One night 15 years ago...

15 years ago

A young, blonde-haired girl, looking about 7, wearing a black tee-shirt, black cargoes, and a black beanie, skipped down the alleyway signing, “Fre-re Jac-que Fre-re Jac-que Dor-mez-vous- Dor-mez-vous- Son-nez les mon-ti - na - Son-nez les mon-ti - na - Ding, dang, dong Ding, dang, dong,\'”
She stopped as she heard pained screams in the alleyway ahead, \"What was that?\" she mumbled to herself in French. She ran to the alleyway, and hid behind some barrels. She saw a young girl, about her age, in a dark purple Sunday dress. Standing over her was a tall man, about 14 by the looks of it. The blondie girl tried to tell who he was, but he was covered in entirely black clothes, and the dark of the alleyway didn\'t help much.
The little girl squirmed and screamed as the young man took his long sharpened fingernails, and in one quick motion, slit her throat. The little girl began to sweat and cry hysterically.
\'He is evil!\' The blondie thought. She jumped out from behind the barrels. \"Arret!\" The blondie yelled pointing to the man, now licking the blood from the girl\'s sliced throat. He wiped the blood from his mouth with his black sleeve, looked up, and grunted with delight.
\'It is time to fight\' She thought. She quickly crouched ready to grab her dagger, hidden in her cargoes.
“I do not have time to fight, besides it would look to suspicious to see two dead bodies, in the same alleyway, especially if one survived, like the blondie girl, she is stronger than most,” His eyes narrowed at her. “This is most defiantly not the right time or place.”
Before the blondie could do anything the young girl behind the man held out her left hand and yelled, \"Black, Breeze!\" A soft charcoal wind blew by, and encircled the blondie and the vampire. When the charcoal wind cleared, the man had left.
\"Vampyres…\" The blondie mumbled. She looked over to the girl still terrified from the attack, and glared. She then spoke rather harshly in French; \"YOU LET HIM GO! WHY?!\" The young girl made a surprised-like sound, and curled up into a fetal position. The blondie hid the dagger in her cargoes. \'She probably doesn\'t know French, and thought I was a filthy vampyre too,...’ The blondie crouched down, and put a hand on the young girls shoulder. \"It\'z okay… he iz gone…\" she comforted in disconnected English.
The young girl looked up from beneath her arm. \"Huh? T-t-thank you,...\" the young girl slowly sat up. “Merci encore,” the girl said getting up and brushing herself off.
“Parlezvou Fracias?” The girl said stunned since she looked English.
“Oui,” She nodded rocking back and forth on her feet.
“Where are you from?” The girl asked in French.
“Neptune,” she said rubbing her neck. The girl gave her a weird look, “Oh…” She said looking down, she looked up and smiled, “I’m from France!”
“Thank you again for saving me, by the way, I’m Moria.”
“I’m Merï Gervaise but you can call me Billê,” They shook hands. “Enchante!” they chimed.


Present

“No! I’m late again!” Billê rubbed her eyes and tripped over her bed. She planted her hands on the ground and tucked her legs under her bottom. She was in a giant T-shirt and panties, her usual sleepwear. She got up and pulled off her clothes, she started the shower. Billê thought of what she had to do for the rest of the day today: kick vampire butt. Sounded about right, she forgot something… but what?


Moria packed up all of the clothes she could find plus belongings. My lifelong duty of killing vampires is about to begin, she thought, and I get a partner too! That was why she was packing she was moving in with her partner Merï Gervaise, which sounded oh so familiar to her.


Billê looked at the clock as she got out of the shower, il et sinque heure moins trente, 4:30, the hot water made her remember she had to stick around until five. It still bugged the hell out of her, why? She would find out soon enough. She had slept only 5 today hours because of a late mission, day vampires, how they suck. This was Billê’s schedule: 6:00am - 2:00pm school, 2:23pm - 7:??pm sleep, 8:00pm- 12:00am work.
Billê began her homework, though it pained her so. It was an eight-page essay in history on your choice of woman. She had chosen Susan B. Anthony, like many other students, she didn’t LACK creativity, she just didn’t want to spend more time on a lesser-known person, it was only the beginning of the year after all. That was how she stayed back before, her senior year of college, she also slacked off, she thought her creativity would make up for it.
Susan B. Anthony she titled it, there, that wasn’t so hard, she thought to herself.


“Taxiauto!” Moria yelled waving her hand. She finally got one to stop. Moria hoisted her bags into the trunk and handed the driver the address she had written on a slip of paper. Moria was thinking to herself. A new life! Ever since I was seven I waited to return to Earth, but it was too dangerous. Now I am here to avenge my lost life here by killing vampires. The car stopped. “Merci!” Moria chimed. She paid the driver and got out.
Moria walked up two flights of stairs and stopped in front of apartment cent-twa. “103, this is it!” She said.

Billê heard a knock at the door. “Is that room service? I’m starved!” She got up and walked to the door. “Tray soirée,” Billê chimed cheerfully opening the door. “You aren’t room service!” Billê yelled in French.
“No, I’m… I mean… J’aime a pel Moria,”
“I speak the English, Who are you?”
“Moria, your new partner.”
“Vhat! Thiz iz an outrage! I verk alone!”
“Um… I’m sorry, I was just hoping to fill my dream…”
“I did not ask to spill your life story! Wait… dream?”
“Yes, when I was 6 A vampire ruined my life! I let him escape, but I’m sure the girl who saved me would have killed him. When I got home I had to go back to my home planet… I mean country!”
“Planet? Vhat are you talking about. I started fighting evil at age 5! I only let one vampire go… but I saved a girl.”
“That was you? Oh!” Moria ran over and hugged Billê.
“Okay, Now get off! There iz business to attend too!”
“What?” Billê smiled. “Um… Yes! You must write an essay on Suzan B. Anthony! 8 pages, French.” Billê said sinisterly.
“Ooh... Toughie, the entering exams weren’t this hard, I best get started right away!”
“Yes… you do that,” Moria walked away and Billê grinned evilly, “While you occupy yourself I shall take a snooze.” Billê stretched her arms and lye on a couch. It was an old stained couch with a tie-dyed sheet draped over it. “Ahhh… Thiz iz the life.” Billê said placing her arms behind her head.
Suddenly, a loud buzz shook Billê’s Capri cargo pants. “Kes qu say!” She yelled. “Errr… verk.” Billê fished her messenger out of her pocket. “Moria! You have your first assignment!”
“But the paper!” Moria’s voice echoed from another room. Ugh… gullible girl. “Forget it! Evil is afoot!”
Moria raced to the living room and went over to Billê. “Where do we go?”
“Verde Ave. the alleyway there, someone was bitten by a vampire.”
“Verde St. but, isn’t that the alleyway where I was attacked?” Billê raised a brow. “Vhat is it with you and your memory! How can you remember that far back!?”
“Neptians are like elephants! The never forget!”
“Neptune? Wait! I think I remember you now. Yes! That strange girl… Now let’s move!”
Moria and Billê ran out of the apartment, Moria broke off and pressed an elevator’s down button. “There’s no time! Ve must hurry! The stairs.” Moria and Billê rushed down the stairs. “This work is hard!” Moria said gasping. This girl is tough! I just looked at her hours of work and school; there’s only 6 hours of sleep. Humans need 8 to 9 hours at least! Of course I don’t sleep… my body only needs nourishment. “Moria!” Moria jerked her head from her thoughts. “You’re falling behind! Get a move on!”
“Coming!” She yelled back and started running again.


~the next chapter will focus more on Moria and introduce the two other character, chapter three is where the sex starts~