Rouge Sang
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,231
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
rouge sang
As I said,Im an artist...
A painter to be exact...in the past year I have become quite famous within the city,For my
portrayals of Vampires and their paramours...Especially since I used real people as subjects,
and often without their permission...And since I paint anonomously it has become
somewhat of a game with some of the local covens to find out who the mystery artist
was....Luckily I kept a low profile...usually watching from a window from my flats vantage
point,or slyly taking notes from my balcony as I watched them file into the clubs...
The cities four covens being,Abel' de Morte',on suther ST.,Bartholeme,on Benoit AVE,
Thibault,on Adenet ST.,and Cerisse Morte' on Mace' ST.,Respectively.
I had one recurring face I painted though...I always looked foreward to seeing him...
His name is Bastien Garnet-Baudet Black.He is the next in line in the coven Bartholeme.
He's quite handsome,and I often find him in my dreams...
He is tall,about 6'6,very lean and pale...His eyes are large and quite stunning a porcelain
green colour,He has a tall black mohawk however its usually falling over and in his eyes...
I never see him with female vampires though...Not that I havent seen them trying to get
his attention,but I usually see him affectionate with mortal women,and typically bleeders.
The only one who knows my secret is my best friend in the whole world...Libertie...
She was a club kid,and goes out at night,Usually to Rouge de sang,then during the days
she would regale me with her stories,Often times of wild sex parties and rampant blood
shed....Often centering on Bastien and his tastes....Fueling my creativity....
But as of Late Bastien's face,nor Libertie's stories were enough anymore to inspire me...
I just sulk about my flat smoking cigarettes and singing to myself...
Its dark now,I smoke my cigarette as I sit with my legs hanging over the edge of the
balcony,My long black hair draped over my shoulders in long curls.My bangs are messy
and pushed to the side.
Im watching across the street,I can see them as they all flock To the club,dressed to the
nines.
I smile to myself as I watch all the bleeders arrive first,Then the predatuers...Stalking slyly
through the dark.
In the crowd of faces I catch his....He is alone,and has drifted off to the side,A cigarette
dangling from his perfect lips.
I watch his moves,a sudden surge of creativity,and adrenaline wash over me as I watch
his hand flick his lighter on and off.
I mirror his image,letting my cigarette dangle in my red lips,flick my loighter on and off...
I suddenly wanted to go down...Maybe mingle....Thoughts of walking through the club,
talking to Bastien...getting to see from first hand expiriences....Then I see the doors open
and my dreams halt...I go back to sulking on my Balcony.
A painter to be exact...in the past year I have become quite famous within the city,For my
portrayals of Vampires and their paramours...Especially since I used real people as subjects,
and often without their permission...And since I paint anonomously it has become
somewhat of a game with some of the local covens to find out who the mystery artist
was....Luckily I kept a low profile...usually watching from a window from my flats vantage
point,or slyly taking notes from my balcony as I watched them file into the clubs...
The cities four covens being,Abel' de Morte',on suther ST.,Bartholeme,on Benoit AVE,
Thibault,on Adenet ST.,and Cerisse Morte' on Mace' ST.,Respectively.
I had one recurring face I painted though...I always looked foreward to seeing him...
His name is Bastien Garnet-Baudet Black.He is the next in line in the coven Bartholeme.
He's quite handsome,and I often find him in my dreams...
He is tall,about 6'6,very lean and pale...His eyes are large and quite stunning a porcelain
green colour,He has a tall black mohawk however its usually falling over and in his eyes...
I never see him with female vampires though...Not that I havent seen them trying to get
his attention,but I usually see him affectionate with mortal women,and typically bleeders.
The only one who knows my secret is my best friend in the whole world...Libertie...
She was a club kid,and goes out at night,Usually to Rouge de sang,then during the days
she would regale me with her stories,Often times of wild sex parties and rampant blood
shed....Often centering on Bastien and his tastes....Fueling my creativity....
But as of Late Bastien's face,nor Libertie's stories were enough anymore to inspire me...
I just sulk about my flat smoking cigarettes and singing to myself...
Its dark now,I smoke my cigarette as I sit with my legs hanging over the edge of the
balcony,My long black hair draped over my shoulders in long curls.My bangs are messy
and pushed to the side.
Im watching across the street,I can see them as they all flock To the club,dressed to the
nines.
I smile to myself as I watch all the bleeders arrive first,Then the predatuers...Stalking slyly
through the dark.
In the crowd of faces I catch his....He is alone,and has drifted off to the side,A cigarette
dangling from his perfect lips.
I watch his moves,a sudden surge of creativity,and adrenaline wash over me as I watch
his hand flick his lighter on and off.
I mirror his image,letting my cigarette dangle in my red lips,flick my loighter on and off...
I suddenly wanted to go down...Maybe mingle....Thoughts of walking through the club,
talking to Bastien...getting to see from first hand expiriences....Then I see the doors open
and my dreams halt...I go back to sulking on my Balcony.