Anyone for a sequel?

Just thought I'd preview a little of the next instalment of this story - I hope people are still interested, considering the long break I took between the end of the story, and this, the preview.

Well, I'm wrapping up the end of the second instalment these days, so as soon as I get it all together, you can expect updates. And maybe heavy sweaty ROMY action. . . hmm. . .

Now that's a thought.

The next part will be called 'Narratives II: The Immortal Cyclops' - although for convenience I'll just post it up here as 'The Immortal Cyclops'. I'm going to try to get it up by next month, so just please keep waiting a little longer.

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Okay, so here's the first K of words from the second Narratives, letting you know a little more about what happened to three of the main characters from the previous story.

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Enjoy.

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Preview One.

I awoke to find myself in a dark room. There were no windows, and the only source of illumination came from a guttered candle, already flickering out. In the dimness, I made out a presence standing near me. A cry was about to escape my lips when the figure moved towards me and whispered my name. I knew him, and I felt a load lift off my shoulders; I was not alone in this place.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a low voice.

"Yes," I replied, because I was not hurt, although it felt like something horrible had happened to me before this.

"There's a door here," he whispered, clearly thinking that there were people listening in on our conversation. He could be paranoid like that sometimes.

"It's about half a foot thick, as far as I can make out; and the walls are thicker." He continued.

"A vampire holding cell." I said quietly.

"Yeah," he said, coming over to stand next to where I was sitting on the table with the candle.

"How are you feeling?" I asked him.

"Okay," he replied. "But are you sure you're alright? What happened to you there was pretty horrible."

"I'm fine now," I said, flexing my arms. They didn't hurt – too much. "How long have we been here?"

"Well, I woke up a couple of days ago here, so I have no way of telling. I don't even know if the person who put us here is still around, or if we've been abandoned."

"Great," I muttered. Then I looked up. "Wait, we can't be abandoned if someone's giving us food, can we?"

He didn't reply.

"Someone is giving us food, right?" Panicking, I made to get up from the box I was lying on. Gently I was pushed down. He brushed a forelock off my forehead – the white one.

"James?" I asked, wanting him to assure me that it was all going to be fine.

"Rest. Conserve your energy. We'll see what happens."

It was then that I realised I was lying on a coffin.

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I've spent the last week with a vampire. He insists I will be the vector to his revenge, that I will lead him to the one who will run his enemies' blood through the streets. His words, not mine. He came sweeping out of the sky that morning, and took me with him. He hit my friends with some kind of power, and left them lying there. I still don't know if they're alright, or even alive. One of them was very dear to me, and I think I loved the other one.

This vampire has been nothing but civil to me since, but my mind is a woman's mind, and that means first impressions count a lot.

I'm planning to kill him.

Well, people who know me would probably attribute that to my red hair. They claim that it's as fiery as my temper. Which just goes to show you can't believe everything your friends tell you.

You're probably wondering why I'm so calm right now. You'd probably urge me to kick and claw my way out of this tangle, or break a few dishes in rage. Well, I've already broken dishes, and kicked and clawed. But nothing hurts this man. Monster, really. I've seen him put his fist through an oak door, and even through the wall. He melts rocks into slag with his beam thing, for target practice, I think. I can't really do much against that, even though I am a mutant.

Yes, a mutant. My name is Madeline Grey, and I'm a telepath with telekinetic powers. Cool, huh? Well, even though I am pretty good at TK/TP, this vampire is going to smash me into the ground. Well, he'll probably feel sorry about it, but that doesn't mean he won't do it.

I was warned about him by another vampire, and I was told he was some lunatic vampire about 3,500 years old. Er, yeah. But the vampire who warned me seemed crazy, so I can't be sure. Well actually, he was pretty nice, for a vampire, and I want to believe him, but my mind just can't grasp the concept of a person being 3,500 years old. This vampire looks about 27-28. Apparently he um, 'did it' with some mortal woman named Jean, and had an 'abomination' with her – again, the vampires' words, not mine – which led to his being chained in the sun by his brother. He lost an eye, but somehow escaped. So did Jean and her son. He's only resurfaced now, after about 1,000 – 1,500 years in sleep somewhere, and he's claiming I'm an ancestor of Jeans' (and his!), and I'm going to help him get revenge. Okay, now that is pretty freaky when you break it down like that. It's a good thing I don't get hysterical.

I just realised I haven't even told you his name. Well, no-one knows his name, apart from his brother, who apparently is the only other vampire that old who's still alive. He's a legend among vampires' because he's the only one who escaped from the suns' rays. Even though they don't know his name. They do have a title for him though, and it refers to the fact that one of his eyes was burnt out completely when he was chained under the sun, and that the sun did not kill him.

The Immortal Cyclops. It's a pretty nice name, if you like calling yourself by some strange codename, like 'The Edge' from U2. He hasn't told me his name yet, and I'm not sure if he remembers it. Still, it would be nice to have a name to go with the face, even though he kidnapped me.

He is civil, as I mentioned before, though you won't know it to look at him. His eye, the one which was burnt out, has now grown back – vampiric power – but it has a coruscating red haze in front of it. I can't really explain, but his eye-beam comes out only from the other eye. Personally I think the haze blocks it from the previously burnt eye, but you'll have to get a doctor on it to be sure, and I'm no doctor. He looks so strange, with the haze in front of one eye, that face so pale because of 3,500 years of night, the jaw-length hair brushed back, and the long side burns connected to a goatee by a thin strip of hair on each side – a semi beard. My theory on his facial hair is that he was forcibly made a vampire when he was experimenting with a beard – you see, they're stuck the way they were at the moment they became vampires, and their hair and nails stop growing and stuff. No-one would be dumb enough to keep hair that way, unless they were a rock star or something. I hope.

Well, I've said all I can think off at the moment; and I'll be sure to keep you informed as events unfold.

I hope James is alright.

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Questions? Comments? Reviews are welcome, of course, and thanks to all those who have reviewed already. It's Fuel, muse, drive.

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A.D.