Author's Note: When will I ever finish a story? ::blushes:: Maybe I should just start writing poetry…at least that way I can't say "To be continued…" with them, and they can't go on hiatus.

Ah well, at any rate don't forget to review.

Reminder, for those of you who are homophobic, this is not for you. You must keep in mind this is a shounen-ai vampire story.

An Eternity Worth Living
Chapter One

It was another silent night, quiet as the grave I spent my days in. Outside not a thing stirred save for the leaves gently rustled by the soft breeze; ground slightly illuminated by the calming moonlight that filtered through the trees.

It wasn't a particularly special night, nothing planned, and nothing interesting scheduled to occur. But tonight I felt especially at peace, as if I had no obligations other then to keep myself alive. Or at least as much alive as possible, being undead and all.

Yes, that is correct. I am not human nor can I remember a time when I was, seeing as it was so long ago. Because I am a vampire, I see the world in a different perspective than most people. I know things as truth that others dismiss as silly superstitions. That is why they deserve to die.

Of course, not all of them think that the stories of vampires are merely myths. Some, wisely, choose to believe them. Those few are the ones who go to the extremes in trying to prevent a vampire from attacking them. They are the people who use superstitious means to try and ward off that which cannot be easily avoided. Garlic, crosses, stakes, and the like have little to no effect on us. Once a vampire chooses his or her prey there is no escaping them. Death from then on is inevitable.

My name is Lucas "Luc" Maverick [1], my appearance fits the profile of a vampire. Pale skin, obviously I can get no tan seeing as I'm not one of the few who are immune to the effects of the sun. Dark, pitch black, well kept short hair. Chocolate-colored eyes, contrasting yet again to my pale skin, hints of dark circles underneath my eyes, young handsome features. Somewhere around six feet tall with a lean build. Lots of dark clothing: black leather pants, black sheer long sleeve shirt, and a black trench coat. My only accessories consist of a simple small silver hoop piercing my left ear, and a black leather choker that I got at some sort of modern punk rock store. Well, occasionally I wear black sunglasses, just to complete my dark and brooding slightly mysterious/dangerous look.

Now that you know what I look like we may move onto other things. At the moment I'm out wandering the streets, sunglasses in place as I stand tall and dominating, some of the mortals walking home from work automatically avoiding me probably because of some instinct that they have.

I walked no where in particular, testing whether there was any one area with a strong pull for me; an area where my feet would take me of their own accord. And take me they did, to a small park seemingly empty aside from the couples scattered here and there out passed their curfew. But I paid no attention to them, instead I passed right by them and kept walking across the bridge which crossed over the murky pond below. And that's where I decided to stop, no real reason then perhaps to enjoy what scenery there was. This part of the park was overrun with weeping willows, the trees seeming even more lonely at night then any other time as their branches lightly touched the water because of the breeze starting ripples across the surface of the water.

My eyes half-closed lazily even though I was wide awake and well aware of any motion made within a mile range. I took in a long breath and sighed slightly tilting my head to the side, feeling relaxed yet tense at the same time.

I felt the other's gaze long before he even began speaking. He wasn't a mortal, but not a complete immortal either. Perhaps the child of a mortal and a vampire, it wasn't completely unrare in these days but it was still odd to meet someone with such a bloodline.

"It's an interesting event to meet someone of my kind in such a place…" he started, and without even awaiting and response from me he stood next to me leaning against the bridge rail. "My name is Vincent Duval [2]."

"Pleasure. Though I haven't the slightest clue as to what you mean by 'someone like you'. As far as I can see you are most definitely no where close to being what I am." I paused before adding, "and my name is Luc." I figured I didn't know him well enough to give any type of last name.

"What I meant was vampire, for that is what you are is it not so?" he asked, he had a nice sounding voice…smooth but not very deep like my own.

"You are half, and my lineage is of one simple origin." I explained to him even though I was sure that he already knew that I wasn't like him.

He seemed new enough at this sort of thing. He was young looking meaning he must have been changed at a younger age then I was, perhaps twenty or so. He had dyed his hair blue, obviously not a natural color. He had mismatched eyes, one brown and the other hazel, his features were a bit more feminine than mine and his wrists and hands more delicate. He was an inch or two shorter than me, and he was lean as well wearing the same type of clothing as me though he had a spiked wrist-bracelet, and some sort of blue feathery scarf-ish thing which he draped across his shoulders. He had two belts on, which crisscrossed around his waist.

"Ah, so you're another one of those purist vampires, who believe that those who are only half-bloods don't deserve to live because they're the line between mortals and demons." He said, raising a thin eyebrow and giving me a look which almost made me feel guilty for being prejudiced.

Almost being the key word in that sentence.

"Perhaps I am one of those people, but I won't throw away good company if it makes itself available. Have you planned anything ahead of time? Have you fed already?" I asked, removing my weight from the railing.

He followed my example, standing straight as he replied, "I haven't planned anything at all. In fact I think I'd have fun spending an evening with someone who isn't a potential meal!" He laughed slightly, a kind sounding laugh seemingly unaffected by all he had inevitably seen through his years. I on the other hand hardly even remembered how to smile now. "And we of 'tainted blood'," sarcasm laced his words I noted, "only have to feed once every two weeks, not as much as you."

I didn't take the time to reply and instead chose to simply begin walking to a vampiric bar that I knew was close by. I didn't even have to look behind me to know that Vincent was following.

To be continued in Chapter Two.

Whee! And that's the first chapter folks ^^ It'll pick up. Look forward to a bit of a violent-ish scene next chapter. Y'know with all the racism going on with the vampires and then Luc taking Vincey to a bar overrun with full blooded vampires… there's bound to be a fight, right?

[1] Lucas is pronounced Luke-us, Luc is pronounced like Luke, and Maverick is pronounced mah-v-AIR-EEk (French sounding)
[2] Vincent, for the French-ish sounding sake of names will be pronounced vEEn-sahnt, and Duval shall be pronounced dOO-vahl