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actually going to finish!! This is the first chapter so I hope you enjoy
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Interview with a Demon
By Trix the tiger
Chapter One
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~It was fairly cold out. I'm still not sure till this day, but I think it was raining. Or everyone else thought it was. The moment was too confusing for me to even tell. There were families turning out the lights in their beautiful four bedroom apartments and the homeless started lighting their pit fires to keep warm and a little dry. I was just doing my nightly walk around the city. I felt like I was more comfortable being awake at night so I wouldn't an awkward moment when the skitos' were out screaming at the crows around the corner; feeding on week old fries and half eaten hotdogs from Johnny's two blocks down.
I don't know why I was never scared. I think I was meant to always watch over and observe daytime folks and keep myself from wondering why I never really had a home. I mean I live in a cramped, one bathroom apartment and all, but I hate going there. I can't even say I belong anywhere. Sometimes I wonder, like now, why he ever thought I was worth it. He changed me in ways I can't explain. He was my lover and friend. The only friend I can ever think I had. Things have changed now. I'm somewhat different. But I wont ever forget...Zoma.~
When we first met I was just turning 17 years old. It's weird that I first met him on my birthday. You only see those kind of coincidences in movies and such. I was in the training hall where my father always wanted me to stay out of. I heard him yelling at the chief of security. A prisoner had escaped and one of the guards was dead. Father always blamed him. I ran out through the secret passage way I had one of the servants build for me so father would never catch me in there. And I made some of my own swords without father ever missing any of his "precious" swords.
I was the best warrior out of any of father's knights and I've been known to beat even my father in battle. I wanted to be better, to be the best warrior, the best female warrior too. I was born with the will to fight, not to look pretty and marry a fifty year old, fat, hairy man that would make my father rich. I wanted to travel and to experience different people in combat. That night I had enough of being cooped up in the castle listening to father fight his best knights for training and me, of course not having any fun. I took off changing into manlier clothes and riding out of town with my favorite horse. He was black with brown ankles and a shortcut main. His name was Cecil. I named him after my great grandfather who actually married someone around his own age and out of love. I admired him so. I rode past the Shepard's who were admonishing how fast I rode and my beautiful stead and along the way I stopped at a pub with a picture of a feline in thick black boots. I stowed Cecil and once again accomplish looking like a fool trying to be a man.
I walked in and had starry eyes the size of England. In all the world I had never seen so many strong and bold men looking for a fight. Some of them were soldiers and some were peasants who needed some side money from working at their farms or stores. I strolled to the bar counter and told the bartender for a pint of old whiskey. I had gotten used to drinking from practice at festivals so when I ever had to encounter looking like a man I wouldn't wince at the bitter taste. I sat myself and looked at the so called worthy adversaries. None of them looked appetizing except for one. He strangely had ear length black hair and completely black clothes looking like a duke, even a king. He sensed someone starring, and turned slowly, towards my eyes. I quickly turned face and met some odd looking man similar to the one dressed in black.
I was quiet and kept up my straight face. The bartender came back with the pint so I paid quickly and left without looking behind. I met up with Cecil then all of a sudden I get pulled back onto the ground. Four or five big men were standing around me and starring at my now opened shirt. I knew I forgot my breastplate while dressing. They started smiling and dragged me into the nearest deserted alleyway.
"Heh heh heh! My, look what we have ere'! We thought you'd had look different miss. Now for you having been lying to the land we be punishing yah! Tie er' arms down Mitch, and Will, you be stripp'n er'. Now let us see if we can all have a little fun ere'!"
I didn't scream. Not even once. I stayed quiet not to let my anger get out. If I did then no one would be standing alive for the next two miles. It's strange but when ever my anger gets a hold of me something happens. I lose consciousness and I go berserk. I start killing and I don't stop. I don't even have to use a sword. The only way I have supposedly been stopped from my killing spree is when I've tasted enough. Enough blood that is.
It hurt. I felt pain all over my body. I wanted everything to stop. I didn't want to be alive... KILL ME NOW!!!
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? CECIL HELP ME!!!"
Cecil had run as quickly as anything could move; he was there in a flash. He ripped one guy holding my waist down and chopped off another's head. He was different. Cecil had changed; he wasn't my best friend anymore. He wasn't my horse anymore. He was human. Or at least he looked it. He was what a human would call...a vampire. He had strength and he used it to protect me. As soon as those men were dead I laid there lifeless. I was naked and vulnerable, starring at my partner in crime. My friend, my soul mate was inhuman.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?" Cecil yelled.
I didn't know what happened. I didn't even realize that I screamed for help, I was weak. What? No I'm never weak; this can't be happening to me! I am the strongest and worthy warrior to have ever been born. Or am I just a puny little girl. I looked at him and what happened next I didn't know how to explain. He had been holding me that whole time and was as if to be comforting me, stroking my hair; he had cover my body with his velvet black cloak and held my head towards his face. I starred into his eyes.
"I'm just a little girl. I am nothing..."
"I know this is hard for you; beyond being hard. This is the most dreadful thing that could happen to anyone. Yes, I'm still Cecil, but I'm not your stead. I was born-"
All of a sudden the man in black was with his companion standing over us. His sword was at my neck and with an emotionless face he said,
"I should have done this myself. Now you must die WITCH!"
Cecil screamed while clutching my body tightly, "BACK OFF! She is not the witch you seek! She is nothing near as dreadful as a witch! SHE IS THE Tenbatsu Akuma! And-" (AN: Tenbatsu' means wrath 'Akuma' means demon or Satan.)
"WHAT! ......I...can't..." The man in black didn't know what was going on anymore.
I can't believe what I'm hearing. What does 'Tenbatsu Akuma' mean? And why do people want to kill me? Is it because they knew who I am and they want revenge on my father or me or do they just want money or land? It's like my life is in someone or everyone else's hands. And who really is Cecil? Who are those men? What happened to me? Am I alive? I have no part in my life anymore. I am nothing anymore...
"Fallon...everything is going to be ok. Let me get you inside so you don't freeze. I'm going to have to have a long talk with all of you. Lets leave."
Cecil had given me hope by saying that. At least I'll figure out what is happening and I'll get most of the answers to my questions. I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but I don't think I'll be having a good time. Cecil draped his cloak around my chest; lifted me up into his arms and carried me into an empty cabin into the woods behind the alleyway. What amazed me at this time is that tears had flushed my face and I was shivery. Cecil quickly noticed and held me closer. His hands were cold. And at the same time I felt warm inside. Like he was my true should mate and he would be with me forever. I'm just not sure how long forever is. I hope he out lives me so I wont ever have to be alone.
"You know you think a lot. But I don't mind I enjoy listening to your thoughts. And soon you will be able to hear mine. You will be the greatest warrior in the world next to me. After all you need someone to protect you!"
"WHAT!! I MINGHT be cold, hungry and a lot of other things like totally oblivious to whatever is going on, but NO ONE IS GOING TO PROTECT ME!!! I'm just fine on my own Cecil!"
"SHUT UP! You talk and think way too much lady! And if it wasn't for him you wouldn't even be alive! So you have no excuse to NOT have someone like him protect you!"
We all just starred at the man in black. I because I liked to stare at a lot of things, Cecil just looked weird with a sweat drop, and that other dude traveling with the guy in black just looked amazed to even see his partner to even look pissed off. I don't think that guy gets stressed out that much. I must be a real pain in the ass... ~~~--- ---~~~ End of Chapter One. ~~~~~~--- ---~~~~~~ ~~~~~~------~~~~~~ A/N: END OF CHAPTER ONE!!!YAY!! Remember to email me yawl!!! And I know its not exactly "funny" in the beginning but she's going to warm up to people- after all this has all happened all ready-she's just going back into her memory and telling YOU all her story and once in awhile you get sucked back into the present where she is and things happen...and the past ends later on and what will happen is in this story the present happens or something SORRY I don't know how to explain but email me when you ever get confused or just want to talk k?? Well get going to the next chapter-PLEAZE R&R!! And thanks Koishii for inspiring me to write!! ~~~~~~------~~~~~~ ~~~--- ---~~~ Preview of Chapter Two. ~~~~~~--- ---~~~~~~
~Looking back at those times gives me a chill up my spine. – a couple comes up looking strange drops and drops some money by me- "Oh no! I'm not hungry! I was just telling them a story and I started drooling because I was thinking about someone!" "Freak! Give me back my money!" –the guy came back and snatched the money out of my open hand- I guess people don't respect their elders...even though I still look seventeen...I guess it's one of my gifts... I just don't know anymore...~ ~~~~~~------~~~~~~ -Trix the Tiger
~It was fairly cold out. I'm still not sure till this day, but I think it was raining. Or everyone else thought it was. The moment was too confusing for me to even tell. There were families turning out the lights in their beautiful four bedroom apartments and the homeless started lighting their pit fires to keep warm and a little dry. I was just doing my nightly walk around the city. I felt like I was more comfortable being awake at night so I wouldn't an awkward moment when the skitos' were out screaming at the crows around the corner; feeding on week old fries and half eaten hotdogs from Johnny's two blocks down.
I don't know why I was never scared. I think I was meant to always watch over and observe daytime folks and keep myself from wondering why I never really had a home. I mean I live in a cramped, one bathroom apartment and all, but I hate going there. I can't even say I belong anywhere. Sometimes I wonder, like now, why he ever thought I was worth it. He changed me in ways I can't explain. He was my lover and friend. The only friend I can ever think I had. Things have changed now. I'm somewhat different. But I wont ever forget...Zoma.~
When we first met I was just turning 17 years old. It's weird that I first met him on my birthday. You only see those kind of coincidences in movies and such. I was in the training hall where my father always wanted me to stay out of. I heard him yelling at the chief of security. A prisoner had escaped and one of the guards was dead. Father always blamed him. I ran out through the secret passage way I had one of the servants build for me so father would never catch me in there. And I made some of my own swords without father ever missing any of his "precious" swords.
I was the best warrior out of any of father's knights and I've been known to beat even my father in battle. I wanted to be better, to be the best warrior, the best female warrior too. I was born with the will to fight, not to look pretty and marry a fifty year old, fat, hairy man that would make my father rich. I wanted to travel and to experience different people in combat. That night I had enough of being cooped up in the castle listening to father fight his best knights for training and me, of course not having any fun. I took off changing into manlier clothes and riding out of town with my favorite horse. He was black with brown ankles and a shortcut main. His name was Cecil. I named him after my great grandfather who actually married someone around his own age and out of love. I admired him so. I rode past the Shepard's who were admonishing how fast I rode and my beautiful stead and along the way I stopped at a pub with a picture of a feline in thick black boots. I stowed Cecil and once again accomplish looking like a fool trying to be a man.
I walked in and had starry eyes the size of England. In all the world I had never seen so many strong and bold men looking for a fight. Some of them were soldiers and some were peasants who needed some side money from working at their farms or stores. I strolled to the bar counter and told the bartender for a pint of old whiskey. I had gotten used to drinking from practice at festivals so when I ever had to encounter looking like a man I wouldn't wince at the bitter taste. I sat myself and looked at the so called worthy adversaries. None of them looked appetizing except for one. He strangely had ear length black hair and completely black clothes looking like a duke, even a king. He sensed someone starring, and turned slowly, towards my eyes. I quickly turned face and met some odd looking man similar to the one dressed in black.
I was quiet and kept up my straight face. The bartender came back with the pint so I paid quickly and left without looking behind. I met up with Cecil then all of a sudden I get pulled back onto the ground. Four or five big men were standing around me and starring at my now opened shirt. I knew I forgot my breastplate while dressing. They started smiling and dragged me into the nearest deserted alleyway.
"Heh heh heh! My, look what we have ere'! We thought you'd had look different miss. Now for you having been lying to the land we be punishing yah! Tie er' arms down Mitch, and Will, you be stripp'n er'. Now let us see if we can all have a little fun ere'!"
I didn't scream. Not even once. I stayed quiet not to let my anger get out. If I did then no one would be standing alive for the next two miles. It's strange but when ever my anger gets a hold of me something happens. I lose consciousness and I go berserk. I start killing and I don't stop. I don't even have to use a sword. The only way I have supposedly been stopped from my killing spree is when I've tasted enough. Enough blood that is.
It hurt. I felt pain all over my body. I wanted everything to stop. I didn't want to be alive... KILL ME NOW!!!
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS? CECIL HELP ME!!!"
Cecil had run as quickly as anything could move; he was there in a flash. He ripped one guy holding my waist down and chopped off another's head. He was different. Cecil had changed; he wasn't my best friend anymore. He wasn't my horse anymore. He was human. Or at least he looked it. He was what a human would call...a vampire. He had strength and he used it to protect me. As soon as those men were dead I laid there lifeless. I was naked and vulnerable, starring at my partner in crime. My friend, my soul mate was inhuman.
"ARE YOU ALRIGHT?!?" Cecil yelled.
I didn't know what happened. I didn't even realize that I screamed for help, I was weak. What? No I'm never weak; this can't be happening to me! I am the strongest and worthy warrior to have ever been born. Or am I just a puny little girl. I looked at him and what happened next I didn't know how to explain. He had been holding me that whole time and was as if to be comforting me, stroking my hair; he had cover my body with his velvet black cloak and held my head towards his face. I starred into his eyes.
"I'm just a little girl. I am nothing..."
"I know this is hard for you; beyond being hard. This is the most dreadful thing that could happen to anyone. Yes, I'm still Cecil, but I'm not your stead. I was born-"
All of a sudden the man in black was with his companion standing over us. His sword was at my neck and with an emotionless face he said,
"I should have done this myself. Now you must die WITCH!"
Cecil screamed while clutching my body tightly, "BACK OFF! She is not the witch you seek! She is nothing near as dreadful as a witch! SHE IS THE Tenbatsu Akuma! And-" (AN: Tenbatsu' means wrath 'Akuma' means demon or Satan.)
"WHAT! ......I...can't..." The man in black didn't know what was going on anymore.
I can't believe what I'm hearing. What does 'Tenbatsu Akuma' mean? And why do people want to kill me? Is it because they knew who I am and they want revenge on my father or me or do they just want money or land? It's like my life is in someone or everyone else's hands. And who really is Cecil? Who are those men? What happened to me? Am I alive? I have no part in my life anymore. I am nothing anymore...
"Fallon...everything is going to be ok. Let me get you inside so you don't freeze. I'm going to have to have a long talk with all of you. Lets leave."
Cecil had given me hope by saying that. At least I'll figure out what is happening and I'll get most of the answers to my questions. I'm not sure what's going to happen next, but I don't think I'll be having a good time. Cecil draped his cloak around my chest; lifted me up into his arms and carried me into an empty cabin into the woods behind the alleyway. What amazed me at this time is that tears had flushed my face and I was shivery. Cecil quickly noticed and held me closer. His hands were cold. And at the same time I felt warm inside. Like he was my true should mate and he would be with me forever. I'm just not sure how long forever is. I hope he out lives me so I wont ever have to be alone.
"You know you think a lot. But I don't mind I enjoy listening to your thoughts. And soon you will be able to hear mine. You will be the greatest warrior in the world next to me. After all you need someone to protect you!"
"WHAT!! I MINGHT be cold, hungry and a lot of other things like totally oblivious to whatever is going on, but NO ONE IS GOING TO PROTECT ME!!! I'm just fine on my own Cecil!"
"SHUT UP! You talk and think way too much lady! And if it wasn't for him you wouldn't even be alive! So you have no excuse to NOT have someone like him protect you!"
We all just starred at the man in black. I because I liked to stare at a lot of things, Cecil just looked weird with a sweat drop, and that other dude traveling with the guy in black just looked amazed to even see his partner to even look pissed off. I don't think that guy gets stressed out that much. I must be a real pain in the ass... ~~~--- ---~~~ End of Chapter One. ~~~~~~--- ---~~~~~~ ~~~~~~------~~~~~~ A/N: END OF CHAPTER ONE!!!YAY!! Remember to email me yawl!!! And I know its not exactly "funny" in the beginning but she's going to warm up to people- after all this has all happened all ready-she's just going back into her memory and telling YOU all her story and once in awhile you get sucked back into the present where she is and things happen...and the past ends later on and what will happen is in this story the present happens or something SORRY I don't know how to explain but email me when you ever get confused or just want to talk k?? Well get going to the next chapter-PLEAZE R&R!! And thanks Koishii for inspiring me to write!! ~~~~~~------~~~~~~ ~~~--- ---~~~ Preview of Chapter Two. ~~~~~~--- ---~~~~~~
~Looking back at those times gives me a chill up my spine. – a couple comes up looking strange drops and drops some money by me- "Oh no! I'm not hungry! I was just telling them a story and I started drooling because I was thinking about someone!" "Freak! Give me back my money!" –the guy came back and snatched the money out of my open hand- I guess people don't respect their elders...even though I still look seventeen...I guess it's one of my gifts... I just don't know anymore...~ ~~~~~~------~~~~~~ -Trix the Tiger
