bloody rose
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,809
Reviews:
8
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.
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i dont own for emily whenever i may find her by simon and garfunkel, i just really like it.
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Tristan walked casually down on of the larger corridors in the Keep. Expensive and rare tapestries lined the walls and oriental rugs spread across the floor. Candles in enormous candelabras were set out on thin wooden tables every few feet or so. There were no windows, nor were there windows in any part of the Keep save the library. Tristan walked barefoot, feeling the soft rugs beneath his feet. Life was dull at the Keep, at least for the time being. The Regent had ordered her spies and assassins out to take care of the problem, and the rest of her vampires really weren’t needed. Tristan and Evangeline had been there almost a month now, and there was very little to keep them occupied. So he had taken to wandering the endless corridors during the night and, as always, sleeping during the days. Occasionally Morgana would pop out of the woodwork and spirit them off to a lecture or a recital. But other than that the two were left to amuse themselves. Evangeline had gone off to the library hours ago, mumbling something about the fae on her way out. He had let her go without a word, and was now wondering if the boredom and lethargy was catching up to him. So he had left his rooms and began walking. The Keep was u-shaped with a semicircle connecting the two ends, fifteen stories up in most places, and forty-five in others, it held a multitude of places to walk. Coming to an intersection, he paused before turning right, and headed down to the library.
Evangeline had had little luck looking for her mysterious fae. The fae were relatively ignored as far as immortals went, they kept to themselves and rarely interacted with the other races. For that reason, they were disregarded by the vampiric community, much to Evangeline’s dismay she had met fae years ago, and he had told her some wild tales about the world of the fae. She had laughed it off, but now, with the war coming upon them all, documents were being released that told of ancient vampires, promoting the community and reign of the vampires. She began to recognize bits of the stories he had told in the pamphlets and orations. They were almost exactly the same. Curiosity had drawn her into a search for the ancient vampires, and so she sat in the library, dismayed at the lack of information on the fae. If she could reach that crazed old faerie, she could question him more on the old tales and perhaps find out what had become of the ancients. The High King and Queen were supposedly ancients, as was the Regent, though no one knew if they truly were, and anyone who questioned it were dragged off to the dungeons. The ancients had possessed great powers, magnificent strength, much more than any vampire currently had. The war and all the fighting would be done with if they had that kind of power. All the districts that were only partially conquered would fall to the crown; humanity would be brought down at last. They would be safe. Evangeline put her head in her hands and closed her eyes, ready to give up.
A soft sound drifted through one of the open windows, catching her attention. She rose to investigate, and cautiously went to the window. Tristan stood beneath her, and softly sang out to the night air:
“What I dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping in the alleyways,
As I walked on.
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight;
I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.”
He had turned about in the middle of his song and now stood looking up into Evangline’s eyes. She smiled faintly, and then disappeared. Tristan looked about for a moment before he heard the click of the garden entrance door to his left. Evangeline walked out across the damp grass to stand beside him under the stars. They said nothing, no words were necessary, but rather reached out to each other and stood, two immortals silhouetted against the clear night sky.
~*KaS*~
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Tristan walked casually down on of the larger corridors in the Keep. Expensive and rare tapestries lined the walls and oriental rugs spread across the floor. Candles in enormous candelabras were set out on thin wooden tables every few feet or so. There were no windows, nor were there windows in any part of the Keep save the library. Tristan walked barefoot, feeling the soft rugs beneath his feet. Life was dull at the Keep, at least for the time being. The Regent had ordered her spies and assassins out to take care of the problem, and the rest of her vampires really weren’t needed. Tristan and Evangeline had been there almost a month now, and there was very little to keep them occupied. So he had taken to wandering the endless corridors during the night and, as always, sleeping during the days. Occasionally Morgana would pop out of the woodwork and spirit them off to a lecture or a recital. But other than that the two were left to amuse themselves. Evangeline had gone off to the library hours ago, mumbling something about the fae on her way out. He had let her go without a word, and was now wondering if the boredom and lethargy was catching up to him. So he had left his rooms and began walking. The Keep was u-shaped with a semicircle connecting the two ends, fifteen stories up in most places, and forty-five in others, it held a multitude of places to walk. Coming to an intersection, he paused before turning right, and headed down to the library.
Evangeline had had little luck looking for her mysterious fae. The fae were relatively ignored as far as immortals went, they kept to themselves and rarely interacted with the other races. For that reason, they were disregarded by the vampiric community, much to Evangeline’s dismay she had met fae years ago, and he had told her some wild tales about the world of the fae. She had laughed it off, but now, with the war coming upon them all, documents were being released that told of ancient vampires, promoting the community and reign of the vampires. She began to recognize bits of the stories he had told in the pamphlets and orations. They were almost exactly the same. Curiosity had drawn her into a search for the ancient vampires, and so she sat in the library, dismayed at the lack of information on the fae. If she could reach that crazed old faerie, she could question him more on the old tales and perhaps find out what had become of the ancients. The High King and Queen were supposedly ancients, as was the Regent, though no one knew if they truly were, and anyone who questioned it were dragged off to the dungeons. The ancients had possessed great powers, magnificent strength, much more than any vampire currently had. The war and all the fighting would be done with if they had that kind of power. All the districts that were only partially conquered would fall to the crown; humanity would be brought down at last. They would be safe. Evangeline put her head in her hands and closed her eyes, ready to give up.
A soft sound drifted through one of the open windows, catching her attention. She rose to investigate, and cautiously went to the window. Tristan stood beneath her, and softly sang out to the night air:
“What I dream I had:
Pressed in organdy;
Clothed in crinoline of smoky Burgundy;
Softer than the rain.
I wandered empty streets
Down past the shop displays.
I heard cathedral bells
Tripping in the alleyways,
As I walked on.
And when you ran to me
Your cheeks flushed with the night.
We walked on frosted fields of juniper and lamplight;
I held your hand.
And when I awoke and felt you warm and near,
I kissed your honey hair with my grateful tears.
Oh I love you, girl.
Oh, I love you.”
He had turned about in the middle of his song and now stood looking up into Evangline’s eyes. She smiled faintly, and then disappeared. Tristan looked about for a moment before he heard the click of the garden entrance door to his left. Evangeline walked out across the damp grass to stand beside him under the stars. They said nothing, no words were necessary, but rather reached out to each other and stood, two immortals silhouetted against the clear night sky.
~*KaS*~