I love all of you. Your reviews are so darn nice! //huggles all to point of
insanity// but man! Talk about a demanding audience! Kidding! Actually, I
like being asked to update soon. It kind of motivates me. I think I want to
add more of the Matrix cast in here, though. Maybe even this Axel guy, who
I rescued whilst playing 'Enter The Matrix'. (Which is a kick-ass game btw,
go buy/rent it now!) He seems very cool- perhaps even my next obsession?
Hmm- time will tell. And on with the random series of words and punctuation
which is this fic. . .
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Response to Reviews:
Alocin: I definitely like the romantic movie idea! It will be coming up in future chapters, don't worry! ^_^
Eyana: Lol! Please write me more little comic scenes, they are so cute. Though I'm sure One would prefer red wine to strawberry juice, ne? ^_~
Tashilover: "Whoa, so are you like, the master vampire or something? Cause like, you ugly and old and stuff..." I am SO putting that line in this fic when she meets him! Lol!
Kyrillia: No, the transvestite idea isn't bad, it's just weird. ^_^ And yes, I'm on my holidays, so yes, I should be updating sooner. . . but that's just a crazy theory. My laziness will ultimately prevail. But you can still bug me for updates, I don't mind! And I'm glad you're loving this story!
Kit: Glad you liked the muffins! And don't worry, people telling me to hurry up is a good motivational factor. It combats the Lazy Writer Syndrome. //glee//
Allnigtdreamer: "I was almost disappointed when you went with the goth chick idea because it was just going to be another self gratifying 'someone like me meets the character-what's gonna happen' kind of thing." Ah well, no it won't be, dun you worry! I am certainly not a Goth- though I have many friends who are. The Goth girl is just a figment of imagination who people suggested and I thought would lead the characters into some funny situations. . .^_~
Megami No Inazumi: Lol! Let your stepsis continue to look at you weirdly, 'cos this fic will not end for quite a while! And yes, I have a feeling the chocolate mint will keep reoccurring here. . . It's a conspiracy. . . ¬_¬
Thanks to everyone else who have, and are about to //cough// review!
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Disclaimer: I may own a lot of things- CD's, Books, a few films, a T.V. and a Playstation II, But sadly I do not own the Twins or any of the characters in The Matrix, Matrix Reloaded or even Matrix Revolutions. //sigh// I do, however, own The Goth girl who I will name shortly, and Mia. Actually, Mia owns herself. . . I think. O.o
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"So. . . have you, like, always been a Vampire?"
One shot his date a curious look, before turning his attention back on the road. She was a weird one. As it turned out, her name was Mortisha, or Tish for short. He didn't think it was her real name, but he wasn't fussed. She liked two things: Rock music, and black. Lots of black. Absently, he ran his hand through his dreadlocks and sighed. Back to this sodding Vampire business.
"Yes, I have always been a vampire." He kept meaning to tell her- ghost, not vamp- but he was waiting for the right timing. It never came up. "Is it left here?"
"Uh-uh." She nodded. "So, have you like, ever drank anyone's blood, or shit like that? 'Cos that would be, y'know, fucked."
One was still unsure if 'fucked' was a good thing. Tish seemed to use it in place of so many different words it was hard to tell.
"Yeah. Sure."
Tish hissed with delight.
"Fucking hell! Really?"
One gave a nod. He was content to lie continually to her- in a week and a half the dinner with the Merovingian would be over and she could go back to staring at the full moon or walking around graveyards, or whatever the hell she liked doing normally.
"Turn right here. It's uh, on the left, at the end of the road."
One pulled over and stepped out of the car. He started to walk round to Tish's side, but she had already let herself out. Now she was regarding his ride, one hand stroking the door.
"This is one fucked Porshe. I love it. How much?"
One loved her bluntness. It was almost cute.
"Oh I don't know. Fifty thou? I can't remember." He watched her as she squirmed with delight. For the first time in weeks, he thanked the boss for giving him such a high salary. It was something he took forgranted.
"So," He said, taking her by the arm. " This. . . place. What's it like?"
Tish shrugged. "Oh, I haven't been here yet, but my friends all say it's the shit. It's totally vamped out, man. I might even meet some more real ones. How cool is that?"
One wasn't sure. He had met vampires before- some of them were working for The Merovingian- and they were a nasty sort. They were always in a bad mood, and always hurling abuse at the unfortunate maids and butlers at the Chateau. One unlucky vamp had tried laughing at The Twins on their first arrival. Like most people who laughed at them, the vamp did it once. Just once. Needless to say, The Twins were given a wide berth after that.
Tish dragged One's thoughts back to the present again as she pushed open a heavy door, marked with graffiti, and motioned him inside. He was instantly overpowered by the smell of alcohol and sweat, which made him take a step backwards. He could here people talking, yelling; a loud smashing sound told him a table had just been overturned and the grunts and shouts meant a fight had just broken out. So this was 'the shit?' One had never been to a place like this before- the parties he had been to were elegant and refined- there was certainly no fighting (except for the occasion when a few rebels had interrupted one of Merovingian's many speeches; a messy riot had followed soon after.) However, he was curious- and if what Tish was saying was true, he would be held in high regard due to his vamp-ness. So, taking a breath, he followed her downstairs.
"The band's gonna start soon, you know." Tish informed him as they entered the main room. "They're supposed to be fucking great, too. They've flown in from Detroit and everything. And the guitarist is soo fucking hot!"
But One wasn't listening. He was gazing around, trying to take everything in. The hordes of people crammed in here were almost mind boggling- you could hardly move without bumping into someone. There was a bar over at the far corner, hidden by a mob of black wearing Goths, and in the other a small and very cramped stage, where four musicians were tuning up their instruments. One's instinct made him take note of possible exits- he could only count one, and that was where they had come in. This would be very dangerous- especially with all these people- in case a fire or psycho broke out or something: a pile up would surely follow. Okay for him though, he could just phase through the roof or something. He looked up at it- it was very low, and One was surprised to see many sprinklers were attached to the ceiling. A cloud of cigarette smoke hung in a thin veil just below them. One found this strangely comforting. He pulled out a cig and was startled by a lighter that had just appeared under his nose. A young man with a shock of green hair nodded to him, and lit his own cigarette before walking away. You had to hand it to them- these Goths were polite. . . in a scary sort of way.
A blast of music erupted from the stage; One felt like he'd been deafened. He heard a scream, and after a while realised it was singing- obviously the band had started. The drums kicked in, followed by the guitar. It all mixed up to form a sort of noise that reminded One of a cat being whirled round and round by its tail. (Guiltily he knew what this sounded like; Two had persuaded him to do it to see what cats looked like when spun at high velocity.) One was sure no one in their right mind would actually like this sort of 'music', but as he looked around he saw everybody around him was yelling along with the band; Tish herself was jumping up and down, screaming 'Jack, you fucking rock!' at the singer. He shifted past all the people and made his way to the bar, where the noise was at its lowest. It was still loud enough to piss him off, though.
Angrily, he ordered a red wine to calm himself down.
The bartender looked slightly taken aback.
"Wine? Are you fucking joking?" He poked fellow bartender next to him. "Hey, Lou, this Brit wants some red wine!" This was followed by a laugh guffaw from Lou. One fixed him with his most Bad-Ass stare- it would have sent crackles up anyone's spine, and it certainly shut Lou up.
"We ain't got no wine, pal." The bartender said. "We got beer, whisky and absinthe. Which do you want?"
One concluded he didn't want anything. The bartender sighed.
"Suit yourself."
One felt a nudge at his arm. It was Tish, out of breath from having fought her way out of the mosh pit.
"Great band, aren't they?" She asked breathlessly.
For the sake of not having an argument, One nodded.
"Hey, can you get me a drink? Since you're loaded, and all." She asked bluntly.
One didn't reply-he was looking at a red droplet that had just appeared on his coat sleeve. Gingerly he dabbed at it with his hand.
"What is this?" He demanded. He looked at Tish and was surprised to see a huge grin plastered on her face as she stared up at the ceiling.
"Fucking Hell!" She yelled. "The showers. . . I didn't realise! This place is a fucking Bloodbath!"
"And what the hell is that?-" One asked, before he was cut off by more red droplets landing on his sleeve. He watched, in horror, as a sea of black- nailed rose up to the ceiling, and the sprinklers turned on, spraying red everywhere. It took mere seconds to cover everything and everyone with a think sheen of blood, and though One could judge by its smell that it wasn't human, (possibly cow or sheep, he concluded) it still freaked him out. His silver coat, pants- ruined! Blood was sodden into his dreads, and he had to wipe it off of his shades. Everyone had gone wild; the band was still playing- and faster and harder than ever. This combined with the red rain made everyone crazy- they looked like frenzied animals. Some even bared their teeth at One when they made eye contact. To his surprise, he spotted a few real vampires in the crowd, grabbing the nearest victim and biting down on the neck. He shuddered. Why the hell would Tish, or anyone for that matter, want to come here?
He decided there and then he had to get out. He started pushing his way through the mob of people, getting a few hard shoves back for his pains. Then, the showers were suddenly switched off, and there was a loud groan from the drenched audience. The band still carried on, though with less enthusiasm. He felt someone collapse against his shoulder, and realised it was Tish again. A look of sheer euphoria had plastered itself to her face. Wait- she was barely conscious. She fell against him and One saw she had been bitten. A huge bite wound cut through the flesh on her neck, which was bleeding freely. She needed to get out of here, One thought, and maybe to a hospital too. Hauling her up into his arms, One battled his way through the crowd, delivering any swift kicks to anyone who objected. When people finally got the message he was not in the mood to be messed with, he was allowed a clear passage to the door.
Once he got outside, Tish seemed a bit more lucid. He set her down in the back seat of his car, vaguely hoping she wouldn't bleed over the leather seats.
He tore off a bit of his sleeve, wincing slightly as he did so, and made a makeshift gauze. Hopefully it would staunch the flow of blood.
"Hey," Tish murmured. "How fucked was that? Hey- are we outside?"
"No." One told her, checking her pulse. "We're in my car."
She knocked his hand away.
"What? We're leaving? But it's. . . it's. . ."
"It's stupid, Tish. People were dying in there. You've been bitten, lost quite a bit of blood too."
"Doesn't matter," She mumbled. "I was gonna be sired, man. And you stopped it! What kind of fucking vampire are you?"
One sighed. He had to tell her now.
"I'm uh, not a vampire. I'm. . . something else."
Unfortunately, Tish had already sunk into unconsciousness. He would have to tell her some other time. Making sure the bleeding had stopped, One strapped her into the back seat. He tried to wipe off some of the blood off of his coat before getting in, but it was hopeless as most of it had dried onto the silver material. He dejectedly left it on the sidewalk- no cleaning was ever going to get those stains out.
As he pulled up outside Tish's apartment building, she was coming to again.
"Where. . . am I?" She asked.
He decided not to answer, lifting her gently out of the car and entering her building. Trying to open the elevator doors whilst carrying a body proved to be quite difficult; and when One finally managed to get her outside her apartment he was quite out of breath. He knocked loudly on the door and set her down.
"Listen." He said to her, though he wasn't sure if she could understand. "If we're to go out again, I'm choosing where we go. And it won't be any vamp bloodbaths, or whatever, okay? I need you alive for the next few weeks. I'll call you tomorrow, if you're not dead, that is. Keep a bandage on that bite. It doesn't look too bad."
She mumbled something in response, and before her drowsy roommate answered the door and could spot him One had already disappeared down the stairs and was back in his bloodstained Porshe. He checked his watch. It was just past one o'clock. Hopefully he could get into the hotel and creep past the sleeping Two and wash all the blood out of his hair and hide the red- stained clothes- evidence of what must have been the worst date in history. But knowing his brother, probably not.
Fucking Hell.
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Doo doo doo. That didn't go well at all, did it? Ah well. And I know not all Goths are vamp obsessed clichés, but it's just a story! Next I think we'll see more of Mia, and maybe some agents/rebels will make an appearance? Who knows- I'll see where the muse takes me.
Cookies and love,
~*Eddie*~
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Response to Reviews:
Alocin: I definitely like the romantic movie idea! It will be coming up in future chapters, don't worry! ^_^
Eyana: Lol! Please write me more little comic scenes, they are so cute. Though I'm sure One would prefer red wine to strawberry juice, ne? ^_~
Tashilover: "Whoa, so are you like, the master vampire or something? Cause like, you ugly and old and stuff..." I am SO putting that line in this fic when she meets him! Lol!
Kyrillia: No, the transvestite idea isn't bad, it's just weird. ^_^ And yes, I'm on my holidays, so yes, I should be updating sooner. . . but that's just a crazy theory. My laziness will ultimately prevail. But you can still bug me for updates, I don't mind! And I'm glad you're loving this story!
Kit: Glad you liked the muffins! And don't worry, people telling me to hurry up is a good motivational factor. It combats the Lazy Writer Syndrome. //glee//
Allnigtdreamer: "I was almost disappointed when you went with the goth chick idea because it was just going to be another self gratifying 'someone like me meets the character-what's gonna happen' kind of thing." Ah well, no it won't be, dun you worry! I am certainly not a Goth- though I have many friends who are. The Goth girl is just a figment of imagination who people suggested and I thought would lead the characters into some funny situations. . .^_~
Megami No Inazumi: Lol! Let your stepsis continue to look at you weirdly, 'cos this fic will not end for quite a while! And yes, I have a feeling the chocolate mint will keep reoccurring here. . . It's a conspiracy. . . ¬_¬
Thanks to everyone else who have, and are about to //cough// review!
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Disclaimer: I may own a lot of things- CD's, Books, a few films, a T.V. and a Playstation II, But sadly I do not own the Twins or any of the characters in The Matrix, Matrix Reloaded or even Matrix Revolutions. //sigh// I do, however, own The Goth girl who I will name shortly, and Mia. Actually, Mia owns herself. . . I think. O.o
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"So. . . have you, like, always been a Vampire?"
One shot his date a curious look, before turning his attention back on the road. She was a weird one. As it turned out, her name was Mortisha, or Tish for short. He didn't think it was her real name, but he wasn't fussed. She liked two things: Rock music, and black. Lots of black. Absently, he ran his hand through his dreadlocks and sighed. Back to this sodding Vampire business.
"Yes, I have always been a vampire." He kept meaning to tell her- ghost, not vamp- but he was waiting for the right timing. It never came up. "Is it left here?"
"Uh-uh." She nodded. "So, have you like, ever drank anyone's blood, or shit like that? 'Cos that would be, y'know, fucked."
One was still unsure if 'fucked' was a good thing. Tish seemed to use it in place of so many different words it was hard to tell.
"Yeah. Sure."
Tish hissed with delight.
"Fucking hell! Really?"
One gave a nod. He was content to lie continually to her- in a week and a half the dinner with the Merovingian would be over and she could go back to staring at the full moon or walking around graveyards, or whatever the hell she liked doing normally.
"Turn right here. It's uh, on the left, at the end of the road."
One pulled over and stepped out of the car. He started to walk round to Tish's side, but she had already let herself out. Now she was regarding his ride, one hand stroking the door.
"This is one fucked Porshe. I love it. How much?"
One loved her bluntness. It was almost cute.
"Oh I don't know. Fifty thou? I can't remember." He watched her as she squirmed with delight. For the first time in weeks, he thanked the boss for giving him such a high salary. It was something he took forgranted.
"So," He said, taking her by the arm. " This. . . place. What's it like?"
Tish shrugged. "Oh, I haven't been here yet, but my friends all say it's the shit. It's totally vamped out, man. I might even meet some more real ones. How cool is that?"
One wasn't sure. He had met vampires before- some of them were working for The Merovingian- and they were a nasty sort. They were always in a bad mood, and always hurling abuse at the unfortunate maids and butlers at the Chateau. One unlucky vamp had tried laughing at The Twins on their first arrival. Like most people who laughed at them, the vamp did it once. Just once. Needless to say, The Twins were given a wide berth after that.
Tish dragged One's thoughts back to the present again as she pushed open a heavy door, marked with graffiti, and motioned him inside. He was instantly overpowered by the smell of alcohol and sweat, which made him take a step backwards. He could here people talking, yelling; a loud smashing sound told him a table had just been overturned and the grunts and shouts meant a fight had just broken out. So this was 'the shit?' One had never been to a place like this before- the parties he had been to were elegant and refined- there was certainly no fighting (except for the occasion when a few rebels had interrupted one of Merovingian's many speeches; a messy riot had followed soon after.) However, he was curious- and if what Tish was saying was true, he would be held in high regard due to his vamp-ness. So, taking a breath, he followed her downstairs.
"The band's gonna start soon, you know." Tish informed him as they entered the main room. "They're supposed to be fucking great, too. They've flown in from Detroit and everything. And the guitarist is soo fucking hot!"
But One wasn't listening. He was gazing around, trying to take everything in. The hordes of people crammed in here were almost mind boggling- you could hardly move without bumping into someone. There was a bar over at the far corner, hidden by a mob of black wearing Goths, and in the other a small and very cramped stage, where four musicians were tuning up their instruments. One's instinct made him take note of possible exits- he could only count one, and that was where they had come in. This would be very dangerous- especially with all these people- in case a fire or psycho broke out or something: a pile up would surely follow. Okay for him though, he could just phase through the roof or something. He looked up at it- it was very low, and One was surprised to see many sprinklers were attached to the ceiling. A cloud of cigarette smoke hung in a thin veil just below them. One found this strangely comforting. He pulled out a cig and was startled by a lighter that had just appeared under his nose. A young man with a shock of green hair nodded to him, and lit his own cigarette before walking away. You had to hand it to them- these Goths were polite. . . in a scary sort of way.
A blast of music erupted from the stage; One felt like he'd been deafened. He heard a scream, and after a while realised it was singing- obviously the band had started. The drums kicked in, followed by the guitar. It all mixed up to form a sort of noise that reminded One of a cat being whirled round and round by its tail. (Guiltily he knew what this sounded like; Two had persuaded him to do it to see what cats looked like when spun at high velocity.) One was sure no one in their right mind would actually like this sort of 'music', but as he looked around he saw everybody around him was yelling along with the band; Tish herself was jumping up and down, screaming 'Jack, you fucking rock!' at the singer. He shifted past all the people and made his way to the bar, where the noise was at its lowest. It was still loud enough to piss him off, though.
Angrily, he ordered a red wine to calm himself down.
The bartender looked slightly taken aback.
"Wine? Are you fucking joking?" He poked fellow bartender next to him. "Hey, Lou, this Brit wants some red wine!" This was followed by a laugh guffaw from Lou. One fixed him with his most Bad-Ass stare- it would have sent crackles up anyone's spine, and it certainly shut Lou up.
"We ain't got no wine, pal." The bartender said. "We got beer, whisky and absinthe. Which do you want?"
One concluded he didn't want anything. The bartender sighed.
"Suit yourself."
One felt a nudge at his arm. It was Tish, out of breath from having fought her way out of the mosh pit.
"Great band, aren't they?" She asked breathlessly.
For the sake of not having an argument, One nodded.
"Hey, can you get me a drink? Since you're loaded, and all." She asked bluntly.
One didn't reply-he was looking at a red droplet that had just appeared on his coat sleeve. Gingerly he dabbed at it with his hand.
"What is this?" He demanded. He looked at Tish and was surprised to see a huge grin plastered on her face as she stared up at the ceiling.
"Fucking Hell!" She yelled. "The showers. . . I didn't realise! This place is a fucking Bloodbath!"
"And what the hell is that?-" One asked, before he was cut off by more red droplets landing on his sleeve. He watched, in horror, as a sea of black- nailed rose up to the ceiling, and the sprinklers turned on, spraying red everywhere. It took mere seconds to cover everything and everyone with a think sheen of blood, and though One could judge by its smell that it wasn't human, (possibly cow or sheep, he concluded) it still freaked him out. His silver coat, pants- ruined! Blood was sodden into his dreads, and he had to wipe it off of his shades. Everyone had gone wild; the band was still playing- and faster and harder than ever. This combined with the red rain made everyone crazy- they looked like frenzied animals. Some even bared their teeth at One when they made eye contact. To his surprise, he spotted a few real vampires in the crowd, grabbing the nearest victim and biting down on the neck. He shuddered. Why the hell would Tish, or anyone for that matter, want to come here?
He decided there and then he had to get out. He started pushing his way through the mob of people, getting a few hard shoves back for his pains. Then, the showers were suddenly switched off, and there was a loud groan from the drenched audience. The band still carried on, though with less enthusiasm. He felt someone collapse against his shoulder, and realised it was Tish again. A look of sheer euphoria had plastered itself to her face. Wait- she was barely conscious. She fell against him and One saw she had been bitten. A huge bite wound cut through the flesh on her neck, which was bleeding freely. She needed to get out of here, One thought, and maybe to a hospital too. Hauling her up into his arms, One battled his way through the crowd, delivering any swift kicks to anyone who objected. When people finally got the message he was not in the mood to be messed with, he was allowed a clear passage to the door.
Once he got outside, Tish seemed a bit more lucid. He set her down in the back seat of his car, vaguely hoping she wouldn't bleed over the leather seats.
He tore off a bit of his sleeve, wincing slightly as he did so, and made a makeshift gauze. Hopefully it would staunch the flow of blood.
"Hey," Tish murmured. "How fucked was that? Hey- are we outside?"
"No." One told her, checking her pulse. "We're in my car."
She knocked his hand away.
"What? We're leaving? But it's. . . it's. . ."
"It's stupid, Tish. People were dying in there. You've been bitten, lost quite a bit of blood too."
"Doesn't matter," She mumbled. "I was gonna be sired, man. And you stopped it! What kind of fucking vampire are you?"
One sighed. He had to tell her now.
"I'm uh, not a vampire. I'm. . . something else."
Unfortunately, Tish had already sunk into unconsciousness. He would have to tell her some other time. Making sure the bleeding had stopped, One strapped her into the back seat. He tried to wipe off some of the blood off of his coat before getting in, but it was hopeless as most of it had dried onto the silver material. He dejectedly left it on the sidewalk- no cleaning was ever going to get those stains out.
As he pulled up outside Tish's apartment building, she was coming to again.
"Where. . . am I?" She asked.
He decided not to answer, lifting her gently out of the car and entering her building. Trying to open the elevator doors whilst carrying a body proved to be quite difficult; and when One finally managed to get her outside her apartment he was quite out of breath. He knocked loudly on the door and set her down.
"Listen." He said to her, though he wasn't sure if she could understand. "If we're to go out again, I'm choosing where we go. And it won't be any vamp bloodbaths, or whatever, okay? I need you alive for the next few weeks. I'll call you tomorrow, if you're not dead, that is. Keep a bandage on that bite. It doesn't look too bad."
She mumbled something in response, and before her drowsy roommate answered the door and could spot him One had already disappeared down the stairs and was back in his bloodstained Porshe. He checked his watch. It was just past one o'clock. Hopefully he could get into the hotel and creep past the sleeping Two and wash all the blood out of his hair and hide the red- stained clothes- evidence of what must have been the worst date in history. But knowing his brother, probably not.
Fucking Hell.
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Doo doo doo. That didn't go well at all, did it? Ah well. And I know not all Goths are vamp obsessed clichés, but it's just a story! Next I think we'll see more of Mia, and maybe some agents/rebels will make an appearance? Who knows- I'll see where the muse takes me.
Cookies and love,
~*Eddie*~