Heaven or Hell
Written By QueenEmeraldis
**Author's Note: Hello all Trigun Fanfiction Readers! I hope you can make it through my first chapter, I don't know if you can, but prepare for this ever exciting (cough cough HACK) fic. Enjoy this first chapter, if you will.
Sitting there, in the midst of night, his blue eyes glowed as he readied his gun. They were out there. Still.
That being, the Vampires that hung in the midst of night. They had haunted this city for many many moons now. London was beginning to darken. Beginning to curl over to darkness. Amazingly enough, some people were actually lucky enough not to get bitten. The vampires crawled in the shadows, hiding, waiting. Their bloodthirsty ways led them to be slaves of the night. Forced to become evil.
He has seen it too many times. People bitten and left dead, or turning into the evil themselves. It made him cry. How could people become such evil?
Just then there was a sudden rap to his musty hotel room door. A loud angry voice was from outside.
He laughed, knowing that it was probably Meryl again, yelling at how 'stupid' his 'peabrained spiky head' was. He stopped himself long enough to open the door to see Meryl suddenly silenced, then collapsing to the floor. She was unconscious, with two imperfect holes in her neck.
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Meryl shot up, her body moist with sweat. She hated those nightmares, gradually worsening with each night she went out into the dark.
She never knew the reason she went out; usually it was only on instinct. As if she were an animal, searching for something it knew was there, somewhere. She knew it was silly, but something always ached inside of her.
She didn't want to leave the bed; she wanted to hide herself from anything under the safe covers. The covers that gave an awkward sense of protection. She shook the thoughts from her head, thinking, 'Get a hold of yourself, Meryl! You're a grown woman! You shouldn't be afraid of the dark!'
Meryl shook the thoughts out of her mind, leaving still only a few present. She pulled the sheets of her, anticipating an attack from a patient bloodthirsty monster. She readied herself to scream and fight. She then sat at the side of her bed. She buried her face in her hands. She thought to herself, wondering what was happening around this poor city. Wait evil outside the bedroom was waiting to kill her? Was someone else a victim? Of course. She hated those thoughts, because she always knew that she herself might become . . .
"SEMPAI!"
Meryl spasmed in shock. She nearly screamed, and if she had a gun she would be holding it out in front of her. She knew it was just Millie and her cheerful attitude but nonetheless it was startling. Of course, if you lived in a city overrun by vampires, you might think so too. She eyed the clock, noticing it was 5 A.M.
"Millie, why the hell are you awake?" Meryl knew this was know way to act, but she also wasn't much of a morning person, not to mention she was scared out of her wits, not that she'd ever admit it.
"Well, Sempai, as my big little brother always said, it's never too early to use daylight!" Millie chirped.
"Millie, there is no sun," Meryl said disdainfully.
"That may be so, but I still have plenty left from yesterday!" Meryl nearly cringed at the words, let out a defeated groan and stood up. She straightened her sleepshirt and walked over to sip the tea Millie just made. The cup was hot to the touch. It burned her lip when she drank it.
"Millie, how is that man doing?" Meryl suddenly remembered the happenings of the night prior. She had found an unconscious man lying on the dirt outside the hotel, and thought that he was attacked. What was more surprising was that the evil bloodsuckers had not managed to get one drop, which was amazing, considering that they always feed.
"He's still asleep." Millie said without hesitation.
"I didn't think he'd wake up." Meryl knew that if she walked in there, he would be nothing more than a pile of sleeping flesh. No one could recover very quickly from a vampire attack.
"Yeah, but he's recovering quickly. Most people don't recover from a beating like that until a few days! Wow! Isn't that amazing?"
Already? Meryl thought. That's impossible. It looked like he would be out for well over three days! So, how was it possible that he was recovering? That is unless they did bite him. She didn't see any marks...
Meryl shrugged those thoughts off and walked to the door of the small hotel room. That man, that man she had dreams about ever since they picked up his clawed body off the street. Those dreams sent her chills just thinking about them. The scariest thing was the dreams were so real, more like a premonition that a dream. She could almost feel the vampire's fangs... Just thinking about it made her sick to her stomach.
"Millie, I'm gonna go check on him, I'll be back."
Meryl exited the hotel room with two keys in hand. She was very surprised that she braved the hallway. It was nearly pitch black. She strode the hallway, passing many gothic era paintings, and the one that drove her mad. She hated that painting with a passion. It was painted in oil, all too real, and it was of a tall vampire with a weeping woman in his arms. It was too scary for the amount of light allowed into the hall, and every time she passed it she felt shivers. Not to mention the man in the painting reminded her of someone. About to smack herself, Meryl thought "That couldn't be him, anywho. This painting was made a century ago. I doubt that man in the painting could still be alive! Ha!"
As she cautiously approached a new room she grabbed one of the two keys and inserted it into the door. The cold knob was almost scary, she wanted to run back and hide under the sheets. As she turned the knob, a muffled yelp of pain was heard from in the room. Her first thought was that he must be in pain and simply trying to retain it, after all, who wouldn't? He was attacked by vampires the night prior. -But when she opened the door she saw that it was something much more extraordinary.
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Meryl nearly fainted at the sight, but her muscled were frozen, so she couldn't move. She just gasped, and let her jaw drop. There, lying in the middle of the blonde man's room, were three unconscious, if not dead, vampires. She stared blankly at them, all bruised and hurt. So much so, it looked almost like they were beaten to near death, and if not, they were dead. She closed her jaw and then stared at the man, with his gun in hand, now standing up without a scratch, looking angrily at the floor. He then rubbed the area on either side of his eyes. He let his hand down, and nudged an injured vampire, which let out a slight hiss. It was almost like he was a vampire. Meryl somehow found words to speak.
"H-how..." The man jumped, startled at her stifled words. He then looked up, with a completely new expression. He was now smiling. A big goofy empty smile.
"I didn't..." He stumbled almost like he was trying to find a good rationalization. "I didn't want to use violence!" He shook his hands back and forth almost too casually. "I just didn't want them to hurt anyone, that's all." He then scratched the back of his head and let out a nervous laugh, which sounded more like a mumble.
Meryl was stunned. How was it that he could take three vampires? Nonetheless, emerge without a scratch! It was humanly impossible! Each vampire had many wounds, but none were dead. Well, as far as she could tell. There were no gunshots, she thought to herself.
It was just then Meryl was struck in the back with a sharp pain. It hurt so much and so instantly, her eyes widened and she managed to choke the words with teary eyes, "Don't . . .let me . . .!" She then collapsed to the floor. She laid there still, only to whimper before fainting and being surrounded by blackness in all directions. The darkness seemed to envelop her.
The blonde man's gained anger. He stared ahead, with aqua eyes that focused instantly. In a series of swift movements, he aimed carefully, and squeezed the trigger without question...
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**Well, that's a very short chapter. -_-' I don't like it so much. Talk about a bad first chapter! I'll be back!
Written By QueenEmeraldis
**Author's Note: Hello all Trigun Fanfiction Readers! I hope you can make it through my first chapter, I don't know if you can, but prepare for this ever exciting (cough cough HACK) fic. Enjoy this first chapter, if you will.
Sitting there, in the midst of night, his blue eyes glowed as he readied his gun. They were out there. Still.
That being, the Vampires that hung in the midst of night. They had haunted this city for many many moons now. London was beginning to darken. Beginning to curl over to darkness. Amazingly enough, some people were actually lucky enough not to get bitten. The vampires crawled in the shadows, hiding, waiting. Their bloodthirsty ways led them to be slaves of the night. Forced to become evil.
He has seen it too many times. People bitten and left dead, or turning into the evil themselves. It made him cry. How could people become such evil?
Just then there was a sudden rap to his musty hotel room door. A loud angry voice was from outside.
He laughed, knowing that it was probably Meryl again, yelling at how 'stupid' his 'peabrained spiky head' was. He stopped himself long enough to open the door to see Meryl suddenly silenced, then collapsing to the floor. She was unconscious, with two imperfect holes in her neck.
__________________________________________________________________________________
Meryl shot up, her body moist with sweat. She hated those nightmares, gradually worsening with each night she went out into the dark.
She never knew the reason she went out; usually it was only on instinct. As if she were an animal, searching for something it knew was there, somewhere. She knew it was silly, but something always ached inside of her.
She didn't want to leave the bed; she wanted to hide herself from anything under the safe covers. The covers that gave an awkward sense of protection. She shook the thoughts from her head, thinking, 'Get a hold of yourself, Meryl! You're a grown woman! You shouldn't be afraid of the dark!'
Meryl shook the thoughts out of her mind, leaving still only a few present. She pulled the sheets of her, anticipating an attack from a patient bloodthirsty monster. She readied herself to scream and fight. She then sat at the side of her bed. She buried her face in her hands. She thought to herself, wondering what was happening around this poor city. Wait evil outside the bedroom was waiting to kill her? Was someone else a victim? Of course. She hated those thoughts, because she always knew that she herself might become . . .
"SEMPAI!"
Meryl spasmed in shock. She nearly screamed, and if she had a gun she would be holding it out in front of her. She knew it was just Millie and her cheerful attitude but nonetheless it was startling. Of course, if you lived in a city overrun by vampires, you might think so too. She eyed the clock, noticing it was 5 A.M.
"Millie, why the hell are you awake?" Meryl knew this was know way to act, but she also wasn't much of a morning person, not to mention she was scared out of her wits, not that she'd ever admit it.
"Well, Sempai, as my big little brother always said, it's never too early to use daylight!" Millie chirped.
"Millie, there is no sun," Meryl said disdainfully.
"That may be so, but I still have plenty left from yesterday!" Meryl nearly cringed at the words, let out a defeated groan and stood up. She straightened her sleepshirt and walked over to sip the tea Millie just made. The cup was hot to the touch. It burned her lip when she drank it.
"Millie, how is that man doing?" Meryl suddenly remembered the happenings of the night prior. She had found an unconscious man lying on the dirt outside the hotel, and thought that he was attacked. What was more surprising was that the evil bloodsuckers had not managed to get one drop, which was amazing, considering that they always feed.
"He's still asleep." Millie said without hesitation.
"I didn't think he'd wake up." Meryl knew that if she walked in there, he would be nothing more than a pile of sleeping flesh. No one could recover very quickly from a vampire attack.
"Yeah, but he's recovering quickly. Most people don't recover from a beating like that until a few days! Wow! Isn't that amazing?"
Already? Meryl thought. That's impossible. It looked like he would be out for well over three days! So, how was it possible that he was recovering? That is unless they did bite him. She didn't see any marks...
Meryl shrugged those thoughts off and walked to the door of the small hotel room. That man, that man she had dreams about ever since they picked up his clawed body off the street. Those dreams sent her chills just thinking about them. The scariest thing was the dreams were so real, more like a premonition that a dream. She could almost feel the vampire's fangs... Just thinking about it made her sick to her stomach.
"Millie, I'm gonna go check on him, I'll be back."
Meryl exited the hotel room with two keys in hand. She was very surprised that she braved the hallway. It was nearly pitch black. She strode the hallway, passing many gothic era paintings, and the one that drove her mad. She hated that painting with a passion. It was painted in oil, all too real, and it was of a tall vampire with a weeping woman in his arms. It was too scary for the amount of light allowed into the hall, and every time she passed it she felt shivers. Not to mention the man in the painting reminded her of someone. About to smack herself, Meryl thought "That couldn't be him, anywho. This painting was made a century ago. I doubt that man in the painting could still be alive! Ha!"
As she cautiously approached a new room she grabbed one of the two keys and inserted it into the door. The cold knob was almost scary, she wanted to run back and hide under the sheets. As she turned the knob, a muffled yelp of pain was heard from in the room. Her first thought was that he must be in pain and simply trying to retain it, after all, who wouldn't? He was attacked by vampires the night prior. -But when she opened the door she saw that it was something much more extraordinary.
__________________________________________________________________________________
Meryl nearly fainted at the sight, but her muscled were frozen, so she couldn't move. She just gasped, and let her jaw drop. There, lying in the middle of the blonde man's room, were three unconscious, if not dead, vampires. She stared blankly at them, all bruised and hurt. So much so, it looked almost like they were beaten to near death, and if not, they were dead. She closed her jaw and then stared at the man, with his gun in hand, now standing up without a scratch, looking angrily at the floor. He then rubbed the area on either side of his eyes. He let his hand down, and nudged an injured vampire, which let out a slight hiss. It was almost like he was a vampire. Meryl somehow found words to speak.
"H-how..." The man jumped, startled at her stifled words. He then looked up, with a completely new expression. He was now smiling. A big goofy empty smile.
"I didn't..." He stumbled almost like he was trying to find a good rationalization. "I didn't want to use violence!" He shook his hands back and forth almost too casually. "I just didn't want them to hurt anyone, that's all." He then scratched the back of his head and let out a nervous laugh, which sounded more like a mumble.
Meryl was stunned. How was it that he could take three vampires? Nonetheless, emerge without a scratch! It was humanly impossible! Each vampire had many wounds, but none were dead. Well, as far as she could tell. There were no gunshots, she thought to herself.
It was just then Meryl was struck in the back with a sharp pain. It hurt so much and so instantly, her eyes widened and she managed to choke the words with teary eyes, "Don't . . .let me . . .!" She then collapsed to the floor. She laid there still, only to whimper before fainting and being surrounded by blackness in all directions. The darkness seemed to envelop her.
The blonde man's gained anger. He stared ahead, with aqua eyes that focused instantly. In a series of swift movements, he aimed carefully, and squeezed the trigger without question...
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**Well, that's a very short chapter. -_-' I don't like it so much. Talk about a bad first chapter! I'll be back!