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ladyjaida and bookchild were amazing. Both of you guys. Amazing.
And for your reading pleasure, a bad piece of vampire fiction I wrote.
Author: Sky
Title: Vampire Warnings
Fandom: Original, if vampires can be called that... It's kind of taken from many different vampire things.
Rating: PG-13 for a little violence?
Summary: A vampire haunts a town. And a woman askes to be bitten.
A/N: Written for a Gothic Writing contest at Gaia. Interestingly, it's not slash. And all the characters are mine, even if the particular kind of vampires aren't.
A/N 2: Beta'd bybookchild, who is truly amazing.
Vampires were commonplace these days. People stayed in their houses at night, garlic hanging from the ceiling, crosses hanging from their necks, and stakes by their beds. It made them feel safe. In the days, the vampires were asleep, shunning the sunlight that killed them as surely as any stake through the heart.
When travelers passed through they were warned, were told that vampires stalked the streets in the nights, that they should expect never to see the light of day again if they went out at night. People generally listened when it was put that way.
Beatrix didn’t plan on staying long, she was passing through. She was only there for the warm food, a warm bed, and a few days rest. She didn’t plan on anything else.
She was warned like everyone else.
~*~
Adrian was patient. It was a skill he’d had as a human, and a skill he retained as a vampire. So every night he waited, patiently, for some poor soul, some human to make a mistake, to forget to hang up garlic, to venture outside for that one moment.
Bodies turned up days later, drained dry of their blood, but mostly still intact. The families would bury their dead sister, brother, husband or wife, and life would continue. The family wouldn’t make that mistake again.
But it was different the night he smelled fresh blood out of doors. The fear wasn’t there.
~*~
Beatrix had been warned. On the other hand, she didn’t care to be told how to live. When to do what, when not to do what. She hadn’t lived as long as she had by being told how to live. She didn’t care, that was true. And she wasn’t afraid. She’d probably seen worse things than a vampire.
And so she went for a walk, beneath the street lights, on an empty street. Her boot heels clicked loudly in the silence, and her jacket pulled away from her legs, whipping behind her.
She didn’t know there was anyone else on the streets until she nearly walked into someone.
She raised her eyes.
~*~
Adrian could nearly feel the blood beneath his fingers, could feel it running down his throat, could feel his energy returning to him. He looked down at the woman.
She stopped and looked up at him, strangely calm.
He narrowed his eyes.
“You aren’t afraid to be walking around at night.” A statement, not a question. Beatrix nodded anyway.
“People tell me what to do. I don’t listen.”
Adrian bared pointed fangs at her. “Even when they might be right?”
She looked at his teeth for a moment, silent as she contemplated them, and raised her gaze back to his eyes.
“Even then.”
And with that Beatrix opened a door, and vanished within.
~*~
The next day, hidden from the sunlight, Adrian didn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep this day, not the one day he had been cheated out of his prey, by a human, a mere human, and the human he’d been intending to drain. He didn’t know why it had happened, he didn’t know how, but he intended to fix it.
~*~
Beatrix developed an obsession. She didn’t question why, that wasn’t the point with obsessions, just let herself be drawn into it.
Who was this vampire, why was he here? No one seemed to know, and really, that didn’t bother her too much. She wanted to know what he was like, to find out what dark secrets he had, what dark past, and possibly what dark future.
But no one could tell her.
~*~
The next night, Adrian followed the woman for blocks, trying to sense her out, trying to find what fears she had, trying to get between the cracks and force them open wide. And then he realized.
He wanted to break her.
She was a doll to him, a fragile thing that he played with, a toy that still had his attention because it kept doing new things. But it would lose his interest, and when it did, he would smash it.
He stepped in front of her, under a street light, and she stopped.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“You’ve decided to ignore the warnings again?” he asked her, an eyebrow raised.
“They proved false last night. No reason for them to hold true tonight.” She shrugged.
He took a step closer, amused when she held her ground. “You really aren’t afraid, are you?”
“I’m afraid of many things. You are not one of them.”
He hissed at her, and she didn’t flinch. “Hm. Interesting.”
~*~
The nights passed much the same. And, despite warnings and pleadings from the people who lived there, Beatrix continued her nightly meetings with Adrian. Sometimes they would talk, and occasionally they wouldn’t. He always found her, no matter where she went that night.
But this night, much like the first, was different.
“Hello,” she said, her voice always the almost sad, almost happy sing song that it was.
He nodded to her. “Hello.”
He jumped at her, pulling her hair away from her neck, and sunk his fangs into her white skin. She didn’t scream, didn’t try to pull away. She seemed expecting it. As her blood drained from her to him, she grasped his hair, and pulled him from her neck with the last of her strength.
She tightened her fingers in his hair, and looked him in the eye.
“Don’t let me die…”
It was a plea, a request, and a demand all in one.
He looked at her for a moment, and then nodded, putting his mouth to her neck again and draining all but the last of her blood.
He laid her gently on the grass, and slit his own wrist, letting the blood fall from the cut to her mouth. Her hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, as she sucked the blood from his wrist.
He smiled faintly.
~*~
The warnings are still the same, always hang garlic, always wear across, always sleep next to a stake. No one’s turned up dead for years, but the warnings are always the same. But the vampires are gone now.
But it's over. And both
ladyjaida and bookchild were amazing. Both of you guys. Amazing.And for your reading pleasure, a bad piece of vampire fiction I wrote.
Author: Sky
Title: Vampire Warnings
Fandom: Original, if vampires can be called that... It's kind of taken from many different vampire things.
Rating: PG-13 for a little violence?
Summary: A vampire haunts a town. And a woman askes to be bitten.
A/N: Written for a Gothic Writing contest at Gaia. Interestingly, it's not slash. And all the characters are mine, even if the particular kind of vampires aren't.
A/N 2: Beta'd by
bookchild, who is truly amazing.Vampires were commonplace these days. People stayed in their houses at night, garlic hanging from the ceiling, crosses hanging from their necks, and stakes by their beds. It made them feel safe. In the days, the vampires were asleep, shunning the sunlight that killed them as surely as any stake through the heart.
When travelers passed through they were warned, were told that vampires stalked the streets in the nights, that they should expect never to see the light of day again if they went out at night. People generally listened when it was put that way.
Beatrix didn’t plan on staying long, she was passing through. She was only there for the warm food, a warm bed, and a few days rest. She didn’t plan on anything else.
She was warned like everyone else.
~*~
Adrian was patient. It was a skill he’d had as a human, and a skill he retained as a vampire. So every night he waited, patiently, for some poor soul, some human to make a mistake, to forget to hang up garlic, to venture outside for that one moment.
Bodies turned up days later, drained dry of their blood, but mostly still intact. The families would bury their dead sister, brother, husband or wife, and life would continue. The family wouldn’t make that mistake again.
But it was different the night he smelled fresh blood out of doors. The fear wasn’t there.
~*~
Beatrix had been warned. On the other hand, she didn’t care to be told how to live. When to do what, when not to do what. She hadn’t lived as long as she had by being told how to live. She didn’t care, that was true. And she wasn’t afraid. She’d probably seen worse things than a vampire.
And so she went for a walk, beneath the street lights, on an empty street. Her boot heels clicked loudly in the silence, and her jacket pulled away from her legs, whipping behind her.
She didn’t know there was anyone else on the streets until she nearly walked into someone.
She raised her eyes.
~*~
Adrian could nearly feel the blood beneath his fingers, could feel it running down his throat, could feel his energy returning to him. He looked down at the woman.
She stopped and looked up at him, strangely calm.
He narrowed his eyes.
“You aren’t afraid to be walking around at night.” A statement, not a question. Beatrix nodded anyway.
“People tell me what to do. I don’t listen.”
Adrian bared pointed fangs at her. “Even when they might be right?”
She looked at his teeth for a moment, silent as she contemplated them, and raised her gaze back to his eyes.
“Even then.”
And with that Beatrix opened a door, and vanished within.
~*~
The next day, hidden from the sunlight, Adrian didn’t sleep. He couldn’t sleep this day, not the one day he had been cheated out of his prey, by a human, a mere human, and the human he’d been intending to drain. He didn’t know why it had happened, he didn’t know how, but he intended to fix it.
~*~
Beatrix developed an obsession. She didn’t question why, that wasn’t the point with obsessions, just let herself be drawn into it.
Who was this vampire, why was he here? No one seemed to know, and really, that didn’t bother her too much. She wanted to know what he was like, to find out what dark secrets he had, what dark past, and possibly what dark future.
But no one could tell her.
~*~
The next night, Adrian followed the woman for blocks, trying to sense her out, trying to find what fears she had, trying to get between the cracks and force them open wide. And then he realized.
He wanted to break her.
She was a doll to him, a fragile thing that he played with, a toy that still had his attention because it kept doing new things. But it would lose his interest, and when it did, he would smash it.
He stepped in front of her, under a street light, and she stopped.
“Hello.”
“Hello.”
“You’ve decided to ignore the warnings again?” he asked her, an eyebrow raised.
“They proved false last night. No reason for them to hold true tonight.” She shrugged.
He took a step closer, amused when she held her ground. “You really aren’t afraid, are you?”
“I’m afraid of many things. You are not one of them.”
He hissed at her, and she didn’t flinch. “Hm. Interesting.”
~*~
The nights passed much the same. And, despite warnings and pleadings from the people who lived there, Beatrix continued her nightly meetings with Adrian. Sometimes they would talk, and occasionally they wouldn’t. He always found her, no matter where she went that night.
But this night, much like the first, was different.
“Hello,” she said, her voice always the almost sad, almost happy sing song that it was.
He nodded to her. “Hello.”
He jumped at her, pulling her hair away from her neck, and sunk his fangs into her white skin. She didn’t scream, didn’t try to pull away. She seemed expecting it. As her blood drained from her to him, she grasped his hair, and pulled him from her neck with the last of her strength.
She tightened her fingers in his hair, and looked him in the eye.
“Don’t let me die…”
It was a plea, a request, and a demand all in one.
He looked at her for a moment, and then nodded, putting his mouth to her neck again and draining all but the last of her blood.
He laid her gently on the grass, and slit his own wrist, letting the blood fall from the cut to her mouth. Her hand reached out and grabbed his wrist, as she sucked the blood from his wrist.
He smiled faintly.
~*~
The warnings are still the same, always hang garlic, always wear across, always sleep next to a stake. No one’s turned up dead for years, but the warnings are always the same. But the vampires are gone now.
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on 2004-05-26 04:15 pm (UTC)::runs off to read ficcie, which as she recalls she somewhat beta'ed and therefore feels a slight fondness for, not that she wouldn't have anyway::
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on 2004-05-26 04:30 pm (UTC)