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Chapter 1
Dimitri was aroused from his slumber groggily, stretching his arms far in front of him in an almost feline manner. “What time is it...?” he muttered to himself, staring bleary-eyed at the little digital clock that sat on a quaint wooden table next to his simple cotton clothed bed. “Gyuh…eleven…why did I have to drink so much...?” he complained, holding his head in displeasure. He only vaguely remembered flashes of the previous night; he’d had a good time, while it lasted. He smirked to himself, putting his pain aside briefly. She’d been a feisty one, that girl. He swung his slender, muscled legs over the side of the side of the bed and rose to his feet slowly, and shakily began to shuffle towards a chair in the corner of the room where his clothing rested. “Dammit!” he cried, tripping over a pale woman’s body. She was young, with long, dark hair that only accentuated her sleek curves. As she was barely alive now, she made no response to Dimitri’s remark. “Gotta take care of that later…” he muttered, nudging her limp, flawless body as to roll her belly-down on the floor. Dimitri’s own flesh glowed from the previous night’s exploits, even though he possessed a head-splitting hangover. He snatched up his clothing and dragged himself to the bathroom, which seemed to have been left undisturbed from the previous night; it was clean and shining, smelling strongly of antibacterial products; He dropped his clothing onto the floor and grabbed a bar of soap from the sink and turned on the shower. When he stepped into the freezing water, immediately his senses heightened and his goose bumps arose. He shivered slightly and began to wash himself. He paused to shave his arms, legs, and chest before washing out the conditioner; he preferred to be smooth to the touch, rather than being the hairy beast that most men liked to be. After turning off the water and stepping out, his skin glistening with moisture. He nabbed a towel and dried off briskly, then wrapped the towel around his waist. Then he plugged up the sink, and proceeded to wash the clothing he had left on the floor. Afterwards, he emptied the drain, wrung the clothes, and then lifted each article individually to dry them with a blow dryer that hung upon the wall. Finally, he dressed himself, brushed his teeth, and stepped out of the bathroom. The whiteness of the hotel room bothered him; it felt too…innocent. Pure. In reality, nothing was entirely pure. It bothered him that humans still liked to pretend… He treaded to the woman’s body and lifted her with ease onto the bed, and he dressed her, as if she were some giant doll or something of the sort. Lifting her once more, he placed one arm under her legs, the other holding her back. He next snatched up his wallet and stuck it in his back pocket, then shifted once more to open the door. Traveling to the front desk, he swiped his credit card. “She’s still worn out from last night.” he explained to the receptionist as he returned his key, smiling. They returned his smile and nodded in understanding, and he exited. He could never stay at the same hotel for long; you could only carry down so many people without appearing suspicious. He strolled over to the car, and opened the passenger’s door, positioning the woman in a way that she would look like she was simply sleeping. He then slipped into the driver’s seat and pulled out, heading towards the city limits. He flipped on the shades he had placed on his dashboard. The world tinted purple was a beautiful thing to him. Why hadn’t they thought to make these sooner? Once out of Bielefeld he sped up a bit, the broad trees of the Teutoburger Wald springing up on either side of the road. Their elegant branches stretched out over the road, as if beckoning him to wander through them and into the darkness that lied amongst them. He hadn’t existed yet at the time of the battle that was fought here, but he had heard about it…he feared little, but this was one of the few places he did not enjoy being alone in. He felt as if he would be swallowed up if he wandered too far within. He turned on a CD he had of Rammstein, and bobbed his head to the industrial music steadily as he drove on. Soon, he turned down a dirt road lined thickly by trees, and after threading through for a bit, he approached a large wooden cabin, constructed obviously of the trees it had replaced in the area. He parked, and flung the girl over his shoulder, carrying her to the cabin. He walked up to the door and rapped upon it, and a man with porcelain flesh and gentle features answered. His long, raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail with an elegant, scarlet silk ribbon. His dark eyes brightened when he saw Dimitri, and he smiled. “Dimitri, my good friend, come in, come in!” he said in a thick French accent. “I see you’ve brought me another snack…” he added, eyeing the girl. Dimitri smiled. “Anything for my Pierrot .” he said merrily, kissing the man’s cheek lightly. “Now, now, I don’t plan on being one of your victims, Dimitri…” said Pierrot with a chuckle, wagging his finger playfully. “Can vampires even be affected by incubi?” questioned Dimitri, raising an eyebrow. “I’m not sure, but I’m not taking any chances.” responded Pierrot, laughing aloud. “Well, if you ever feel like testing that theory, just ask.” said Dimitri with a smirk. Pierrot chuckled and shook his head. “And they thought incubi would melt if they slept with a man…” “They were just homophobic, I suppose.” said Dimitri with a shrug in response to Pierrot’s remark. “True…even though many of them practiced sex with other men, themselves.” retorted Pierrot. “So contradictory, humans…” “You’re tellin’ me…” said Dimitri, scowling. “Now, as for the girl…” said Pierrot, eager to change the subject. “…just toss her onto the couch. She’ll be worn out for a while longer, yes?” Dimitri nodded, then obliged to Pierrot’s request. Pierrot had already headed off down the hall, and Dimitri followed after him. The familiar scent of burning incense filled his nostrils welcomingly, and he smiled, allowing the tips of his fingers to brush the deep violet walls. He soon turned into the study, where the musky scent of old books and cinnamon greeted him. He took a seat in a cushy chair fashioned of mahogany wood and ruby velvet. “You ever think of modernizing this place?” asked Dimitri, grinning, face lit dimly by an oil lamp that sat on a nearby desk. “Some of this stuff looks as old as you.” “Never.” Pierrot huffed. “This is in style with some people.” He added defensively. “Maybe with the creepy ones…” responded Dimitri, looking quite out of place with his short, spiked bleached-blonde hair, wifebeater, and charcoal pinstriped pants. “Well, of all the humans, those tend to be my favorites…they practically beg to be bitten.” said Pierrot with a chuckle. “They run around pretending to be vampires, but in the end, all they are is an easy meal.” He added with a smirk, exposing his sharp canines. “At least some of them don’t look half bad.” said Dimitri, grinning. “Then again, unlike me, you were once one of them. You’d think you would understand them better than I.” “Non, even as a human, I viewed mankind as garbage. When I was bitten, I was so pleased that I would never be one of them again.” said Pierrot, clasping his hands together in fond memory. Dimitri chuckled. “Do you even know where he is anymore?” he asked. “I heard he was around here somewhere…that’s why I moved here. But, alas, he is nowhere to be found…” said Pierrot, appearing crestfallen. “Poor dear…” said Dimitri with a hint of sarcasm, resting a hand on Pierrot’s shoulder. “Eh…I think I’ll have that girl now…” said Pierrot, standing up slowly and walking back to the entry room. Dimitri shook his head and chuckled. Pierrot hadn’t seen the man who had bitten him in centuries, yet he was still infatuated with him. He clucked his tongue, and then followed after Pierrot. He took a seat on one of the two lavish couches, and leaned back comfortably. Pierrot looked up from the girl and licked his lips, then let her limp body fall to the floor, lifeless. “Was she sweet enough for you?” asked Dimitri. “I suppose…” responded Pierrot, sighing. “Come on, cheer up, Mr. Grumpy.” said Dimitri in a childish voice, shifting seats to put his arm around Pierrot’s neck. “Bah…who can stay sorrowful when they have company like you?” said Pierrot, allowing a small smile to appear on his lips. Suddenly, a high-pitched voice called from outside. “I’ve fooound yooou, Onee-saaan! ”
(pardon the format...when I copy and paste, it doesn't come out correctly, and the "tab" doesn't work on here... u.u;;; )
Kozi the Marionette · Sun Oct 15, 2006 @ 11:50pm · 0 Comments |
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