...Errm, normally I am not too comfortable sharing my original fiction but here we go...:_; Please don't hurt me. This idea somehow floated to me. Ok, I know a few French names, so sue me. And I really want to turn this into some form of an Manga-type thing. Here are some words for you:

Gaul-The Gauls were a tribe much like the Celtic who settled into present day France.

I am the elder, Marcel...I shall explain this to you.

For three hundred and fifty centuries, a war has been broiling between covens of the night. The Margaux clan, such horrendus, descipable clan, has swore alliegance to the most cursed of our kind, Kain. But he has lay dormant in the netherworld for centuries, beyond human's knoweldge, but this about to change. These blasphemous memebers of the Margaux clan have vowed to reawaken Kain and destroy the very laws of Lilith that have kept peace within the mortals and the undead. Therefore, we as a group, the Versialles clan have decieded to come together as one to pick someone to stop this autrous sin.

A negioator. Or, in mortal terms...A savior. One who will destroy the Margaux clan, regardless of themselves. We may be undead, impure creatures to humans, but we are intertined together and we must fight it at all costs...

Therefore, my daughter, a human child will be appointed the negioator, and shall kill the last remints of the Margaux clan. But if my daughter were to violate any law of Moses or even of our own kind, she will be doomed as me to wander the earth....

1898, Bordeux, France.

Regardless of inner altercations and disputes, the Versialles clan pressed on with their meeting. Surprisingly, Marcel was attending, which was unlikely of her. But even more alarming, she brought her only daughter, Lumiere. Lumiere was a short girl of her age at seventeen. She was barely past five feet at height and her dark brown hair was always neatly pulled back, her eyes were always bright and studing her surroundings. Lumiere looked like she was only twelve from the way her mother had her dressed. She was never allowed to dress like regular girls her age, let alone human girls. Lumiere had soft rosey pink cheeks despite the fact she hardly left her room. Her nose, was indeed like her mother's. It was not big nor small...an intresting balance between the two. When she spoke, her soft, full pink lips made each wor eloqently to her listener.

Lumiere was sheltered from the outside world (the human world if you will). She spent her tutoring in a small room with strict tutors. Not every girl knew to read or write the same was as Lumiere did. She was smarter than most girls. However, Lumiere had a strange fascination with pirates. She adorned her large room with soft paintings of oceans..she could never paint herself. Marcel kept Lumiere hidden from the world, fearing for her daughter's mortal soul to stay clean. Any slip or any sin could tarnish her soul for eternity. As promised, Marcel would sacrafice her young daughter to "negoiate" with eneimy clans-expecially the Marguax clan.

Carefully, Marcel arranged a carrage to a small chateu outside of Bordeux. For the weapon she was carrying was no other than the sword of St. Constantine, meant to be used at the hands of Lumiere. Outsiders threatened the security of Lumiere and the sword. Marcel kept the weapon conclead until after dusk, she took Lumiere to an ally, behind a buliding.

"I will explain this to you and only once, Lumiere," she shook her index finger at her daughter who stood obeidently under her. "Under no circumstances are you to leave the meeting, understood?" Lumiere looked at her breifly "Yes, mother." Marcel sighed and unwrapped the long, cross-shapped sword. She carefully handed it to Lumiere who gave her a puzzled look.

"Uh...what is this, mother?" Lumiere asked to her mother. Marcel squinted and spoke more loudly, her fangs even showed to her. "This is the sword of St. Constantine," Marcel glanced behind her "You must never lose it, Lumiere! It is yours, for you are our choice!" Lumiere unflinchingly nodded; her mother's fangs were nothing to her. "Yes, mother." Marcel grasped her daughter's hand and ran towards the carrage out of the dark ally and shoved her daughter into it quickly.

Not far from the carriage, he sat looking threw, talking to one of his own consulants. "Marcel is easily decived," He said to the man next to him. "You can manipulate the poor whench, take the child, and get the sword." The dark man said leaning to the fair blonde man, he nodded to him. "You can trust me, my prince."

Half past seven, Marcel and Lumiere walked into the main room. The main room was always brightly lit with candles and chandelers, quite unusal for creatures of death to have bright room with vases of red roses. And the clan set in a large circle of the usual one hundred and twenty formation. There, in the front towards the door was LaFayette, the current advisor to the clan as the elder was on leave. Marcel was greeted with the usual overtone...After all, she was the oldest elder there.

"Greetings, Marcel!" Merci greeted the elder with a low bow. "Hello, Lumiere, dear sweet child!" She nodded to the short Lumiere. Lumiere said nothing. The whole greeting seemed to repeative to her. "Shall we began?" LaFayette sat at the largest chair accross from Merci and Marcel.

"Oh, of course," Merci quickly ran her hand threw her thick, red curls and returned to the left side of a tall, dark-haired elder. Marcel sat to the left of LaFayette while Lumiere sat next to her mother, again with another Gaul elder. They were all Gauls, practically.

LaFayette quietly sipped his blood as the younger ones whispered to one another in complete awe of him.

"As we all know," He began flicking a piece of his tied blonde hair back and blinked his green eyes. "The Margaux clan has reunited in ties and has even set afoot on the new world's soil. Their plans are sinful and they must be destroyed. For if they succeed, we fail to Lilith and our masters. We must keep the mortal and unaging world intact, they must never be in balanced. So, we have choosen our negoitator."

Marcel quickly gestured to Lumiere to walk in front of LaFayette. Lumiere left her chair and stood in front of him, waiting his next words.

"Our negoiator," LaFayette continued to his feet. "Is Marcel's mortal daughter, Lumiere. And if I remeber correctly, she has been trained to meet her requirement. She has been intrusted with the sword of St. Constantine." LaFayette's words echoed throughout the main room and all of the creatures sat in silence.

"Under no circumstances or situations, Lumiere," LaFayette eyed her closely. "Are you to abandon your duty to remain sinless, you must vow to not tarnish your chasity. If you do anything beyond our laws and the mortal laws, your soul will be doomed as Kain's. Understood, little child?"

Lumiere bit her tongue. She hated how they refered her to a small child. She looked at LaFayette's rich green jacket and nodded to him. "I understand," she softly said to the main hall. Her words were unheard to some. LaFayette clasped his hands together. "Exellent. You will be sent to Paris for further instructions from the rest of the clan."

The coven conversed quickly, some leaning towards Marcel, congratuating her for her daughter's agreement.

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