| The Vampire Who Likes Garlic; Yuuki, a newscaster, is given a job to investigate a small castle where Takuma, a vampire, resides. | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 22 2018, 04:22 PM (2 Views) | |
| RainyMemory | Mar 22 2018, 04:22 PM Post #1 |
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"Why do I have to go here?" Yuuki Shunya, age 23. Newscaster given the task of 'Personal Investigation'. No, this does not mean a personal investigation about me or something I care about or something I'm interested in. I wish it did, but it doesn't. No, it means I have to take a camcorder and go investigate a given topic that I pulled from a hat. "Go on Yuuki-kun, it'll be fun! It's just an old fairy tale that a vampire used to live in that old place!" I mock my coworkers as I walk through a very abandoned field of very tall grass. I whine in irritation as a blade of grass cuts my cheek. If the vampire still lives here, now I'm worried he can smell me. Vampire Castle. Why I had to pull this damn topic and not something like 'Cheesecake Factory' or 'Wine Factory' is beyond me. I guess, for now, I can thank my lack of luck. Or, rather, abundance of bad luck. But all I have to do is take a tour of this dusty old mini-castle, point out some facts about anything I find that I know about. The editor will take out anything uninteresting. At the very least, me being terrified of the place will be entertaining to the viewers. I love my job, I do. I just wish it would love me back and not give me such bullshit jobs like a fucking vampire castle. Who the fuck cares about a vampire castle? If it's so popular they should just come fucking explore it themselves!! I turn on my camcorder as I reach the end of the tall grass. The mini castle is exactly that, a mini castle. "Uwaaa, it's so old." It... it... it.... didn't... it didn't look... abandoned... There.... there weren't any... vines... a...and the grass was cut... about twenty feet... out... Well maybe there were just some people doing up keep on it to scare tourists and kids who come to play around and stuff. So, giving some background on the house, I walked around the perimeter before very hesitantly starting my way inside. It was a good thing that I brought plenty of cds to record this on, considering I wasn't going to be going very fast at all. Which I always wondered about. Why you go slow when you're scared, until something jumps out at you? Wouldn't it be faster to just go fast the entire way through and get it over with and run past anything that comes after you? I gave a quiet knock on the door before stepping in. "Of course no one would answer, right?" Giving a very unconvincing laugh in an attempt to hide my fear, I left the door open behind me and started to creep into the house. Glancing around, I found a familiar pocket watch. Checking behind me nervously, I went over to it and shined my flashlight on it. Giving a very fast description of it's year, where it was made, how rare it was; I was suddenly cut off by the door slamming shut and a hall light turning on. For a pretty old house, it seemed to have electricity installed. But that was an after thought, as I dropped my camera and ran for the door. "Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God..." Trying the handle, it moved but the door wouldn't open no matter how hard I pulled. "Oh god, oh no no no no! Fuckfuckfuck ok ok I can't panic. I can't panic. There has to be another way out. Another door." Forgetting my camera, I held tightly onto the bag strap across my chest that had my weapons in it. The lights all over the house were on, so a flashlight probably wasn't like the sun. But I brought five holy water containers, two crucifixes and a rosary, a wooden stake, a knife made out of silver (though I'm pretty sure that's warewolves), and I ate lots of garlic before coming here and rubbed some garlic on me and my clothes and I had some garlic cloves in my bag and a garlic necklace; the last of which I pulled out and put on, as well as holding the prayer beads in the same hand as the stake and holy water in another. There wasn't any sound aside from the click of my shoes. Not even the floor boards really made any creaking sounds. Nothing was really dusty, nothing smelt like mildew or mold or decay. The house was very, very obviously... being lived in. "It's ok. It's totally ok." "What's ok?" Turning around very slowly, I looked behind me. The smell of blood becoming suddenly evident as I was met by a face directly across from mine; so close our noses were almost touching. Stuck in momentary shock, I couldn't move until the person leaned up and licked my cut cheek. Letting out a very girly scream, I panicked and made to hit him across the face with the stake, but he turned to smoke when I made contact. Panting, I stared at where the man had been. He was just slightly shorter than I, there was definitely some colour in his skin but it wasn't much. His eyes were a bright gold and his hair was black and his tongue was warm and he just turned to smoke oh my God he just turned to smoke and he smelt like fresh blood and turned to smoke... "That wasn't very nice." Turning around much faster this time, I screamed and flung the opened bottle of holy water. As soon as I threw it, however, I froze when I realized that this... this now very unamused vampire... was not the one I had just been faced with. Turning around and taking off at top speed, I didn't hear anything beside my own panting and foot steps. The house was three stories, so there should be plenty of rooms for me to hide in. But it was a vampire! A vampire and this was his house that I was sent to and I just threw ineffective holy water at him! What the fuck was that?! The stake had earlier been sprinkled with water by the same priest and that made the other one turn into smoke!! Was it because this one was stronger?! Did I just kill his friend?! Oh my fucking GOD he was going to kill me for sure now!! After scrambling around the house trying to make sure I lost him, I opened a random door and hurried inside. Closing and locking the door behind me, I leaned my back against it for a second and closed my eyes. Letting out a shaky breath, I calmed my breathing before opening my eyes again. I was so shocked by the tall figure standing there, that my voice didn't even come out when I opened my mouth to scream. Reaching for my bag, I chucked garlic cloves at him, which he swatted away harmlessly as he got closer to me. The holy water didn't work, the garlic didn't work, the crucifixes the beads didn't work. Being hit with various things irritated him, and he swatted the flashlight out of my hand when I shone it in his eyes. He smelled sweet. "Would you stop using such old tricks against me? But you smell quite good, don't you? It's a bit over powering, though." His eyes moving to my garlic necklace, I trembled so hard I thought I was going to vibrate out of my clothes. Both his hands pinned my two wrists against the closed door, one holding the wooden steak tight and the other the silver knife. W-weren't vampires supposed to hate garlic? Wasn't holy water supposed to burn them? What was the point in things like crucifixes and prayer beads? I knew there was a reason I wasn't catholic. But... he sure was... good looking, wasn't he? Black hair slicked back perfectly, purple eyes that felt like they were pulling me in, a very light coloring in his skin; and he smelled oh so good. Was I feeling dizzy because of him? Or just because of the fear? Probably the fear, right? He's about to suck my intestines out through my neck, I don't have any reason to feel turned on by him or anything. Sure he's good looking with his long eyelashes and smooth looking skin and he smelt like something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but he was a vampire! About to kill me! Finally getting some sense back, I tried to move my pinned wrist just enough to cut him a little with the knife, but I long dropped it and the stake on the floor. Before I could start begging for my life, however, my eyes moved up from the weapons on the floor and onto the vampire's half closed eyes as they seemed much closer to mine than I remember. Which, they were. Much closer. But more than that, his eyes seemed fixed on my lips. Not my neck, but my lips. Which was almost scarier, but I found myself wanting it. Which I shouldn't. I really, really shouldn't. But something about him was making my head feel scrambled in a good way, and needy in the same way, and hungry for something that wasn't food. "No..." Barely getting a protest out, I leaned forward ever so slightly to meet his lips. Getting pressed back further against the door. I groaned, or more whimpered, as his tongue got into my mouth. He tasted like... like garlic? Why? Was that what he meant when he said I smelled good but strong? He didn't mean I smelt like fear or blood or anything... but the garlic? Wasn't he a vampire? Those are definately his fangs I'm feeling with my tONGUE!! OH GOD WHY AM I KISSING A VAMPIRE?! Starting to panic, I attempted to pull away with my wrists and turned my face away, now holding my breath. I know what he's doing, I know the smell now. What was it called, though? Something to do with a greek goddess. "You're quite cute, you know." Looking back to him in fear, I couldn't help but gasp as he leaned down and licked my neck. My mind restarted turning to mush, and I ended up moaning when he licked me again. Before I knew it, I had my arms wrapped around his neck and was kissing him back. I remember the word now, aphrodisiac, but it's too late. I don't care anymore. When I wake up, I'm in a bedroom, which is actually the same room I was in before. My mind slowly comes to it's senses and I take in the purple drapes that surround the bed, the shape of some sort of coat rack with maybe a purse on it. Then, I turn my head to the right, and I find a body. Nearly screaming, I sit up fast only for my head to spin and to pass back out. When I wake up again, I cling tight to the sheets and force myself to take deep breaths and calm down. The person to my right isn't there anymore, but I can hear two people talking in a language I don't know and I can see silhouettes just beyond the drapes on the right side of the bed. I'm definitely naked, but I try to not think about that. It's not hard when I realize I have an IV in my arm and a bandage around my neck. That 'coat rack' is probably a blood drip. I look around as carefully as I can for my bag, but I can't find it or anything else. Though those might be my clothes on the table next to me. But even if they were, I don't know what to do. If I move around too fast, I'll just collapse, probably. There was also no current means of escape and I don't have any clothes. Biting my lip, I look toward my right again. The conversation between the two figures ends and the curtain moves to the side. "Ah..." The gold eyed one is back, but both of them are much more naturally coloured when it comes to their skin tone. They're not tan or anything, they're still kind of pale, but it seems a lot more normal. The curtain closing slowly, the gold eyed one eyed me suspiciously as he closed it and resumed talking with the taller, purple eyed one. Which was very vaguely amusing. My red eyes seemed more vampireish than their's. But that wasn't the point! The point right now was that were they vampires or not?! No, right? No way vampires existed! I got to the house that these normal people were living in, and they thought I was a burglar (which wasn't unsurprising with all the fancy stuff I'd seen), so they attacked me, found my reporter's badge, and were now treating me. Right. I'd panicked because I thought they were vampires when I first saw them and then when I was knocked unconscious, I had a weird dream. But there... wasn't a bandage on my head, and there was one on my neck. Not even the part of my neck you'd hit to knock me out. Not to mention I'm also very, very naked. Oh, no, I get it! They must've hit me with a sedative, that's why there was a bandage on my neck, and why I got dizzy when I sat up! Then... then they raped me in my sleep! ...But, I could feel a bandage had been put on the cut on my cheek, so if they were kind enough to bandage a previous wound, too, would they rape me in my sleep? Well, there was such a fetish, right? But that didn't explain why I was being given blood and not IV fluids. Alright, but even if nothing made sense, vampires didn't make sense, either! Vampires didn't exist! The curtain opening again, this time from the other side, the purple eyed one sat next to my legs while the gold eyed one sat on the right side of the bed and crossed his legs. The one to my right was in a grey cardigan of sorts with a low-dip neck and a dress shirt with the first two buttons undone, as well as a pair of blue-grey... dress pants, maybe? I couldn't tell what the matieral was, but it was all rather normal and unvampirish. At least he's not dead, though. I didn't kill him after all. "Are you feeling alright? We drank a lot, so..." Looking over to the purple eyed one, who was dressed in a plush black robe, and it seemed to be only that. Drank a lot, though? We did? All three of us? Eh, was I passed out because I was drunk, then? But when would I have gotten drunk with these two? "Sorry... I'm... suffering some amnesia? We drank?" The purple eyed one tilting his head slightly, I studied his confused expression and tried to see past his lips when he spoke. Though at the same time I kept my vision away from there. "Eh? No, Izo and I drank. But don't worry! If you just rest for a little longer you'll feel better." The gold eyed one apparently being called 'Izo', I looked over to him for a few seconds before looking back to the purple eyed one in confusion. "Why do I need to rest?" This time Izo answered, and if his name with the kanji I imagined it was, I couldn't help but think it sure fit him. "He's not accepting the reality, Takuma, it's easier to just tell him straight." Looking over as he answered, I scrunched my eyebrows together, not really getting the situation. It... couldn't be, right? It was just some strange messed up train of events that I didn't quite catch onto. But the cold, bored stare that the smaller man was giving me made my skin crawl. "Straight?" "We're vampires, we drank your blood. Thank you for the meal." The gold eyed man... no, vampire, hissed his teeth at me and my skin went cold and clammy and pale so abruptly, even though I was already kind of unwell from losing blood, that it made Takuma stand up and attempt to calm me down saying they wouldn't hurt me and they didn't do anything weird to me and I would be ok to go back as long as I didn't tell anything weird to anyone. "Didn't do anything weird?! Then why am I naked?!" Snapping without meaning to, I looked over to him and he set his hands on his hips. "We fucked." "Without my consent!" "You nearly started it! I didn't force you into anything!" "You drugged me!" "I did not, that's so rude! It's not my fault you're attracted to me! I didn't know my cologne would have that effect!" Cologne? Though the sweet smell was fainter now, if I focused, I could still smell it vaguely. Sighing, I rubbed my face with the hand that didn't have blood being pumped into it's attached arm. But it came to me again, that these are vampires, that they probably were really going to kill me and they were just filling me back up so they could have their blood warm. I was going to spend the rest of my days as their, like, blood microwave. But... no way, right? People would notice I'm missing! They know where I went for work! "If you don't let me go..." People will come looking? Wouldn't that be nice for them? A whole group of people to eat for dinner and dessert. "If you... um..." My hands clenching, I lost my voice while they both kind of just laughed and waved it off. The one named Takuma saying they'd take good care of me. I didn't really think I cared for the sound of that. But Izo apparently had to take his leave, saying something in the language from earlier that made Takuma glare at him angrily; this meant I was now alone again, with the vampire that just fucked me. But he only told me to rest before leaving to the other side of the curtains and seemingly digging around through his clothes. Really, I was sick of resting by now, but my butt was only vaguely sore right now and I was scared to move and end up waking up some horrible shooting pain that came with getting a dick stuck in you and pounded in the arse multiple times for a good while. Guess I was just lucky it wasn't my very first time, but it was my first time I felt so grateful to my two old friends who are a little too curious for a pair of airheads. When I woke up, I didn't know what day or time it was. It felt like I'd rested for weeks, but at the same time it felt like minutes. The drip was gone, and I'd been put into some black silk pajamas but was going without underwear it seemed. But they were silk not jeans, so if I put the situation to the side, it was nice. Though they were a little small on me, but not horribly so. Getting up very slowly, I pushed the curtain open and reexamined the room. A shelf of books, knick-knacks, perfume bottles... I can't allow myself to get distracted very long, however, as I don't know where the two vampires are. I open the door a bit, after getting what of my stuff I could find, and look both ways before slipping into the hall. Walking down the hall, I manage downstairs without incident. I'm missing my camera still, and any anti-vampire weapons that didn't fucking work anyway. A few of my files are shuffled around, so clearly someone went through them, but nothing valuable is missing. Unless you count my wrist watch. Pulling out my signalless phone, only a little more than a day has passed. It's dinner time of the next day since I last checked, which was before this mess started. Trying to sneak my way down the stairs, then through the hall, Takuma turns the corner and I freeze in hopes he sees like a dinosaur. He doesn't. "Ah! You're up! Are you feeling alright?" Eyeing him, not sure about his gentle and happy tone of voice, I lie and say I feel sick. His face falls and he looks me up and down with worry. Probably scared his food is going to rot. I instinctively back up when he steps toward me. He stops as well and he sighs. "I already said I'd take care of you, didn't I? If you're sick, I know some remedies. What's hurting?" I clench my jaw and feel my eyes well up when he walks toward me again before he freezes and groans in irritation before setting his hands on his hips. We stay silent for a few seconds before he just grabs my wrist and leads me to the kitchen. "My... head." Not putting up a fight as I'm grabbed by the shoulders and put in a chair, I sniff back tears and wonder if I can make a break for it. Probably not. But, distinctly, I notice something in the lit oven. "Garlic bread?" "Yeah, for dinner. I have some pasta left over from the other night I want to eat. When you came here, your breath smelt like garlic, so I assumed you must like it to eat it. Even if it was just to try and ward me off." Watching him work, I furrow my brow and try to get a read on him. Vampires are evil, aren't they? They eat humans- or they drink their blood, I don't know if they eat the bodies. But if the bandage on my neck is any proof, they definitely drink blood. Having a rather blue smoothie set in front of me, I was told to drink it while it's cold, otherwise it would be gross. It smelled sweet, and the colour was pretty; but was it poison? Or was it really for my headache? Well, I'm probably going to die, either way. Hesitantly taking a sip, I'm surprised by how good it is and drink more. It's cold but it leaves a warm feeling in my mouth, not giving me brain freeze. It's really... weird, but it's delicious. "Where's the other one?" If I'm going to be having dinner, if he's here, I'd rather not be near him while I eat. Somehow or another, even though he looks weaker and is smaller, that Izo scares me more than Takuma does. "He went home a while ago." Well, at least he didn't live here. "He promised not to tell anyone about you, though. He's a really good friend of mine, so I trust him." I look over to the hall out of the kitchen and purse my lips before drinking more of my headache drink. I suppose, if other vampires were to hear that Takuma had a pet human, they'd come for some of my blood. But what would happen if I got out and told the humans about Takuma? Would they come burn this place down? Infiltrate it and get eaten? That's assuming I get out of here alive. Being led into the dining room now, it was a long table like you might see in movies, but not quite as long as most. Having a bowl of Penne Pasta set in front of me. Basil was set over it and the sauce looked somewhat creamy. I looked across the table at him as he set down his own bowl. I half expected him to have blood as his sauce, or as his drink. But he just had the same thing I had, and a glass of water, which I was also sporting. "There's some different drinks if you want me to show you so you can chose?" I pass, last time I was "drunk" on something, it was his scent and I woke up naked. Which was almost a shame, he was gorgeous and-- Nevermind. After I ate, we had dessert, which was chocolate ribbon cake. It almost made me angry with what a good cook or baker or chef he was. But if he's a billion and a half years old, I guess that's plenty of time to perfect a hobby. After dessert, he does have some wine, and he pulls his chair from across the table to sitting at the corner to my left. I'd get worried he'd try and bite me again, but he just ate, right? Normal food would fill up a vampire, not just blood? Rather, wouldn't just blood make him sick? Even if he's a vampire, that's like drinking just water! You'd get waterlogged and if you moved you'd vomit if you didn't have some carbs to soak it up. But if blood is like water, he still might want to drink my blood, then, right? "What's it like?" Huh? "You're a reporter, right? You had newspapers and files in your bag, and you had a camera, and you had a reporter's pass. What's it like?" I'd think, if he's a billion years old, that Takuma would have an idea of what the world is like. But I started anyway, and found myself getting rather wrapped up in the conversation. I did love my job, I really did. Getting to meet amazing people, getting to go such outstanding places. Being able to cover problems and find out ways to help. Finding out wonders of this world was amazing, and I loved my friends and coworkers. It was hard at first, and sometimes it still is, but it's rewarding and worth it. I found myself talking for a quite a while, the vampire showing a deep interest in my stories. Without thinking, out of a habit from interviewing, I asked him about his own travels. "I've been tons of places, I'll show you!" Standing up, he motioned for me to follow him and I went ahead with. Probably, I shouldn't be getting so interested in a vampire and being so casual with him. But he was pretty cute when he got excited, and I really wanted to see his collection of whatever he was showing me. The house was already decorated in some pretty old, amazing things. As a reporter, it wouldn't be right of me to let such a chance at seeing things go past me. Being brought to a very large library room, (while it wasn't as big as The Beauty and the Beast, it was still quite awesome) my jaw went somewhat slack as he hurried off to go find something and I looked around and the shelves before me. Hurriedly reaching into my bag, I pull out my notebook, but I don't know where to start or what to write down. I wish I had my camera, because no one would believe me if I told them about this. If I ever got to tell anyone about this, that is. My name being called, I went on over to the vampire and gasped slightly at the picture in front of me. "That's the Crystal Palace, in London. Before it got burnt down, of course. Theeen, this one is the Sutro Baths, taken from the Cliff House in San Francisco. Pennsylvania Station in New York City, the Singer Building in Manhattan, the Sands Hotel in Las Vegas, Dresden Frauenkirche... Oh, that's in--" "Germany... No way, this is amazing, where did you get these?" No, he didn't get them, they were his. He took them, he's in each of the pictures. Which, you could always argue he tampered with the pictures or something, but it certainly seemed like a stretch. There were also some others; like the Great Pyramid of Giza, the Great Wall of China, the Taj Mahal, the Neuschwanstein Castle, the Sydney Opera House... This was a photo book of famous places he'd been. Then, if you look at the spines of books, there's so many different languages and types of book from fiction comics to history school text books even. "You can come in here whenever you want while you're staying." Not really listening, I nodded in dumb agreement and flipped through the pictures before eventually grabbing some books and sitting down to read out of pure amazement and habit. Being left alone in there for a while, I read and took notes. I listened to some sound files he had on a cassette player and some music on a record player. I spent the entire night in there, fully awake because of all the sleeping I'd done previously. When I realized this, I started to sneak out of the library just to nearly run into Takuma, who was holding a tray with some breakfast on it. "Ah, you're done? Let's eat together then!" Was this it? Was he going to eat me for breakfast? Following along hesitantly, I looked around the surrounding area and slipped down a hall once we passed it. Starting with a quiet walk, making sure he didn't hear me, I eventually broke into sprint, though I really had no idea where I was going. When I found some stairs, however, he literally materialized in front of me; successfully startling me so much I fell back on my ass. "Oh, geez, are you ok?" "NO! Stop!! Don't touch me!" Panicking, I glared at him and he froze in place. "What do you want from me? Are you going to eat me, huh? Keep me alive just so you can have fresh blood every day? Use me as a slave? Skin me and cook me and serve my organs to your freaky monster friends?" "That's not very nice, to call us monsters." "Shut up! That's what you are! You're freaks! Now let me go!" Panting slightly, I watched him for something. Like anger or maybe for him to just be fed up with me and either throw me out or kill me already. But he just looked hurt. His violet eyes looked at the floor and then the ceiling before crossing his arms with his nails digging into his arm. "I let you go, and then what?" "Ha?" "I let you go, and then what?!" Takuma now looking at me, I bristle up slightly, wanting to snap at him but not knowing what to say. "You'll go and tell everyone about the vampire that lives here, the monster that lives here, and next thing I know my house is being stormed! Maybe we're out of the era of pitch forks, but people still try to set it on fire! They'll still charge in here to go vampire hunting and, even though it doesn't kill me, getting shot with weird weapons hurts! Then I kill them before they can kill me and then I'm the monster for fighting back against the people that came into my house and attacked me!" We're then very silent, and I wish I could stand up and run away and tell everyone to come and let them kill the vampire who lives here. But I can't bring myself to stand, and now I wonder who's the real villain. In truth, Takuma did not mistreat me. Sure he slept with me, sure he drank my blood; but I was healthy now and unharmed aside from a bite mark. It's not like there wasn't consent, either, when we slept together; and I don't think he really has a lot of other options when some one pillages his house with a bunch of anti vampire weapons. But he could've just killed me, assuming I'm like the rest of the people that come here. "Just because we're not your normal, does not make us freaks!" |
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