Blood Love
Prologue
Author: rain of silver stars
E-mail: moonsilverstaryahoo.com
Genre: romance/alt. reality
Rated: R
Disclaimer: standard
Though I reach for you in anger
Touch you with dark, dark lust
Though my soul is hungry for you
It's your blood that I love
I'm longing in this black night
With fire in every nerve
Possessed, desirous, inflamed
A heart spoiled and aching
It's your blood that I love
I'm yearning for your soul's touch
The beauty of your heart unbroken
The warm joy in your eyes to hold me
It can never be
It can never be
For though regret pierces the flesh of this body
And I long to be alive for you
I cannot change this body
It's your blood that I love.
song by Silent Moon
October, 4000 AD. Night.
"What's wrong with you?!" He cried as he pumped her lithe, pale body. The jeep
rocked with his efforts. The silent forest for miles encompassing them.
"Can't you get off?!"
"I don't know!" She cried beneath him, tears squeezing out her faded blue eyes.
"I don't know!"
He looked at her tears with disgust, "Oh God, don't cry!"
There was no sympathy in his voice.
He pushed her legs back farther and kept on, harder and harder till he achieved
his own release.
She watched his rough face, the sweat on his forehead. The bruising grip on her
legs, the unpleasant grunting of his orgasm. And thought, This is not beautiful...
He pulled out and let her gather her still-wet body together and stare distantly out
the window.
"There's something wrong with you. You know that? Girls are supposed to get off
from sex."
"I know...." She said flatly, as though faraway.
Her heart was crushed in her chest but she detached herself and imagined her soul faraway.
With a loud gasp Serena Tsukino woke up. She sat straight up in bed and looked around
wildly, catching her breath, trying to recollect what had frightened her so.
That dream. That same dream.....
She shook her head.
That same memory....
The sun was just coming up in the distance as she pulled herself out of bed and walked
over to the window. She stared out at the bleak landscape and then focused on the
drops of rain on the glass.
Another day.
She started suddenly as a cool gush of air wafted past her ear, causing her to turn suddenly
trying to discern it's source.
But there was nothing....
Then it rushed by the other ear and she could have sworn it whispered her name,
"Serena......" it echoed over and over and faded gradually away, making her shiver.
She shook off the strange sensation and hurried to her shower to ready for the day.
The water was cold but she didn't care. She let it wash over her skin until she was
nearly numb and then stepped out, towled off, tucked her long, wheat-gold hair into a bun
and dressed in her dull gray school uniform.
She was a student at the top boarding academy for the gifted. The elite of the elite
went here. And her parents were very rich. Rich enough to afford her genetic enhancement
giving her an unmatchable edge in her studies. Rich enough to buy her ticket to this
school at the other side of the world.
Learning the new language had been effortless. Suffering through the odd sense of
rejection had been hard. Her parents barely wrote or called. Apparently, their
involvement in her life was over.
The girls that attended this school were all rich, powerful, genetically enhanced to be
smarter, more beautiful, perfect in every way.
And they were. All of them.
Only she, Serena, was flawed.
She lacked the ruthless abandon of her classmates. Instead she had displayed a strange
abundance of compassion for which her parents had sued their geneticist handsomely.
She was however, very beautiful. Her hair was long and healthy and golden. Her skin was
ivory and flawless. Her limbs long and slender, her face classic and elegant.
Only her eyes marked her difference. They were not the lustrious, bright, over-shiny
colour of her peers--though they had been programmed to be. They were instead, an icy
blue, faded and barely detectable in strong lights.
No one had been able to explain it.
Serena had been a bright, sunny child. Affectionate and happy. Smiling and active.
But her experience at school, interacting with others, had hardened her considerably.
Now she was aloof and reclusive. Fairly mute and unsocial.
When she had first arrived at the school, she had been welcomed into the girls social
circles. They had gossiped with her and confided their petty rivalries, their stolen
cigerettes and alcohal--strictly forbidden to the genetically enhanced. And their
lurid affairs with the off-campus boys. The ones from the olympic school opposite
the academy.
Strong, muscled, over-testosteroned boys with an appetite for winning, violence, and
screwing pretty little prep-school girls in the backs of their jeeps.
Serena had battled the overwhelming sense of evil from her classmates. Managed to feign
carelessness and ruthlessness with remarkable skill. Her original character pressed
back like a shrinking violet. But sex with the off-campus boys had been the beginning of
the end.
Everyone found out. Everyone shunned her. Everyone suddenly knew her secret.
So she kept to herself. Ignoring the jeers and hurts of the others. She travelled
in the nights, through the tunnels. It was dangerous but she didn't care. She no longer
carried a will to live.
Although genetically enhanced, she lacked the things her classmates held easily. She
failed to be as strong as they were. She was weak, flawed, unable to be satisfied.
She was incomplete.
Her faded blue eyes were a testimony to her failed body and mind.
When she had been younger, and hope had been within her grasp. She had planned countless
times to run away to the moon.
On the moon, a group of rebel earth people had embezzled grant money and smuggled equipment
to build a new civilization. She'd read up on it as much as possible. Hacking into
unreachable computer files to find out everything she could.
But she had never been able to reach them. These now-mystic moon people with a highly
advanced technology that protected them from the earth's interference.
Every night as a young teen she had stared wistfully up at the moon, praying they would
come take her away.
But her prayers were in vain.
She had tried countless times to runaway and reach them, but she had failed.
Hope was dead. So was she. This was only....existence.
So she headed out into another day, taking the tunnels and emerging in the yard of the
school for morning exercise. The other girls ignored her or glared as she stepped to the
back and joined in.
Then they separated for breakfast and she was once again alone.
Students from the Olympic school filtered in and she quickly walked over to the trees
in case he was there. He made things very hard for her when he saw her.
The names he called her. She shivered.
Suddenly a young man came crunching through the leaves towards her. He was pale, thin,
with sharp dark eyes and curly light brown hair. She watched startled as he seemed to
glide towards her. Suddenly he was right next to her, whispering in her ear, that same
voice from the morning....
"Serena....I can give you the one thing you want Serena.....the one thing you need."
Then he stood facing her, staring into her eyes with hypnotic intent.
"Come with me...." He murmured seductively, "I can give you what you want..."
His voice had become a hiss. Her eyes narrowed, "Go away!"
His eyes widened in shock then, "W-what?"
She stepped away from him, and it was then she realized....he had no shadow.
He was a.....a.....her eyes widened.
He had been trying to seduce her.....to hypnotize her with his power.....and it hadn't
worked.....
"Go away!" She said again, half-panicked.
He was gone in an instant. Less than an instant. And she was standing alone in the fallen
leaves. Breathing hard.
A vampire. A dark one.
She'd forgotten this was their time to walk in the day--during the harvest moon of
October....until the 31st.
She shivered. And they loved seducing school-girls.
The power of their hypnotism was supposed to be unbreakable. Anyone unfortunate enough
to gaze into a vampires eyes was seduced, bitten, and either killed or converted.
Though their lifestyle was far from terrible. They lived the dark lives of the possessed.
Indulging desires of the flesh at will. Powerful and skilled beyond match.
The bite of a vampire was supposed to be ecstasy--and they alway bedded their victims first.
At least the true dark ones did.
Their eyes were the first seduction. A vampire's once-soul was trapped in it's eyes.
And when they seduced it glowed with incomparable beauty, pulling the victim in and leaving
them paralyzed. Burning with lust. Blood hot and racing.
And that gaze had not worked on her. She had stared squarely back and surprised
the hell out of him.
She almost laughed. But it had been many years since she had truly laughed. It caught
in her dry throat and died there.
She shuddered. Her lack of desire was so great. Her deadness of soul so complete that
even the seduction of vampires--an irresistible power--did not work on her?
Her faded blue eyes filled with tears in spite of herself. She quickly wiped them away.
I feel nothing....nothing!
And it was then that she saw him. Standing off in the distance. Leaning against a tree.
The dark aura discernible about him made it obvious he was also a vampire. A very
powerful one. A true dark one.
But it was not this that had her staring back without blinking. It was the power of
his gaze. His eyes so blue she could see their colour from where she stood. He was
tall and pale and handsome. His shock of dark hair tossled lightly by the wind.
A strange reaction began burning through her, beginning in the depths of her heart and
threading through her slowly....she did not recognize it at first, standing frozen in
place....not until it stretched through her stomach and arrowed downwards between her
legs.....desire...
She took in a breath sharply. It was the first she had ever felt it and it overwhelmed her,
she fell to her knees.
He jumped then, as though becoming aware of what he was doing and met her gaze again.
His voice echoed in her mind strongly, as though he were speaking from within her.
No, do not see me now.
And in a heartbeat he was gone. The spot where he had stood just a breath before
now vacant.
Serena pulled herself to her feet gasping and stared at it a long moment.
He was gone. But not before she had grasped something from him. Something he did not
mean for her to have. It had simply bled from the light of his eyes into her heart and
burned itself there.
His name.
Darien......
Prologue
Author: rain of silver stars
E-mail: moonsilverstaryahoo.com
Genre: romance/alt. reality
Rated: R
Disclaimer: standard
Though I reach for you in anger
Touch you with dark, dark lust
Though my soul is hungry for you
It's your blood that I love
I'm longing in this black night
With fire in every nerve
Possessed, desirous, inflamed
A heart spoiled and aching
It's your blood that I love
I'm yearning for your soul's touch
The beauty of your heart unbroken
The warm joy in your eyes to hold me
It can never be
It can never be
For though regret pierces the flesh of this body
And I long to be alive for you
I cannot change this body
It's your blood that I love.
song by Silent Moon
October, 4000 AD. Night.
"What's wrong with you?!" He cried as he pumped her lithe, pale body. The jeep
rocked with his efforts. The silent forest for miles encompassing them.
"Can't you get off?!"
"I don't know!" She cried beneath him, tears squeezing out her faded blue eyes.
"I don't know!"
He looked at her tears with disgust, "Oh God, don't cry!"
There was no sympathy in his voice.
He pushed her legs back farther and kept on, harder and harder till he achieved
his own release.
She watched his rough face, the sweat on his forehead. The bruising grip on her
legs, the unpleasant grunting of his orgasm. And thought, This is not beautiful...
He pulled out and let her gather her still-wet body together and stare distantly out
the window.
"There's something wrong with you. You know that? Girls are supposed to get off
from sex."
"I know...." She said flatly, as though faraway.
Her heart was crushed in her chest but she detached herself and imagined her soul faraway.
With a loud gasp Serena Tsukino woke up. She sat straight up in bed and looked around
wildly, catching her breath, trying to recollect what had frightened her so.
That dream. That same dream.....
She shook her head.
That same memory....
The sun was just coming up in the distance as she pulled herself out of bed and walked
over to the window. She stared out at the bleak landscape and then focused on the
drops of rain on the glass.
Another day.
She started suddenly as a cool gush of air wafted past her ear, causing her to turn suddenly
trying to discern it's source.
But there was nothing....
Then it rushed by the other ear and she could have sworn it whispered her name,
"Serena......" it echoed over and over and faded gradually away, making her shiver.
She shook off the strange sensation and hurried to her shower to ready for the day.
The water was cold but she didn't care. She let it wash over her skin until she was
nearly numb and then stepped out, towled off, tucked her long, wheat-gold hair into a bun
and dressed in her dull gray school uniform.
She was a student at the top boarding academy for the gifted. The elite of the elite
went here. And her parents were very rich. Rich enough to afford her genetic enhancement
giving her an unmatchable edge in her studies. Rich enough to buy her ticket to this
school at the other side of the world.
Learning the new language had been effortless. Suffering through the odd sense of
rejection had been hard. Her parents barely wrote or called. Apparently, their
involvement in her life was over.
The girls that attended this school were all rich, powerful, genetically enhanced to be
smarter, more beautiful, perfect in every way.
And they were. All of them.
Only she, Serena, was flawed.
She lacked the ruthless abandon of her classmates. Instead she had displayed a strange
abundance of compassion for which her parents had sued their geneticist handsomely.
She was however, very beautiful. Her hair was long and healthy and golden. Her skin was
ivory and flawless. Her limbs long and slender, her face classic and elegant.
Only her eyes marked her difference. They were not the lustrious, bright, over-shiny
colour of her peers--though they had been programmed to be. They were instead, an icy
blue, faded and barely detectable in strong lights.
No one had been able to explain it.
Serena had been a bright, sunny child. Affectionate and happy. Smiling and active.
But her experience at school, interacting with others, had hardened her considerably.
Now she was aloof and reclusive. Fairly mute and unsocial.
When she had first arrived at the school, she had been welcomed into the girls social
circles. They had gossiped with her and confided their petty rivalries, their stolen
cigerettes and alcohal--strictly forbidden to the genetically enhanced. And their
lurid affairs with the off-campus boys. The ones from the olympic school opposite
the academy.
Strong, muscled, over-testosteroned boys with an appetite for winning, violence, and
screwing pretty little prep-school girls in the backs of their jeeps.
Serena had battled the overwhelming sense of evil from her classmates. Managed to feign
carelessness and ruthlessness with remarkable skill. Her original character pressed
back like a shrinking violet. But sex with the off-campus boys had been the beginning of
the end.
Everyone found out. Everyone shunned her. Everyone suddenly knew her secret.
So she kept to herself. Ignoring the jeers and hurts of the others. She travelled
in the nights, through the tunnels. It was dangerous but she didn't care. She no longer
carried a will to live.
Although genetically enhanced, she lacked the things her classmates held easily. She
failed to be as strong as they were. She was weak, flawed, unable to be satisfied.
She was incomplete.
Her faded blue eyes were a testimony to her failed body and mind.
When she had been younger, and hope had been within her grasp. She had planned countless
times to run away to the moon.
On the moon, a group of rebel earth people had embezzled grant money and smuggled equipment
to build a new civilization. She'd read up on it as much as possible. Hacking into
unreachable computer files to find out everything she could.
But she had never been able to reach them. These now-mystic moon people with a highly
advanced technology that protected them from the earth's interference.
Every night as a young teen she had stared wistfully up at the moon, praying they would
come take her away.
But her prayers were in vain.
She had tried countless times to runaway and reach them, but she had failed.
Hope was dead. So was she. This was only....existence.
So she headed out into another day, taking the tunnels and emerging in the yard of the
school for morning exercise. The other girls ignored her or glared as she stepped to the
back and joined in.
Then they separated for breakfast and she was once again alone.
Students from the Olympic school filtered in and she quickly walked over to the trees
in case he was there. He made things very hard for her when he saw her.
The names he called her. She shivered.
Suddenly a young man came crunching through the leaves towards her. He was pale, thin,
with sharp dark eyes and curly light brown hair. She watched startled as he seemed to
glide towards her. Suddenly he was right next to her, whispering in her ear, that same
voice from the morning....
"Serena....I can give you the one thing you want Serena.....the one thing you need."
Then he stood facing her, staring into her eyes with hypnotic intent.
"Come with me...." He murmured seductively, "I can give you what you want..."
His voice had become a hiss. Her eyes narrowed, "Go away!"
His eyes widened in shock then, "W-what?"
She stepped away from him, and it was then she realized....he had no shadow.
He was a.....a.....her eyes widened.
He had been trying to seduce her.....to hypnotize her with his power.....and it hadn't
worked.....
"Go away!" She said again, half-panicked.
He was gone in an instant. Less than an instant. And she was standing alone in the fallen
leaves. Breathing hard.
A vampire. A dark one.
She'd forgotten this was their time to walk in the day--during the harvest moon of
October....until the 31st.
She shivered. And they loved seducing school-girls.
The power of their hypnotism was supposed to be unbreakable. Anyone unfortunate enough
to gaze into a vampires eyes was seduced, bitten, and either killed or converted.
Though their lifestyle was far from terrible. They lived the dark lives of the possessed.
Indulging desires of the flesh at will. Powerful and skilled beyond match.
The bite of a vampire was supposed to be ecstasy--and they alway bedded their victims first.
At least the true dark ones did.
Their eyes were the first seduction. A vampire's once-soul was trapped in it's eyes.
And when they seduced it glowed with incomparable beauty, pulling the victim in and leaving
them paralyzed. Burning with lust. Blood hot and racing.
And that gaze had not worked on her. She had stared squarely back and surprised
the hell out of him.
She almost laughed. But it had been many years since she had truly laughed. It caught
in her dry throat and died there.
She shuddered. Her lack of desire was so great. Her deadness of soul so complete that
even the seduction of vampires--an irresistible power--did not work on her?
Her faded blue eyes filled with tears in spite of herself. She quickly wiped them away.
I feel nothing....nothing!
And it was then that she saw him. Standing off in the distance. Leaning against a tree.
The dark aura discernible about him made it obvious he was also a vampire. A very
powerful one. A true dark one.
But it was not this that had her staring back without blinking. It was the power of
his gaze. His eyes so blue she could see their colour from where she stood. He was
tall and pale and handsome. His shock of dark hair tossled lightly by the wind.
A strange reaction began burning through her, beginning in the depths of her heart and
threading through her slowly....she did not recognize it at first, standing frozen in
place....not until it stretched through her stomach and arrowed downwards between her
legs.....desire...
She took in a breath sharply. It was the first she had ever felt it and it overwhelmed her,
she fell to her knees.
He jumped then, as though becoming aware of what he was doing and met her gaze again.
His voice echoed in her mind strongly, as though he were speaking from within her.
No, do not see me now.
And in a heartbeat he was gone. The spot where he had stood just a breath before
now vacant.
Serena pulled herself to her feet gasping and stared at it a long moment.
He was gone. But not before she had grasped something from him. Something he did not
mean for her to have. It had simply bled from the light of his eyes into her heart and
burned itself there.
His name.
Darien......