Authors note: Hello, welcome back to my drear and most likely unhumorous fanfic (Hence the title tragedy). I would like to thank all of those who reviewed the first chapter, and I have a special message for Chantal:
Werther is not present in this fic, hence, no violinists. No violins. No chopping off of the hands and throwing into the fire. Well, okay, those last two MIGHT be present, but I aint promising nuthin!
This authors not is probably going to be the lightest part of this chapter, so prepare yourself for sorrow, angst, and misery.
Chapter 2Faust stared at the man, no, devil, that stood before him, bowing with all eloquence and grace. For a moment, he began to reconsider his decision, but that coaxing smirk was quite alluring, and, in the end, he called his skeletons down and their bones clattered to the floor, save Eliza's, of course; Faust caught her remains and wrapped them gently in chains.
" Your right." Faust answered shakily, " I am Faust VIII, ancestor to Faust, whose soul, I presume, is yours." The devils smirk grew.
" I knew it!" He proclaimed triumphantly, rising form his bow. " And what is it you called apon me for, dear Faustus? Did you wish the company of the living?" He said skillfully as he eyed the skeleton of Eliza, wrapped tightly in chains and being held protectively in Faust's arms.
" I told your ancestor, Faust I, how much I detest the dead. I'm quite positive that's why he became a necromancer." Mephistopheles said in an amused voice. Actually, everything about him, his entire countenance seemed amused.
" I wished to make a deal with you." Faust said in the loudest voice he could muster, which was just above a whisper.
" You did now?" Mephistopheles replied in a pleased voice.
" Yes."
" What do you want?"
" My wife."
" What will you give me?"
" What do you want?"
" Your soul."
" No, I can't give that to you. It belongs to Eliza."
" Then what have you to offer me?" Mephistopheles voice was now low, grim, and evil.
Faust did not know what to answer. He had been in such a hurry to perform the ritual that he had not even taken the time to think about what he would offer this damned creature. He had assumed, or, rather hoped, that he would have and offer for him. Apparently he was wrong. If this devil wanted him to choose his form of damnation he would, but what to offer…?
" You wanted my ancestors soul to serve you in Hell for eternity," Faust began after a moment of silence, " I will serve you on Earth till I die."
This idea seemed to interest Mephistopheles, and his demeanor changed entirely.
" A life sentence, eh? Well, that seems promising. Alright Faust, you have a deal. Though, I do require you to sign this with a drop of your blood. Nothing much, just a prick of the finger will do."
" You don't need to sugar-coat things for me. I don't care how much I lose, as long as I get my beloved back." Faust murmured as he took his scalpel out of his pocket and made a tiny incision on the index finger, which he then pressed against the paper. Mephistopheles smirk was once again plated on his face.
" Thank you. Now I take it, that," Mephistopheles than pointed his delicate finger to the remains of the once beautiful maiden. " Is your oh-so-precious- wife?"
" Yes." Faust replied as he cleaned his finger, it was a small cut, yes, but deep enough that he would need stitches.
" I will bring her back. Not yet, but soon. In the meantime, I have other clients who are waiting to be damned. Come, if you are to assist me, you must know what to do." Mephistopheles then began to head over towards the cathedral doors.
" Oh, and leave that dreadful skeleton behind. She'll be safe here, of course. This is, after all, my church now."
Reluctantly, Faust obeyed. He couldn't stand anyone talking about he's dearest on such a crude manner, but he reminded himself that he must obey this demon, for Eliza. Ever so gently he laid her out on the altar, chains and all.
Once Faust was standing beside Mephistopheles the two were engulfed in a black mist that clawed at them and squeezed at the life held therein. Mephistopheles seemed to thoroughly enjoy it, Faust, however, did not enjoy the feeling of desperation and endured it as best he could.
When the mist disappeared Faust could see standing in a cramped room, filled with candles, needles, dolls, and books. The walls were covered in heavy drapery and the floor a tall shag rug.
" Who is he?" Asked a low, nasal voice from behind the pair.
" Ahhhh… M'lady, and how are you this fitful night?" Mephistopheles smirked as he turned.
Behind them sat a girl in a lacy black dress, with pasty skin, blood red lips, and a black cloak draped over he shoulders. When she moved her arms Faust could see that she had fish net sleeves and velvet gloves.
" Answer the question Mephistopheles, who is he?" The girl glared accusingly at Faust.
" This is my dear doctor Johann Faust VIII. He's working for me so that I'll return his wenches soul to her body. Quite tragic actually." Mephistopheles said in mock sadness while Faust withheld his anger at the devil who called his love a wench.
" Why is he here?" She asked in a low, nasal, monotonous voice.
" Why, my sweet, he will be aiding you in procuring your sacrifices. Faust, I'd like you to meet Jennianna (pronounced Jenny Anna) she is the leader of a vampire Covent."
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Disclaimer: I do not own Faust, Eliza, or Mephistopheles,. I do own Jennianna.