An: Ah, and I so I start the story. First off, this may at first seem a bit like the Anne Rice books, but they are not. The story will be quite different and I'm sure you'll see a couple things different with the vampires as well (mainly traits). Second, it's a bit slow now since I am 'just' starting it off. But it will get started later on. Everything is just taking spots now. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this.
Warning: This story will contain yaoi/shonen-ai (Male X Male) later on. Probably in the next book but I thought you should know. May also consist of slight incest, but I'm not sure yet.
: Of Scarlet Dewdrops :
Part I
Amongst the Orchards
Every night I sat under the stars and prayed for you to come. It has been years now and my skeleton is still waiting there.
To me, a breath is a breath. Each long, savoring sweep of air I take into my lungs will usually consist of the same smells. A fragrance of the streets, of dust, of an old rusting feeling; something I was conditioned to. However, after my long sleep the waft I inhaled was a bit off. Let me state a couple more things before I go on; otherwise would baffle you and I don't enjoy apologizing too many times.
I have been called a number of things in my lifetime. People have fashioned me with tags such as monster, the undead, the immortal and even a saint. But of all terms, I'm positive the best known is a vampire. Think of whatever you would like when such a word is placed into your mind. There are many different variations to it. And for an even more proper greeting, my name is Gabriel. It has not always been my fashioned name, but that's not important. As I had been saying, I had been in a deep slumber for quite some time; so this new smell was a bit unusual for me.
The twenty-first century contained a bit of a contaminated sort of essence. Not exactly a foul type, but contaminated nonetheless. The walk I took on the streets of London – which I had not taken for a long time now – surprised me by the greatest. Where were the cobble stone roads? Where was the extravagant clothing? Even the beautiful humans that used to model these apparels were long gone. To see all that had replaced such grand things angered me at the least. With a rather forceful jut to my step, I quickly clambered up an apartment wall. I needed to think; somehow clear my mind.
I didn't want to peek down from my new hiding place. I knew if I did, I would be forced to stare down at a ruined world. Most of the girls wore skirts (that in my taste were more like undergarments) and things such as frilly shirts; truthfully the only thing that did to me was make me hungrier. The boys were really as depressing as the girls; huge pants and simple shirts. It's not as if these new articles of clothing did not tempt me; it did much more. But there was no glory to it. No mystery at all. No class. The etiquette dresses and neat suits I had long ago laid my eyes on had made me shiver in thirst. It made me think, 'how beautiful'. That was gone now and it was distressing.
London itself wasn't really any better. The buildings were much taller now and the old bricks and stones had disappeared. I'm sure the old style houses still existed, I just had to travel around a bit more. But there was still a small doubt in me. When I put together the images of the people and the figures around them, the air suddenly became even heavier. I wanted to go back to sleep. The world would most likely end by then anyways.
I'm sure I would have done something rash if it had not been for the thought that instantly sprawled across my mind. The theatres. The gorgeous played out romances and dramas; they had to be around. It took me a while to properly search. With all the mortals around, jumping from here and there wasn't wise, but in the end it proved worthy. When my eyes did finally travel up the stones and decorations of the much-changed theatres, I felt as if a great weight had been lifted off my condemned soul; even though my soul had and always would be damned. They were still there. The buildings weren't as grand as before but they were there. Solid and satisfying.
I was too exhausted to look around further; it was more my insides that lacked energy then myself. Either way the stabbing, pit feeling was fighting against any ideas I had to continue my venture; so I retired. Going back to the mansion relieved me of all stress possible. It had been well kept while I was gone and unlike all of London, it was exactly the way I left it. A glorious revenue into the past I must say. I walked up the wide, carpeted stairs, loving absolutely every second of it and finally reached my library. As soon as I unlocked the door with the old-fashioned rusty key, I thanked the world for such little comforts. It was all books upon books and vivid colors upon so many other tints. Oh how perfect. Not a novel was out of place.
For the remainder of the night I sat warm and tired in the plush of my divan, reading page after page of random stories. I really didn't have much to do. I never really had friends, just people that came and went. It's a bit of a challenge to have someone to talk with when you aren't human. Of course I had met a couple vampires like myself in my days, but they were just 'there'. Nearly all vampires have one thing in common; they constantly travel. So it's hard to keep 'friendly' relations, as you may call them.
With these thoughts traveling through my mind I picked up a book I had read too many times. "The Vampire Lestat" – It was definitely a book that interested and surprised me no matter how many times I read it. I never read the first or the rest or the rest of the series. As much as the story met my taste, I didn't have the want for the others. It's always interesting how humans viewed me (and others like me), but if I read too many views of one thing, I tend to get annoyed. But even so, Lestat seemed so delicious to me. If he had been an actual creature I would have certainly traveled long to meet him.
Soon enough I closed the book and set it aside onto the oak end-table. Now 'I' was tired. It almost amazed me how I was able to walk down those same stairs and even lower into the bottom quarters of the mansion. I had to make it to my coffin (call me old fashioned) or I would flop myself on the basements cement floors and drift away into sleep right there. One way or another I dragged myself over to my chamber and slipped into the safe habitat I knew too well (and had missed so much). My coffin was the most beautiful object of the day. The smell of old wood was so familiar to me and treated me with the scent of sweet candles almost. Yes, I could easily fall asleep to this smell. A light yet comforting smell; absolutely perfect. Slowly the previous visions started to ebb away from me and I started thinking of what would come after the new sun fell. I would most likely wake up hungry and have to feed. Then it would be best to search for some new entertainment. Like always, like always. Ideas swirled in my head and the fragrance of wood locked itself in my nose; with such beautiful ingredients I fell into my deep, and most wanted slumber.
An: One chapter over. Please review with input, nice long input. I like hearing what others think.