Summary: During a war between Angels and Vampires, a forbidden love develops.
The whole fucking vampire community sucks. If I wouldn't be killed right away out there, I would have ran away a long time ago. But you see, life as a vampire is not as easy as one would imagine. It goes like this:
Let's say, I'm a vampire named Jack. I'm a happy, strong vampire, sucking the blood out of people. But I'm also a very stupid vampire, thinking I can beat the world on my own. I walk out of this rotten vampire area, across the heavily guarded wall. I see rich plains, and I walk until I see a little village full of people! That's nice, blood for me to suck.
I search for the most innocent girl that lives here. I walk up to her, grab her and…
I die. One of those fucking angels jumps on your back and stabs your heart out.
The end of Jack.
Of course, when the vampires go out hunting together, they get back at them. But the war is endless, so fuck it. I have no hope of ever setting foot out there again. And, since I don't have to hunt for food anymore, I don't even have to. Other vampires can do that for me.
Oh, and how I hate that little fluffy rat inside my dungeon. I know I can't hurt him, I can't even carve a scratch on him. The smell of his blood would make me insane.
I have to find another way to make him bow for me. And I happen to know the weakness of a little fallen angel, thinking he has been abandoned by everyone he loves…
My plan's about to start.
I walk down the stairs to the cold dungeon. He is looking at me with a blank stare in his eyes. He's not even asleep yet, which is a good sign, I assume.
I start out the same as usual… My timing will have to be perfect.
I open his golden cage and admire his naked body, tied up to the bars of the cage. A glimmer of malice must be evident in my eyes: I can't –better said, I don't want to- hide it. I stroke my hand across his belly, and then slam my first into that exact spot. It must have hurt, but he doesn't make a sound. Not that I expected him to…
I switch my mind to blank. I've always had to do this to survive, and if I play this last role well… Who knows what the future might have in store for me.
I start punching and slapping him, grabbing his throat, showing desperation in my eyes. I see him thinking… there he goes again.
…Then I let myself fall on the cold floor, right at his feet.
I let my tears flow. Sobbing, I cry out softly the name of my mother.
He smirks at me. I stand up, dragging myself up with the help of his body. I lick his neck, though not with the intention to bite. The tears are still flowing, and I rub my cheek against his, warming him with my body. I hear a soft intake of breath, the first response I've heard from him in these weeks that I have him.
This might actually work.
After some ten minutes, I settle down a little. I turn my head away, ashamed, or so it seems. I close my eyes, and open them again, looking right at his big blue orbs. They're so blue it hurts to look at them.
"What's your name?" I whisper.