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She looked down into what she had clasped in her arms. Lay there was the only thing she had “felt” for. The only thing that came so close to the feeling in which humans call love. As if it could be felt within the cold vampire heart… After all, a cold heart is a dead heart. His beautiful, curvy, pale face was unmoving. His fallen black sleek hair was in awry amongst the frame of his face. His silky hands, which clutched the chain that he had kept with him constantly, lay lifelessly. Lastly, his deepest blue eyes were set fixated. His stare pierced the subliminal atmosphere, like a deadly knife. The final expression of contemptuousness he had shown towards his opposition was set upon his face. The vampire closed her partner’s eyes shut and seized the chain, placing it carefully around her neck. She ached to feel sorrow just one last time. She ached to feel the love, which she yearned so greatly. She almost felt the pain that she desired to feel at its most. She was just hollow. Everything had disappeared as quickly as it had materialised. The first time she saw him, her life had changed. If you could you call it life. Is that what living is supposed to be? Is it living when the most you can feel is the sharp surge of hunger in your eyes towards your next victim? The next strike is upon the neck of that powerless, vulnerable prey. Dangerous. Feared. Ravenous. She cried out into the mass darkness of the night. The pain she imagined she should feel. The path was broken in which she followed so blindly. She knew it would never end how she wanted. It never does… When ever she had the chance to love. Something crosses her path. The last of the soul that she grasped so tightly had just… vanished. Like trying to catch smoke with your bare hands. She roared out once more with all the energy she could muster. Her face contorted and she fell back onto the cold, hard floor. The ballroom was empty. It was dark as the night sky, lifeless as a graveyard. Velvet curtains lay draped around the rims neatly; golden ornaments were laden along the spacious walls and the highly polished floor portrayed the movement on its surface. The only candle lit by the door flickered in distress as the door banged open. Marissa came storming in. Her cutlass raised above her shoulder and her flintlock ready at hand. She took one step forward and the candle blew out. “Hello Marissa” said a hard, stern voice. All the candles in the ballroom reawakened. The room was flooded instantly in light. Vallagon lay motionless in the middle in the dead awakening. Stood at least an inch from Marissa’s face was the woman who she had hated the most. Marissa didn’t blink. She bored her eyes into those, which looked into them. Those cold grey merciless eyes. “Your so calm yet your heart races?” The vampire paced around her. Encircling her, closer. And closer. Marissa’s eyes followed her round. Not daring to blink as she observed her intently. “You’re a lower form than those of demon’s” Marissa spoke out. The vampire threw her head back and cackled. “Yet your nothing?” she replied. “You go amongst thieves and rogues, killing those of innocence and yet you present yourself as a divinity?” Marissa inhaled with fury and she pursed her lips. Her foe sneered, “Such trickery! Foolish girl!” She looked at the young woman. Her brown hair fell over half her face. A face in which was twisted in resentment and distaste. Her hands quivered with fury that gripped the sword she held. Her garments of a black corset and torn trousers were worn, capped at a finish with large black boots. A twisted smile appeared on the vampires face. She grinned heartlessly. “Marissa Marravosa” she tilted her head. “Oh how I commit to memory of your father.” A jolt of fear flashed over Marrisa’s eyes. “Foolish man. He believed I was one of his kind. A run down, low life of a pirate.” The vampire’s mouth curled into a smile once again, as she knew she was cracking her defences. “He stumbled upon me. Low. Disorientated. As my life was deteriorating. He set me on his ship and allowed me heal in the presence of his tempting crew. He held the concept that he had helped me with the vile fruits, herbs and water that he had provided.I threw them aside and feasted on his crew pitching them over the side of the ship when I had terminated my blood thirst.” She laughed cruelly. “I treated him as a fair human, for then. However, he fell deeply in love with me. He had no clue of how I lead my dissolute and callous life. He showed me his world. When eventually we arrived to where you were brought into the world. It was a dark place and a girl of five stepped onto her daddies ship to be reunited, after your dim-witted mother had perished.” Marissa kept her eyes on the vampire as she joyfully taunted. “Nevertheless, I had no care.” The vampire continued. “I had the delight of slaying your father in front of your very eyes. Those, which hold that passion of hate and anger towards myself. Yes I remember that only too well,” She hissed. “I remember the blood flood onto the deck of the ship as I not only killed him but slaughtered him by…” “You barbaric bitch!” screamed Marissa as she swiped her cutlass towards the vampire’s throat with such force. It pierced her sallow skin and she was thrown backwards crashing to the ground next to Vallagon. She turned her head to face his limp body. Fire burned in her eyes. “I thought you could do better than that…” the vampire called out as she elevated off the floor. Her wounds enfolded and warped to its original state. She walked towards Marissa, each step of her heel echoed around the vast room. “We can be friends Marissa!” She smiled. “I’m sure of it.” “Not if I can help it!” retorted Marissa as she threw another blow of her cutlass. The vampire simply stepped backwards.“You foul creature!” “Indeed!” she answered. “Now girl, I need to know if I can restore Vallagon’s life.” She said casually. “He was hit by powerful dark magic and I’m sure you know how to undo it somehow. He seems paralysed… lost in time by the expression on his face” she smiled softly as she looked at his face. “He has no life!” Marissa sneered. “He’s gone now! Or he will be…” she trailed of as she dashed towards his still remains. The vampire turned to see what she was doing but it was too late. She had pulled out a steel dagger and had plunged it into his heart. Vallagon’s eye’s shot open within seconds as he let out an ear-splitting scream. His body turned a violent black and flames started to lick at his face. He twisted and writhed in pain. His eyes began to glow a pure white, silvery light and his soul essence set in motion outwards into the air. The vampire’s eyes started to turn red. Her hair flew up and wings of pure black emerged immediately out near the position of her shoulder blades. Her wings began to beat furiously into the air as she rose slowly. Marissa looked on in awe. The vampire screeched a blood-wakening shriek. Marissa clapped her hands to her ears, closed her eyes tightly and dropped to the floor. The vampire dived to the ground towards Marissa and with one claw she grasped the back of her neck. Marissa scratched and scraped the back of the vampire’s hand as hard as she could to try release herself. The vampire held the girl up to her face and glared at her. She breathed heavily in complete dismay. She then peered down to Vallagon’s burning corpse. Raged and hellish the vampire descended to the floor and slammed Marissa to the ground. With haste, she grabbed the back of her corset and made for the window. With an almighty crash, the 60-foot, glass painted window smashed. Shards hailed into the room at a deathly speed littering were the vampire lingered to take one last look at her once beautiful partner a split second after she soared away... Chapter 2 – The Hell Avenger The vampire ascended further into the cloudy, over cast sky. Marissa drifted in and out of consciousness from the wound on her head, which was bleeding profusely. The vampire licked her forehead at the source of the blood and smirked. She tightened her grip and shot down towards the open sea. Gathering speed she swiftly sped over the water. On the murky horizon, an immense ship was distinguishable. The vampire took one look ahead. The time had passed by from what she had spent in the ballroom and it was a few hours to daybreak. She pushed on towards the mysterious ship. She sharply turned, encircling the crow’s nest. As she glided through the air down past the deep black sails, which billowed in the wind, she took a glance over her shoulder to clearly look at the ship. It was an old ship, a galleon at that. It had a clear upbringing, that of much kindness and caring. Being lavishly furnished, it was beautiful in its own perception. From the gold trimmed railings to its well-polished decks. A momentous figurehead was proudly situated at the front of the ship, carefully watching over the calmly, lapping sea. The main deck was besieged in ropes and netting and the great hold doors were ajar. Further back of the ship was swarming with crew, quickly buzzing about around the fore deck and the poop deck carrying ropes and such and packing things away. The vampires eye’s quickly switched direction towards the great wheel. It was sat unaided near the stern. The captain wasn’t present. However, there was a sailor in sight. He stood holding fort. Something about him seemed different. Her red eyes hit his profile and she gazed upon his motionless form. She wheeled around and flew out. Marissa began to stir and she looked up. “No… No… Nooooo…” she muttered rubbing her head. The vampire stayed soundless bar the beating of her powerful wings. She soared out to in front of the ship. The young man gasped and yet looked up with no expression on his small face. The vampire caught his intense stare and her eyes widened. At that point her huge figure went to its normal appearance and her wings shed and broke away. The vampire went into a vertical drop and crashed into the foremast with Marissa at her hand. Marissa hit the deck and the vampire fell straight into the cockboat. The girl crooked over onto her back and let out a groan. The crew came rushing over to her. Then, the vampire rose out of the rubble of the cockboat with a large splinter of wood drove through her torso. She looked down and hauled it out, tossing it over the side of the boat. She looked up and everything was stock-still. Each and every crew member were gazing at her, engrossed in what she had just done. Disgust and partly amused looks were set upon their faces. Abruptly the crew broke out in fanatical movement as they made to grasp the vampire to spare any danger she might inflict. Everybody was in motion except the young man and Marissa. The vampire jumped 20 feet in the air and disappeared. Each one of them looked baffled and bemused, scanning the sky from where she has vanished. She then reappeared behind and old crew member, drawing his rusty sword and grasping Marissa. “Get your rotten hands of me!” She screamed. The crew were perplexed at to what was happening. “Go back to your work or I will kill the girl and you dirty, foul individuals.” The vampire warned. “You there!” She pointed at the young man. “Draw closer.” The crew did not move for a moment, until she edged the sword closer to the girl’s neckline. They left to return to what they were doing before hand, only because they were in fear of her, and yet they kept a close watch to what the vampire was doing. The young man moved his hair out of the way of his sight and stepped closer. “You are not one of these mortals!” She shot at him. He looked down at his shoes. He was dressed in a thin black material, which was torn on places. His hair was straight and long, it went amongst his shoulders. He also bore black bands and chains that covered his arms. “Well you could say that,” he slowly said. Marissa rolled her eyes. “But how did you know? The crew haven’t seemed to notice.” He finished. “How do you feed?” the vampire asked. “What? Oh… Well we stop off at local places a lot…” he replied. “Well you know the rest.” “And of what name do you go by?” She asked. “I am Maladikta Varanyt,” he told her. “Ah I see.” She said fairly. “I am Celeste Delacoura” There was a pause of complete silence. Then all of a sudden Marissa ducked from under the slack hold of the sword and made to run away. Celeste pulled the back of her hair and her hat fell askew. “You little scoundrel, will be condemned to the dungeon.” She told Marissa, her hand clutching tightly around her neck. “Where I hope you rot away!” she whispered down her ear. She pushed her forward and she fell to her knees. Chapter 3 – A Vampirate’s Tale Shortly afterwards, Marissa was held prisoner in the hold. Celeste and Maladikta prowled the deck, all crew members were not to be seen as they were lay asleep in the lower decks of the ship. “Such a beautiful ship isn’t it?” Celeste asked. “It is certainly,” Replied Maladikta. “It has been brought up well. Many captains have had the pleasure of doing so. I just wish that one day I could have the satisfaction. My father was once Captain of this ship. Anyway, you seem to know your way around.” “Ah yes. I used to reside in one.” Celeste answered. “It was also a handsome vessel.” There was a moment of silence in which they climbed up to the quarterdeck. Maladikta studied the woman. She had long, black, streaming hair, which went to around her waist. Her skin was pale as the whitest of snow, and her large round eyes were tainted black as the night. She had few garments, but the ones she wore were black laced and seemed to float on the air with the wind. Then he spotted the chain, which clung to her neck. It had the largest jewel of deep red he had ever seen. It wasn’t that of a ruby but something more mystifying. The contents under the hard exterior seemed to swirl pleasantly. It didn’t seem to be liquid nor gas. Celeste caught sight of him look intently at the chain. She clutched hold of it and broke his stare. “That’s a strange item you have there,” he gestured towards the chain. “Yes it was passed down from generations in… ah my family.” She hesitated. “Do you know much of these things?” “I do…” Maladikta replied. “For many centuries the wise have known that gems and stones such as this can enhance power and have magical properties. Whether it is beauty, mystery and magic, they are all found in the Galaxy’s stones. Believed amongst many that they contain a power that will cause revolution, attain protection, or increase our own individual energies to achieve things we truly desire. This here stone is one rare against many.” She detached it from her neck and he examined it in his hands carefully. He went on, “This jewel, this wondrous gem provides ultimate durability to itself. It is virtually indestructible…” He looked at her and she gazed back. “So what power does it hold?” Celeste asked quietly. “I’ve heard about this… I believe this is the Charmed Lavita Largon. The most precious of all magical items in the world. So many men have killed to obtain this… literally. Associated with the Moonga stones from Mars, this is not exactly an Earth type object. People believed its contents were made of substance from outer space. Such as time, matter and space itself.” He told her. “So you are insinuating that this thing, this Lavita Largon… has the equivalent power as God?” she looked at him disgusted. “Or the devil himself.” He replied faintly. Her eyes glinted once again as she blinked into the subliminal atmosphere inside the rounded glass oval of the Charmed Lavita Largon. He handed it back and she securely fastened it back around her neck. “Is that all you know?” she questioned him. “You would have to visit a gem curator… I only hear tales of its wonders. I am not so clued up on the exact facts.” He answered. They glided along side to the edge of the ship. Celeste placed herself on the wooden frame of the quarterdeck. “About the girl… I didn’t tell her the whole truth before I captured her…” Celeste told him. “Really… I…” She was stopped in mid speech as someone stepped out of the double doors on the main deck. Maladikta and Celeste could see him clearer than any human could in the darkness. They had spotted him much sooner than he had the chance to notice they were present. Celeste softly slipped off the side and lead Maladikta to conceal them selves. “Who is this being?” she whispered. “That would be the Captain,” he whispered in reply looking down only to sigh. “Ah is he well?” she asked? “Hmm, he is acceptable I guess…” he answered her. “Ah you said previously how you would like to be captain, is that correct?” She enquired. “Well, I…” he began. “I’m sure with the gift of gold the crew will all follow to your command,” Celeste said as she stood tall and came forth to the silent Captain. Maladikta stayed settled. Celeste caught the Captain’s eye and he looked at her. He didn’t know what to make of her at first but then he managed to clear his throat. “A woman on my ship?” He asked with raised eyebrows. “And whys might you be here at present?” “What makes you think I’m here?” She said giggling. She flicked her hair round her shoulders and bowed forward not moving her eyes from his. They glinted maliciously. He grinned and laughed out. “Ah only beautiful women such as you appear in my dreams.” She curved her body, edging ever so closer to him. “I could make your wildest dreams come true,” She said with a smirk on her pallid face. “Or your worst nightmares!” She snarled. He gave her a puzzled look but before he knew it she sunk her teeth into his neck, her nails lengthened and she dug them into his flesh tearing ever so slowly. His eyes widened to their full extent. She backed him to near the edge and continued to torture him. He opened his mouth to scream but no sound was expressed. She gave a final push and the captain went flying over deck. Maladikta looked on in a bemused sort of way. A dull thud sounded as he the Captain hit the side of the ship before disappearing into the depth of the waters. |