Author’s Note: Oh this story I have high hopes for and I would VERY much appreciate it if you would kindly read and review…PLEASEEEEEEEE!!!! ^_^ anyway this chapter is kinda weird, but nevertheless good… or well I think since I never wrote stories like this… I mean I wrote stories with vampire’s for a long while but not with such…umm…lust and stuff like that…so then…uh, lemme just stop writing so you can read! ^_^ um, but don’t if you find all this lust thing kinda disturbing cuz it kinda is…well in this chappie anyway…

SHIRO NO KYUUKETSUKI [Castle of Vampires]

Summary: Damien Wake always longed for Elena Williams… but his ‘curse’ provokes her hatred for him… she makes an agreement that Damien can have her child and Damien still remembers till this day… the day where technology rules and he still lives in the outskirts of England in his castle…

A group of 5 Students from Japan decided to take a trip to this England, but unfortunately they get lost in the woods and find a deserted castle… or so they think… now a legend of LUST and terror is awakened again… now these 5 students are trapped in that world, literally… What does Maiya have to do with this place? Why does she get these premonitions? And why does this “person” claiming to be Damien Wake want with her? …

Prologue: England, 1877

The smell was harsh in England today… a smell of sin… of blood, of lust and of evil, lurking somewhere not to far away from Elena Williams. She ran frantically through the cold night air, tears running down from her soft baby-like face. She was at such a young age, about 18 or so. Her blonde curly hair was loosely bouncing as she ran straight toward a river. She panted as she quickly uncovered her baby that she kept hidden within her coat. She couldn’t keep this baby… such a baby as to be living in such a horrid world was simply unacceptable… she needed to get rid of it somehow, she could have simply given it to the baby’s father, but he was killed… killed by one of those fearsome monsters, like everyone else she knew… She had nowhere else to turn to except to send the baby down the river… that was her only chance… the baby’s only chance…

She quickly hurried when she heard something crack nearby. She wrapped the baby up in a basket that she hoped wouldn’t sink and she let it out into the only thing that seemed peaceful, the reflection of the moonlight on the river was beautiful. It blocked out the thought of anything bad happening to the baby… only for a moment, even as the infant cried. Elena said a quiet prayer. She hopped that this child shall live on and produce heirs. That she would live happily away from this England, a place where sin is just waiting for someone to tempt, a place in which she was born into…

The soft crack of a branch startled Elena as she turned around in fright, knowing who was there… or more like what was there. A tall shadowed figure stood in front of her.

“Where do you think you are going, dear Elena?” a low English voice came from the shadow. That low voice had send chills down her spine, such a low, but cold voice. His voice wasn’t the only thing that seemed cold, it was also the figure’s eyes as it came into view, the moonlight hitting him. A deep gray, a gray that seemed the color of a old rock that had been through years of torture and as rain fell upon it… it aged even more so, it seemed to fade…

“Surely dear Elena you were not possibly thinking of escaping. For it seems obvious to me that there is no such thing as ‘escaping’… for you that is” Elena felt another wave of fear and chills after hearing the man’s voice. She looked at him, it was as if he was not himself. His voice wasn’t his, it didn’t seem right. His face was handsome, you may even say beautiful, his face was shaped ever so finely and  would be considered beautiful as well, and thus made the man seem around the age of 18 or slightly older, but only slightly. His somewhat long strawberry blonde hair made him more handsome, but also even more mysterious.  ‘How can a person so handsome be so evil…? An attempt of the devil’ Elena thought to herself still looking upon such a man. The man noticed her gaze upon him, “Does my beauty enchant you, dear Elena?” he asked and stepped forward giving Elena a better look at him as the light seemed to capture his features  more than before. She stood and stared at his handsome pale face… The man began again, “for thus your beauty enchants me,” he said and reached out to her face, and caressed it softly before she moved back abruptly. A feeling of fear washed over her and she whispered, “Evil omens…” and took off running through the night, trying to outrun the man who was so calmly running after her through the bushes…

She ran all the way to a dead end, or which it seemed because the heavy thorns on the bush made her escape impossible. Elena looked quickly at her sides and began to run for a little crack in the bush at the side of the thorns, but something was preventing her from doing so. The man grabbed onto the back of her dress and swung her onto the floor effortlessly…

“Elena dear,” he laughed. “I told you there is no such thing as escaping from me.” He let out a sigh, “You were always the stubborn one”. The man narrowed his eyes at Elena, reading her moves. She wanted to run back to the other side while he kept talking. “Dear Ellie…” Elena winced at the name, “DON’T CALL ME THAT!” she yelled hysterically. The last thing she needed was for someone to pronounce her name in that way. Ellie was what she was called by when she was a child and she hated to be reminded of it… Childhood wasn’t all that pleasant.

Elena noticed the man come closer, “Damien! Stay away!” she yelled trying to scramble to her feet, but was forcefully pushed on the ground, Damien’s cold hands holding down hers. He was now onto of her as she yelled, though she knew that did very little good…

Damien kissed her cheek and trailed down to her neck. “You sinful creature!” Elena yelled out through Damien’s lust. He stop and looked at her, still keeping his grasp on her. “Heh, I am the sinful one, am I?” he gave a light and low laughter, “Was it not you who had made love to the tailor boy? You did not even make the commitment of marriage and yet you have a child that is born of an unhealthy soul and you… you speak of me-this sinful creature beyond words… such a creature should be deprived of free will… dwelling on such an earth. I do not think you- also a sinful, but lovely thing should be walking on this earth… or even in heaven. I would not even make you have a sinful soul after your cold slumber…”. Damien’s words were always a riddle to Elena, she had to listen carefully, for he spoke from his heart and would not repeat himself, especially his words seemed so hard to grasp as well for the reason that he had always seem to speak he spoke low. “Well let us put that beside us”. He said grinning ever so sinisterly. He had muffled her scream with a passionate kiss on her red lips. When he released Elena screamed and kicked, “W-why… Damien?” she asked, tears still running down her cheeks and onto the ground… “Why?” he repeated, “Why not?” he laughed evilly. “I wanted to have some… fun before I kill you”. Elena’s eyes grew wide. He quickly let go of her hands for a moment and ripped the front of he nicely crimson, gold decorated English dress, reveling her bare chest now, and he smiled the same smile as always…

A few minutes, a blood-shrilling scream pieced through the night air. “St-stop” Elena cried as Damien was already inside her… he whispered softly into her ear, “Say… say it. Say that you love me” Elena thought that he was absolutely insane, not that before he wasn’t, but why would this matter, such a phrase wouldn’t do anything to Elena right now, she didn’t love him and she never did… “no…” she whispered harshly, she didn’t know what else to say since she couldn’t not while he was doing this to her. Damien facefaulted, “If I can not obtain you I shall obtain your child then…” he said softly once more, but seemed to be out of breath. Elena didn’t say anything and this irritated Damien even more, he wanted her to give herself up to him…and he then thrust himself even more forcefully than before making Elena scream out in pain and tears flowing out even more… “I was not asking you a question. I was telling you… is that clear, Ellie dear?”. Elena shook her head in agreement, not caring anymore on what Damien had called her. She just agreed to sacrifice her child and the next generation of her children’s children… to this monster…

After Damien was tired enough he had stopped, and you then heard another shrilling scream from Elena…

Author’s Note:  SO?SO?! whadda ya think? I was um, kinda “drunk” when I wrote this and I needed to write a lusty thingy going on here… so um, please can ya review… I won’t continue until I have reviews… e_e;;