Sebastian LaCroix's GhoulSebastian LaCroix's Ghoul - Prologue: Spilt BloodSebastian LaCroix's Ghoul4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The alleyway was cold, and wet. Water pooled into every crevice, tinged a curious pink by blood.
I had been shot, once in the shoulder, and once in the abdomen, and I think they hit something vital.
My parents brother dead, shot and killed for the few dollars in their wallet. Only I was left, almost made an entertainment if not for the cold and the wet.
Salvation . I could feel it, sense it, coming right this way.
Or so I thought.
He came down the alleyway, a rather small man dressed all in black. A giant followed close behind him. Stopping right beside me, he crouched, his dark blond hair and pale skin picked out by the alleyway light. Clarity returned, a survival instinct, a relic of a life long past, but only for a few moments. Piercing, pale blue eyes scrutinized me from underneath thick eyebrows. Full, dark lips smiled at me within the shadows created by high cheek bones. His short cut hair was swept
Ch. 13: Fighting Crime...Sebastian LaCroix's GhoulCh. 13: Fighting Crime...3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Ch. 13: Fighting Crime in the Name of Darkness
A Pacific breeze blew across the dark beach below the Santa Monica Pier. Lydia stepped out of the brick tunnel and assessed her surroundings. A fire roared a little ways away, surrounded by a motley group of young people. To her left was a set of stairs leading up to the Santa Monica Pier, closed tight due to a murder investigation. She could dimly make out the sounds of an arcade somewhere, while waves hissed softly as they met their death on sandy shores.
God, I'm starting to sound like Alice, she thought.
Keeping low and to the shadows, the fledgling skirted the edge of the group using her superior night vision to avoid brittle charred wood and glass. It was weird though, like something was missing. She supposed that it was probably the fact that not three nights ago she would have joined those people, made a new group of friends, and have a good time. Now, the former party queen was forced to slink past them,
Chapter 1 First MeetingSebastian LaCroix's Ghoul Chapter 1 - First MeetingChapter 1 First Meeting4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Sebastian smoothed down his tie, and checked himself in the mirror one more time. He was about to go meet with the girl for the first time, and he felt that he needed to look his best. At least if he felt his best, surely that would give him the confidence to go in there and not make a total fool of himself. Unfortunately, this was a very unique situation for Sebastian. The fact of the matter was that he really had no idea what to expect from this individual. If she was merely a young woman, or a wizened old lady, he would be better able to adjust his manner to suit her maturity level. The problem was that she was both: a developing young human who still appreciated the fads of the modern day and at the same time had long outgrown them. Strauss had warned him that her maturity level might jump all over the place, and that her manner of speaking may not stay consistent. One moment she'll sound like a teenager, and the next like she cam
Chapter 5: The OthersSebastian LaCroix's GhoulChapter 5: The Others4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 5: The Others
Damn, he looked good.
There he was, proud as any noble, in his crisp black suit and freshly combed over hair. There was something about him that made me straighten up instantly, my feet sliding together and my hands moving to clutch my forearms loosely behind my back. "Good evening, Prince." I said, my voice at its most formal. Mercurio seemed to feel the same way, cleaning up his already great posture and making sounds of greeting. LaCroix nodded in return. "Thank you Mercurio, I shall take it from here." the vampire said. As Mercurio left, LaCroix beckoned for me to follow and went back into the room. I stepped inside, and had to stop.
If I thought before was opulance, I realized that the rest of the penthouse was a barn compared to this.
A beautifully patterned wooden floor of cedar and oak stretched before me. The center of the room was sunk three feet into the ground with steps leading out on all sides, and held an ornately carved bl
Ch. 17: Grounded by VampireSebastian LaCroix's GhoulCh. 17: Grounded by Vampire3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 17: Grounded by a Vampire
Prince LaCroix's pale fingers drummed a steady beat on his desk. I regarded this as I would have to my Aunt Emmie's psychotic cat's twitching tail: a very dangerous sign.
"So you're telling me that you not only disobeyed my orders and left the safety of my Tower to see your friend, but you also went inside of the Ocean House Hotel in Santa Monica?" His words were cold, like bare steel in a blizzard.
I nodded demurely.
"Tell me, Ms. Alice, did it not occur to you that if vampires exist, then perhaps maybe ghosts or wraiths might as well? And that they can be just as hostile as anything else?"
I cringed, because of course I didn't. LaCroix leaned forward with his elbows on his desk and touched the ivory colored tips of his fingers together. Icy eyes bored into mine.
As soon as there was service, my phone was vibrating like crazy as missed call, voice mail, and text message alerts started to flood in. I checked them all as Isab
Ch. 3: A Meeting of Many MindsSebastian LaCroix's GhoulCh. 3: A Meeting of Many Minds4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 3: A Meeting of Many Minds
I was headed to the kitchen, walking along expensive paneled halls of marble and oak and doing my best to follow Matthew's directions exactly. After we (the vampires and I) had found a nice windowless sitting room, my stomach gave a loud rumble and I was given the perfect excuse to be alone. God knows I needed it. It is quite unnerving to know that the individuals beside you see you as a meal more than a conversationalist. I found the kitchen, entered it, and breathed in.
All the scents of spices, herbs, breads, fruits, meats, everything, flooded my nose, and for a moment I stood there, savouring the sensation. It was like a subtle perfume, not too strong, but noticeable. I don't know how I didn t notice this before when I was in here. I suppose I was still in a sort of daze at that point. I opened my eyes, and found Mercurio and his dark blue eyes studying me. He was leaning against a counter, finishing a sandwich. I sniffed
Ch. 6: Mourning and ReunionsSebastian LaCroix's GhoulCh. 6: Mourning and Reunions4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 6: Mourning and Reunions
Sebastian sat at his desk toying with a small gold cross on a chain, bringing himself back to his younger days...
Newly awoken from the Embrace, horrified at what had happened to him...
Running to the church, to the sympathetic priest who had tried to calm him, to hush his terrified cries...
Blood, dripping everywhere, all over him, the ground, the white robes of the holy man, and feeling so satisfied, so alive, elated that finally his thirst had been quenched...
But not quenched. He wanted more, wanted it all...
With an effort Sebastian wrenched himself from those memories.
Tonight was the funeral for the girl's family. Truth be told, he hated funerals. Not only were they boringly depressing, but he could never could get rid of that odd sense of irony that lingered at the back of his mind while he was there. Thankfully, invitations to these events were extremely rare, but even then he would try to find some excuse to be somewh
Ch. 10 Farewell to an Old LifeChapter 10: A True Farewell to an Old LifeCh. 10 Farewell to an Old Life4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Lydia sat in front of the bathroom mirror in the grungy Santa Monica apartment, tears of crimson running down her face.
Her hair, so silky and shiny, such a beautiful brown-gold color, was gone. Not even a lock left to hold as a memento. Her teeth, once white teeth perfected by years of braces, were now jagged stalactites that jutted grotesquely from her mouth. Soft, peach skin was replaced with a greenish gray leather, with boils spotting her body that contained a disgusting, murky pus when burst. She reached up to yet again wipe away another bloody tear, only to scratch her cheek with one of her long, needle sharp claws. Lydia emitted a gurgling sound of frustration and pain as she reached for another clean ex. Within moments, the scratch had healed, leaving her face un-scarred.
She supposed that that was one thing she liked about being a vampire, though what the fuck kind of vampire she was supposed to be, Lydia didn't know. She guessed it
Ch. 14: Ghouls and FirehosesSebastian LaCroix's GhoulCh. 14: Ghouls and Firehoses3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 14: Golden Ghouls and Firehoses
Johnathan stared at the ceiling from the bed of his three star hotel room, cellphone clutched in one hand. Another day, and still no sign of Lydia, and not a word from Alice. Now he was getting seriously worried. Lydia never went this long without contacting them in some fashion. And Alice... there was a time, not a month ago, when either of them would be racing to call the other back, or reply to a text. In spite of Lydia's reassurances, he couldn't shake the nagging feeling that he was losing Alice to that rich boy up in the Ivory tower. He had to face it: LaCroix had the looks, the charm, and the money to have any girl he wanted. And Johnathan had seen, as much as he had tried not to, how every time LaCroix was mentioned or nearby, Alice's eyes would light up.
Johnathan groaned and rolled onto his side, furious at fate for giving him such twisted luck: Alice had survived the mugging, only to lose her family (how he mi
Chapter 18: SlashtastrophySebastian LaCroix's GhoulChapter 18: Slashtastrophy2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 18: Slashtastrophy
Johnathan's concentration was already failing by the time he stepped into Venture Tower. It took every bit of his willpower to stumble up to the black granite reception desk where the fat man sat. For a moment it seemed like the world was doubled when he finally propped himself up against the smooth stone, until he steadied himself to keep from falling over.
Alright, perhaps stopping at the Last Round for a drink a few hours before had been a terrible idea, but he had to do something about that awful stinging pain in his chest as he thought about what he had to do. No, it wasn't what he planned to do that hurt him so much. It was the fact that it had to be done. As the alcohol had poured into his empty stomach, dulling that awful ache like dumping water on a flame (or was it like kerosene?) to the sound of a raging metal band, he happily fantasized to himself on how he was going to beat the shit out of Pretty Boy LaCroix. Now, as he
Chapter 19: The Daughters of JanusStreetlights flickered across the windshield. They gave the interior of the 50's style cab a strange staccato light, briefly illuminating the blond boy's face as he stared out the window. Johnathan had been fighting back tears since Venture Tower, his heart broken somewhere deep within his chest. Alice...Chapter 19: The Daughters of Janus2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Something else bothered him though, something that wiggled incessantly at the back of his blurry mind. Alice... there was just something really off about her...
Alice was usually a laid back individual, or at least out loud she was. She rarely ever showed signs of extreme emotion, and he could certainly recall many times where most had been in a panic over some mundane thing or another, while Alice had been still, like the eye of a storm. Some would almost call it eerie, but Johnathan had always enjoyed that strange quality about her, that almost sage-like calm that balanced out his admittedly reactive emotions. But here is where it got weird.
Her entire family was murdered barely a w
Ch. 12: Strange CoincidenceLydia slipped out into the rain, forming Obfuscate around her the instant she stepped outside. The second she was hidden, the Nosferatu felt a sudden thirst assail her. Its grip was terrifyingly powerful. She felt like she was was going into withdrawal from some powerful drug. Her throat burned, she felt wobbly. All she was aware of was that she needed blood NOW.Ch. 12: Strange Coincidence4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hurriedly she felt around her for that bag of blood she had saved. As soon as she found it, Lydia pierced the soft plastic and sucked greedily at the bag. But very quickly that was gone and Lydia found herself wanting more.
She stole down a nearby alleyway, sniffing out potential prey. A couple of rats skittered by her feet. In spite of her Clans ability to draw more nutrients from rodent blood, normally Lydia would have wanted to puke at the thought of putting one of those filthy things near her mouth. But right now all she was aware of was that they were full of life, that delicious liquid. She reached for one of the vermin.
Chapter 16: The Ocean HouseSebastian LaCroix's GhoulChapter 16: The Ocean House3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 16: The Ocean House
Sebastian was going over the agenda for his next meeting when he found out about Alice's elopement.
His blackberry lit up on the table beside his carefully laid out notes (about some diamond prospects in Africa), signalling the arrival of a message with a trendy graphic of a stylized letter. A lesser Camarilla ghoul, placed just outside the main doors for this very reason, had fulfilled his task with a simple text.
she left, headed for trip's pawn shop in santa monica.
With a slightly irritated sigh, Sebastian slapped down the device and stared at a spot on the wall for a moment, the wheels of his mind turning.
An Old Soul, especially an ancient, was rumoured to have the capacity to resist (to some small extent) the emotional power of Blood Bond, Strauss had said.
This was simply due to an accumulation of unconscious willpower built up over dozens of lifetimes. Because of this he had been cautioned against any tests of loyalty, at l
Words Are Not EnoughI may not always tell you what I am feeling deep inside,Words Are Not Enough4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The emotions and the feelings that I sometimes tend to hide;
If I could save time in a bottle the first thing that I would like to do
Is to save every day 'til eternity passes away just to spend them with you;
If I could make days last forever if words could make wishes come true
I would save every day like a treasure and then again I would spend them with you;
If I had a box just for wishes and dreams that had never come true
The box would be empty except for the memories of how they were answered by you;
I hid you for a long time the way a branch hides its slowly ripening fruit among leaves,
And like a flower crystal of ice on a winter window you open in my mind.
In my heart I keep the sparkle of your eyes, the tender warmth of your smile,
The small tilt of your head, the curves of your body and I dream
Dream of holding you close caring for you, protecting you and loving you always.
No words could ever tell you, no action could
Vampire Slave I The ClubShe could feel how wet she had become. Her body was begging her to give it release. She didnt know how much more her torture she could take. Watching the beautiful man on stage dance and act like he was fucking a chair was horrible to the body. Her imagination just kept putting her into that seat. That he was fucking her, and not just air. She whimpered a bit and looked around at the rest of the room. They all seemed to be having the same problem.Vampire Slave I The Club6 years ago in Erotic More Like This
The other ladies who had come to watch the show were all now transfixed and a few were fidgeting in their chairs trying to relieve the ache, they no doubt felt. She sighed helplessly and got up to leave. Only to have a hand put on her shoulder, and push her back into her chair roughly.
You dont want to leave. A male voice whispered to her low and haughtily next to her ear. Look at him, hes watching you. Youre the one he wants. Only you.
The voice kept her enthralled, made her believe that he was
From the Council of A.V.A.W.From the Council of A.V.A.W.5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Association of Vampiric Activities Worldwide
1431 Wallchallia Ave.
From the Council Chambers of the Association for Vampiric Activities Worldwide (AVAW).
Regarding those of the vampire race in the Cullen family and the now-former human known as Isabella Swan, with the following issues brought before Stephanie Meyer.
It has come to our attention that your creation's popularity among humans -particularly adolescent females- has been on the rise of late. While we do respect those promoting our kind who achieve fame and glory, we nevertheless must hold you accountable for promoting several grievous misconceptions of our race.
Grievance the First: Lifestyle
It has been discovered through various interviews with readers and fans that you claim the following: Vampires do not sleep, breathe, or eat. Additionally, you state that Edward drinks animal blood to avoid biting humans. To begin, Va
Obsession: Hellsing FanfictionObsession: Hellsing Fanfiction8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
1: Es ist das Tier in mir
'This is beneath me,' Alucard thought to himself as he sat waiting in a dingy stairwell for the Police Girl to finish off the last of the ghouls. He pulled out a blood-packet and pierced it with a straw, as if it were a macabre juice pouch. He didn't know why Integra had sent him along on this piddling little mission with the Police Girl. It was simple enough that even Seras, with her underdeveloped skills, could be able to handle it alone.
As he took a sip he heard a guttural moan as something shuffled towards him. He glanced over to see a ghoul dragging itself towards him, the lower half of it's body nearly destroyed from gunfire. He rolled his eyes, used his free hand to pull his gun from his coat and shot the creature point blank in the head. He paused in sipping his blood to call out to his fledgling.
"Police Girl! When you aim make sure to take out the head or the heart. These people didn't become ghouls because they enjoy it. There's no wa
Sparxpunx Commish: Ch. 1Sparxpunx commissionSparxpunx Commish: Ch. 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Soren waited idly by the water fountain behind some very sweaty kids, licking his lips thirstily and ignoring his revulsion at having to share his water with a bunch of squealing freshman. He glanced around, trying to find something to distract himself at the prospect of wiping off the spit accumulated at the spout, when he spotted a familiar figure a few dozen yards away.
It was Link, dressed in a long white undershirt, which was in turn covered by a grass green t-shirt, along with light beige pants and brown ankle high boots. Soren secretly bit his bottom lip at the sight of the handsome blonde youth. But then he looked closer. What was he doing, crouched behind those bushes? And was that his slingshot? That was an odd thing for him to carry around during breaktime...
Too late, Soren realized what was happening. Slowly, Link reached for a stone on the ground, fitted it into the slingshot, and took aim. Generally, at this point Soren tried to look away
The Hunt -vampire fiction- 1The Hunt -vampire fiction- 1The Hunt -vampire fiction- 16 years ago in Scraps More Like This
With a dump thud, the wolf that had made a huge dart at him seconds before fell to the ground. River had pumped a good portion of bullets into his brain. For a second, he had thought it was over. He had underestimated the beast and had turned his back on it as it had lain dying (or so he had thought) with a bullet in its chest, just to hear something move behind him and turn back around to face the bared teeth of the wolf.
Wolves were a simple job, generally speaking. There was nothing supernatural about them; they only tended to run rampant when a werewolf was near of that beast his colleagues took care right now. River had just been ordered to clean up the trail the supernatural beast entailed. He had taken the job too easily, had even been disappointed that he was not allowed to take part in the main hunt. Two years he was a beast hunter now, and still he was kept away from the really interesting missions. It upset him.
He entered the noisy
Ch. 8 Into a World of DarknessSebastian LaCroix's GhoulCh. 8 Into a World of Darkness4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 8: Into a World of Darkness
I checked my cellphone one more time, hoping that Johnathan would text back soon, and lay back on the bed, tired and sore. Mercurio's rigorous first day of self defense training had made me want to crawl out of the boxing ring and back into my room to hide. But could I do that? No, not with the Prince himself coming down to monitor my progress near the end. It was damn hard to concentrate with those icy eyes analyzing my every move, sometimes startling me with the odd correction.
"Keep your fists up!"
"Concentrate! Put your weight into your punches!"
"Get that foot higher!"
"Watch where your aiming!"
For such a busy man, he sure had a lot of time to spare to watch me learn the basics of kickboxing, I couldn't help but think sourly afterward as hot water sluiced over my body, washing off a days grime. And tomorrow I was off to the gun range. Even with ghoul strength and healing, I really had no idea how I was even to going to
Chapter 2: The Prince of L.A.Sebastian LaCroix's GhoulChapter 2: The Prince of L.A.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 2: The Prince of L.A.
My heart slammed around in my chest, and I suddenly found I couldn't breathe. LaCroix's teeth were all I could see, like my eyes developed a zoom feature. The world went black.
When I woke up, I was lying on one of the red leather couches in Mr. LaCroix's office. The man (man?) himself was sitting in a matching leather chair holding a black wine glass. He made a swirling motion, and dark liquid sloshed inside. He was staring pensively into the fire that was roaring in the fireplace next to us. It took me a second to realized that I must have fainted. My mind was desperately trying to block out the memory of LaCroix's teeth, the fact that he had me drink its blood, that it saved me, to find a way to fit it into everything that I knew. I came pretty close to doing so couple of times: a trick of the light could have made his teeth look much longer, or maybe he has some sort of dental problem. And feeding me medicine, that could easil