? That's good. Per'aps that'll make what I'm gonna do t' ya easier, thought I doubt it'.
He gave me an irritated look. "What else did I say to you?"
"Um . . . 'ow would you like the dark gift of immortality?"
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"Both, I guess."
"One last time. I know you have at least some intelligence. Use it."
This time I really did think. Hard. Why did 'e make me?
"Yer said, 'you 'ave a strong spirit, you'll make a good edition t' my little family.'"
"And what do you think I meant by that?"
"Jesus Christ! Can't y' juss gi' me a soddin' straight answer? Ain't exactly bloody rocket science, y'know?!! Fuckin' 'ell!" I saw the look on 'is face an' realised I'd just made a VERY big mistake. "Erm . . . no disrespect . . . um . . . master." I was supprised how easy it was callin' 'im master. It felt . . . right. God I hate that bloody bond.
"You are knew, so I will forgive you this once," he said.
I was supprised. 'E didn't strike me as the forgivin' sort. Still, I wasn't complanin'.
"To answer your question, I made you because it would have been foolish to do otherwise."
"Why? Worried about vampire hunters?"
He growled. "It'll be a cold day in hell when I'm afraid of some pathetic little human."
"Then why? Note special 'bout me."
"You're wrong, Raven. People like you are rare. I should know, I've walked this sorry world for centuries. I was lucky to have
found you before some other vampire did."
"Why? What's so special about me?"
"Your courage."
I raised my eyebrows. "Ay?"
"Do you even realise how courageous you are?"
"Um . . . no, not really. I'm afraid of loads of things."
"You underestimate yourself."
"Not that me ego doesn't like what yer sayin', but I honestly don't think I'm braver than the average guy."
'E gave me a weird look. "You honestly don't know, do you?"
He juss looked at me for a few seconds.
Then 'e started talkin' again. "When I first saw you, I saw you purely as food. I had no intention to making you my childe."
"And you did because . . . ?"
He didn't answer at first. Just gave me this weird look.
"You reeked of fear."
"Um . . . okay . . ." I thought he was a bit of a control freak.
"Yet you did not let it did not consume you."
I frowned. What was 'e gettin' at?
"Raven, in my very long lifetime, I have slaughtered countless innocents. Men, women, children . . . the numbers brobaly stretch into the billions, as I killed for pleasure as well as for food."
I expected to feel disgust when 'e said that. Nothing. Note. Nadda. It was still kinda strange that I didn't care about the people he'd murdered. Disturbin' in a way. I mean, I knew I should be feelin' SOMETHING, but I wasn't. Weird.
"Most of the people I kill succumb too the fear, always allowing themselves to be controlled by it. They cry, they weep, they beg. . . but you did not."
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack a fags an' a lighter. "Cigarette?"
I nodded. "Yeah thanks." 'E took two out an' put 'em in between 'is lips and lit 'em. He took one of 'em out an' passed it to me. I took a drag an' blew the smoke out. "Ta."
"You're welcome." He leaned back against the tree. "Come, join me."
I walked up to 'im an' leaned against a gravestone about two meters away from 'im.
"As I was saying. You felt a great amount of fear towards me, but you did not let it control you. You kept your thoughts rational. You even mocked me!" He said that last part with a laugh. " You stood you're ground, you did not let your fear show. Even on the drink of death, you fought me. Remember? I tried to give you my blood, and you fought me?"
I nodded.
"I could not let the opportunity for such a warrior at my side too pass. And I have no doubt that in time you will become a legendary dark warrior."
I grinned.
"Thanks."
"Again, you are welcome."
I hesitated. "Y' know 'ow yer said yer could smell me fear? You were just bein' metaphorical, right?"
"When a human is afraid, the brain releases a chemical that comes out in the sweat. With our superior sense of smell, we can detect that chemical."
"Oh. Cool."
"It is a very useful gift, especially in battle. It gives us a great advantage. And the fear itself also sweetens the blood greatly." 'E licked 'is lips. "Very tasty."
"'Ow long ago was it you bit me?"
"Three days."
'Three days?!?! Me family must be worried sick!' I thought.
"You are thinking about your family, are you not?" Glazzior
asked softly. I nodded. "Yeah." I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to go home.
"Go too them."
I looked at him supprised. "Ay?"
He smiled, lookin' sympathetic as hell. Can't believe I fell for it. "Go to them."
"I . . . thank you."
He smiled. "Go."
I ran home.
What I didn't know at the time was that Glazzior was followin' me. 'E knew what'd 'appen when I saw them. 'E knew I wouldn't be able t' control the hunger. My mum. My dad. My little brother an' my little sister. 'E knew the only thing I'd see when I saw then wuz food. 'E knew I'd slaughter my own family.
Sneaky basted.
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Well? Did you like it? Want more? FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT'S UNHOLY, REVIEW!!!!!!!
The reason Raven talks the way he does, all the slang, is because no one else does. Raven's an experiment. You read vampire books or watch vampire movies; all of them are beautiful, seductive, gothic, well spoken and dangerous. Most of them are also noblemen/women.
Lestat, Armand, Marius, Dracular, Jean-Clord, Asher . . . even on Buffy it's the same. The Master: Well-spoken, gothic, mysterious and deadly. Spike: Handsome, gothic-ish, and more or less well spoken, dangerous. The killer of two Slayers. It's the same with Dursilla, Darla, Angelus . . .the list goes on and on.
All of the most dangerous vampires you see always seem to come from wealthy back-grounds, so I thought what would happen if a common, low-class street kid got turned into a vampire. Crude, rough, okay looking, not a head turner, but fairly good-looking. Nothing really special about him. He's not rich, he doesn't have any magic powers, he's just basically a nobody. I just wanted to see how people would react to him.
The reason he's English is because I'm English. I know the slang, I know the places, so I can make it more realistic.
I'm planning on him going to Sunnydale eventually, but it won't be until the sequel. Maybe. I haven't decided yet.
Chapter Three
Why?
I though about it. Raven. Not too bad, I guess. I looked at Glazzior and smiled. "I like it."
He smiled back. "Good."
I suddenly had a thought. "Is this how all vampires get their names?"
"Some."
I waited a few seconds. "Well?"
He smirked. "You need to learn patience. It could someday save your life."
"Will ya please just answer the Goddamn question?!"
He glared daggers at me (Or should that be stakes?) and growled. "You need to learn some respect for your betters, boy!"
"I'm not a boy. I'm fifteen years old!"
"I am three hundred and twenty four."
"Oh. Right. So I guess I can see where the whole boy thing's coming from."
"Now I think an apology is in order."
"Yer wot? I'm not apologising t' you for shit!"
He growled, grabbed me by the throat and slammed me into a gravestone. It was so hard the gravestone cracked and fell over. Didn't do my skull any good either. Felt like it'd been split open.
"Apologise!"
"Okay okay! I'm sorry!"
He let me go an' I fell on me arse. "Ow," I muttered, rubbin' the back of me 'ead.
I was about t' call 'im an arrogant prick, when I remembered the whole super-hearing thing. Lucky for me.
"Do not forget your place again, young Raven," Glazzior said. "I will not hesitate to throw you into the sun."
I was about t' say a comeback, (think I would of learnt my lesson wouldn't you?) when I had another though. "Are we immortal?!" I yelled excitedly.
"Yes."
"Can we like, y'know, fly an' turn into mist and stuff?!"
Glazzior burst out laughing. "No, child. That's just in the movies." I was disappointed. "But," my eyes snapped on him. "There are stories."
"What stories?"
"Do you know what vampires are?"
I thought about it. "The undead?"
He smirked at me. I really wished he'd stop doing that. "We are part ghost, part demon. You see, when a vampire first arises, the demon has the most control. When a vampire reaches a thousand years of age, they are known as a child of the millennia, or an ancient. When that happens, usually we lose our human faces as the demon in us erases almost every trace of our human appearance. But there are stories of vampires who, when they reach this age, become, I suppose you could say, more in touch with the ghost in them.
As the ghost in them takes equal control, they develop the power of flight and the ability to change shape. Or so the legends say."
"Cool. Wait, does that mean ghosts are real? As in, someone dying an' their spirit stays on Earth and haunts some place?"
He smiled at me. "Not as stupid as you look." Now for him, that was a big compliment.
Glazzior leaned against a tree an' took out a bottle. He unscrewed it and started t' sip it. "That blood?" I asked curiously.
"You tell me."
'God he's irritating,' I thought. "How the hell should I know?"
He sighed like he was a parent with an annoying little kid. "You are still thinking like a human. You are a vampire now. Your senses have been greatly enhansted. Use them."
I stood there for a second. 'This is just too weird,' I thought. 'But what the hell.' I breathed in deep through my nose an' got a gazillion smells. "Holy shit," I whispered. I could smell petrel, sweat, vomit, cigarettes, grass, dirt, take-aways, rotting flesh . . . there was too much t' take in.
Glazzior smirked at me again. 'What is that, 'is bloody trade mark?' I thought.
"Do not worry. In time you will learn to pick out individual scents."
"It yer knew that wuz gonna happen, why the hell'd ya get me to do it?" I demanded.
"Well after your remarkably quick grasp on sanity when you arose, I wished to see how well you adapted to you're new senses. Poorly, I see." I sniffed the air again, trying to tell what 'e was drinkin'. "You couldn't even tell I was drinking . . . "
"Wine," I interrupted.
Glazzior raised an eyebrow. "Pardon?"
"You're drinkin' wine."
He smiled at me. He looked for all the world like a proud father. Which in a way, I guess he was. "It seems I chose well when I made you into my childe."
I stared at him.
"Something wrong?" He asked.
"Why did you turn me?"
He looked me, head kinda t' the side. "You know the answer."
I looked at 'im, confused. "No I don't."
"On the night you died, what did I say to you?"
I repeated his words in me 'ead. 'On the night you died'. I shivered. Gave me the creeps. But I thought about it anyway. "Um . . . yer said 'So you like vampires? That's good. Per'aps that'll make what I'm gonna do t' ya easier, thought I doubt it'.
He gave me an irritated look. "What else did I say to you?"
"Um . . . 'ow would you like the dark gift of immortality?"
"Is that a question or a statement?"
"Both, I guess."
"One last time. I know you have at least some intelligence. Use it."
This time I really did think. Hard. Why did 'e make me?
"Yer said, 'you 'ave a strong spirit, you'll make a good edition t' my little family.'"
"And what do you think I meant by that?"
"Jesus Christ! Can't y' juss gi' me a soddin' straight answer? Ain't exactly bloody rocket science, y'know?!! Fuckin' 'ell!" I saw the look on 'is face an' realised I'd just made a VERY big mistake. "Erm . . . no disrespect . . . um . . . master." I was supprised how easy it was callin' 'im master. It felt . . . right. God I hate that bloody bond.
"You are knew, so I will forgive you this once," he said.
I was supprised. 'E didn't strike me as the forgivin' sort. Still, I wasn't complanin'.
"To answer your question, I made you because it would have been foolish to do otherwise."
"Why? Worried about vampire hunters?"
He growled. "It'll be a cold day in hell when I'm afraid of some pathetic little human."
"Then why? Note special 'bout me."
"You're wrong, Raven. People like you are rare. I should know, I've walked this sorry world for centuries. I was lucky to have
found you before some other vampire did."
"Why? What's so special about me?"
"Your courage."
I raised my eyebrows. "Ay?"
"Do you even realise how courageous you are?"
"Um . . . no, not really. I'm afraid of loads of things."
"You underestimate yourself."
"Not that me ego doesn't like what yer sayin', but I honestly don't think I'm braver than the average guy."
'E gave me a weird look. "You honestly don't know, do you?"
He juss looked at me for a few seconds.
Then 'e started talkin' again. "When I first saw you, I saw you purely as food. I had no intention to making you my childe."
"And you did because . . . ?"
He didn't answer at first. Just gave me this weird look.
"You reeked of fear."
"Um . . . okay . . ." I thought he was a bit of a control freak.
"Yet you did not let it did not consume you."
I frowned. What was 'e gettin' at?
"Raven, in my very long lifetime, I have slaughtered countless innocents. Men, women, children . . . the numbers brobaly stretch into the billions, as I killed for pleasure as well as for food."
I expected to feel disgust when 'e said that. Nothing. Note. Nadda. It was still kinda strange that I didn't care about the people he'd murdered. Disturbin' in a way. I mean, I knew I should be feelin' SOMETHING, but I wasn't. Weird.
"Most of the people I kill succumb too the fear, always allowing themselves to be controlled by it. They cry, they weep, they beg. . . but you did not."
He reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a pack a fags an' a lighter. "Cigarette?"
I nodded. "Yeah thanks." 'E took two out an' put 'em in between 'is lips and lit 'em. He took one of 'em out an' passed it to me. I took a drag an' blew the smoke out. "Ta."
"You're welcome." He leaned back against the tree. "Come, join me."
I walked up to 'im an' leaned against a gravestone about two meters away from 'im.
"As I was saying. You felt a great amount of fear towards me, but you did not let it control you. You kept your thoughts rational. You even mocked me!" He said that last part with a laugh. " You stood you're ground, you did not let your fear show. Even on the drink of death, you fought me. Remember? I tried to give you my blood, and you fought me?"
I nodded.
"I could not let the opportunity for such a warrior at my side too pass. And I have no doubt that in time you will become a legendary dark warrior."
I grinned.
"Thanks."
"Again, you are welcome."
I hesitated. "Y' know 'ow yer said yer could smell me fear? You were just bein' metaphorical, right?"
"When a human is afraid, the brain releases a chemical that comes out in the sweat. With our superior sense of smell, we can detect that chemical."
"Oh. Cool."
"It is a very useful gift, especially in battle. It gives us a great advantage. And the fear itself also sweetens the blood greatly." 'E licked 'is lips. "Very tasty."
"'Ow long ago was it you bit me?"
"Three days."
'Three days?!?! Me family must be worried sick!' I thought.
"You are thinking about your family, are you not?" Glazzior
asked softly. I nodded. "Yeah." I bit my bottom lip. I wanted to go home.
"Go too them."
I looked at him supprised. "Ay?"
He smiled, lookin' sympathetic as hell. Can't believe I fell for it. "Go to them."
"I . . . thank you."
He smiled. "Go."
I ran home.
What I didn't know at the time was that Glazzior was followin' me. 'E knew what'd 'appen when I saw them. 'E knew I wouldn't be able t' control the hunger. My mum. My dad. My little brother an' my little sister. 'E knew the only thing I'd see when I saw then wuz food. 'E knew I'd slaughter my own family.
Sneaky basted.
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