Heaven or Hell
Queen Emeraldis
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Meryl screamed, or at least she thought she did.
Her head was filled with pain; she couldn't organize her thoughts of fear, anger, and pain all dwelling at the same time, all mixed up. She thought she saw her life flash through her eyes, but she couldn't see anything either. She was blacking, and the only thing that went through her mind was vampire. Vampire. Vampire on her neck. Vampire stealing her blood. She thought about screaming, unaware of if she did or not. She kicked; she scrambled beneath the vampire's stranglehold.
The vampire sat at her neck, before lifting it's head hissing, and returning it's head to her neck, this time plunging through the skin, just as it did before. There was no tall blonde man to help her now.
She regretted all those drinks she bought him.
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Vash stumbled oh his door, wincing in his pain, that was the result of several beers. There was a creak, and then a large 'thud'. He literally fell on the floor after it had opened suddenly. He laid there, before using most of his scarcely remaining strength to hurl himself off the floor. He walked over to the fridge, and pulled out an egg. He cracked it against a glass, and mixed with a number of ingredients, he had successfully made him a prairie dog (A/N: Reference to Cowboy Bebop, Heavy Metal Queen).
He held his breath for a second before guzzling the disgusting concoction in a few seconds. He had also managed to grab a few doughnuts, and those were gone almost as fast as the prairie dog. He moaned, and slowly walked over to the couch. His hair fell down in his face, just as his body did on the couch.
He sat there for a while, drooling on himself. His brain was numbed, 'Too many beers' he thought to himself. His mind was full of pain, and all he could really do was sit there.
He decided to sacrifice a little pain for a little more comfort.
He threw of the red coat, and it hit heavily against the wall. He also leaned over and untied the gun from his upper leg. That, he set carefully on the table. Still not satisfied, he began to struggle to take off the black undershirt and boots that were also weighing him down, which soon accompanied the red coat.
He then fell back on the couch staring at the ceiling, eyeing the popcorn finish. Vash then closed his eyes and began to hum. The humming became singing.
"So, on the first evening... a pebble, from somewhere out of nowhere, dropped upon a dreaming world." He left his mouth open after he finished, now in the shape of a smile. He lied there in contentment, nearly cooing at himself.
But the scream heard directly from the room below kept that coo inside.
He immediately drew himself up, and in a frenzy of fast, justified movements he had his gun in hand. He threw open the door, leaving it open completely. Everything was still there, how it was the few seconds beforehand. His coat still slumped against the wall, right nest to his boots and shirt.
All was still there, except for a tall blonde man and a heavy silver gun.
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Meryl could feel her blood, and it was dripping uncomfortably down her neck, and into the vampire's mouth. Meryl wanted to fight, she wanted to escape, but her energy was gone, and there was so much pain. She gave a last fight, only to be unnoticed completely by the vampire, and the, she fell completely still.
Meryl stared straight in front of her, and stared straight ahead. The vampire's teeth still clung to her neck, holding her there, as if she were a stimulant. The vampire then pulled its fangs out of her neck with a quick movement, and then pulled the knife stored in her right boot. The knife shimmered in the moonlight.
Meryl's blood was staining the vampire's boots. The vampire merely smirked, before slitting her wrists. She grunted a bit, before black and purple ooze began to seep where the knife made contact. It was a vampire's blood.
The vampire turned Meryl's head, before leaning over and spilling the ooze into Meryl's mouth. As Meryl's mouth slowly filled with the thick, sticky liquid, the vampire closed her mouth, to ensure that she would swallow. As Meryl did this, her neck was once again turned by the vampire. The blood that was in her mouth was now falling into the skin, broken by the vampire.
"You'll be a nice addition to the race." The vampire stood up and turned. There was a slight juggle to the door.
The vampire turned, it's eyes glowing at the door. There was a pair of two eyes, returning the glow in a blue color. The eyes flashed as a gun was aimed at the vampire, and the trigger quickly pulled. This threw the vampire into a fit of hissing, as she grabbed her wound and fell to one knee.
"I should have killed you! Why did you come back!" The man's eyes were bright. So bright, it was like the devil's eyes himself.
The vampire hissed, trying to stand itself up. It had been shot in the stomach. As it stood up, it continued to stare at the man's eyes.
"I asked you WHY!" The man screamed; the trigger was one again tightened against his finger, only this time he shot twice. The vampire then collapsed on the ground. It laid on its back. It continues to hiss, before looking up at the man and pointing at the body that used to be a healthy human being. It suddenly stopped hissing long enough for four words.
"We always come back." Its hand fell to the ground. The man fell on his knees beside Meryl, throwing his gun over to the side. He rolled her over, too see the holes in her neck, this time oozing with a new blood. An evil blood.
The blue eyes were no longer glowing. They were filling with tears.
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He stared out the window. He stared at everything. He stared at the trash gathering in the wind. He stared at London's tallest towers. He stared at the occasional person walking in the alleyway. He stared at everything, trying to clear his mind.
"Damn..." He said. He had said it too many times now. He was reducing to tears, but doing everything to keep them from coming.
Another one had been taken. Will she become the evil as easily as all the ones before? Damn, why didn't he kill the vampire the first time!? Anything would have been better than this! She was now doomed, she was condemned. He just hoped she was going to have the same conscience. He hoped her soul was pure enough to avoid that change.
It wasn't unheard of. There were some people whose hearts were clear enough that when they were bitten, they had a clear conscience and could control their thoughts, instead of twisting, becoming the evil. It wasn't unheard of, it's true. It was now what Vash was holding onto.
But it was so rare.
Could she be one of those exceptions? He felt as though it were his entire fault. A simple gesture otherwise would have easily changed the outcome. Why was fate so cruel to him?
The vampire that he had shot had left soon after he had shot her. It just got up and jumped down to the ground several stories below. The vampire had what she wanted. She wouldn't come back, now.
That didn't exactly make things better. Meryl had been bitten and poisoned. No to mention drank a vampire's blood. She was now guaranteed to become a bloodsucker. She was going to be driven to drink.
That wasn't a problem, though. He could easily cut himself and give her his blood. Hell, he could give it to her in a sterling glass. Though the thought was comforting, that comfort quickly ended when he thought about the rest of her life. The rest of her long life. If there were no cure, she would be nearly invulnerable, living for thousands of years. Growing lonely and sad from all those she loved would die. Assuming she had that clear conscience.
She would find out about him, through the years. How he never aged...
How he was different.
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Milly sat there confused of why Meryl suddenly decided to go out today. She was becoming a bit of a night owl. Milly merely sighed, and continued to guzzle down drinks with the same men who had tried to kill Meryl no too long ago.
"Oh well, it's not like sempai will get attacked by a vampire." Funny how Milly always had her twisted sense of being right.
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Vash was so sad. The loomy London sky did nothing but help to house the feeling. He sighed, and stared at a particularly bright cloud. He almost smiled, as his lips began to sing once more.
"So, on the first evening a..."
"Pebble..." The woman had gotten up, and was standing behind him. She continued to sing the song as he still stared outside.
"...From somewhere out of nowhere... drops upon a dreaming world." She leaned against the wall next to the window, then sliding down its side to sit on the floor. She sang again once more.
"So, on the second celestial..."
"Evening..." The man had suddenly decided to start in again. They then finished the song in unison.
"The children of the pebble join hands and compose a waltz." Vash still stared out the window with great sadness. Meryl just looked at her feet, and began to twitch them, almost as if checking to see if they still worked.
"Do you hurt?" Vash had managed to ask softly. He had a great deal of worry and sorrow in his voice. Meryl shook her head, and pressured herself against the wall to look at the room. The floor was clean, and there was nothing broken. But it almost seemed like there really was a vampire that attacked her, but she couldn't remember. She was confused, but evidentially something bad had happened to her, judging by the seemingly thick air in the room.
"After that huge hangover you so gracefully put on yourself, you should go to sleep, broom-head." She said with extra-added tease in it. She then went over to the bed, and took of her boots before climbing in.
The man stood up and sat on the couch, leaning over. He laid there, so that Meryl couldn't see her face. He cried quietly, before speaking.
"I'd like to sleep here tonight, all right?"
"You sure as hell better not plan on sleeping in this same bed! Your best right where you're at, because you've already seen enough with those damned bandages you put on me. I'm not some kind of..."
She was silenced by a stifled sob mixed in with a snore.
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Sorry otakus, but when you update often, your chapters tend to be short. Not to mention I have updated every day so far. Cut me some slack, and while you're at it, cut me a slice of pizza. Also, considering the time [2:29 AM on a Sunday (I DO go to school]), I should sleep. Right after this episode of FLCL...
Queen Emeraldis
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Meryl screamed, or at least she thought she did.
Her head was filled with pain; she couldn't organize her thoughts of fear, anger, and pain all dwelling at the same time, all mixed up. She thought she saw her life flash through her eyes, but she couldn't see anything either. She was blacking, and the only thing that went through her mind was vampire. Vampire. Vampire on her neck. Vampire stealing her blood. She thought about screaming, unaware of if she did or not. She kicked; she scrambled beneath the vampire's stranglehold.
The vampire sat at her neck, before lifting it's head hissing, and returning it's head to her neck, this time plunging through the skin, just as it did before. There was no tall blonde man to help her now.
She regretted all those drinks she bought him.
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Vash stumbled oh his door, wincing in his pain, that was the result of several beers. There was a creak, and then a large 'thud'. He literally fell on the floor after it had opened suddenly. He laid there, before using most of his scarcely remaining strength to hurl himself off the floor. He walked over to the fridge, and pulled out an egg. He cracked it against a glass, and mixed with a number of ingredients, he had successfully made him a prairie dog (A/N: Reference to Cowboy Bebop, Heavy Metal Queen).
He held his breath for a second before guzzling the disgusting concoction in a few seconds. He had also managed to grab a few doughnuts, and those were gone almost as fast as the prairie dog. He moaned, and slowly walked over to the couch. His hair fell down in his face, just as his body did on the couch.
He sat there for a while, drooling on himself. His brain was numbed, 'Too many beers' he thought to himself. His mind was full of pain, and all he could really do was sit there.
He decided to sacrifice a little pain for a little more comfort.
He threw of the red coat, and it hit heavily against the wall. He also leaned over and untied the gun from his upper leg. That, he set carefully on the table. Still not satisfied, he began to struggle to take off the black undershirt and boots that were also weighing him down, which soon accompanied the red coat.
He then fell back on the couch staring at the ceiling, eyeing the popcorn finish. Vash then closed his eyes and began to hum. The humming became singing.
"So, on the first evening... a pebble, from somewhere out of nowhere, dropped upon a dreaming world." He left his mouth open after he finished, now in the shape of a smile. He lied there in contentment, nearly cooing at himself.
But the scream heard directly from the room below kept that coo inside.
He immediately drew himself up, and in a frenzy of fast, justified movements he had his gun in hand. He threw open the door, leaving it open completely. Everything was still there, how it was the few seconds beforehand. His coat still slumped against the wall, right nest to his boots and shirt.
All was still there, except for a tall blonde man and a heavy silver gun.
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Meryl could feel her blood, and it was dripping uncomfortably down her neck, and into the vampire's mouth. Meryl wanted to fight, she wanted to escape, but her energy was gone, and there was so much pain. She gave a last fight, only to be unnoticed completely by the vampire, and the, she fell completely still.
Meryl stared straight in front of her, and stared straight ahead. The vampire's teeth still clung to her neck, holding her there, as if she were a stimulant. The vampire then pulled its fangs out of her neck with a quick movement, and then pulled the knife stored in her right boot. The knife shimmered in the moonlight.
Meryl's blood was staining the vampire's boots. The vampire merely smirked, before slitting her wrists. She grunted a bit, before black and purple ooze began to seep where the knife made contact. It was a vampire's blood.
The vampire turned Meryl's head, before leaning over and spilling the ooze into Meryl's mouth. As Meryl's mouth slowly filled with the thick, sticky liquid, the vampire closed her mouth, to ensure that she would swallow. As Meryl did this, her neck was once again turned by the vampire. The blood that was in her mouth was now falling into the skin, broken by the vampire.
"You'll be a nice addition to the race." The vampire stood up and turned. There was a slight juggle to the door.
The vampire turned, it's eyes glowing at the door. There was a pair of two eyes, returning the glow in a blue color. The eyes flashed as a gun was aimed at the vampire, and the trigger quickly pulled. This threw the vampire into a fit of hissing, as she grabbed her wound and fell to one knee.
"I should have killed you! Why did you come back!" The man's eyes were bright. So bright, it was like the devil's eyes himself.
The vampire hissed, trying to stand itself up. It had been shot in the stomach. As it stood up, it continued to stare at the man's eyes.
"I asked you WHY!" The man screamed; the trigger was one again tightened against his finger, only this time he shot twice. The vampire then collapsed on the ground. It laid on its back. It continues to hiss, before looking up at the man and pointing at the body that used to be a healthy human being. It suddenly stopped hissing long enough for four words.
"We always come back." Its hand fell to the ground. The man fell on his knees beside Meryl, throwing his gun over to the side. He rolled her over, too see the holes in her neck, this time oozing with a new blood. An evil blood.
The blue eyes were no longer glowing. They were filling with tears.
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He stared out the window. He stared at everything. He stared at the trash gathering in the wind. He stared at London's tallest towers. He stared at the occasional person walking in the alleyway. He stared at everything, trying to clear his mind.
"Damn..." He said. He had said it too many times now. He was reducing to tears, but doing everything to keep them from coming.
Another one had been taken. Will she become the evil as easily as all the ones before? Damn, why didn't he kill the vampire the first time!? Anything would have been better than this! She was now doomed, she was condemned. He just hoped she was going to have the same conscience. He hoped her soul was pure enough to avoid that change.
It wasn't unheard of. There were some people whose hearts were clear enough that when they were bitten, they had a clear conscience and could control their thoughts, instead of twisting, becoming the evil. It wasn't unheard of, it's true. It was now what Vash was holding onto.
But it was so rare.
Could she be one of those exceptions? He felt as though it were his entire fault. A simple gesture otherwise would have easily changed the outcome. Why was fate so cruel to him?
The vampire that he had shot had left soon after he had shot her. It just got up and jumped down to the ground several stories below. The vampire had what she wanted. She wouldn't come back, now.
That didn't exactly make things better. Meryl had been bitten and poisoned. No to mention drank a vampire's blood. She was now guaranteed to become a bloodsucker. She was going to be driven to drink.
That wasn't a problem, though. He could easily cut himself and give her his blood. Hell, he could give it to her in a sterling glass. Though the thought was comforting, that comfort quickly ended when he thought about the rest of her life. The rest of her long life. If there were no cure, she would be nearly invulnerable, living for thousands of years. Growing lonely and sad from all those she loved would die. Assuming she had that clear conscience.
She would find out about him, through the years. How he never aged...
How he was different.
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Milly sat there confused of why Meryl suddenly decided to go out today. She was becoming a bit of a night owl. Milly merely sighed, and continued to guzzle down drinks with the same men who had tried to kill Meryl no too long ago.
"Oh well, it's not like sempai will get attacked by a vampire." Funny how Milly always had her twisted sense of being right.
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Vash was so sad. The loomy London sky did nothing but help to house the feeling. He sighed, and stared at a particularly bright cloud. He almost smiled, as his lips began to sing once more.
"So, on the first evening a..."
"Pebble..." The woman had gotten up, and was standing behind him. She continued to sing the song as he still stared outside.
"...From somewhere out of nowhere... drops upon a dreaming world." She leaned against the wall next to the window, then sliding down its side to sit on the floor. She sang again once more.
"So, on the second celestial..."
"Evening..." The man had suddenly decided to start in again. They then finished the song in unison.
"The children of the pebble join hands and compose a waltz." Vash still stared out the window with great sadness. Meryl just looked at her feet, and began to twitch them, almost as if checking to see if they still worked.
"Do you hurt?" Vash had managed to ask softly. He had a great deal of worry and sorrow in his voice. Meryl shook her head, and pressured herself against the wall to look at the room. The floor was clean, and there was nothing broken. But it almost seemed like there really was a vampire that attacked her, but she couldn't remember. She was confused, but evidentially something bad had happened to her, judging by the seemingly thick air in the room.
"After that huge hangover you so gracefully put on yourself, you should go to sleep, broom-head." She said with extra-added tease in it. She then went over to the bed, and took of her boots before climbing in.
The man stood up and sat on the couch, leaning over. He laid there, so that Meryl couldn't see her face. He cried quietly, before speaking.
"I'd like to sleep here tonight, all right?"
"You sure as hell better not plan on sleeping in this same bed! Your best right where you're at, because you've already seen enough with those damned bandages you put on me. I'm not some kind of..."
She was silenced by a stifled sob mixed in with a snore.
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Sorry otakus, but when you update often, your chapters tend to be short. Not to mention I have updated every day so far. Cut me some slack, and while you're at it, cut me a slice of pizza. Also, considering the time [2:29 AM on a Sunday (I DO go to school]), I should sleep. Right after this episode of FLCL...