Post by Seras Alcaste on Aug 5, 2005 3:32:06 GMT 1
Seras sat in the depths of her cold and dark cell, counting monotously until the the exact hour the guards had beforehand promised her. At percisely midnight, right when a vampire's strangth should surely be at its full, she was to be publically executed. Sure it was as late as ever, but it didn't matter to her, it should only prove to burden a smaller crowd. Nonetheless, she waited, as lonely as ever.
Periodically, guards on duty, or ones leaving for the night would be outside, only to peer in unmercifully at the 'wretched' vampire. Not one even seemed to show any remote signs of a heart as they glared one after another at the poor, little harmed girl. She sat all alone, ready to accept her fate without so much as a quarrel or a word out of her.
It seemed to take forever until the time had come, but soon enough it was indeed the day and moment in which she would be let out of her cell for the last time. Just as they promised, not a minute later, a bulky man came to take her away finally.
Seras walked slowly away, being shoved ocaisionally, as she made her way into the streets and up on a makeshift little spot in which a finely cut and but bland wooden cross lay solemnly within the dead of the night. Just as everyone had expected, the vampire's fangs were long since grown and showed angrily as two men brought her before the cross.
Upon being tied to the wooden planks of the 'holy' object, Seras began to finally have tears in her eyes as two very noticeable men made thier way towards her, one carrying a mallet, the other a handful of pure silver stakes.
A heartfilled and immensly painful cry, accompanied by a minor burning sound shattered the quiet night as Seras had the first of three silver stakes driven through her right wrist, holding her arm in place. It hurt her so much, but the girl tried desperately to hold in yells of pain, but it could not be helped any longer. She began to struggle as a few of the other guards held her down tight. Her other arm was drawn outwards, and again a silver stake tore though her wrist, impailing her beautiful self onto the cross.
It had been what seemed like hours, but only a mere couple of outrageously painful minutes as the cross was erected, and a poor little vampire was hung up like a rag doll. The town watched in almost horror, but more so releif as the girl was dying very slowly. Aside from the pain, there was the fact of bleeding to death, an unlikely way out for her, and suffocation. Being hung up by the arms and such, and having a stake driven through the feet as well, it didn't make for an easy-to breath time to say the least. Nonetheless, if the silver doesn't rot her hands off sooner than she would bleed to death, she would surely give up all hope.
Long after Seras had lost all consciousness, and the crowds before her had left for their homes, all but a few guards were there to watch over the immediate area, being lit up by torches. A lone man, showded in still darkness made his way over towards the exact frontal postion of the cross bearing its victom, a totally irrational and suicidal journey for anyone other than a curious local, which he most certainly was not.
"Hey, its late, go back to your home. There's nothing for you to see here anymore, go on!" A guard yelled, thrusting a fist towards the mysterious figure. Much to his surprise, the man in black was so fast, that he was able to dodge the attack completely, moving to the side of him and swiftly drawing his pistol.
"Goodbye." He spoke sickly, pulling the trigger and spreading the guard's head across the ground before him. This had undoubtedly drawn the attention of all the others, who soon rushed to their deaths. A few more shots rang out with screams and the such as they all lay wasted, dead bodies covering the scene. Moments before, all had been quiet, but now, all the guards lay dead as Hiro Winslet put out the torches and approached the cruicified girl.
"You poor... poor little thing... My god, am I so sorry as ever, my Seras..." He said to her, obviously speaking to himself for she was nearing death and definately far from consious.
Using his pistol, he managed to soon shoot out all the stakes with deadly spot of accuracy and luck, the girl falling into his arms. Just as Hiro had predicted, she was not yet dead as the bleeding had stopped a decent while before. Being vampires, they both had extraordinary amounts of tolerances to death.
Hiro kindly carried his love and fled the scene to a small, yet cozy little house he had managed to 'aquire' a ways outside of Serath city. For now, it was home.
Seras awoke nearly three days later, a pain in her frail but still beautiful body. But as she leaned over to her side, what the girl caught eye of was as astonishing as it was frightening. She instantly tried to get away, unsure of everything, as she fell off the couch and rolled upon the hard-wood floor. Hiro rushed to her side, only to frighten his lover even more. Cowering in a corner of the room, Seras pleaded.
"You...you're supposed to be dead.... NO... my Hiro... he IS dead! I saw it with my own two eyes... but please sir, whoever you are, please don't hurt me... please..." She said in a confused and scared voice, almost as if she was about to go insane.
"Shh... its ok now.... I won't let them hurt you... and by all means, I won't do you any harm. Why its me... your Hiro, can't you see Seras, honey?"
"NO! Hiro is dead! I won't believe it! He's gone! I saw it with my own two eyes. He's DEAD!" Seras screamed in a sick voice, almost as though she were on the brink of insanity.
"Hush hush... little one... its ok... Its really me... Hiro Winslet... Your Hiro... Seras..." the man said to her, leaning over and gently pressing his lips upon hers like they were so fond of back then.
Suddenly, she felt releived as she joyously hugged her lover with all her might, despite her extensive injuries.
"Oh Hiro! I don't know how this can possibly be... but its really you! My Hiro!" The cute vampire exclaimed, soon kissing her lover forcefully as she embraced him. He too wrapped his arms around her frail body gently, enjoying his first kiss in three unbearably long years.
The two moved accross the room, lying on the couch together and still kissing heartfully. Just as they had done so so long ago, and naturally, Seras pulled her lips back, and ran her tongue down Hiro's soft neck.
"Go ahead... Seras...its ok... have all you want..." He muttered lovingly.
Seras' fangs had long since been fully grown, a lust for blood growing deeply within her since she first realized he was back. She held her Hiro tightly, pressing her breasts agains his chest as she bit into his neck.
The moment his skin had been punctured by her teeth, Hiro felt an extraordinary pleasure within himself. It felt so good to have her drinking his blood as he had grown so fond of before.
The vampire continued to drink from her lover, pulling her teeth out of his neck and puncturing it again and again. By now the blood began to flow so profusely that it was beginning to grow hard for her to keep up with his flow. It poured out the sides of her mouth as she desperately savored the beautiful taste and swallowed as fast as her body would allow.
The two were caught in their embrace for quite some time, remaining together as they both longed for each other. His neck now full of holes, he lay their on the brink of unconsiousness, being bled to death by his lover happily. She continued to drink from his neck, soon coughing up all the blood in her stomach and leaving a puddle upon the floor. No matter, as she simply stole more for her own pleasure from her boyfriend.
Growing tired, Seras softly fell in a slumber atop her lover as they both drifted asleep, one by herself, one unintentionally as he passed out.
The sun was allready high in the sky when Seras awoke from her slumber. She hadn't ever slept for more than an hour or so at a time ever since Hiro had turned her into one of his kind, thankfully things may prove to be different now that her lover was back. However, she noticed that her Hiro was still asleep, his breathing very shallow. His neck had stopped its bleeding sometime earlier in the night, but he did seem paler than usual. Being a vampire, loss of blood wasn't known to be a very easy cause of death for him, but Seras had taken so much that by now any normal human being would long since have been bled to death.
By the next afternoon, Hiro had finally came to, much to Seras' delight. She had so much to talk about, so much she wanted ask him. The moment he sat up in couch, she rushed to his sid, taking a seat and instantly bombarding him with question after question.
"Oh Hiro, how are you feeling? Are you ok? How have you been all these years? Where were you? How come you didn't come to see me?" She sat there with a huge smile on her lovable face.
Hiro held a hand to his face as he leaned forward and tried to feel a bit better. The feelings within him desperately wanted his body to fall back asleep, but yet he stayed conscious.
"Seras... im so sorry... Im sorry im so late... I...I hope its ok... if i still want you to be my... my... oh forget it..." He sighed as he stood up, his legs about to give out. Seras sat him back down, with a worried look on her face now.
"NO... no... Hiro... you're mine... I don't care how long its been... you're still my Hiro, and I want you back... please..."
"Aww... Seras..." The vampire hugged his lover in a loving fashion, soon kissing her as they both lay in the couch again. Hiro lay there, his girl on top of himself, thinking things over.
"How... how can I ever hope for her to understand... why... why didn't I just go to her back then... No... no I was supposed to be dead... Why couldn't I jsut stay dead... o well... at least she's back... Im back..." He thought to himself, Seras still holding him. Hiro touched a hand softly to his tender skin, feeling an emptyness inside him. He felt about 4 pairs of holes littered accross the side of his neck, one beginning to bleed slightly once again. Seras leaned over and licked it cutely, loving the taste.
Periodically, guards on duty, or ones leaving for the night would be outside, only to peer in unmercifully at the 'wretched' vampire. Not one even seemed to show any remote signs of a heart as they glared one after another at the poor, little harmed girl. She sat all alone, ready to accept her fate without so much as a quarrel or a word out of her.
It seemed to take forever until the time had come, but soon enough it was indeed the day and moment in which she would be let out of her cell for the last time. Just as they promised, not a minute later, a bulky man came to take her away finally.
Seras walked slowly away, being shoved ocaisionally, as she made her way into the streets and up on a makeshift little spot in which a finely cut and but bland wooden cross lay solemnly within the dead of the night. Just as everyone had expected, the vampire's fangs were long since grown and showed angrily as two men brought her before the cross.
Upon being tied to the wooden planks of the 'holy' object, Seras began to finally have tears in her eyes as two very noticeable men made thier way towards her, one carrying a mallet, the other a handful of pure silver stakes.
A heartfilled and immensly painful cry, accompanied by a minor burning sound shattered the quiet night as Seras had the first of three silver stakes driven through her right wrist, holding her arm in place. It hurt her so much, but the girl tried desperately to hold in yells of pain, but it could not be helped any longer. She began to struggle as a few of the other guards held her down tight. Her other arm was drawn outwards, and again a silver stake tore though her wrist, impailing her beautiful self onto the cross.
It had been what seemed like hours, but only a mere couple of outrageously painful minutes as the cross was erected, and a poor little vampire was hung up like a rag doll. The town watched in almost horror, but more so releif as the girl was dying very slowly. Aside from the pain, there was the fact of bleeding to death, an unlikely way out for her, and suffocation. Being hung up by the arms and such, and having a stake driven through the feet as well, it didn't make for an easy-to breath time to say the least. Nonetheless, if the silver doesn't rot her hands off sooner than she would bleed to death, she would surely give up all hope.
Long after Seras had lost all consciousness, and the crowds before her had left for their homes, all but a few guards were there to watch over the immediate area, being lit up by torches. A lone man, showded in still darkness made his way over towards the exact frontal postion of the cross bearing its victom, a totally irrational and suicidal journey for anyone other than a curious local, which he most certainly was not.
"Hey, its late, go back to your home. There's nothing for you to see here anymore, go on!" A guard yelled, thrusting a fist towards the mysterious figure. Much to his surprise, the man in black was so fast, that he was able to dodge the attack completely, moving to the side of him and swiftly drawing his pistol.
"Goodbye." He spoke sickly, pulling the trigger and spreading the guard's head across the ground before him. This had undoubtedly drawn the attention of all the others, who soon rushed to their deaths. A few more shots rang out with screams and the such as they all lay wasted, dead bodies covering the scene. Moments before, all had been quiet, but now, all the guards lay dead as Hiro Winslet put out the torches and approached the cruicified girl.
"You poor... poor little thing... My god, am I so sorry as ever, my Seras..." He said to her, obviously speaking to himself for she was nearing death and definately far from consious.
Using his pistol, he managed to soon shoot out all the stakes with deadly spot of accuracy and luck, the girl falling into his arms. Just as Hiro had predicted, she was not yet dead as the bleeding had stopped a decent while before. Being vampires, they both had extraordinary amounts of tolerances to death.
Hiro kindly carried his love and fled the scene to a small, yet cozy little house he had managed to 'aquire' a ways outside of Serath city. For now, it was home.
Seras awoke nearly three days later, a pain in her frail but still beautiful body. But as she leaned over to her side, what the girl caught eye of was as astonishing as it was frightening. She instantly tried to get away, unsure of everything, as she fell off the couch and rolled upon the hard-wood floor. Hiro rushed to her side, only to frighten his lover even more. Cowering in a corner of the room, Seras pleaded.
"You...you're supposed to be dead.... NO... my Hiro... he IS dead! I saw it with my own two eyes... but please sir, whoever you are, please don't hurt me... please..." She said in a confused and scared voice, almost as if she was about to go insane.
"Shh... its ok now.... I won't let them hurt you... and by all means, I won't do you any harm. Why its me... your Hiro, can't you see Seras, honey?"
"NO! Hiro is dead! I won't believe it! He's gone! I saw it with my own two eyes. He's DEAD!" Seras screamed in a sick voice, almost as though she were on the brink of insanity.
"Hush hush... little one... its ok... Its really me... Hiro Winslet... Your Hiro... Seras..." the man said to her, leaning over and gently pressing his lips upon hers like they were so fond of back then.
Suddenly, she felt releived as she joyously hugged her lover with all her might, despite her extensive injuries.
"Oh Hiro! I don't know how this can possibly be... but its really you! My Hiro!" The cute vampire exclaimed, soon kissing her lover forcefully as she embraced him. He too wrapped his arms around her frail body gently, enjoying his first kiss in three unbearably long years.
The two moved accross the room, lying on the couch together and still kissing heartfully. Just as they had done so so long ago, and naturally, Seras pulled her lips back, and ran her tongue down Hiro's soft neck.
"Go ahead... Seras...its ok... have all you want..." He muttered lovingly.
Seras' fangs had long since been fully grown, a lust for blood growing deeply within her since she first realized he was back. She held her Hiro tightly, pressing her breasts agains his chest as she bit into his neck.
The moment his skin had been punctured by her teeth, Hiro felt an extraordinary pleasure within himself. It felt so good to have her drinking his blood as he had grown so fond of before.
The vampire continued to drink from her lover, pulling her teeth out of his neck and puncturing it again and again. By now the blood began to flow so profusely that it was beginning to grow hard for her to keep up with his flow. It poured out the sides of her mouth as she desperately savored the beautiful taste and swallowed as fast as her body would allow.
The two were caught in their embrace for quite some time, remaining together as they both longed for each other. His neck now full of holes, he lay their on the brink of unconsiousness, being bled to death by his lover happily. She continued to drink from his neck, soon coughing up all the blood in her stomach and leaving a puddle upon the floor. No matter, as she simply stole more for her own pleasure from her boyfriend.
Growing tired, Seras softly fell in a slumber atop her lover as they both drifted asleep, one by herself, one unintentionally as he passed out.
The sun was allready high in the sky when Seras awoke from her slumber. She hadn't ever slept for more than an hour or so at a time ever since Hiro had turned her into one of his kind, thankfully things may prove to be different now that her lover was back. However, she noticed that her Hiro was still asleep, his breathing very shallow. His neck had stopped its bleeding sometime earlier in the night, but he did seem paler than usual. Being a vampire, loss of blood wasn't known to be a very easy cause of death for him, but Seras had taken so much that by now any normal human being would long since have been bled to death.
By the next afternoon, Hiro had finally came to, much to Seras' delight. She had so much to talk about, so much she wanted ask him. The moment he sat up in couch, she rushed to his sid, taking a seat and instantly bombarding him with question after question.
"Oh Hiro, how are you feeling? Are you ok? How have you been all these years? Where were you? How come you didn't come to see me?" She sat there with a huge smile on her lovable face.
Hiro held a hand to his face as he leaned forward and tried to feel a bit better. The feelings within him desperately wanted his body to fall back asleep, but yet he stayed conscious.
"Seras... im so sorry... Im sorry im so late... I...I hope its ok... if i still want you to be my... my... oh forget it..." He sighed as he stood up, his legs about to give out. Seras sat him back down, with a worried look on her face now.
"NO... no... Hiro... you're mine... I don't care how long its been... you're still my Hiro, and I want you back... please..."
"Aww... Seras..." The vampire hugged his lover in a loving fashion, soon kissing her as they both lay in the couch again. Hiro lay there, his girl on top of himself, thinking things over.
"How... how can I ever hope for her to understand... why... why didn't I just go to her back then... No... no I was supposed to be dead... Why couldn't I jsut stay dead... o well... at least she's back... Im back..." He thought to himself, Seras still holding him. Hiro touched a hand softly to his tender skin, feeling an emptyness inside him. He felt about 4 pairs of holes littered accross the side of his neck, one beginning to bleed slightly once again. Seras leaned over and licked it cutely, loving the taste.