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Post by belle on Aug 16, 2005 8:56:16 GMT -5
Julianne had just settled down after a long day and a trying night. She could not jog her mind of her son it seemed. With the recent attacks, the last in which had just occurred, where she had lost two agents, one to a crushed trachea and one to insanity by grief, she thought about him more often then ever. Back when the attacks were more prominent, more violent, vampires turned everyone that couldn’t escaped. They sucked children dry, turning them into copies of themselves, adding to their deadly Bloodlines. Now, attacks were just death, the vampires had the numbers they needed, and now were out to make powerful statements. Julianne turned the Garden Restaurant attack over in her mind as she lay in her bed, eyes adjusted to the darkness. It was a statement. Vampires knew how many important officials and even agents dined at the Garden Restaurant; it was certainly a hot spot. If they wanted to impact the human race, they would do better to start polishing off agents, and Ethan had told her over the phone that Ewan and Dayna were not the prime targets of this ambush. Vampires wouldn’t begin striking at the politicians, the celebrities if they wanted to cripple us. But wait…? She sat bolt upright in her bed, the sheets twisted around her legs, and sweat drenching her face and neck. They weren’t trying to cripple humanity; they were trying to get the word out. They were trying to cause a panic, make the existence of vampires a reality for everyone. This was exactly why the Agency existed, to protect the secrecy of this Invisible War… Getting out of bed and tightening the drawstrings on her pajama bottoms, Julianne walked to her tiny kitchen to make some more tea. She had to think… she couldn’t believe how shortsighted the Agency had been. She needed to find a way to contain this infection that vampires were going to spread. She was sure they would strike again soon. They always had a blitzkrieg style of attack. She put the tea kettle on and lit the burner. Of course, it would start with simple murder; they would choose their victims wisely and strategically. This was no random raid. They would injure some and murder some… and then rely on the injured to spread their chilling tale. She could imagine magazine articles interview supermodels with bruised necks; “How I Survived the Vampire Attack” Panic would ensue… the Agency would fall under fire. She opened her cabinet and withdrew two more tea bags from the faded box on the middle shelf. How long would it be before murders changed into sheer vampirism? If they managed to infiltrate securities to the city’s leaders, and even further, governors and presidents, what’s to stop them from turning them into vampires? That would create mass panic and hysteria everywhere. Their plans all made sense now… The whistle of the tea kettle shook her from her reverie and she walked over to the stove, turned it off and poured hot water into her favorite mug, which she found still in the sink. The question was now… how much time did they have left? Could the Agency even cover a plan of this magnitude? It all made sense why the attacks had diminished for a while. Strategic planning, who was going to be murdered, who was going to be changed, when, where, how… they needed time. Now they were finished and their operations had begun. Dunking her two tea bags into the hot water she stirred them around, sitting at her kitchen table, lost in thought. She was in deep and there was little she could do to contain it at this point. Never had she felt so helpless. She ran her fingers along her scalp and fought back tears. ‘I did everything! Why? I did everything I could, and it wasn’t good enough… again.’ There was a small tapping on her window. Julianne looked up sharply and walked with her tea quietly across the carpeted living room, a sense of foreboding growing in her chest. The tapping became louder, almost like a knocking. Julianne peered through the window. The moon was out and cast silver shadows over the clouds that surrounded it. Though she knew it was unwise, she honestly didn’t care what happened to her tonight. She undid the latch and opened the window. A cool blast of night air hit her in the face and she breathed it in. It was stifling in her apartment. She looked down and saw nothing but brick wall for three stories. She was sure she heard a tapping on the window. Pulling back she decided against closing it. The cool air was nice. Walking over to her small kitchen she shut off the light above the stove, and sent the apartment into the same semi darkness as her bedroom. She turned to walk back into her living room and sit on the small couch, perhaps to ponder just how badly the war between humans and vampires had become, but, there was already someone sitting there…
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 16, 2005 10:03:40 GMT -5
the Suspence!
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Post by belle on Aug 16, 2005 12:38:15 GMT -5
There she was. He had finally crossed the invisible border that he believed he could never cross. His mother stared at him, her eyes wide and hands trembling. He looked at her, unable to move, frozen in the semidarkness, the cool glow of the moon like a bath in square from the window. Her tea was dripping out of her mug and hitting the linoleum with a soft patter. She hardly noticed that it was running along her hands and dripping onto her bare feet. Guillaume stood and walked around the coffee table slowly toward his mother. She looked at him, and did not back away as he advanced. He wondered vaguely if she recognized him, not as a vampire, but as her son. Time seemed to stop and they stared into one another’s eyes. He halted a few feet away for her and was surprised to see that he was almost as tall as her. Tears were streaming down her face and she put the mug down on the table, spilling tea in a toffee colored puddle on the finished wood. “Gui… Guillaume?” she asked in a shaking whisper. Guillaume nodded fervently, a tear falling down his face. It had been so long. He reached out a hand to take hers, the longing welling in the pit of his stomach but before he could get close, his mother leapt forward and threw her arms around him, holding him close to her in a tight embrace. He could not remember ever being held like this. A weight seemed to be lifted off his shoulders and he felt light and airy. A sudden sputtering from over near the window interrupted them both. Julianne flinched and looked over to Justin, lying on the floor, convulsing in pain. His mother looked at him, a pitying expression on her face. Guillaume didn’t want his mother to let go, but turned to Justin and walked over, kneeling by him. “He sustained injuries from one of your agents, Cillian.” He looked at her. She looked as if she was let down somewhat, but knelt over Justin as well. “He has fed enough; he should be healing himself by now. He is already full of human blood.” He saw his mother’s inaudible sigh of relief. “I don’t understand why he’s not healing.” His mother bent closely to Justin, whose black blood was caking around him. She bent forward and listened to his gasping breaths, and studied his clouded green eyes, glow barely distinguishable. She ran her slim hands down his stomach over his shirt, and then down the sides of his slender frame. She paused near his kidneys. “I knew it.” She muttered and pulled his black shirt up. Justin writhed and clawed at the air slightly. Guillaume felt his mouth drop open. Justin’s entire stomach was black and it looked as if it spreading steadily to his chest. He continued his tormented sputtering. “Guillaume, help me turn him on his side.” Guillaume wrapped his arms around Justin’s chest and his mother followed suit around his waist, the basic log roll. As Justin’s exposed flesh came into view, Guillaume saw a small glint around his left kidney. It was unmistakably the blade, or part of the blade of Cillian’s knife. Guillaume’s eyes reflected the flashing silver of the blade. “Silver…” he whispered, understanding. Since the silver was still in contact with his system, he was unable to heal himself and continued to suffer continually with his wounds from Cillian. The hole on the side of his body was indication as much. His mother went to the kitchen and wet a rag, wiping up the black blood seeping from around the gaping black hole; she pulled out the piece of silver lodged in his side, much like the mouse pulling out the thorn from the lion. Justin screamed an unearthly scream and then crumpled on the floor. He was not whimpering or crying, but seemed to be sleeping soundly. Before Guillaume’s eyes, the small cuts all over Justin were beginning to heal slowly. Julianne returned with a blanket and placed it gently over Justin. She sat back and sighed. “He’ll be alright. How long has he been, a…” “Vampire..?” Guillaume finished for her, “Two days.” “I see, well, give him an hour he’ll be walking I am sure.” She looked intently at him. “I missed you Mom.” Guillaume said lamely. “And I’ve missed you my love. Where have you been, how did you know where to find me?” Guillaume wondered if he should tell her that he saw her almost every night. He decided against it. What would it look like if he had been stalking her and then, of course unable to see her the entire time, she would think his avoidance might indicate dislike or even resentment? “I just kept an eye on where you were, because… well I needed the courage.” Guillaume sighed, “I couldn’t just… you know. Show up on you… like this.” He was suddenly very aware of his white skin and glowing blue eyes. His mother smiled at him and put a very warm hand up to his face. She did not flinch at how cold his skin was. “Oh Guillaume, vampire or not, you will always be my little boy, and I’ll always love you.”
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 16, 2005 13:21:31 GMT -5
Aww....
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Post by iamthemaxx on Aug 16, 2005 20:10:28 GMT -5
jeez belle, if you only understood the greed you've inspired in me. i just started reading this today, and i get to page 5 and i'm like, ahhhhhhhhh! where's the rest of it, hahahahaha. all you talented writers keeping us waiting. FOR SHAME!
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Post by azina on Aug 17, 2005 7:42:42 GMT -5
Wow! I'm so glad Gui finally met his mom again. That was such a touching scene. Poor Justin, he's had a horrible time of it. Hopefully he'll feel better soon.
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Post by belle on Aug 17, 2005 16:27:54 GMT -5
The hour grew late and Leah knew her time was running out; night only lasted so long. Cillian lay on his bed, the moon lighting his face and she wondered what that face would look like a shade lighter, she wondered what his blue eyes would look like with green outlines that glowed in the darkness. She wondered what it would be like to a run a hand down his slender chest, where he would not flinch for he would be just as cold. She pushed these thoughts out of her mind. She would leave him forever tonight. Since he snuck into her life, she had been turned upside down. She was neglecting spreading the truth of coexistence; she had distracted Guillaume from his normal activities of the best tail in the city. She had been injured, she had undergone severe mental awakenings and questioned the once cool confidence she once possessed. She had fed upon a human, something she had vowed never to do, and then she was indirectly responsible for the suffering of that new vampire, at this very moment. There was a war going on around her, and she had best keep her wits about her and stop associating with those that were not under attack, or about to be attacked. There was something greater than her own life, with her own affairs. She existed as a warrior of the night, a warrior on the side of peace, and she had been prepared to pledge her absolute existence to this cause, what had happened? Because some blue eyed beauty threatening her life had met her in a dark alley, she had abandoned her cause? No, she had to leave. She turned to Cillian, who seemed relieved that the awkward silence was severed. “You know…I must leave.” Guillaume carrying a bleeding, whimpering Justin back to the forest flashed across her mind. “I have to see to Guillaume and Justin.” “When are you coming back?” Cillian asked tentatively. “I’m not.” She looked at the carpet, where she saw her own dark bloodstains near the window casement. “Why not?” Cillian asked. “Because… it’s too risky. You’re an Agent, and true we have grown, well, closer, but this isn’t right.” She sighed. “I belong on no side in this war. I make my own side, and I always will. You know your place, and made me forget mine… I suppose I remembered.” Cillian looked at her, blue eyes intense, and concentrating on her face. “You understand why I can’t let you interfere with the much bigger picture, and of course, I nearly caused your death twice, our parting ways is beneficial for both of us.” “No…” Cillian shook his head as if she was overlooking the obvious. “No, it’s not beneficial. You’ve shown me an entire new point of view, a new world, an extensive outlook. You’re going to take that away now?” “I need you to understand. I just, I can’t be… I can’t be…” “In love?” Leah stopped. What? She felt as if she was under a bright light, under pressure… Love? She had since denied the existence of love, believing it was purely a human emotion. Sensibly speaking, she, even on the human side of things would have thought being in love of only a week of knowing someone was lunacy. She remembered the passion, the intensity of the kiss in this very room and suddenly… love did exist. “Yes.” She said breathlessly. Cillian looked directly into her eyes and moved next to her on the bed. He placed his burning hand over her cold one. “If I were to look at things from a different point of view, permanently, would you find time to love?” “What are you asking me Cillian?” “I’m asking you… to change me.” His face showed no fear, and there was absolute severity and confidence in his tone. “You know I can’t Cillian, you know I don’t feed on humans.” He opened his mouth to speak. “I had no control over Justin, I would have died.” “Leah, I don’t want to hear your excuses. I want to fight this war as an invisible soldier, not as an Agent.” “This is an invisible war Cillian… but not for much longer. I don’t want you to get hurt.” “I have killed a lot of vampires, and have shown equal strength, I can take care of myself.” “Cillian, please…” Leah felt the overwhelming drive to bite him. Would she be better off with him fighting on her side. She imagined lying in the forest, so aware of her surroundings that she became part of the forest. He could a part of it too, with her. He licked his lips, and brought his fingers to his mouth. Wincing slightly he pulled at his cut lip. Blood escaped and dappled the top of his slender fingers and he brought it to her mouth. She ran her tongue along his fingers and tasted human blood again. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she shuddered. It was wonderful. She hoped Cillian knew what he was doing. Slowly he resolve weakened and an entire new sensation took hold, one of intense excitement and anticipation. She was going to extend her Bloodline to an excellent fighter, knowledgeable and cunning. She was going to be able to become one with the forest, him at her side, she was going to run her hands down his cold chest, and through his hair and his eyes would be more beautiful than ever… He leaned forward and kissed her mouth. The blood flowed into her and the taste made her skin tingle and her mind buzz. As they kissed she felt the ecstasy of what was to come. Slowly, his hand running through her hair, she caught the scent of his warm blood through the thin skin that protected his carotid artery. Her longing was so intense. She snaked one arm around his shoulder and brought her face close to his neck. The suspense was painful but so delightful. Inhaling the scent of him deeply, she lowered her mouth to his neck, making sure to coat her saliva with anesthesia. He was going have the greatest experience of his life under her fangs. Her mouth connected and her eyes shot open. Ecstasy.
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Post by belle on Aug 17, 2005 17:09:13 GMT -5
Dayna didn’t quite remember everything that had happened since the attack. She remembered Ewan’s face, the way his eyes bulged when the vampire broke his windpipe; she remembered the clattering of the dishes and glasses as they were thrown to the floor in the scuffle. She remembered the screams. She remembered Cillian… Cillian who she may have thought had a hand in the death of Ewan, the most amazing man she had ever met. It was not a far off assumption really. He may have known about the attack, or he might have had nothing to do with it. But he was associated with vampires, closely associated. Despite being pumped full of painkillers and given a very hard nap, as Agents refer to it as, she was awake and needed to get to the bottom of what happened. She looked at her front seat reassuringly. She kept a small revolver full of silver bullets, especially for this occasion. She meant no harm to Cillian, but of course, a silver bullet would kill a human just as clean as it would a vampire. Better to have all silver bullets just in case something came up. And judging by her last visit to Cillian, slightly stressed out, who knows what was going on now? Eyes on the road she pushed thoughts of Ewan from her mind. She was still in denial. She dreaded the day she would return to the office her and Ewan shared, she was praying that Ethan and his clean up crew took care of anything that would remind her of him, the man she loved. As she pulled into the small, cramped parking lot outside Cillian’s apartment, she put the revolver in her pocket, she had no idea what to expect as closed and locked her car door. The moon was falling from the sky but somehow she knew he would still be awake. She hovered outside his door and contemplated knocking. As she stood outside the bland wooden door, a flash of seeing it previously, where everything looked red, with anger passion and grief, where she was absolutely sure Cillian was a double Agent. She still had not dismissed that idea, but was in a much calmer state of mind. Taking a deep breath she eased the door handle. It was open. Slipping into the kitchen, careful not to make a sound, Dayna put her hand in her pocket and held the trigger to the gun ready. The house was silent, but not as dark as she would have thought. How many windows can one guy have in his apartment? She heard a rustling coming from the bedroom. An awful sense of déjà vu made her stomach feel heavy. She inched closer to the room and pushed the door open. She heard the sound of her gun shoot before she registered what was occurring. After the bang and the scream, Dayna saw the vampire, the same one she had shot with UV gun, amazing healthy with a bandage where she had managed to hit slump to the floor, black blood oozing from a black flower in her chest. Cillian lay on the bed, deathly white. No! Dayna thought. This is what happens when you mess around with the darker side of existence, they turn on you. She stood frozen, very aware of her own breathing, panicked and shallow. The gun she held smoked slightly and she put it back into her pocket. She wondered if Cillian was still alive. Slowly and carefully she walked to the bed where Cillian lay, she was careful to walk to the side that didn’t have the vampire, lying dead on the floor. As she walked closer to Cillian, her hope that he was alive drained faster and faster. He was deadly white. She bent over him, peering into his face. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide. The normally pleasing light blue eyes were rimmed in a glowing green. It captivated her for a moment. An icy hand found her throat. Cillian’s lip curled and he pushed her against the wall as he sat up. Dayna felt her blood run cold. “Get out.” Cillian growled at her and released her. She considered going for her gun again, as his white incisors glinted at her, but the sheer ferocity Cillian possessed sent her on her way. She fled the bedroom, crossed the kitchen in two strides and flew down the stairs. The only comfort she had as she dialed Julianne’s home number from her cell phone, was that she managed to wipe one scum off the earth that night.
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Post by belle on Aug 17, 2005 17:31:19 GMT -5
Cillian stood on top of the rooftop of the shattered Garden Restaurant. They had not bothered to restore it, not after the news had gotten out. People wouldn’t have gone there anyway, not after the attack. The full moon looked even greater from up here. The cool wind blew through his hair and he checked his digital watch, one of the only reminders of his once humanity. He couldn’t bring himself to part with it, plus, it was the best form of telling if Guillaume was late… again. No sooner had he thought it, Guillaume and Justin appeared at the entrance of the fire escape to his left. “You’re late.” He said without looking at them. “We took a detour.” Guillaume said. “Oh really…” Cillian said, turning to them with his eyebrows raised. “My mother had something for you actually; she was your old boss you know.” “I think it’s a little late for paperwork, don’t you?” Cillian chuckled. “You’ll like this more.” Justin assured him. They walked next to him, surveying the landscape. Cillian marveled how peaceful everything was now, even more so than before the Agency had exploded into a full school branch of the government. Julianne had gracefully resigned, and Ethan had become the new commander, much to the dismay of Dayna, he imagined. She had connections with vampires, and that ruled her out for any time of advancement within the Agency at all. “Cillian?” Guillaume’s voice broke him from his reverie. “This is for you.” He handed Cillian a single white rose. Cillian took it with a trembling hand and brought it to his face. Memories too painful to recall overtook him and he turned once again to the moon and the city that lay under its light. Guillaume put a hand on his shoulder. “Where are we going tonight?” “Corner of fifty sixth and Main.” “Alright.” Cillian took a deep breath. He knew what he had to do. He was a warrior, and fought on the side of truth, carrying on a legacy no one should forget, peace. The breeze ruffled his hair and he turned to Guillaume and Justin, ready to fight yet another battle in the invisible war that became his life. “Let’s do it.”
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Post by §ilvercell on Aug 17, 2005 17:36:34 GMT -5
she's dead?!
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Post by belle on Aug 17, 2005 17:44:41 GMT -5
kind of a rushed ending, but it;s supposed to reflect the fast paced nature of the events that occurred. You might have to reread it to understand it, or perhaps it's beyond comprehension... ah well... in any case it is finished. thank you to all those who complimented me and encouraged me to continue. I had a wonderful time writing it. if anyone else is interested in any other type of fiction, you can come here: www.fictionpress.com/~lunepleineThanks again! -Belle
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Post by Jo on Aug 17, 2005 22:26:29 GMT -5
Per Belle's request, I am locking this thread. If you'd like to comment or compliment ;D Belle's fanfic, please start a new topic but include the "title-Feedback"...thanks!
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