Malicious Valediction
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
1,799
Reviews:
8
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.
Malicious Valediction
Authors Note:
Okay, this is my first ever original story so please be kind and give me a break. Over time I hope my writing gets better. Also please forgive my grammar mistakes due to English not being my first language (and I kind of tend to go crazy with commas).
Once you finish reading do me a favor and review they really help out, even if its just five words. If you leave a signed review I’ll go check out your stories too ;) So throw a dog a bone k’?
Summary: A young maid is lured into dancing with a devilishly handsome man - little did she know that would be the end of her. Well, at least that’s what he was hoping to accomplish. Only things didn’t turn out to be the way he expected. Instead of becoming another drained corpse she became only another thing he would never be able to have. This is the story of two improbable lovers: a young human girl and a callous vampire.
This is by no means historically correct….. so shut up and enjoy the story!
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-Meet Nicholi le Doux-
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She sat beside me laughing lightly as she tipped the champagne glass up to her gaudy colored lips. Everything about her was cheap and showy. We sat in a dark corner in a dusty old bar called Taverne Poussiereuse, ordering drink after drink. Unlike me this whore could consume alcohol and she seemed much obliged to continue doing so. She swung an arm over my shoulder, moving closer to me. As she pressed herself up against me I couldn’t help but sigh in want. I could feel the blood pumping through her small body that somehow seemed to cruelly mock my raging thirst.
The alcohol dulled at her senses, leaving her mind a state of disorder. She ran her fingers through my hair and looked up at me with large cerulean eyes, “My dear sir-“, there was an uneven pause in which she fell sideways, then regained herself, “I am to one of your skainsmates tonight-am I not?”
“Sweetest lady do not coil for tonight is not nearly over” I said as I got out of the booth to help her out. She stood up and I bent down sweeping her off her feet, “By the end of tonight I will have tasted thy’s insides-and left ye dead weary!”
“You rouge!” she slurred slapping my cheek playfully. Together we left the pub, into the lively street filled with street performers, vendors and people dressed in their best evening attire who were seeking out the entertainment the night had to offer. We walked into the crowd towards a hotel sitting forlorn on the street corner.
Once in the lodge room I would drink every drop of blood in this whore’s body. It was highly doubtful that she would even put up a struggle as I drank from her, for she was so intoxicated! Even in the beginning I never had felt too guilty about taking these strangers lives. The reason I probably never felt guilty was probably because in my eyes these people had it coming. Even if they didn’t it was survival of the fittest after all. And not just that- I got such bliss from their screams and moans of fury. It’s the same kind of joy a hunter gets as he shoots down a great deer. He knows that with that 1 deer his belly will be full for many days to come. But maybe if that hunter had two deer- he would be twice as fulfilled.
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-Meet Catalonia de Rio-
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My mistress stood before me, leaning against the doorframe holding her child against her chest. The young boy now suffered from a chest cold. It had gotten cold very quick, and when the boy had gone out to play the other day he wore nothing but a thin shirt and his tattered outdoor trousers.
“Catalonia go to the apothecary, I need you to pick up a remedy for Jonathan,” she said a bit too harshly.
She tossed her head back motioning to a pouch of coins that sat on a stool behind her, “There’s the money now make haste, I don’t pay you to sit around all day!”
I could feel my jaw tighten as she spoke to me with utter disrespect.
To her I was dirt. I was the sirrah (maid).
If it weren’t for my mother being too old and frail to work, my brother earning nearly nonexistent wages at as a smith’s assistant I wouldn’t have to work in this hellhole. Maybe I’m being selfish-no, I know I’m being selfish. But oh, who would want to spend the rest of their years as a maid? I feel like a caged bird who has spread its wings, only to find it has no room to fly. I feel most cursed.
All I want is to be a lady. I want to dress in silk, ruffles and corsets. I want to wear bonnets made of the finest material and elegant basket hats. I want to sleep in a large bed made of down, in a mansion while servants wait upon me.
My mother tells me to be grateful for all that God has given me- to be happy that I am not plagued with leprosy. It is not leprosy that plagues me but rather another type of disease.
Poverty.
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-A Dance?-
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Night was spilled onto the city, releasing the insanity that had been locked away as the daylight burned the city. The shops in the Square had long since closed, the vendors had shut their booths retiring home and the only stops open where the ones the gypsies owned where they would spook you as they told you what tragedies would befall you. The streetlamps where lit and the nights festivities where in full swing. Beating of drums bounced off the buildings as many wild people danced in the streets. The men where dressed in colorful garments so bright it lit the streets to an almost blinding state. And as the women danced their layered dresses twirled around them in the most exaggerated way leaving Catalonia in a trace.
She hadn’t been able to receive the medication from the apothecary because the shop had closed early. So instead she killed time knowing that as soon as she went back to her mistresses’ home her head would immediately be bitten off. Minutes passed and all she did was lean against a building wall and watch them dance so gleefully. While she watched unintended resentment coursed through her. Why? Why wasn’t she free like them? Why couldn’t she have their luxurious gowns and dance around with their handsome lovers?
As she thought this an immediate chill was sent down her spine, like a sudden gust of wind had wisped behind her. The sky took a deep breath and exhaled, causing the candles to waver-the street went dark for what seemed like hours to her. Perhaps it was because she stood in a secluded corner and the darkness only added to a feeling of foreboding.
It was most unexpected.
Then as quickly as the lights where gone, they came back-and the illumination brought along a startling visitor.
In the midst of the street a phantom-like man stood as she saw him the girl could only cower back against the brick wall in panic. He hadn’t been there before, and most certainly hadn’t been dancing in the mass of people. He was a ghost.
Well, that was her first assumption, but then she saw his face. There was no way a ghost could look so beautiful. But still too beautiful to be human.
The thick locks of gold hanging down his shoulders where what had caught her attention first, it was like a halo of virtue above him. His skin merely added to his almost pure appearance. The milky, china-doll color just made him look so soft. She wanted to reach forward to stroke his cheek just to see if his skin was as soft as it appeared. But it looked so delicate she feared it might crack and crumble much like shards of broken glass. It was his eyes that challenged the other features, winning them over and altering them to something much more seducing.
He flashed her a grin, voice oozing with a luring tenor “Good evening, having a good time taking in the music? Its so uplifting isn’t it?”
Cataloná barely made out what he had said, the beating of the drums and whining of the other instruments was so loud. The way she did make it out was because she had been staring at his bow shaped pastel lips.
What would it feel like to be kis-
NO! She wouldn’t think of that.
“Uhm- I do quite like it”, she murmured shifting her eyes back to the dancers.
She kept the talk small and wanted to get away. Even though the man’s appearance was so alluring, his aura pierced a hole through her. It felt to her like the longer he stood by her the more of the life and sentiment he would suck out of her.
“To be honest I really detest it right now”
“Why? It’s so nice”, she said turning back to look at him. ‘Get away! Get away!’ her mind screamed at her. But she couldn’t move. He was raping her of her thoughts, she could feel it.
“I don’t have any lovely dame to dance with. It just makes me feel so lonely”, he looked down at her awaiting some expression to stretch across her face. Nothing.
The alluring creature stretched out a hand, “Now, how about a dance with a handsome lover?”
A light smile stretched at her lips, partly in disbelief. How did he know? She knew she should’ve run away. “N-no I don’t th-”
There wasn’t a second’s hesitation before he grabbed her hand and pulled her away into the crowd. She felt dazed and the colors swirled about her, pulling her into something illusory. Only she didn’t remember dancing- in fact that night she didn’t dance at all. A jab at her neck stopped everything. Cataloná fell forward into the demons arms not thinking-not feeling. When all awareness left her the wicked man swung her limp body across his shoulders, carrying her off into what would most certainly be her end.
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TBC...
Okay, this is my first ever original story so please be kind and give me a break. Over time I hope my writing gets better. Also please forgive my grammar mistakes due to English not being my first language (and I kind of tend to go crazy with commas).
Once you finish reading do me a favor and review they really help out, even if its just five words. If you leave a signed review I’ll go check out your stories too ;) So throw a dog a bone k’?
Summary: A young maid is lured into dancing with a devilishly handsome man - little did she know that would be the end of her. Well, at least that’s what he was hoping to accomplish. Only things didn’t turn out to be the way he expected. Instead of becoming another drained corpse she became only another thing he would never be able to have. This is the story of two improbable lovers: a young human girl and a callous vampire.
This is by no means historically correct….. so shut up and enjoy the story!
________________________________________
-Meet Nicholi le Doux-
-
-
She sat beside me laughing lightly as she tipped the champagne glass up to her gaudy colored lips. Everything about her was cheap and showy. We sat in a dark corner in a dusty old bar called Taverne Poussiereuse, ordering drink after drink. Unlike me this whore could consume alcohol and she seemed much obliged to continue doing so. She swung an arm over my shoulder, moving closer to me. As she pressed herself up against me I couldn’t help but sigh in want. I could feel the blood pumping through her small body that somehow seemed to cruelly mock my raging thirst.
The alcohol dulled at her senses, leaving her mind a state of disorder. She ran her fingers through my hair and looked up at me with large cerulean eyes, “My dear sir-“, there was an uneven pause in which she fell sideways, then regained herself, “I am to one of your skainsmates tonight-am I not?”
“Sweetest lady do not coil for tonight is not nearly over” I said as I got out of the booth to help her out. She stood up and I bent down sweeping her off her feet, “By the end of tonight I will have tasted thy’s insides-and left ye dead weary!”
“You rouge!” she slurred slapping my cheek playfully. Together we left the pub, into the lively street filled with street performers, vendors and people dressed in their best evening attire who were seeking out the entertainment the night had to offer. We walked into the crowd towards a hotel sitting forlorn on the street corner.
Once in the lodge room I would drink every drop of blood in this whore’s body. It was highly doubtful that she would even put up a struggle as I drank from her, for she was so intoxicated! Even in the beginning I never had felt too guilty about taking these strangers lives. The reason I probably never felt guilty was probably because in my eyes these people had it coming. Even if they didn’t it was survival of the fittest after all. And not just that- I got such bliss from their screams and moans of fury. It’s the same kind of joy a hunter gets as he shoots down a great deer. He knows that with that 1 deer his belly will be full for many days to come. But maybe if that hunter had two deer- he would be twice as fulfilled.
________________________________________
-Meet Catalonia de Rio-
-
-
My mistress stood before me, leaning against the doorframe holding her child against her chest. The young boy now suffered from a chest cold. It had gotten cold very quick, and when the boy had gone out to play the other day he wore nothing but a thin shirt and his tattered outdoor trousers.
“Catalonia go to the apothecary, I need you to pick up a remedy for Jonathan,” she said a bit too harshly.
She tossed her head back motioning to a pouch of coins that sat on a stool behind her, “There’s the money now make haste, I don’t pay you to sit around all day!”
I could feel my jaw tighten as she spoke to me with utter disrespect.
To her I was dirt. I was the sirrah (maid).
If it weren’t for my mother being too old and frail to work, my brother earning nearly nonexistent wages at as a smith’s assistant I wouldn’t have to work in this hellhole. Maybe I’m being selfish-no, I know I’m being selfish. But oh, who would want to spend the rest of their years as a maid? I feel like a caged bird who has spread its wings, only to find it has no room to fly. I feel most cursed.
All I want is to be a lady. I want to dress in silk, ruffles and corsets. I want to wear bonnets made of the finest material and elegant basket hats. I want to sleep in a large bed made of down, in a mansion while servants wait upon me.
My mother tells me to be grateful for all that God has given me- to be happy that I am not plagued with leprosy. It is not leprosy that plagues me but rather another type of disease.
Poverty.
________________________________________
-A Dance?-
-
-
Night was spilled onto the city, releasing the insanity that had been locked away as the daylight burned the city. The shops in the Square had long since closed, the vendors had shut their booths retiring home and the only stops open where the ones the gypsies owned where they would spook you as they told you what tragedies would befall you. The streetlamps where lit and the nights festivities where in full swing. Beating of drums bounced off the buildings as many wild people danced in the streets. The men where dressed in colorful garments so bright it lit the streets to an almost blinding state. And as the women danced their layered dresses twirled around them in the most exaggerated way leaving Catalonia in a trace.
She hadn’t been able to receive the medication from the apothecary because the shop had closed early. So instead she killed time knowing that as soon as she went back to her mistresses’ home her head would immediately be bitten off. Minutes passed and all she did was lean against a building wall and watch them dance so gleefully. While she watched unintended resentment coursed through her. Why? Why wasn’t she free like them? Why couldn’t she have their luxurious gowns and dance around with their handsome lovers?
As she thought this an immediate chill was sent down her spine, like a sudden gust of wind had wisped behind her. The sky took a deep breath and exhaled, causing the candles to waver-the street went dark for what seemed like hours to her. Perhaps it was because she stood in a secluded corner and the darkness only added to a feeling of foreboding.
It was most unexpected.
Then as quickly as the lights where gone, they came back-and the illumination brought along a startling visitor.
In the midst of the street a phantom-like man stood as she saw him the girl could only cower back against the brick wall in panic. He hadn’t been there before, and most certainly hadn’t been dancing in the mass of people. He was a ghost.
Well, that was her first assumption, but then she saw his face. There was no way a ghost could look so beautiful. But still too beautiful to be human.
The thick locks of gold hanging down his shoulders where what had caught her attention first, it was like a halo of virtue above him. His skin merely added to his almost pure appearance. The milky, china-doll color just made him look so soft. She wanted to reach forward to stroke his cheek just to see if his skin was as soft as it appeared. But it looked so delicate she feared it might crack and crumble much like shards of broken glass. It was his eyes that challenged the other features, winning them over and altering them to something much more seducing.
He flashed her a grin, voice oozing with a luring tenor “Good evening, having a good time taking in the music? Its so uplifting isn’t it?”
Cataloná barely made out what he had said, the beating of the drums and whining of the other instruments was so loud. The way she did make it out was because she had been staring at his bow shaped pastel lips.
What would it feel like to be kis-
NO! She wouldn’t think of that.
“Uhm- I do quite like it”, she murmured shifting her eyes back to the dancers.
She kept the talk small and wanted to get away. Even though the man’s appearance was so alluring, his aura pierced a hole through her. It felt to her like the longer he stood by her the more of the life and sentiment he would suck out of her.
“To be honest I really detest it right now”
“Why? It’s so nice”, she said turning back to look at him. ‘Get away! Get away!’ her mind screamed at her. But she couldn’t move. He was raping her of her thoughts, she could feel it.
“I don’t have any lovely dame to dance with. It just makes me feel so lonely”, he looked down at her awaiting some expression to stretch across her face. Nothing.
The alluring creature stretched out a hand, “Now, how about a dance with a handsome lover?”
A light smile stretched at her lips, partly in disbelief. How did he know? She knew she should’ve run away. “N-no I don’t th-”
There wasn’t a second’s hesitation before he grabbed her hand and pulled her away into the crowd. She felt dazed and the colors swirled about her, pulling her into something illusory. Only she didn’t remember dancing- in fact that night she didn’t dance at all. A jab at her neck stopped everything. Cataloná fell forward into the demons arms not thinking-not feeling. When all awareness left her the wicked man swung her limp body across his shoulders, carrying her off into what would most certainly be her end.
-
-
TBC...