This is an excerpt from my LH dark'ish vampirefic which I'm writing. The basic premise is hat while checking out the annex of the Hinatasou, Keitaro falls through rotten floorboards and ends up discovering a skeleton, which turns out to be an ancient vampiress who is awakened by a combination of his landing destroying the wards, and a bit of hs blood landing on the bones.
Following that, well... let's just say it could either be a comedy or a darkfic.
So, take a look at this teaser.
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"I would speak to you, human. May I enter the premises?" the strange, beautiful woman asked, her unsettling red eyes fixated on him. Keitaro shivered involuntarily. Something about the woman made him nervous. Never mind that normal women did not show up on the edge of a guy's window late at night - and how did she get up there from the ground? It was two floors high!
"Uh... what do you want to talk about?" he replied nervously. The woman shook her head and made a generic gesture with her hand.
"Please, invite me in. I cannot enter your home uninvited."
"...can't...? Uh... I suppose you can enter..." the young manager nodded hesitantly. A nagging voice in the back of his mind was screaming that the exact wording hat woman used was suspicious, but while she did make him nervous, she didn't feel life-threatening... at least, not at the moment.
"Thank you," the woman nodded as she stepped in his room from the window. Keitaro felt a sudden chill fill the room as the woman slowly walked around it, looking at the decorum. He realized the chilly draft came from the woman, and took his time to examine her closely now that she was fully illuminated by his room's lamp.
The woman was very tall, towering over him by at least five inches, and her long, snow-white hair offered a shocking contrast to her ebony skin. She wore a form-fittin dark purple evening dress, with a split along the left side that let her exquisitely shaped leg show. Her figure was full and inviting, and he could name a dozen men off the top of his head that would seriously consider killing simply to receive this beautiful creature's attention.
However, there was also something very off about her. Her eyes were red, and he could have sworn they were glowing slightly. Also, her delicate hands' nails were unusually long and sharp-looking, and when he examined her full, dark red lips more closely, he got the distinct impression that she had long, pointy canines.
He was brought out of his reverie by the sound of the woman coughing slightly and realized he'd been staring in a very rude fashion. He cast an apologetic smile at her, scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry about that... It's just that you're so beautiful, I couldn't help but stare," he explained sheepishly. "So, um... what did you want?" he asked hesitantly, fiddling uncomfortably. The woman took one last look at his room, then her head swiveled, and her red eyes - which Keitaro was now sure were glowing - fell on him again. The woman regarded him for a few long seconds, then crossed her arms and cocked her head to one side.
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For the record, the vampiress in this scene is loosely based on the Queen of the Damned, Akasha, but since Anne Rice material is not allowed on FF.Net, I made my own OC in her stead.
Following that, well... let's just say it could either be a comedy or a darkfic.
So, take a look at this teaser.
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"I would speak to you, human. May I enter the premises?" the strange, beautiful woman asked, her unsettling red eyes fixated on him. Keitaro shivered involuntarily. Something about the woman made him nervous. Never mind that normal women did not show up on the edge of a guy's window late at night - and how did she get up there from the ground? It was two floors high!
"Uh... what do you want to talk about?" he replied nervously. The woman shook her head and made a generic gesture with her hand.
"Please, invite me in. I cannot enter your home uninvited."
"...can't...? Uh... I suppose you can enter..." the young manager nodded hesitantly. A nagging voice in the back of his mind was screaming that the exact wording hat woman used was suspicious, but while she did make him nervous, she didn't feel life-threatening... at least, not at the moment.
"Thank you," the woman nodded as she stepped in his room from the window. Keitaro felt a sudden chill fill the room as the woman slowly walked around it, looking at the decorum. He realized the chilly draft came from the woman, and took his time to examine her closely now that she was fully illuminated by his room's lamp.
The woman was very tall, towering over him by at least five inches, and her long, snow-white hair offered a shocking contrast to her ebony skin. She wore a form-fittin dark purple evening dress, with a split along the left side that let her exquisitely shaped leg show. Her figure was full and inviting, and he could name a dozen men off the top of his head that would seriously consider killing simply to receive this beautiful creature's attention.
However, there was also something very off about her. Her eyes were red, and he could have sworn they were glowing slightly. Also, her delicate hands' nails were unusually long and sharp-looking, and when he examined her full, dark red lips more closely, he got the distinct impression that she had long, pointy canines.
He was brought out of his reverie by the sound of the woman coughing slightly and realized he'd been staring in a very rude fashion. He cast an apologetic smile at her, scratching the back of his head.
"Sorry about that... It's just that you're so beautiful, I couldn't help but stare," he explained sheepishly. "So, um... what did you want?" he asked hesitantly, fiddling uncomfortably. The woman took one last look at his room, then her head swiveled, and her red eyes - which Keitaro was now sure were glowing - fell on him again. The woman regarded him for a few long seconds, then crossed her arms and cocked her head to one side.
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For the record, the vampiress in this scene is loosely based on the Queen of the Damned, Akasha, but since Anne Rice material is not allowed on FF.Net, I made my own OC in her stead.