Hello all my chums and chumettes! 'Tis me, Arcada. Here to spread joy and fun to all the little children around the world. Well, no that would suck. Anywho, I'm sorry for taking so long with this. I had things to attend, and stuff to do. I know it's vague but that's the only way it makes me sound smart. Read and Review please. You will all get... Gummy Worms! Yeah! Who doesn't like Gummy Worms? If you don't you either a) crazy, or b) crazy. Haha-di-haha.
Warning: Okay, this ficlet is more action-y and dark. It pertains to darker, mature themes. Not like that, you pervs! You know who you are and if you don't then, well, it's not fault this time. I swear I didn't do anything! Anyways, there will be blood, gore, swearing, conspiracy, alcohol, death, and all that other good stuff. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Disclaimer: I own Arista Dymitri Belyaev. If you want to borrow her, ask first. Amber Marie Benson belongs to Zadien, as does Morrigan 'Ruin' Mulryan. Ask first or you'll have to deal with her anger. Shahero Kaeto is the property of Coors and Bobby. Takao Aomi owns the concept of the spinning tops, and all such related indicia.
Plot: Brooklyn had orders to convert an enemy to Vampirism. But something went wrong, there was a flaw in the seemingly perfect plan. Who he bit was human, if the council find out they'll kill her. Now he'll do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means death. Just how far will he have to go?
On the other hand, the council is threatened to fall apart when Voltaire kills Dickenson, the leader of all supernatural beings. Now he takes the place as head honcho. Something sinister is going on because Voltaire was somehow connected to the faults in the Perfect plan. If anyone discovers this, he'll personally kill them. Maybe Arista isn't all she seems to be.
Add to that the vampires who rebel against Voltaire. Things take a nasty turn when all hell breaks loose.
A Brief History of the Two Worlds
The Parallel world and the Human world are interconnecting. The Parallel world overlaps on the Human world. Basically there are two Earths except they balance on each other. When night comes the Vampires can go out into the Human world. The Humans can't see them, but the Vampires can see the Humans. This is how they kill and take out their enemies, prey, etc.
Since the Humans can't see the Vampires, they have no method of protection. So instead a veil was cast on their world that separated them from the Parallel world. This veil, unfortunately, has threads that are breaking and are already severely damaged. The Vampires can get through this since it acts like a portal between the two worlds.
The Vampires can come out in daylight but they need something to help them sustain their form (Ex: blood given willingly once a week). The sustained Vampires have been around for a few centuries. They have interacted with other Vampires and possibly Humans. They can control their emotions and blood-cravings, which is always helpful to gain trust.
A Brief History of Vampirism
The idea of drinking blood to be immortal is not a foreign one to the human mind. Drinking the blood of another is sometimes understood as obtaining the "life-blood" of someone else for yourself. The idea of being a vampire is basically obtaining someone else's life inside of you, along with your own.
Vampires are creatures that maintain immortality by sucking blood from humans and animals. They're night creatures, and the sight of sunlight turns them to stone, or sometimes dust. They sleep in coffins, can't stand churches, and scream at the sight of garlic.
Most Vampires can stay in their human form during the day, thus allowing them to come out in the daylight. Some Vampires are immune to churches, garlic, and sunlight. While other Vampires are a cross breed of Human and Vampiric parents, they are also immune. All of the other Vampires can cast a veil to protect them from such incidents. Typically, it is thought that Vampires will die if you drive stake through their heart. This is incorrect and does nothing to stop the Vampires.
They have been around for ages, even though most people don't believe in them, they are real. They make great companions with ghosts, or otherwise prefer to be alone, basking in solitude. If You Touched My Heart Prologue: Awakening
Arista walked down the street, soaking wet as buckets of rain poured around her. She shivered in the chillness of the night, quickened her steps just a little bit. A car whizzed by her on the street, lights flaring, sprinkling drops of water on her.
She turned her head away from the brightness. Lightning flashed, thunder rumbled. She grinned; this was her sort of night. Dark, raining, and a storm. She'd always been interested in storms, but mostly because they were beautiful to watch. The way the thunder roared. The way that lightening followed, flashing and giving the effect that it was on fire. The way that the rain collided head on with the ground, making pitter-patter sounds.
She wiped rainwater from her eyes and scrunched her nose. She felt a sudden chill in the temperature, more than it had been so before. Involuntary shudders ran from the nape of her neck all the way down to her spine. She pulled her hood over her wet hair, pulled her sleeves over her hands, then stuffed them in her pockets. She was taking a walk because lately she had, had trouble sleeping. Often falling asleep in school, and staying up all night. Her eyes had dark bags under them from exhaustion. Her mom didn't know about her late night excursions, Arista didn't want to worry her unnecessarily.
As she walked past an alleyway, someone grabbed at her, pulling her into darkness. She struggled and struck out with her hand. They were balled into fists, white from the strain of pressure.
She could feel a pair of hands pinning her against the wall. A hand closed around her wrists, put them up over her head in a vice like grip. She struggled and hissed as fingernails dug into her skin, drawing blood.
A cloud of darkness settled over and around her. She shivered in the chill of the night, breath coming out in frigid gasps. Frightened, she closed her eyes, willing it all away. Sadly reopening them only to find reality in the wake.
Let me go, she thought to herself. "Let me go!" She screamed.
Wincing she kicked with one foot and balanced herself on the other. She struck out blindly but made no contact with anything solid. She felt sick, her stomach churned uneasily, her gut clenched. The putrid smells in the alley alone, made her want to be sick. All around her was the rancid stink of death, putrefying her nostrils.
What was going on?
She heard a whisper of someone saying something, but she couldn't make out what was being said. All she could feel was the warm, hot breath on her neck. It was scaring her, and she yelped when fangs sunk into her skin.
Blood dripped from her neck, onto her sweatshirt. Her eyes rolled back into her head, her navy amber flecked pupils dilated.
Arista's body went limp for a few seconds before she reopened her eyes and stared into moss green eyes. Narrowed at her. She squirmed under the gaze, immobilized again. The alley wall was supporting her body. A light shone in the distance, illuminating both figures. The darkness crept out being overpowered by the light. Shadows came alive, casting eerie silhouettes.
Was this some kind of a sick joke?
Her vision was hazy, but she could still see the figure in front of her. A mass of ginger red hair surrounded a sinfully angelic face. The same moss green eyes widened just a bit, turning a shade of light cloudy blue. Smooth, creamy skin, deathly pale was soft and moist from the rain. She realised it was a he now. She took in his soft lips, and nose. The angle of his face and the spikes in his hair. Half of it was dulled by water and hung down over his forehead.
She almost drowned in numbness, only to be snapped out by pinpricks of pain in her wrists. Currently, they had become insensitive to feeling, were turning a shade close to violet. It brought her back to reality. Especially when she felt a stinging sensation in the side of her neck. She tried to free her hands and scratch at it, but his voice stopped her.
"Don't." It was whisper soft and smooth.
He let go of her hands; she lowered them to her neck and placed them there. Warmth seeped into her again, blocking out the deadening cold. She could feel her blood pounding inside her. Her heart throbbed in place, beating erratically, but she never looked away from him.
She opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, so instead she ran her tongue around her lips, closed her mouth. She swallowed saliva and reopened her mouth. Her voice came out barely a whimper.
"What did you do?" The Russian in her voice was barely recognizable. But he deemed it Russian nonetheless.
"Sedhro." He whispered something to her in his tongue. She didn't understand but nodded in acknowledgement. He frowned at her.
"Do you know what I said?" His voice cruised over Russia, picking up subtle hints of America.
"No." She replied. But she didn't care; all she knew was that she loved his voice.
He looked over her profile. Small, short and skinny. She stood a good six inches less at least compared to him. Confused navy orbs stared at him; they were partly lidded by her eyelids, and clouded over with amber flecks. He frowned. Wet, silver hair was tipped with gold, and hung into a low ponytail. He could see some black streaks in there as well. He pushed her bangs out of her face, tucking them behind her ear.
No, this was not her at all. This girl was human.
Arista felt the touch of his bloodied hand on her skin and was shocked to find it freezing cold. She gave a shudder, and leaned back further into the alley wall, dreading the possibility that he might kill her.
"Mordré."
Arista nearly sighed at hearing his voice. He put his hands on her shoulders, and lowered one to her hand. He found it covered in blood, finger marks were visible. It was turning a deep rich red colour.
She hissed when he rubbed his fingers softly on her skin. It was paining her to look at him, and all she wanted to do was sleep. Never wake up.
"That means hang on."
She nodded and repeated it. "Mordré."
He pulled her close to him, and jumped straight up onto a rooftop. He stood there with her limp body in his hands. He could just leave her there, no one would be the wiser. But, he decided he'd take her along. Only because he felt drawn to her. Something about her was off, besides the fact that he'd bitten her. Something was oh so very wrong. He was going to find out. And when he did, he would face the consequences of what he'd done.
In the meantime, he jumped onto the second building and held her closer to him., just to make sure she wouldn't slip away and fall. Arista didn't care where he took her, she could hardly keep her eyes open, and besides that, she felt warm and safe - although limp as a rag doll - in his arms.
Underneath them the city lights flashed and burned in her eyes. Every time he took a jump towards the next rooftop she felt a sickening feeling in the pit of her stomach. Hoping she wouldn't fall she clung onto him with the little strength she still had. This was all a dream, when she woke up she would be at home. In her bed, in her warm, safe bed. She'd wake up and go watch cartoons. Then laugh about this later. She would wake up from this nightmare.
Yet, a small tiny voice begged to differ with her. Her brain was muddy, tired. She couldn't shake off the feeling that this was real. That it wasn't a dream, or a nightmare. It was real and there was no way out.
Where were Amber, Shahero, or Ruin when you needed them?
To anyone who didn't know Amber or Kai, it looked like an intimate position. But not when you took a closer look.
"What the fuck do you want now, Witch?"
Kai growled angry at the ochre eyed girl. She claimed she hated him, but would never left him alone. Forever following him and pestering him. He was getting a little annoyed of her habits. The way she sneered at him, the way she rolled her eyes when he said something to her, and especially the way her lush, full lips curved into a frown, or a smirk.
He noticed the way her voice rose or dropped at certain words, the way her eyes glittered whenever she was pulling a prank, the way they dulled when she was bored or tired. He noticed just about everything there was to Amber Marie Benson. He had been for 17 years now, continued to do so even now.
Her eyes sparkled with annoyance, the concept of a challenge exuded from them. He shouldn't have been thinking about her in the first place. But lately, he'd found himself thinking about Amber more often than not.
"I said you're sitting on my book. Now get off it!" She was practically leaning on him, her arm was around his neck and down on his shoulders. Her other hand was reaching, stretching behind him. The smell of her hair was intoxicating his brain, his senses.
"Yeah well, and what if I don't want to?" His eyes hardened when her breath fanned on his face and tickled his earlobes. It was sugar sweet and smelled like cherries.
Amber growled. "Then fuck you!"
"Sure. Name the time and place."
"Seventy million years from now in your dreams."
"I'll sleep soundly tonight."
"Don't be too sure. There are still the bed bugs."
"If you're one of the bugs, I don't think I'd mind."
A third voice interrupted their squabble. "You will, this one is poisonous."
"Not to mention you'd squish me." Amber added to Tala's comment.
Tala stood in the doorway of the living room to his house. Blood red hair spiked to two, on either side of his head. Two bangs framed his face eloquently. His brilliant turquoise eyes were bright and vibrant. His face, pale as death showed off his Russian skin. It was smooth and soft to the very last touch. He angled his face to better view his companions.
Kai was sitting on a sofa, a notebook and pen were in his hands. Homework, Tala deduced. They lived in the Human world so they went to a Human school and did homework. Or chose not to when they didn't feel like it.
Kai's face was pallid in complexion to Amber's exotic bronze. His eyes were a deep mahogany, while hers were a shade of amber.
Amber's face was gypsy like, her lips full, and her nose small, her eyes lit up when they spotted him. She was short and extremely skinny.
Tala grinned when her expression changed. She straightened herself up and stuck her tongue out at him, and pulled her eye down with her finger, scrunching up the other one. She made a whining noise, then continued on to hit Hiwatari on the head.
"Ow, what was that for?"
He leered at her, then reluctantly got up.
She turned to him casually, one eyebrow raised. "Because you wouldn't get up, dumbass." She said it with such confidence that it sounded like she was telling Kai he was stupid, only replacing the words with niceties.
Tala smiled. And to think the two of them were his best friends. He had known both Amber and Kai since he was just a little kid. They had gotten along, but constant bickering and annoyance had led each to degrade and hate the other. It was almost impossible for Amber to control her tongue when Kai was around to get under her skin. Vice versa went for Kai Nicolai Hiwatari.
Scowling, Kai left the room muttering incoherent profanities as he walked. Amber sat down and began writing in her notebook. She looked up when she felt the stare of Tala's turquoise eyes on her.
"What?"
"Nothing." Tala smiled, shook his head and followed after Kai.
Amber returned to writing again in her notebook, shock etched it's way on her face when she realised what she'd written. The first half of the paper was her History essay, the second half was doodles and tic-tac-toe games. On the corner of the paper was her name, inside of a heart along with Kai's. She erased it immediately upon seeing it. What was wrong with her? The blue-haired male was slowly occupying every bit of her brain. Thoughts of him flooded into her head. Shaking it, she frowned. Was this what it felt like to like someone? If so, she didn't want to like Kai. Half the time he was around, she couldn't think straight, so she settled for calling him names and insulting him while he wondered why she hated him so much.
Not realising the worth of her thoughts, Amber stared confused at her notebook. What was supposed to have been her History essay was now turning into a page full of doodles and nonsense. She glowered at the paper, ripped it out then started to re-write her essay. History was her favourite subject and came naturally to her. She just couldn't think straight because Kai was making himself at home in her head, aggravated, Amber searched for her walkman. When she found it she pushed play and slipped on the headphones, listening to her Lost Prophets cd. She sang along, finding it easier to do her work now.
Tala ran into the room, disrupting her work. His face was ghostly pale, his eyes wide, Ruin beside him. Something was up.
Tala opened his mouth, "Something's gone wrong."
Well, that finishes off the Prologue. It's been modified, not so much re-written. I like it better, so tell me what you think. Oh, I will also be posting chapter four of Counterfeit Reality: Schizophrenic soon. I promise. It's been neglected but only because I had writer's block and nothing came out right. I'm more than half-way done. RR plz.
Ja Mata, Arcada