Blood Love
Chapter 1
Author: rain of silver stars
E-mail:
Genre: romance/alt. reality
Rated: R
Disclaimer: standard
Failed, blank, empty, used
Bare of consequence
Naked of survival
Lost in this first sensation
Something true
In the falsity of my body
Burning in the hollow place inside
Lashing hot against me like a tide....
poem excerpt by Silent Moon
Darien stormed back to the underground dwellings in a fury unmatched in his temper
for some years.
That girl. That foolish girl! First she had resisted Andrews' charms and then...
...then she had been seduced by his!
And she'd never seen him before. Not till then. Caught off guard by her resistence to
vampire hypnotism he had stood dumbfounded as she turned and looked at him!
How could I?! He reprimanded himself.
Being a dark one for as long as he had.....as powerful as he was....that should never
have happened.
Besides, he had been watching her for years and she had never found him....hiding in the
shadows....darkly present as she slept.
She was a fascinating girl. Something almost untouched in such a dreadful human
environment....not human anymore really. He shuddered. Genetic manipulation was
furnishing the planet with evil....
And yet this girl had arrived with pale eyes...almost natural in colour.....with an
innocence in their depths that betrayed kindness....compassion....unnatural qualities
in this part of the world....
He had been watching her for over two years....since she had become reclusive and silent.
Since she had begun travelling at night. He had believed he was protecting her from
the hunt of the newer dark ones....but after her display with Andrew he wondered if that
were even true.
Quite possibly her eyes were powerful enough to withstand the seduction--at least from
the younger vampires.....
He kept storming through the winding hallways until he brushed past Andrew, still hissing
to his fellows.
"She was some sort of freak--she must have been! I have never failed before! She must
possess some sort of magic--or perhaps the humans are breeding a genetic immunity!"
Darien stopped and stepped into the conversation, "Andrew, you know that is not true.
The humans cannot breed an immunity in their genes. Their genetic manipulations are
the reason they are no longer immune....the reason our population has grown so extensively."
Andrew glared at the older, wiser, very powerful man. He hated Darien. His infoulable
calm and sedate demeanor. He had lost his passion for the hunt! He was no longer
vampire.
Andrew forgot Darien was also telepathic.
Passion for the hunt reveals your youth young-one. It does not fade with time, it grows
stronger, subtler, more cunning--as will you. He spoke into Andrew's mind as he walked
away, causing him to start, But you are right, I am no longer vampire. I am a true
dark one.....
The implications of that fact shook Andrew a little. True Dark Ones were the most
powerful of vampires--stronger, wiser......
Legend held it that those who attained such a status hunted effortlessly. That they were
powerful telepaths who could hunt from thousands of miles away, stealing into their victims
minds. That they were darker, possessed more magic, and required far less blood to survive.
The rest of what was rumoured about them was merely myth and heresay--that they could
day-walk outside of the harvest moon.....that they retained some of their soul's power
and were capable of emotion again........
Andrew shook his head. The most ridiculous and awe-inspiring thing he'd ever heard
about true dark ones was that they possessed the power to re-engage their mortality--to return
to human form and live out the rest of their lives. That was unbelievable. Literally.
It simply could not be possible.
He watched after Darien's retreating figure as it glided smoothly down the hall. The
aura of black magic that eminated so effortlessly from his body was testament enough
that Andrew began to seriously wonder.....
It was late, late in the night when Darien heard a commotion from several tunnels away.
Commotions were nothing unusual but a sound filtered through the usual vampire hiss
and caused him to stir and strain to full alertness.
It was a voice. A human voice. Surely no one had dragged a victim here without
hypnotizing them? It would be cruel and terrifying!
But then the voice spoke again and he found himself moving faster than he ever had
before towards its location.
"Leave me alone!" It commanded and he knew before he knew, that it was Serena.
How did she find her way here?!
He appeared in the tunnel in a blur of dark light, invisible to all present. A crowd
of young vampires had formed a circle around her, all trying to hypnotize her while
Andrew stood behind them,
"It won't work! I told you--she's some sort of freak!"
And indeed, their combined stares didn't even touch her.
"Go away!" She cried, "Leave me alone!"
He was about to step forward when someone else did. Another Dark One, much older
than even Darien himself.
Seiya.
His long, lean form glided gracefully through, parting the circle. His feet never touched
the ground. His long black hair trailed down his back.
"A girl who won't be hypnotized? Let me see if I can't remedy that!" He smiled sweetly.
Then he turned his full power on her, energy firing out in all directions and then
channeling into her eyes.
This is it. Thought Darien, watching from the shadows. For Seiya was a much more
powerful vampire than he. Older, stronger, darker and more evil. Seiya had attained
the status of True Dark One unhampered by re-connecting with his soul emotions. He was
one of the most dangerous vampires in the world.
But Serena was untouched by his gaze.
"Please," She said suddenly, making him jump in surprise, "Please just stop all this.
I'm looking for-for Darien."
The use of a vampire name caused everyone and everything to fall silent--including Seiya
who stopped his hypnotism abruptly.
Darien stared at her in shock. Vampires' names were sacred. Never spoken by humans.
How did she know? And how had Seiya's gaze failed, when his own, less powerful one
had not? What did this mean?
He stepped from the shadows then and watched her beautiful eyes widen. He shut his eyes
a moment, shielding their power and pulled his dark aura inward until he walked, with
clearly sounding steps towards her.
Seiya watched on with amusement.
He walked over to her and frowned curiously.
"Darien..." She said softly and his eyebrows raised involuntarily. Then he turned
to his audience,
"Leave." He commanded. He turned to Seiya separately and bowed.
Seiya returned the gesture but vanished chuckling.
Alone in the tunnel, Darien was filled with questions. He looked down at her face as
she searched his own for the reason why he was not seducing her. Though he could not read
her thoughts, he knew by the feverish expression on her face, that she was seeking for it.
He sighed. Her own addiction had brought her here.
"Go." He said in frustration, "You will find no seduction here."
She reached up and caught his shoulder as he turned to walk away, "Please..."
She said softly.
He shut his eyes a moment before turning back to face her, "Go, I will not give you what
you seek. Leave me. You are released."
He attempted to break the spell but it did not seem to work. He could read the hunger
in her eyes.
This could not be....unless....no it was not possible.....she could not simply desire him
of her own accord? There could be no attraction so strong between human and vampire.
He took her by the shoulders, imploring, "Go Serena, I will not bite you!"
But she fell to her knees before him, fists full of his black clothes, "I do not care
what you do with me! Please!"
He sank down to meet her and gathered her up. This powerful, half-magic girl who had
found his name without words.....
He tilted her chin up and saw the desperation in her eyes, "Why?" He asked sadly,
"Why do you wish this?"
She was silent, staring into his still-shielded eyes, her own filling with tears so
suddenly he felt a queer ache start in his chest. But she would not answer.
He brought his hand up to stroke her cheek, "You bring your pain to me...." He said
softly, exercising his most powerful telepathy and finally breaking into her mind,
trying to seek out what she was hiding....trying to be gentle.....
Finally, as her eyes glazed over from the overwhelming sensation, he found it. The memory,
the nightmare. The horrid man in the back of his jeep. His violent desire. Cruel.
Unnatural. The opposite of vampire.
He shut his eyes at the wave of pain and shame that followed it from her. He gathered
her close and said aloud and in her mind as well,
"You have no reason to feel shame small-one......you are not flawed, you are not weak...."
She fell into unconciousness in his arms and he gathered her up and carried her away into
the night. He flew to her window and lay her in her own bed, letting his power return and
glow from his eyes and skin. He watched startled as her body reacted, arching closer to
his own.
I do not understand.... He thought, shaking his head. A girl who felt no desire.
Could not be seduced by her own, or even by the most powerful of vampires....and yet,
she desired him.....?
He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead,
"Sacred dreams, small-one." He whispered, trying to cast the spell with his words.
And oddly, for just a moment, it seemed a brief smile tugged at the corners of her
mouth.
"I will return..." He promised--though he did not know why.....then he was gone.
Chapter 1
Author: rain of silver stars
E-mail:
Genre: romance/alt. reality
Rated: R
Disclaimer: standard
Failed, blank, empty, used
Bare of consequence
Naked of survival
Lost in this first sensation
Something true
In the falsity of my body
Burning in the hollow place inside
Lashing hot against me like a tide....
poem excerpt by Silent Moon
Darien stormed back to the underground dwellings in a fury unmatched in his temper
for some years.
That girl. That foolish girl! First she had resisted Andrews' charms and then...
...then she had been seduced by his!
And she'd never seen him before. Not till then. Caught off guard by her resistence to
vampire hypnotism he had stood dumbfounded as she turned and looked at him!
How could I?! He reprimanded himself.
Being a dark one for as long as he had.....as powerful as he was....that should never
have happened.
Besides, he had been watching her for years and she had never found him....hiding in the
shadows....darkly present as she slept.
She was a fascinating girl. Something almost untouched in such a dreadful human
environment....not human anymore really. He shuddered. Genetic manipulation was
furnishing the planet with evil....
And yet this girl had arrived with pale eyes...almost natural in colour.....with an
innocence in their depths that betrayed kindness....compassion....unnatural qualities
in this part of the world....
He had been watching her for over two years....since she had become reclusive and silent.
Since she had begun travelling at night. He had believed he was protecting her from
the hunt of the newer dark ones....but after her display with Andrew he wondered if that
were even true.
Quite possibly her eyes were powerful enough to withstand the seduction--at least from
the younger vampires.....
He kept storming through the winding hallways until he brushed past Andrew, still hissing
to his fellows.
"She was some sort of freak--she must have been! I have never failed before! She must
possess some sort of magic--or perhaps the humans are breeding a genetic immunity!"
Darien stopped and stepped into the conversation, "Andrew, you know that is not true.
The humans cannot breed an immunity in their genes. Their genetic manipulations are
the reason they are no longer immune....the reason our population has grown so extensively."
Andrew glared at the older, wiser, very powerful man. He hated Darien. His infoulable
calm and sedate demeanor. He had lost his passion for the hunt! He was no longer
vampire.
Andrew forgot Darien was also telepathic.
Passion for the hunt reveals your youth young-one. It does not fade with time, it grows
stronger, subtler, more cunning--as will you. He spoke into Andrew's mind as he walked
away, causing him to start, But you are right, I am no longer vampire. I am a true
dark one.....
The implications of that fact shook Andrew a little. True Dark Ones were the most
powerful of vampires--stronger, wiser......
Legend held it that those who attained such a status hunted effortlessly. That they were
powerful telepaths who could hunt from thousands of miles away, stealing into their victims
minds. That they were darker, possessed more magic, and required far less blood to survive.
The rest of what was rumoured about them was merely myth and heresay--that they could
day-walk outside of the harvest moon.....that they retained some of their soul's power
and were capable of emotion again........
Andrew shook his head. The most ridiculous and awe-inspiring thing he'd ever heard
about true dark ones was that they possessed the power to re-engage their mortality--to return
to human form and live out the rest of their lives. That was unbelievable. Literally.
It simply could not be possible.
He watched after Darien's retreating figure as it glided smoothly down the hall. The
aura of black magic that eminated so effortlessly from his body was testament enough
that Andrew began to seriously wonder.....
It was late, late in the night when Darien heard a commotion from several tunnels away.
Commotions were nothing unusual but a sound filtered through the usual vampire hiss
and caused him to stir and strain to full alertness.
It was a voice. A human voice. Surely no one had dragged a victim here without
hypnotizing them? It would be cruel and terrifying!
But then the voice spoke again and he found himself moving faster than he ever had
before towards its location.
"Leave me alone!" It commanded and he knew before he knew, that it was Serena.
How did she find her way here?!
He appeared in the tunnel in a blur of dark light, invisible to all present. A crowd
of young vampires had formed a circle around her, all trying to hypnotize her while
Andrew stood behind them,
"It won't work! I told you--she's some sort of freak!"
And indeed, their combined stares didn't even touch her.
"Go away!" She cried, "Leave me alone!"
He was about to step forward when someone else did. Another Dark One, much older
than even Darien himself.
Seiya.
His long, lean form glided gracefully through, parting the circle. His feet never touched
the ground. His long black hair trailed down his back.
"A girl who won't be hypnotized? Let me see if I can't remedy that!" He smiled sweetly.
Then he turned his full power on her, energy firing out in all directions and then
channeling into her eyes.
This is it. Thought Darien, watching from the shadows. For Seiya was a much more
powerful vampire than he. Older, stronger, darker and more evil. Seiya had attained
the status of True Dark One unhampered by re-connecting with his soul emotions. He was
one of the most dangerous vampires in the world.
But Serena was untouched by his gaze.
"Please," She said suddenly, making him jump in surprise, "Please just stop all this.
I'm looking for-for Darien."
The use of a vampire name caused everyone and everything to fall silent--including Seiya
who stopped his hypnotism abruptly.
Darien stared at her in shock. Vampires' names were sacred. Never spoken by humans.
How did she know? And how had Seiya's gaze failed, when his own, less powerful one
had not? What did this mean?
He stepped from the shadows then and watched her beautiful eyes widen. He shut his eyes
a moment, shielding their power and pulled his dark aura inward until he walked, with
clearly sounding steps towards her.
Seiya watched on with amusement.
He walked over to her and frowned curiously.
"Darien..." She said softly and his eyebrows raised involuntarily. Then he turned
to his audience,
"Leave." He commanded. He turned to Seiya separately and bowed.
Seiya returned the gesture but vanished chuckling.
Alone in the tunnel, Darien was filled with questions. He looked down at her face as
she searched his own for the reason why he was not seducing her. Though he could not read
her thoughts, he knew by the feverish expression on her face, that she was seeking for it.
He sighed. Her own addiction had brought her here.
"Go." He said in frustration, "You will find no seduction here."
She reached up and caught his shoulder as he turned to walk away, "Please..."
She said softly.
He shut his eyes a moment before turning back to face her, "Go, I will not give you what
you seek. Leave me. You are released."
He attempted to break the spell but it did not seem to work. He could read the hunger
in her eyes.
This could not be....unless....no it was not possible.....she could not simply desire him
of her own accord? There could be no attraction so strong between human and vampire.
He took her by the shoulders, imploring, "Go Serena, I will not bite you!"
But she fell to her knees before him, fists full of his black clothes, "I do not care
what you do with me! Please!"
He sank down to meet her and gathered her up. This powerful, half-magic girl who had
found his name without words.....
He tilted her chin up and saw the desperation in her eyes, "Why?" He asked sadly,
"Why do you wish this?"
She was silent, staring into his still-shielded eyes, her own filling with tears so
suddenly he felt a queer ache start in his chest. But she would not answer.
He brought his hand up to stroke her cheek, "You bring your pain to me...." He said
softly, exercising his most powerful telepathy and finally breaking into her mind,
trying to seek out what she was hiding....trying to be gentle.....
Finally, as her eyes glazed over from the overwhelming sensation, he found it. The memory,
the nightmare. The horrid man in the back of his jeep. His violent desire. Cruel.
Unnatural. The opposite of vampire.
He shut his eyes at the wave of pain and shame that followed it from her. He gathered
her close and said aloud and in her mind as well,
"You have no reason to feel shame small-one......you are not flawed, you are not weak...."
She fell into unconciousness in his arms and he gathered her up and carried her away into
the night. He flew to her window and lay her in her own bed, letting his power return and
glow from his eyes and skin. He watched startled as her body reacted, arching closer to
his own.
I do not understand.... He thought, shaking his head. A girl who felt no desire.
Could not be seduced by her own, or even by the most powerful of vampires....and yet,
she desired him.....?
He leaned down and gently kissed her forehead,
"Sacred dreams, small-one." He whispered, trying to cast the spell with his words.
And oddly, for just a moment, it seemed a brief smile tugged at the corners of her
mouth.
"I will return..." He promised--though he did not know why.....then he was gone.