Very amusing how it is, really. No one could have suspected such an out come, not even yours truly. But it did happen; it did come to be. So here I am again, I, the ever so arrogant and illustrious, Vampire Duo. This is my own little tale that I am writing; nothing really amusing. But I tell you it anyways. But forgive me to be so passive; I don't mean to mislead you, no not in any way whatsoever. Let us begin shall we...
Here I am again. In this ever so intriguing little spot. How wonderful. Really it is, if you think about. But try not to ponder too much on this misadventured tale. To keep the long story short, I just ended up back here again. Here back in my mansion in New Orleans once again. As I said before, wonderful.
New England. 1612. I started out just your plain little bastard devil, as you so call it. Until I met my fate given to me by my master, Quatre. I, being the loyal servant of the Winner family, was just the same as all of the other servants. Only, Master Quatre, as I referred to him back then, had a great fondess of me. He always called on me to talk of the smallest things; always trying to judge each others' intellect.One fateless night Master Quatre went out to the rainy streets of Charleston to seek out what he was missing. He met a man by the name of Trowa, a fairly handsome young fellow who seemed so innocent then. He claimed he was travelling through the countryside and had lost his way. As sweet and innocent that my master was, he courteously invited him to stay with his family at the manor as long as he wanted. Like a begger, the mysterious man agreed, as any man would.
When I first layed eyes on him I thought of him as a simple gentleman, traveling with other fellow men at his side. Yet, for some strange reason,something about him made me curious. Something about his eyes made me so untrusting of him. Yes, his mezmerizing eyes. I remember them as if I were staring into them as if it were yesterday. Those green beautiful eyes that peirced into your soul whenever he looked at you. How excited I was then. Different from what I am now.
He stayed with us for a few weeks. How charming he was. He made all the ladies swoon, even m'lady Orial, Master Quatre's eldest sister. The one he charmed most of all was no one other than Master Quatre. Every night he would come to the study where young Quatre often spent to read near the hearth. They would talk about philosophy and culture and how the wars during the time meant to them. Hours on end would they talk. Once I even heard them talk at 9 o'clock at night and I still saw them when I awoke at the break of dawn for my daily morning round. But he would end there. At the break of dawn. He refused to come out of his bed chamber in the daytime. He would be fast asleep by then, nothing and no one can wake him. But he rise again at sunset and continue with his conversations with my master. He would tell of stories when he were young and he would tell stories of his father and his. On and on they would talk, chattering like two birds singing endlessly of their morning song.Until one fateless night when Master Trowa and my master were talking at the garden. I was walking along back to my corridors when I saw them. Trowa placed his hand on my master's cheek and asked him, "Will you come and join with me?"
My master hesitated with the answer and finally spoke, "Is it true? True of what you said? Can I live on forever?""Yes. Yes it's true," he replied. "Answer now and I will give it to you."
"Then my answer is yes." he said calmly.
He leaned closer to my master and pressed his lips on my master's lips. He moved back to look into my master's gleamy blue eyes and leaned in once more. This time kissing his neck. As I saw this connection I could see blood begin to pour from his neck and into the young man's lips. My master began to quiver, but Trowa brushed his hand through his hair to comfort him.
"Only for a little while," he whispered. "It'll go away. Now drink my love." He cut his wrist with his blade and pressed his bleeding wrist on Quatre's lips."Drink."
Quatre began to suck the warm nectar from him. Licking his arm as the blood spilled from his veins. He could feel his blood entering his body. Entering his veins; mixing with his blood. He fell to the ground.I watched astonished and horrified. I tried to move but the sit alone made me weak. I began to step back slowly but cracked a twig.
It drew their attention and gazed up at me.
What am I to do? I thought to myself. Nothing left to do but to run. So I did. I ran as fast as I have ever ran before. I felt a sudden gush of wind trailing behind me. I knew someone was following me. Passed the orchids and through the garden I ran. Nothing to do but run. I ran faster and faster. Each leap increasing my speed. My heart racing in me. I could feel it beating inside, getting louder and louder. Not because I was nearly out of breath but from the fear that washed over me. Even as I increased my speed I can still hear him following me from behind. Chasing me. I passed through the gate. What was I to do? Where was I to go? And then I stopped for I was amazed at what I saw before me. It was him. Young Trowa floating atop. There he was flying. This couldn't be could it? How can he do this? It's impossible. Yet, he did.
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