Hey all! Decided to start a new fic, even though I should be updating the other one… Heh heh… I like to start things and not finish them. ^-^; Anyways it's a Vampire fic with Hitomi and Dilandau. Please please please, read and review. I'll make you my new best friend!
Disclaimer: I do not own Escaflowne or any of the character from Escaflowne. They are the respected property of Bandai. However, the plot belongs to me and so does the content of this fan fiction.
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Chronicles of the DamnedThis must be written. A new breed of demon has come into our world. Though appearing to be human, it is much more that it seems. It feeds, on human blood. With fangs for teeth, these creatures bite into the necks of innocent humans, man, woman and child alike. It is swift, disappearing with the wind and shadows and its strength is the same as 5 men. It does not breathe and its heart does not beat. Only from hell is where such a damned creature could have come from.
They are multiplying now, a species that should not even exist. These creatures are creating more monsters by forcing demons into humans. After they feed on a human, sucking them dry, and exchange of blood takes place. It offers its own blood. The moment any human allows their lips to touch it, they also will be damned. Forever.
The Church cannot stop them. Even for demons, they have no fear of the cross or even our holiest of relics. They do not cower in fear, but laugh and spit on them. The king's soldiers cannot stop them with arrows or swords. We are defenceless. These demons have swept across the land, ravaging towns, destroying lives. But, all is not lost.
We, the Church, have found a prophecy, one dating back to more than 100 years ago. It talks of these creatures, describing them in perfect detail. It talks of a warrior, one who will lead men to victory against the damned. He will destroy them and bring peace to the world. He will assassin of the Vampyres.
2004
Asturia
"Oh my God, this is heavy!" groaned Hitomi Kanzaki. Her arms were full with two large, brown, paper bags that were filled with at least a weeks worth of groceries. Putting down two bags, she used her now free hand to fumble with her keys and open the door to her apartment. "So close, but so far away," groaned Hitomi as she stared longingly at the sofa and countertop. She grabbed the two bags from the floor and stepped into the apartment, or at least tried to. Instead of the stepping in, one of her boot heels got caught in the doorframe and she tripped. For an instant, Hitomi was in the air, flying. But then, a little thing called gravity took over, and Hitomi fell to the floor when an earth shattering clonk. After she hit the floor, then came her groceries. The peanut butter managed to hit her in the head. "OW! WHAT DID I EVER DO TO YOU!?"
Grumbling, and rubbing a small bump, she stood up and kicked the door shut. She took off her thick coat, and ran a hand through her honey brown hair. "What did I do to deserve this?" she muttered while bending down to pick up the fallen food. When she came to peanut better, she frowned and said, " I don't like you anymore."
After everything was in place, Hitomi grabbed a pint of cookies n' cream ice cream and sat down in front of the TV. She snatched the remote and started flipping through the channels. A small frown formed on her face when she turned to the 7 o' clock news. He struck again.
"A elderly women was found today at the downtown west park at 9 am by a jogger. The coroner has confirmed that her time of death was yesterday between the times of 8 and 10 PM. Police are suspecting that she is yet another victim of the serial killer that has been terrorizing downtown. One strange thing about all the victims though are their wounds. They have none. However, the cause of death is loss of blood. No specific markings are on the victims, only slight bruising to the neck a few scratches. With so little clues, the police are in a tight fix. And now to Gloria reporting live in the downtown west park."
Still with a frown on her face, Hitomi switched off the TV and shovelled another spoon of ice cream into her mouth. A frustrated sigh escaped Hitomi's lips. Her friend Yukari, park of the group of detectives working on this case, had already warned her about this guy, or girl. She called it "the crime of the century" because of the little evidence they had and the many victims they had found. All without any major wounds, but all totally sucked of blood. The surroundings showed there was no sign of struggle.
What frustrated Yukari more was the victims they had found. The killer didn't seem to be target any gender or age group. All the victims had been so random. From the first, a young male college student, to the latest, an elderly woman. Now, Yukari was barely sleeping and seemed to be living on a diet of coffee. Remembering the conversation they had a week together still made Hitomi feel kind of weirded out.
Last Week
"Hey 'Kari, wanna get some breakfast?"
"Already had breakfast."
"Yukari you have a cup of coffee, that's not breakfast."
"Yes it is."
"No, it isn't"
"Yeah huh"
"Nuh uh"
"Yeah huh"
"Nuh uh"
"Yeah huh"
"OK! STOP! What are we? 6?"
"I'll be fine! Besides coffee is part of a complete diet! See, it's even on healthy food chart thingy.."
"Yukari, that's not a healthy food chart. That is a coffee ad."
"Oh."
Present
"I have to get some real food into that girl," mutter Hitomi. The cookies n' cream ice cream was starting to take its toll. "Oh dear God… I feel fat. And sleepy." A yawn passed through her lips and Hitomi stretched her arms above her. A small crack could be heard along with a small yelp and mutter afterwards. Hitomi stood up and several more cracking noises could be heard, and following them were words that could scar a child for life. I'm getting old… soon I'll have trouble going to the washroom and will have mush fed to me through a plastic tube. Trudging to the washroom, she took her toothbrush and toothpaste of the counter and started to brush her teeth. After the brush had been in her mouth for about 5 seconds, she heard a yell.
"Holy crap." Hitomi spat out a mouthful of white foam and wiped her mouth. Panic and fear shone in her eyes and her breathing became ragged. Shit shit shit, please don't let it be who I think it is. Tiptoeing to her door, Hitomi tried calming herself. Deep breaths could be heard and echoed in the roomy apartment. She was still shaking as she placed her eye near the little hole in the door and looked out. Nothing. Nothing?
"Wha?" Blinking is surprise; Hitomi got on her tiptoes and looked out again. She could see nothing. Nothing but the pale beige walls and cream coloured carpet that was the hall. But then, what made that yelling noise? There was no way she could be hearing things! Unless the stress had finally kicked in and she had snapped…
No way in hell, I heard what I heard thought Hitomi. She slowly started to reach for the doorknob, when a small groan could be heard. That small noise made her freeze on the spot. Now that was definitely real. Well, now she knew she wasn't crazy, but a new problem came up. To open or not to open? A pros and cons list materialized in her head. Pro: could save someone who is about to die. Con: could be killed. Wow, this makes choosing soooo easy. Ugh, Pro- Hitomi was never able to finish that thought; because another groan and dull thump interrupted her. Without another thought, she undid the lock and opened the door.
When she looked out, she saw nothing. Oh God, I am crazy. Turning to her left, some thing caught her attention. The cream coloured carpet was no longer cream coloured. Instead, a dark red stain had touched it and led into the shadows. Hitomi bit her lip and grasped onto the doorframe to keep herself from collapsing. Taking deep breaths, she slowly walked towards the shadows, following the trail of blood. Her bare feet were trying to avoid touching the dark liquid but failed. The moment it touched her feet, she could feel that it was still warm. Whimpers were now heard and echoed in the long hall, but she kept going.
It was completely pitch black, and Hitomi's eyes were trying to adjust to their new surroundings. Suddenly, she stepped on something and time seemed to stand still. A shaky breath was released from Hitomi as she bent down to see what it was. Her fingers stroked a soft material, almost like silk. Moving her fingers up, she felt buttons. A shirt? She drew a shaky breath when she realized that someone was wearing the shirt. Oh God… Her fingers now had found the face; Hitomi could feel that it was a male. She also could feel no breath coming from him.
"Holy shit." Hitomi stood up suddenly and ran to her apartment and grabbed the phone. First three digits she dialled: 9–1–1.
"Police, fire, ambulance."
"Uh… ambulance." Calm down Hitomi! You have to stay calm and talk. In the state of nervousness, she started to pace back and forth. The blood that stained her feet now stained her cherry wood floors.
"Hello 911, state your emergency."
"Uh, um… There's a man in my hallway, and there's blood all around him, it's soaked in the carpet." Little whimpers were leaving Hitomi, her fingers raking through her hair.
"Alright, Ma'am, can you tell me where you are?"
"I'm in Asturian Rose, the apartment complex. Uh… the 4th floor." Turning back and looking out the door she added, "I think you should hurry. He's unconscious and I don't think he's breathing." A strangled choking noise escaped through her lips when she realized that.
"Calm down Ma'am, there's an ambulance on its way."
"Thank you." Frantically, Hitomi put down the phone and raced back to the hallway to the man. When she reached him, she carefully lowered her head to level to check for breathing. None. Think Hitomi, what did you learn in the CPR course? Biting her lip, she carefully tipped his head back and pinched his nose. Her lips lowered onto his and she breathed into him. Eyes darted to his chest, checking to see if would rise. It didn't. Still biting her lip, determination flashing in her eyes, she started to do chest compressions. "Please, please come on live."
Hitomi could hear heavy footsteps coming up from the stairs and the wailing of sirens outside.
"Christ… look at the blood." a soft whisper from one of the paramedics. "Miss, are you alright. Miss?" The paramedic took out his flashlight and shone it on her. Hitomi instinctively shaded her eyes from the bright light before yelling back, "HELP! HE'S NOT BREATHING!" Now two paramedics rushed over to her. From the light of their flashlights, she could see his face. Beautiful. His skin was pale, like the moon with hair to match. High cheekbones graced his face along with a strong jaw.
"On three, one, two, three!" As the paramedics lifted him carefully onto the stretcher, Hitomi could see blood dripping from his silver hair. Looking back to where he lay before, there was a large puddle of blood, so much so that the carpet could not soak it.
"Miss, I think you should come with us. We're going to have to ask you some questions." The paramedic's gentle voice interrupted her thoughts and brought her out from her trance like state.
"Yeah, sure…"
O…k… That wasn't what I had originally planned, but it's still ok right? Right? * Looks so very desperate * Please give me some feedback! Review! Please! Or you can review Fighting for Dreams! BYE BYE!
'Dana