Rouge Sang
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
9
Views:
1,237
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
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 de sang
The phone rang 4 times before She finally answered.
"Bertie,whaddaya want?"She said lazily as she answered the phone...
"Demoiselle...You have no people skills..."I smiled to myself.
"Miina you've woken me up!"She whines."Now whats on your mind cheri?"
"Bastien Garnet Baudet Black."I say a forlorn look across my face,and melancholy in my
voice.
"Thats all?"She asked,disgustedly."Come up with something new,and call me then."
"biquette!Please talk me down?"I ask,pleadingly.
From across the line,a sound of metal creaking crashes.
"What was that?"I ask,Sitting up fast.
"I dont know....It came from the terrace."She said,a queer sound in her voice..."Hmm...
Must be nothing....
I shrug my shoulders as I sit back down,Laying my head on my red velvet pillows.
"Im sorry for your block,pet,but you must overcome it on your own...Your the artist,You
figure it out."She tries,a sound of compassion in her voice.
"Your right....Your right....Ill do it on my own..."I whisper,My eyes drifting over the stack
of paintings in the far left corner.
"Good girl...call me later..."She whispered,a smile in her voice.
"Merci gentiment."I say as I drop the phone onto the reciever.
I stood up,His face fresh in my memory.
Picking up a pack of cigarettes from the table,I light one and begin pacing about,La petit-
Morte',Janella,Plays in the background as I slip on my heels.
A light breeze blew in from under the door.
I thought to myself of cherry blossoms and blood...Trying to come up with something to
paint...
Frustratedly I pace to the stone french doors.
Flinging the door open.
A sudden still takes over...A queer feeling of being watched...I quickly glance about,Seeing
no one...I threw my cigarette over the railing and lean back,watching the pink curtains
dance with the breeze,unsure of something...
I disregard that,and again try to concentrate on a picture...I imagine myself under a
apple tree...I tilt my neck to the side,Fleur de Pommier falls around me,as I lean agaisnt
the tree trunk,my heart beating fast waiting for something dark...
I close my eyes touching my throat as I feel strong hands about me...
Suddenly something from the street distracts me.
My head turns fast to the dirty trash covered street.Pulling my jacket tight around me,
I watch as a vamp and Bleeder make way into the alley next to my building.
From above metal rattled and a man's voice gasped.
"Bertie,whaddaya want?"She said lazily as she answered the phone...
"Demoiselle...You have no people skills..."I smiled to myself.
"Miina you've woken me up!"She whines."Now whats on your mind cheri?"
"Bastien Garnet Baudet Black."I say a forlorn look across my face,and melancholy in my
voice.
"Thats all?"She asked,disgustedly."Come up with something new,and call me then."
"biquette!Please talk me down?"I ask,pleadingly.
From across the line,a sound of metal creaking crashes.
"What was that?"I ask,Sitting up fast.
"I dont know....It came from the terrace."She said,a queer sound in her voice..."Hmm...
Must be nothing....
I shrug my shoulders as I sit back down,Laying my head on my red velvet pillows.
"Im sorry for your block,pet,but you must overcome it on your own...Your the artist,You
figure it out."She tries,a sound of compassion in her voice.
"Your right....Your right....Ill do it on my own..."I whisper,My eyes drifting over the stack
of paintings in the far left corner.
"Good girl...call me later..."She whispered,a smile in her voice.
"Merci gentiment."I say as I drop the phone onto the reciever.
I stood up,His face fresh in my memory.
Picking up a pack of cigarettes from the table,I light one and begin pacing about,La petit-
Morte',Janella,Plays in the background as I slip on my heels.
A light breeze blew in from under the door.
I thought to myself of cherry blossoms and blood...Trying to come up with something to
paint...
Frustratedly I pace to the stone french doors.
Flinging the door open.
A sudden still takes over...A queer feeling of being watched...I quickly glance about,Seeing
no one...I threw my cigarette over the railing and lean back,watching the pink curtains
dance with the breeze,unsure of something...
I disregard that,and again try to concentrate on a picture...I imagine myself under a
apple tree...I tilt my neck to the side,Fleur de Pommier falls around me,as I lean agaisnt
the tree trunk,my heart beating fast waiting for something dark...
I close my eyes touching my throat as I feel strong hands about me...
Suddenly something from the street distracts me.
My head turns fast to the dirty trash covered street.Pulling my jacket tight around me,
I watch as a vamp and Bleeder make way into the alley next to my building.
From above metal rattled and a man's voice gasped.