Halloween Romance: Blood Lovers
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Beyblade › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
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1
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I do not own Beyblade, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Halloween Romance: Blood Lovers
Prologue
9:26 PM
Detective Brian Lord stared at the teenager sitting across the table from him. It made him sick, and sad, that this kid was so crazy. He claimed to be a vampire, and the boyfriend- oh, excuse me, Consort with a capital C- of the Queen of all the vampires, who just happened to have the body of a nineteen-year-old porn star. And that wasn’t all, oh no.
Brian had seen this boy blow some poor shmuck away with a Beretta he’d gotten from God knew where, shot the poor guy in the head twice without batting an eyelash. Why? The kid claimed the man was an enemy combatant in a war that had started, apparently, four months ago on March 25. And the old man was, get this, some kind of demon!
This kid was loony tunes.
“So, how did you get involved in this... vampire war?”
“I was rescued,” the kid said.
“Uh-huh, rescued. From what?”
“My life. My death, several times over.”
“By whom?”
“Her.”
“The Queen of the Vampires?”
“Yes.”
Duh.
“And why would this woman save you? Aren’t vampires supposed to be evil?”
“Midnight Vaperio is not evil. She’s a good woman, and has spent her entire adult immortal life protecting the ungrateful human wretches from freakish creatures like something out of a horror movie! She is the Queen. Do not insult her.”
“Alright, alright, sorry. So, she’s the Queen of the Vampires.”
“Yes.”
“And this is her picture?” Brian indicated the photograph that had been in the boy’s wallet, of a girl with long, shining black hair and brilliant blue eyes, smiling at him from a tree branch she was sitting on beneath the afternoon sun. Around her neck was a silver cross.
“Yes, that’s Midnight.”
“She’s in the sun.”
“Vampires dying in the sunlight is a myth.”
“You can’t take a vampire’s picture.”
“That is also a myth, just like the lack of a reflection. It’s all bullshit.”
“She’s wearing a cross,” Brian pointed out calmly. Take that, kid.
“She’s not going to die because she’s wearing a cross. She doesn’t wear a crucifix because it shows an image of pain and suffering she doesn’t like. But she wears the cross out of respect for the man called the Christ.”
Uh-huh.
“Why does she pay him respect?”
“She met him and liked him.”
“Kid, you’re psychotic.”
“Are you supposed to tell me that?”
“It’s true!” The cop shouted before he could stop himself. Brian saw a flash of mild irritation cross the kid’s face before it disappeared. “Okay, answer me this. Why would the Queen of all the vampires on the planet make you a vampire and fall in love with you? I mean, you’re just a kid! You’re what, sixteen?”
“Twenty-nine as of this past February.” That kid didn’t look older than eighteen, and even that was a stretch. However, Brian didn’t want to alienate him. He’d leave the issue of age alone for right now.
“So, yeah, why you? All I see when I look at you is a scrawny, gray-blond teenage thug who wants to be big and bad and creepy, so he goes out and kills some homeless guy and claims he’s a vampire. That’s what I see. You’re not even that tall, although you’re kinda broad in the shoulders-” The kid started to laugh softly. “What?”
“Midnight says that. She likes that about me, she says.”
“Okay, so, back to the question,” Brian said, feeling a little strange, “why you?”
“Midnight recognized what would become of us, the two of us. She knew who I was, who I would be if she made me like her, what she was to me and what would happen if she left me. She knew.”
“I’m not following you.”
“We are... soulmates, we’re meant to be together, it’s fate, you know, and she knew it, and I knew it, too, I just didn’t know that I knew it-”
“Whoa, whoa! Slow down their, Romeo VanVampy, Jesus Christ.”
“No, just Kai, thanks.”
“Yuk, yuk, yuk. Laugh it up, wise guy. What are you saying, exactly? Five words or less.”
“We fell in love. You wanna hear the story?” Remarkably, he suddenly did.
“Yeah. Yeah, let’s hear it.”
oo8oo8oo8oo
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9:26 PM
Detective Brian Lord stared at the teenager sitting across the table from him. It made him sick, and sad, that this kid was so crazy. He claimed to be a vampire, and the boyfriend- oh, excuse me, Consort with a capital C- of the Queen of all the vampires, who just happened to have the body of a nineteen-year-old porn star. And that wasn’t all, oh no.
Brian had seen this boy blow some poor shmuck away with a Beretta he’d gotten from God knew where, shot the poor guy in the head twice without batting an eyelash. Why? The kid claimed the man was an enemy combatant in a war that had started, apparently, four months ago on March 25. And the old man was, get this, some kind of demon!
This kid was loony tunes.
“So, how did you get involved in this... vampire war?”
“I was rescued,” the kid said.
“Uh-huh, rescued. From what?”
“My life. My death, several times over.”
“By whom?”
“Her.”
“The Queen of the Vampires?”
“Yes.”
Duh.
“And why would this woman save you? Aren’t vampires supposed to be evil?”
“Midnight Vaperio is not evil. She’s a good woman, and has spent her entire adult immortal life protecting the ungrateful human wretches from freakish creatures like something out of a horror movie! She is the Queen. Do not insult her.”
“Alright, alright, sorry. So, she’s the Queen of the Vampires.”
“Yes.”
“And this is her picture?” Brian indicated the photograph that had been in the boy’s wallet, of a girl with long, shining black hair and brilliant blue eyes, smiling at him from a tree branch she was sitting on beneath the afternoon sun. Around her neck was a silver cross.
“Yes, that’s Midnight.”
“She’s in the sun.”
“Vampires dying in the sunlight is a myth.”
“You can’t take a vampire’s picture.”
“That is also a myth, just like the lack of a reflection. It’s all bullshit.”
“She’s wearing a cross,” Brian pointed out calmly. Take that, kid.
“She’s not going to die because she’s wearing a cross. She doesn’t wear a crucifix because it shows an image of pain and suffering she doesn’t like. But she wears the cross out of respect for the man called the Christ.”
Uh-huh.
“Why does she pay him respect?”
“She met him and liked him.”
“Kid, you’re psychotic.”
“Are you supposed to tell me that?”
“It’s true!” The cop shouted before he could stop himself. Brian saw a flash of mild irritation cross the kid’s face before it disappeared. “Okay, answer me this. Why would the Queen of all the vampires on the planet make you a vampire and fall in love with you? I mean, you’re just a kid! You’re what, sixteen?”
“Twenty-nine as of this past February.” That kid didn’t look older than eighteen, and even that was a stretch. However, Brian didn’t want to alienate him. He’d leave the issue of age alone for right now.
“So, yeah, why you? All I see when I look at you is a scrawny, gray-blond teenage thug who wants to be big and bad and creepy, so he goes out and kills some homeless guy and claims he’s a vampire. That’s what I see. You’re not even that tall, although you’re kinda broad in the shoulders-” The kid started to laugh softly. “What?”
“Midnight says that. She likes that about me, she says.”
“Okay, so, back to the question,” Brian said, feeling a little strange, “why you?”
“Midnight recognized what would become of us, the two of us. She knew who I was, who I would be if she made me like her, what she was to me and what would happen if she left me. She knew.”
“I’m not following you.”
“We are... soulmates, we’re meant to be together, it’s fate, you know, and she knew it, and I knew it, too, I just didn’t know that I knew it-”
“Whoa, whoa! Slow down their, Romeo VanVampy, Jesus Christ.”
“No, just Kai, thanks.”
“Yuk, yuk, yuk. Laugh it up, wise guy. What are you saying, exactly? Five words or less.”
“We fell in love. You wanna hear the story?” Remarkably, he suddenly did.
“Yeah. Yeah, let’s hear it.”
oo8oo8oo8oo
In the words of JunoMagic:
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Anything at all: If you noticed a typo, if you don't like a characterization or description, if you thought a line especially funny or poignant or interesting, if there was anything you particularly enjoyed … I am really interested in what my readers think about my writing.
You can leave a public comment (signed or anonymous), though if you want me to respond to it, signed is best, OR send me a private message, though I do prefer comments and reviews.
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Disclaimer/Author's Note: I don’t own anything you recognize.