Night's Sorrow

By Kentai Hentai

Prologue: Intro of the Gothic Doll

Darkness is not something to be enjoyed but it's all I know. I've never seen the light it was gone before my grandfather was even thought of. I really have nothing to compare this darkness to but I know there has to be something better. Or at least there once was something better. Something that use to protect us from these creatures that thrive in this eternal night and off of us. Without that something we only have a few more years left. How the human race has survived this long is beyond me but we have. All I have is a few specially created bullets to protect me and when they run out I'll just be another leftover from a vampire's meal. It'd be nice to be like those in the stories I read and have the choice of believing or not but I'm forced to believe. I've seen them with my own eyes, felt their cold flesh at my hand yet I still wish to refuse them. If only I could.

Quietly I let myself fall into the pit that will lead me to my fallacious solace hoping no one noticed I was gone. I'm not in the mood for interrogation I'd rather swim with leeches first, completely nude. Like a cat I always land on my feet the impact of the cement with my boots no big deal. Strangely it's silent in every single tunnel and there is no one in sight. As I get closer to the usual meeting place the smell of death evades my every sense threatening to suffocate me. The bodies are piled one on top of the other in the very center of the room. I start to feel light headed and everything is spinning so I put my hand against the wall to keep from falling. Wetness lingers there so I bring my hand in front of my face, blood, it's covered in it. Turning to the side I empty all the contents of my stomach till there's nothing left and only bile comes up.

"That disgusting is it? Imagine seeing this over and over being part of the cause no matter how much you wish you were one of them. That your life could fade into nothing as theirs does but no you continue on." Wiping my mouth on the sleeve of my jacket I stare at the source of the sultry voice. It was told to me that only the beautiful are converted but when they change the beauty horrifies. This woman that stands before me is the most beautiful creature I have ever seen but holds such a vicious aura, like at any moment she'll pounce and rip out my throat. Yes she reminds me of a black panther with a mane deeper black than any of the cat's cousins. She wears a silver bikini, the bottom of it skirts flowing that barely cover her body only saving the decency that it makes the viewer want to test. I won't argue with her style of dress it gives quite the view to her Barbie- resque body but it's pale beyond pale like she is a sculpture craved from the purest of alabaster.

"Let me kill you and you won't have to take part in any of it anymore." She stands walking towards me with unspeakable grace, looking ethereal in the darkness, the black fabric of her skirt soaking up the blood on the floor as she moves.

"I can't, I haven't made a true difference yet in this war for blood. When," she was pressed against me now her almost silver eyes lingering on my lips, "I have turned the tables then you may kill me, I promise."

"Why should I believe the word of a beast?" I reached for either of my guns but she noticed grabbing my wrists and slamming me back into the wall. Due to her feminine frailty I had forgotten she could easily shatter my skull into dust with a flick of her wrist. Her face was so close to mine the tip of our noses touched but no breathe came from her mouth like mine did in pants, this meant she was one of the truly old ones who really did not have to breathe or was sired by one of the elders. If either was true she could kill me without even having to touch me so why would she choose me to end her life?

"My word is all I have left," her eyes once again fell on my lips; I wondered what of them fascinated her so. She leaned back a bit I for the first time seeing the collar she wore with a broken leash hanging from it. So amongst themselves they have pets, I shouldn't have expected any less.

"So whose word is it I'm supposed to hold high?"

"That does not matter. When I'm ready I'll search you out and you will kill me." I tried to free my wrists from her grip but that only caused her to tighten her hold.

"How can you search me out?"

"By the smell of your blood," she sniffed my neck and I swore I felt her flick her tongue out onto my skin. So weird that now I felt her breathe hot against my skin, almost like a raging fire was erupting.

"Stop that."

"What's wrong? You don't like it?" Her voice was playful, eyes holding a teasingly seductive gleam that left me a little bewildered.

"Why are you here?"

"Loqui asked me to check if any children were sired but not a single one. They must've taken them with them, hopefully they haven't shown them to Loqui yet or I'll be punished."

"Punished?"

"A few spankings, a little bit of whipping nothing I'm not used to. So pretty little mortal boy what's the name of my assassin?" It was frightening how she seemed so excited by the prospect of her own death, but she had already experienced it once.

"Daigen."

"Day-gen? Fascinating. So our pact is made sealed with a demon's kiss," she bit her lip and I opened my mouth to protest as she prepared to bite my own. I was silenced before I could make a word as she delved her tongue into my mouth, blood like acid to my taste buds pouring into my mouth. I felt my own lip cut by one of her sharp eye teeth, the blood mingling in our mouths losing the bitter taste it previously possessed and becoming lustfully sweet. I couldn't help but follow her as she tried to break the kiss, I unable to stop her as she held me back leaving me heaving hard to get needed air back into my lungs but desperate to have it taken away again.

"Wha.," she wiped the blood off my lips with her thumb suckling it as she let me droop down to the floor.

"Till we meet again mon chère," she waved good bye while walking away disappearing into the ever present shadows. I wanted her to come back to explain why she so gladly forfeited her life to me. I could never have the courage to do such a thing, I wish I had her immortality death is much too final.

End Prologue

(Other chapters will not be in Daigen's POV they will be simple outside POV so all scenes can be shown with no limits to one character's sight. This was just to introduce my main gal in a fun way even though I didn't say her name. And no she's not French even though she did say my dear in French but you'll understand that later.)