Oh ah. . .hi, you guys! Heh heh heh. . .yeah, I know. . .I know, I took
forever in getting this out. No, I haven't forgotten, haven't lost
interest, or given up. . .I'm just incredible lazy, and busy, too, if that
makes sense. Well, here it is, enjoy! Also, a special thanks to Unholy
Kazaana for IMing me, telling me in a nice way to get the chapters out!
Thanks a lot, buddy!
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Acceptance of Light. . .of Darkness SilverSwan
Chapter 4: The Calling ******************************************************
Silent as the dark night itself, Vash made his way to his hotel room, right next to that of Meryl & Milly's; Wolfwood was rooming with him. Yet at the present, the room was empty, Milly and Woolfwood had lingered after dinner at the hotel bar, Wolfwood not acting the least bit like a priest. Vash opened the door and was met by a black room, well suited to his mood.
Not bothering to switch on the light, he made his way to the bed's edge and sat down, head in hands, recalling what the evening with Milly and Wolfwood had revealed, recalling, more specifically, Milly's words:
"Meryl and I are a team with the Bernardelli Vampire Hunters Co. She's one of the best in her line of work."
'So she's a vampire hunter.' he thought despondently. 'Well, what did you expect?' Vash silently chided himself. 'Even if she hadn't been a hunter, she would probably have despised me nonetheless, had I told her my heritage.' Most people in the world did, silently crossing themselves whenever the word 'vampire' was mentioned. Letting out a frustrated sigh Vash flopped down on the bed.
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"So what do you think about him?" Wolfwood asked, motioning with his head to Vash's retreating figure, as Milly and he sat down at the hotel bar and lounge. Vash had declined their invitation, and had kindly left them some much necessary cash.
"He is really nice!" Milly exclaimed. "But well. . .Mr. Priest, he seems to carry around this deep sorrow. You can see it in his eyes, even when he smiles," she finished, her large blue eyes touched with concern.
'That's one of the things I love about her,' Wolfwood thought. Milly's humanitarian feeling to everyone - she could teach him some things about kindness, he mused. Then too, she had picked up on the forlorn look in Vash's eyes. . .as he had. 'We'd make a great couple. . .' Wolfwood thought idly, temporarily forgetting his profession as he intently studied her face. The large blue eyes, sweet face framed by brown hair. . .
"Mr. Priest?" Milly shifted in her barstool, somewhat uncomfortable with the long silence and his close perusal of her person. "Mr. Priest. . .what do you think?"
"Oh - ah, sorry." He made to reach for his cigarettes in the breast picket of his suit, as he nearly always did in a nervous situation, but stopped himself, remembering Milly's aversion to them on the bus. She hadn't said it outright, but her mannerism - eyes averted, nose slightly wrinkled - had told him so. "I think you're absolutely right, Big Girl," he said, with a wink.
Milly blushed.
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Vash's biological father loomed before his eyes - The Count, larger than life, royal in his bearing, and utterly resplendent in the feeling of horror he emitted, yet at the same time looking strangely weak and drained of his power. He was in his bedchamber, looking at a picture of Knives. . .'or is it me?' Vash wondered as he continued to observe.
Suddenly there was a flash back to what Vash somehow knew had occurred earlier that evening - before the Count was in his bedchambers - and before he looked so fragile. Knives and the Count were in the gardens, taking a midnight stroll. The full moon shone down upon the lone figures amid the wealth of blood-red roses. The Count turned towards Knives and said something Vash couldn't make out. Knives looked pleased, which Vash knew, couldn't be good. Vash felt his blood chill.
Then suddenly, the Count seized Knives' neck and bit him, taking the remaining human blood Rem had bestowed on Knives until it was totally drained, purging Knives from any last inclinations towards human emotions he might have. Vash knew now there was absolutely no chance for Knives to ever be redeemed. No chance for him to ever live as a human. Alas, Knives was no longer human, but instead replenished with the power of the vampire line, the horrific, unquenchable desire of bloodlust forever unappeasable.
Suddenly Vash was taken back to the Count's room, his father studying the picture. Faster than the human eye could see, the weakened Count was attacked from behind, a blade cleaving its path directly through his heart. Just as quickly, the blade was removed, and the figure gone, leaving the Count dead, face first on the hard, cold stones.
But Vash wasn't totally human. He'd glimpsed the figure, male with long blue hair and a piercing golden eye.
"Vash. . .Vash." Knives' voice. And Vash knew just what he wanted. "It is time, Vash. Time. Vash. . .Vash."
"VASH! Vash, are you there?"
Vash's eyes flew open with a start. 'What? Where am I?. . .Knives?' How was it Knives was outside his door?
'No,' he realized half a second later. It wasn't Knives, it was Milly, coming to check on him, and he froze, unable to respond. If he did, she'd certainly be able to tell something was amiss. He listened silently, as he heard her sigh, then her footsteps making their way to her room next door. Milly opened and shut the door with a muted click.
What he'd seen was clear. The Count was dead, and Knives was in full power. Vash knew what he wanted. Knives wanted his twin to aid him in reclaiming the earth for vampires - whether it be by killing the entire human race, or turning them into minions of the night. Knives wanted Vash. ***************************************************************
Short, I know, but rest assured, the next chapter will be out in about a week. It's already written, but just needs to be typed and edited. I'm really very sorry for delaying this so long, and thanks to those faithful readers who are still reading this, and even more thanks to those who are reviewing this. Up next: Knives and Legato make their entrances.
SilverSwan
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Acceptance of Light. . .of Darkness SilverSwan
Chapter 4: The Calling ******************************************************
Silent as the dark night itself, Vash made his way to his hotel room, right next to that of Meryl & Milly's; Wolfwood was rooming with him. Yet at the present, the room was empty, Milly and Woolfwood had lingered after dinner at the hotel bar, Wolfwood not acting the least bit like a priest. Vash opened the door and was met by a black room, well suited to his mood.
Not bothering to switch on the light, he made his way to the bed's edge and sat down, head in hands, recalling what the evening with Milly and Wolfwood had revealed, recalling, more specifically, Milly's words:
"Meryl and I are a team with the Bernardelli Vampire Hunters Co. She's one of the best in her line of work."
'So she's a vampire hunter.' he thought despondently. 'Well, what did you expect?' Vash silently chided himself. 'Even if she hadn't been a hunter, she would probably have despised me nonetheless, had I told her my heritage.' Most people in the world did, silently crossing themselves whenever the word 'vampire' was mentioned. Letting out a frustrated sigh Vash flopped down on the bed.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
"So what do you think about him?" Wolfwood asked, motioning with his head to Vash's retreating figure, as Milly and he sat down at the hotel bar and lounge. Vash had declined their invitation, and had kindly left them some much necessary cash.
"He is really nice!" Milly exclaimed. "But well. . .Mr. Priest, he seems to carry around this deep sorrow. You can see it in his eyes, even when he smiles," she finished, her large blue eyes touched with concern.
'That's one of the things I love about her,' Wolfwood thought. Milly's humanitarian feeling to everyone - she could teach him some things about kindness, he mused. Then too, she had picked up on the forlorn look in Vash's eyes. . .as he had. 'We'd make a great couple. . .' Wolfwood thought idly, temporarily forgetting his profession as he intently studied her face. The large blue eyes, sweet face framed by brown hair. . .
"Mr. Priest?" Milly shifted in her barstool, somewhat uncomfortable with the long silence and his close perusal of her person. "Mr. Priest. . .what do you think?"
"Oh - ah, sorry." He made to reach for his cigarettes in the breast picket of his suit, as he nearly always did in a nervous situation, but stopped himself, remembering Milly's aversion to them on the bus. She hadn't said it outright, but her mannerism - eyes averted, nose slightly wrinkled - had told him so. "I think you're absolutely right, Big Girl," he said, with a wink.
Milly blushed.
** ** ** ** ** ** ** **
Vash's biological father loomed before his eyes - The Count, larger than life, royal in his bearing, and utterly resplendent in the feeling of horror he emitted, yet at the same time looking strangely weak and drained of his power. He was in his bedchamber, looking at a picture of Knives. . .'or is it me?' Vash wondered as he continued to observe.
Suddenly there was a flash back to what Vash somehow knew had occurred earlier that evening - before the Count was in his bedchambers - and before he looked so fragile. Knives and the Count were in the gardens, taking a midnight stroll. The full moon shone down upon the lone figures amid the wealth of blood-red roses. The Count turned towards Knives and said something Vash couldn't make out. Knives looked pleased, which Vash knew, couldn't be good. Vash felt his blood chill.
Then suddenly, the Count seized Knives' neck and bit him, taking the remaining human blood Rem had bestowed on Knives until it was totally drained, purging Knives from any last inclinations towards human emotions he might have. Vash knew now there was absolutely no chance for Knives to ever be redeemed. No chance for him to ever live as a human. Alas, Knives was no longer human, but instead replenished with the power of the vampire line, the horrific, unquenchable desire of bloodlust forever unappeasable.
Suddenly Vash was taken back to the Count's room, his father studying the picture. Faster than the human eye could see, the weakened Count was attacked from behind, a blade cleaving its path directly through his heart. Just as quickly, the blade was removed, and the figure gone, leaving the Count dead, face first on the hard, cold stones.
But Vash wasn't totally human. He'd glimpsed the figure, male with long blue hair and a piercing golden eye.
"Vash. . .Vash." Knives' voice. And Vash knew just what he wanted. "It is time, Vash. Time. Vash. . .Vash."
"VASH! Vash, are you there?"
Vash's eyes flew open with a start. 'What? Where am I?. . .Knives?' How was it Knives was outside his door?
'No,' he realized half a second later. It wasn't Knives, it was Milly, coming to check on him, and he froze, unable to respond. If he did, she'd certainly be able to tell something was amiss. He listened silently, as he heard her sigh, then her footsteps making their way to her room next door. Milly opened and shut the door with a muted click.
What he'd seen was clear. The Count was dead, and Knives was in full power. Vash knew what he wanted. Knives wanted his twin to aid him in reclaiming the earth for vampires - whether it be by killing the entire human race, or turning them into minions of the night. Knives wanted Vash. ***************************************************************
Short, I know, but rest assured, the next chapter will be out in about a week. It's already written, but just needs to be typed and edited. I'm really very sorry for delaying this so long, and thanks to those faithful readers who are still reading this, and even more thanks to those who are reviewing this. Up next: Knives and Legato make their entrances.
SilverSwan
