Vampire: Of Roses And Daggers
Prologue: Once White Field Now Tainted Red
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I’m an angel sent to give man immortality
Live forever if you’d drink from me
Bleed for me and I’ll save you from reality
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--June 13, 2001--
A green leaf gracefully danced as it cascaded, falling soundless on a white field of roses. The leaf appeared as a lost substance shrouded amongst the white roses, the silent wind elegantly whispers as it blew the irony from the field. The meadow seemed like an ethereal bliss, the roses leaving the breeze to sway them gently, and the combination of burgundy and white constantly kept the atmosphere florid and elaborate. It was those times when everything seems to be flawless and perfect. Those moments were meant to be remembered, and Terra Fauntree recalls every single minute of it.
Terra squinted as she slowly slides the garden door open to peek. A sudden shockwave of dread penetrated her innocent mind, flowed down her body towards her limbs, preventing her to move, or even twitch at the abrupt view. Like death, volatile events can take place at the moments where all is faultless. She just wished she lived a life with fairness, with an equal amount of bad and good. But everything was good, and all good things must come to an end. Her heart skipped beat, but continued to pump at a rapid rate. Her azure eyes grew bigger, dazed at the unexpected sight.
A tall man dressed all in black stood out from the field of white roses, appearing like a fiend in haven. A couple stood still, scared to take a step back from the man who was now walking towards them. His silver hair enhanced the paleness of his face, his black robe neutralizing the ashen tone. A small brooding smirk escaped his pallid lips, suggesting a hint of joy, as if happy to threaten a petrified couple. The woman held her husband’s wrist tightly, her face veiled in a mask of innocence, though her eyes give a slight intimation that she knows this man. Her husband glanced at her, desperately looking for an answer in her midnight blue eyes. She could only give out a soft, tragic sigh at both of them, tilting her head down, giving the man beside her an inkling that this was her liability. The man in black could only chuckle more.
He remembered her every curve, every movement she’d make, and the way she’d kiss him on the lips. Every time she’d near him, his skin would feel undeniably torrid, as if her lips burnt him and saved him from feeling so hollow. And when their tongues would lock, he would abruptly feel a burst of bizarre lust, and he would not let her go, his arms encompassed her frail body, desperately wanting more. Years have passed and he could still feel her scorching heat, the one that would ease his unnatural stress. He did not hesitate to storm into the white garden and put a stop to his unwanted pain.
The man disappeared, leaving a small whirlwind of cold air in the place he was in. A small giggle was heard from behind them, and before the man could turn to see, he buried his white teeth on the husband’s neck. The collision of the teeth and the skin triggered the man in black to have a sudden feel of unfelt pleasure, the joy of revenge. He grasped the man’s head as he buried his teeth deeper, drawing out crimson blood that swiftly cascaded down his mouth and the man’s neck. Blood stained the husband’s body and shirt, and a traumatized woman stood still beside them, her eyes grew small in the sudden sight. The scornful feeling of fright lingered in her delicate body, causing her breathing to skip involuntarily. The man drained the husband of blood, laid him down slowly on the now red-stained field of white roses. More blood trickled down his neck, gracefully flowing down the ashen roses, tainting them heavily in wine-red. He rubbed his lips with his hand to clean the dirty stains the husband left as he scowled with a menacing smile at the baffled woman. Her watery eyes let tears trickle down her dainty cheeks, her mouth wide-open, wanting to say something.
He never saw her this vulnerable, this woman changed, she now allowed warm tears pour from her exquisite eyes, she now let herself be caught off-guard in front of the man she used to be madly in love with. And he could only smile at the thought. He took a step forward, brushing off his dire smile to appear more casual. She did not run as he slowly approached her, there would be no real point in escaping. His heart raced as he neared her, the memories of years passed returned to him to like a sudden deja vu, the feeling of lust instantly entered his haughty mind, and his eyes grew big wanting to feel her again, to rekindle the flame she burnt from before. His blood-stained hand elegantly brushed off the hair from the woman’s face, carefully caressing her delicate cheek, feeling the warm tears that trickled from her now closed eyes. His other hand slowly grasped her fragile waist into an unfathomable feeling of unrequited passion. The man’s eyes remained dry and unemotional, not letting the sensation of love seep through his cold façade. He neared his delicate lips to hers, closed his eyes and felt her incinerating his heart once more. He held her neck tightly and moved his lips to hers; embracing both of them in a passionate kiss they haven’t felt ever since. His heart burnt like hell breaking loose, her lips stifling his body in a vortex of voluptuous heat, blazing his lips to want more. The woman pushed him back with a small groan. Interrupted from his feeling of wanting, his eyes grew bloodshot with anger; he grasped her body tightly and buried his red-stained teeth onto her frail neck.
Blood poured from the woman’s neck, gushing down her thin body, onto the white roses that lay below. The man sucked her blood, giving the heat he needed from her. The feeling of passion returned to him as he buried his teeth to her gossamer neck, his eyes grew big as he drained her of blood. The lifeless woman was now tainted in red, leaving the meadow fill with an aura of death. He lay her down softly, and neared his mouth to her ears. He uttered words in a silent whisper that he’ll never fail to recall. “I’m sorry, I missed you.” A soft chuckle came after the sarcastic words.
Terra Fauntree stared in shock at the lifeless couple and the man that killed them both. He gave Terra a quick glance then looked back at the dead woman. He smirked and stood up, headed towards the innocent girl. His hand reached the garden door and swiftly opened it, leaving the girl to tumble back on the wooden floor. The man slowly opened his mouth as he approached her, like a looming monster looking for chaotic oblivion.
--January 9, 2007--
“Shit!” Terra woke up from the deep slumber and the terrifying nightmare she had. “Fucking dreams.” She whispered to herself, but still hyperventilating as she sat up. She calmed herself down and rubbed her temples. A thought of realization came to her mind as she felt a small scar on her neck. “Oh wait, that wasn’t a dream.” Instantly, that flashback in her dream reminded her of her initial objective, to kill that man. She glanced at the clock, 4:54 am. She smacked her palm to her head, cursing her nightmares. A sudden ring was heard from the phone. She hastily got up and ran across her room to grab it, the tiled floor caused a feeling of cold death to penetrate her body. Shoving it aside, she answered the phone.
“Hello?” Her soft voice rang like an angel.
“Terra, I need you to do something.” Stine Jacobs, she thought, judging from the cold and stiff voice.
“What?”
“Get to New York now.”
(Not yet sure with the plot but tell me what you think please!!! I posted this on fictionpress, which the most unfriendliest site in the web, and no one reviewed. Sure my friends read it but they dont have a fictionpress acount! Anyway, if you got any ideas, please tell me. Lolz. Thankyou!)
(If you dont understand, Terra just had a dream about a guy killing her parents. Then woke up...)
[Reminds me of the cartoons on Adult swim and the type of books a friend of mine is into. ]
