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Okay, in the fanfic lounge, I promised you all a story. Here it is. I'll update it periodically and notify you when another chapter rolls around. I think it could use a good bit of rewriting, but that's just me. Give me your feedback here, please.
From One Vampire to Another
(Serious fanfic, some occult stuff, if that might offend you, STAY OUT!)
Takai
Legal crapola: Bear in mind that what follows is a work of fiction. Any similarity between names, resemblances, or locations are coincidental. Pokemon, Ecruteak City, Johto, Kanto, Ash, Misty, Brock, Jesse, James, Mewoth, and all Pokemon names are all copyright Nintendo and 4Kids Entertainment. The writing is my intellectual property and may not be redistributed or sold without the express written permission of and due credit to the author. E-mail me at [email protected] with any questions. The following websites have permission to use this fiction: Pokemopolis, Pokecommunity, Code Blue Forums.
What follows is a true account of events in the Ecruteak City area and surrounds. These took place in the year 2005, with the approximate ages of those involve being Ash Ketchum: 17, Misty: 19, Brock: 25, Jesse: 29, James: 28, Arima Soichiro, 467. (Note: Japanese names have been kept in the proper order of family name, personal name.)
Ash Ketchum was out looking for firewood when he first saw the stranger. It was sunset, nearing the end of summer, and in the north of Johto it could get quite cold. At least that was Brock?s explanation. Ash didn?t see what the big deal was, after all, they had decent sleeping bags. The stranger was hunched over somewhat, although it was obvious that he was a tall man. A cape hid his face, but at this distance and looking into the sun noting could have been told about his features anyway. Ash picked up the stick he was involved with and started towards the figure.
Soichiro was was confused by the child?s reaction. Night was falling, and night in the Ecruteak area could be deadly. Soichiro was a perfect example of that himself, although he had some capabilities as a Daywalker as well. He had gotten close enough to the child to see that he wasn?t going to get past without a conversation. The kid stuck out is hand and said ?Hi, I?m Ash, from Pallet Town.? Soichiro needed to get this over with quickly, he had business in Ecruteak tonight. He replied ?Good for you child, get outta my way.?
Ash was puzzled. Sure the man seemed a bit odd, dressed as he was in a black and bloodred cape. Sure it was weird to have a katana over you right shoulder with the baldric running town to his left hip where a finely worked German rapier stood sheathed, sure people didn?t often dress in a Renaissance swordsman?s garb, but he didn?t have call to be so rude. Ash exploded ?Kid! I?m 17 and on my way to retry in the Johto League! Don?t call me kid!? The man gave a contemptuous snort and replied ?If you had any brains at all for someone your age ?kid? you?d know to be inside by now.?
Now Misty came up to see what was taking so long. She was redoing he hair and her clothes seemed a bit out of line for having been worn all day. The man?s entire demeanor instantly changed, as he swept her hand up for a kiss while he finished a graceful, courtly bow. He gently pulled his hood with his thumbs back revealing deep green eyes that seemed to rip apart every pretense you threw up and soft brown hair, cropped close to the back of his neck and cut short everywhere else, saying ?And what, might I ask, is your name?? Ash grumbled in the background about ?How come whenever it?s a girl...? Misty let out a slight giggle at this chivalry, replying ?Misty, dear sir.? The man nodded with a small smile, saying in return ?A lovely name, worthy of your beauty.?
It was an hour later after they had returned to camp. Ash was still disgruntled about Soichiro, as the man had revealed his name. He said that he could put off his business to make sure that they made it to the city all in one piece. Apparently there had been a bandit problem of late. Brock was just interested in Soichiro?s cooking habits, after some green chili that had them all looking around for the nearest water source. Misty kept making eyes at Soichi (as she had just nicknamed him), finally making him resort to an early bed. Pikachu seemed disgruntled by the whole thing, as he had by any uninvited party after that nasty business with May and Max.
Brock rose the next morning to find Soichi sitting on a small rock outcrop, squinting at the sunrise, almost like he was trying to...condition himself to it. He had taken off his cape, letting the wind blow the baggy green shirt back. At breakfast, half an hour later Soichi took nothing to eat, although he had a look of longing in his eyes when Misty turned to say something to Ash.
They walked throughout the entire day with Soichi pulled far back into his cape. Much to the displeasure of the two men in the group Misty stayed by his side talking to him all day. He would occasionally bend down to say something private. It was quite odd for the redhead to take such a liking to someone so early. After Togepi she had become rather distant from the world, oftentimes preferring the darker hours. They had both seen her with a camp knife, cutting her arms.
It was around 4:00 that day when they found where they would be stopping for the night. Soichiro had spent most of his life around here, and knew the area?s secrets well. They set up for the night in a shaded hollow near a river. The wind that had been so prevalent recently didn?t find its way down into the nestlike enclosure by the river. It was quite a comfortable spot really, the river providing a nice relief from the hot days. A forest painted a majestic background to their west, and oe of the numerous waterfalls in the area was but a small walk away. The tumbling water played sweet music underlying their evening conversations and lulled them softly into the boughs of the tree of dreams. None of the old friends saw their new companion slip into the forest around midnight.
Soichiro glided through the moonbeams that cast a silvery light on to the ground, interposed with the shadows of the towering evergreens. He noticed neither the cool, humid air, nor the needles that scraped over his arms. His hunger and lust ruled all. A pity that the girl was unwilling to depart he friends just yet, but she would be soon enough. He came to his destination, one of the hidden Elvish communities. These were the Sun elves, and so none of the festivities that ruled the nights of their darker cousins were present to interfere. He slipped into shadow and ghosted up to one of the treetop homes. There, a teenage boy, studying by night. He would do nicely. Elven blood was nowhere near as satisfying as human, but it would do. He crept up behind the chair the boy was using. It looked as though it had been sculpted out of the tree itself. Even the sunburst designs decorating the back seemed natural. He slipped his hand over the boys mouth to stifle any cry and let his fangs sink into his neck. The vampire let out a small gasp of unexpected pleasure at the sweet, pure taste of the blood of the faerie folk.
It was odd, really. These were Misty?s thoughts the next morning when she saw their companion, normally so reserved and meditative running around making flying noises and holding his cape out behind him darting around in circles. When she said ?What has you so chipper today?? (with a fair bit of disgust for someone who would ignore all the world?s problems and act so childish) he replied with one of those small, condescending smiles he reserved for people who had yet to learn about what life really was and the comment ?To ever really live you have to know when to just forget your responsibilities and obligations and just screw around.? Misty giggled quite uncharacteristically. She couldn?t help it around him. Somehow he made her feel happy, even when she had set her mind diametrically opposite. At her laugh he broke into a full grin, saying ?I?ll get breakfast. Brock deserves some rest.?
The day passed uneventfully, as had they all since they had met up. Even the typically mistrustful Pikachu was beginning to warm to their guest. He took them on a winding road that was off their usual course. It turned out to lead to the top of the waterfall they had heard last night. Stripping off his cape, baldric, and shirt (turning out to be toned enough to make Brock envious, although nowhere near as tanned), Soichi ran up and dived off the crest of the falls, moving amazingly gracefully for his six-foot figure. The companions ran up to see if he was a suicidal as that had looked. They saw him crumpled on the rocks at the bottom. They all stared, almost as if it was unbelievable. He got up, much to their amazement and relief, shouting ?PSYCHE!!! Come on down, the water?s great? He then dove back in to the small lake at the bottom. Which might have been a good thing, seeing as how Misty?s scream of rage might well have popped his eardrums.
The water really WAS nice thought Brock, stripped to the waist and floating above the shallow bottom near the edges. Ash drifted backwards into his chest, doing a fair imitation of surprise when he said ?Whoops. Sorry Brock, didn?t see you. Hehehe? Brock bent down, hissing ?It?s over. It?s been over since Misty came back. Get that through your thick skull.? into his ear and pushing away from the young trainer, who was just plain out puzzled. They all had a good time, splashing and playing. During lunch Ash?s swimming gear ?mysteriously? vanished, only to turn up on top of a tree branch hanging over the water. The sun was beginning to set when they left the water, leaving them all a bit chilled. Chatting, they dried off around a bonfire on the sand.
Soichiro felt that he had cultivated the girl well enough by now. He was reasonably sure that she would follow him. It was after dinner and they had all retired to their own pursuits. He pulled on gloves over hands colder than the grave. Dragging a clean shirt, this time in a deep red, down onto his body he stood up as well as he could in the small tent and threw on the cape, although leaving the hood down and keeping the fabric pushed back over his shoulders. It pained him to have to do this, he had an honest liking for the girl, but every creature must feed. He had learned long ago to put himself in front of any other.
Misty was reading (Lovecraft, as per usual of late) when she heard someone call her name. Poking her head out she saw Soichi, looking perfectly dashing tonight. His green eyes all but glowed in the grey dusk, giving him an eerie, ethreal appearance. Bending down with his hand forward he asked ?Would you like to take a walk tonight?? Somewhat put off by this, Misty politely declined. He kept the impish grin in perfect place as he said ?Alright then. Tell me if you change you mind.? As he turned to leave, Misty promptly changer her mind, saying ?Actually, I think I?ll take you up on that walk.?
Ash and Brock watched them leave with a fair amount of envy. Who was he to so easily succeed. Brock had been turned down a number of times (and had his jaw unhinged as well) and well, Ash was Ash. Noctowl was called out to follow them and make sure nothing happened.
Noctowl flew over the trail, following the pair rather closely, at least until they turned into a patch of reeds. He lighted on a nearby tree branch to get a better vantage point and saw their new companion (The owl was horrible with names, despite an IQ higher than the combined intelligence of all the other Pokemon) talking softly to Misty, one gloved hand on her cheek. He said one last thing, then bent down while Misty stood a bit to reach his towering height.
It was the most violent shock Misty had ever felt. Just before, she thought that a touch of regret had cut into his eyes, followed by what appeared to be a kiss. Just before they would have touched lips, however, he bit into the side of hr neck. It was the coldest sensation she had ever felt, worse than the death she had sometimes hoped for. The cold spread throughout her, pervading all other sensations, feeling as if life itself were being cut from her. She barely registered the cry of pleasure from the beast at her neck. A feather drifted down from a nearby branch, touching the ground at the same time that the fangs left her neck, as if heralding the end of the torture. Compelled by forces stronger than she could control, she dropped to one knee, and hating herself for it, bowed he head and said ?Sire.?
End chapter 1, section 1
From One Vampire to Another
(Serious fanfic, some occult stuff, if that might offend you, STAY OUT!)
Takai
Legal crapola: Bear in mind that what follows is a work of fiction. Any similarity between names, resemblances, or locations are coincidental. Pokemon, Ecruteak City, Johto, Kanto, Ash, Misty, Brock, Jesse, James, Mewoth, and all Pokemon names are all copyright Nintendo and 4Kids Entertainment. The writing is my intellectual property and may not be redistributed or sold without the express written permission of and due credit to the author. E-mail me at [email protected] with any questions. The following websites have permission to use this fiction: Pokemopolis, Pokecommunity, Code Blue Forums.
What follows is a true account of events in the Ecruteak City area and surrounds. These took place in the year 2005, with the approximate ages of those involve being Ash Ketchum: 17, Misty: 19, Brock: 25, Jesse: 29, James: 28, Arima Soichiro, 467. (Note: Japanese names have been kept in the proper order of family name, personal name.)
Ash Ketchum was out looking for firewood when he first saw the stranger. It was sunset, nearing the end of summer, and in the north of Johto it could get quite cold. At least that was Brock?s explanation. Ash didn?t see what the big deal was, after all, they had decent sleeping bags. The stranger was hunched over somewhat, although it was obvious that he was a tall man. A cape hid his face, but at this distance and looking into the sun noting could have been told about his features anyway. Ash picked up the stick he was involved with and started towards the figure.
Soichiro was was confused by the child?s reaction. Night was falling, and night in the Ecruteak area could be deadly. Soichiro was a perfect example of that himself, although he had some capabilities as a Daywalker as well. He had gotten close enough to the child to see that he wasn?t going to get past without a conversation. The kid stuck out is hand and said ?Hi, I?m Ash, from Pallet Town.? Soichiro needed to get this over with quickly, he had business in Ecruteak tonight. He replied ?Good for you child, get outta my way.?
Ash was puzzled. Sure the man seemed a bit odd, dressed as he was in a black and bloodred cape. Sure it was weird to have a katana over you right shoulder with the baldric running town to his left hip where a finely worked German rapier stood sheathed, sure people didn?t often dress in a Renaissance swordsman?s garb, but he didn?t have call to be so rude. Ash exploded ?Kid! I?m 17 and on my way to retry in the Johto League! Don?t call me kid!? The man gave a contemptuous snort and replied ?If you had any brains at all for someone your age ?kid? you?d know to be inside by now.?
Now Misty came up to see what was taking so long. She was redoing he hair and her clothes seemed a bit out of line for having been worn all day. The man?s entire demeanor instantly changed, as he swept her hand up for a kiss while he finished a graceful, courtly bow. He gently pulled his hood with his thumbs back revealing deep green eyes that seemed to rip apart every pretense you threw up and soft brown hair, cropped close to the back of his neck and cut short everywhere else, saying ?And what, might I ask, is your name?? Ash grumbled in the background about ?How come whenever it?s a girl...? Misty let out a slight giggle at this chivalry, replying ?Misty, dear sir.? The man nodded with a small smile, saying in return ?A lovely name, worthy of your beauty.?
It was an hour later after they had returned to camp. Ash was still disgruntled about Soichiro, as the man had revealed his name. He said that he could put off his business to make sure that they made it to the city all in one piece. Apparently there had been a bandit problem of late. Brock was just interested in Soichiro?s cooking habits, after some green chili that had them all looking around for the nearest water source. Misty kept making eyes at Soichi (as she had just nicknamed him), finally making him resort to an early bed. Pikachu seemed disgruntled by the whole thing, as he had by any uninvited party after that nasty business with May and Max.
Brock rose the next morning to find Soichi sitting on a small rock outcrop, squinting at the sunrise, almost like he was trying to...condition himself to it. He had taken off his cape, letting the wind blow the baggy green shirt back. At breakfast, half an hour later Soichi took nothing to eat, although he had a look of longing in his eyes when Misty turned to say something to Ash.
They walked throughout the entire day with Soichi pulled far back into his cape. Much to the displeasure of the two men in the group Misty stayed by his side talking to him all day. He would occasionally bend down to say something private. It was quite odd for the redhead to take such a liking to someone so early. After Togepi she had become rather distant from the world, oftentimes preferring the darker hours. They had both seen her with a camp knife, cutting her arms.
It was around 4:00 that day when they found where they would be stopping for the night. Soichiro had spent most of his life around here, and knew the area?s secrets well. They set up for the night in a shaded hollow near a river. The wind that had been so prevalent recently didn?t find its way down into the nestlike enclosure by the river. It was quite a comfortable spot really, the river providing a nice relief from the hot days. A forest painted a majestic background to their west, and oe of the numerous waterfalls in the area was but a small walk away. The tumbling water played sweet music underlying their evening conversations and lulled them softly into the boughs of the tree of dreams. None of the old friends saw their new companion slip into the forest around midnight.
Soichiro glided through the moonbeams that cast a silvery light on to the ground, interposed with the shadows of the towering evergreens. He noticed neither the cool, humid air, nor the needles that scraped over his arms. His hunger and lust ruled all. A pity that the girl was unwilling to depart he friends just yet, but she would be soon enough. He came to his destination, one of the hidden Elvish communities. These were the Sun elves, and so none of the festivities that ruled the nights of their darker cousins were present to interfere. He slipped into shadow and ghosted up to one of the treetop homes. There, a teenage boy, studying by night. He would do nicely. Elven blood was nowhere near as satisfying as human, but it would do. He crept up behind the chair the boy was using. It looked as though it had been sculpted out of the tree itself. Even the sunburst designs decorating the back seemed natural. He slipped his hand over the boys mouth to stifle any cry and let his fangs sink into his neck. The vampire let out a small gasp of unexpected pleasure at the sweet, pure taste of the blood of the faerie folk.
It was odd, really. These were Misty?s thoughts the next morning when she saw their companion, normally so reserved and meditative running around making flying noises and holding his cape out behind him darting around in circles. When she said ?What has you so chipper today?? (with a fair bit of disgust for someone who would ignore all the world?s problems and act so childish) he replied with one of those small, condescending smiles he reserved for people who had yet to learn about what life really was and the comment ?To ever really live you have to know when to just forget your responsibilities and obligations and just screw around.? Misty giggled quite uncharacteristically. She couldn?t help it around him. Somehow he made her feel happy, even when she had set her mind diametrically opposite. At her laugh he broke into a full grin, saying ?I?ll get breakfast. Brock deserves some rest.?
The day passed uneventfully, as had they all since they had met up. Even the typically mistrustful Pikachu was beginning to warm to their guest. He took them on a winding road that was off their usual course. It turned out to lead to the top of the waterfall they had heard last night. Stripping off his cape, baldric, and shirt (turning out to be toned enough to make Brock envious, although nowhere near as tanned), Soichi ran up and dived off the crest of the falls, moving amazingly gracefully for his six-foot figure. The companions ran up to see if he was a suicidal as that had looked. They saw him crumpled on the rocks at the bottom. They all stared, almost as if it was unbelievable. He got up, much to their amazement and relief, shouting ?PSYCHE!!! Come on down, the water?s great? He then dove back in to the small lake at the bottom. Which might have been a good thing, seeing as how Misty?s scream of rage might well have popped his eardrums.
The water really WAS nice thought Brock, stripped to the waist and floating above the shallow bottom near the edges. Ash drifted backwards into his chest, doing a fair imitation of surprise when he said ?Whoops. Sorry Brock, didn?t see you. Hehehe? Brock bent down, hissing ?It?s over. It?s been over since Misty came back. Get that through your thick skull.? into his ear and pushing away from the young trainer, who was just plain out puzzled. They all had a good time, splashing and playing. During lunch Ash?s swimming gear ?mysteriously? vanished, only to turn up on top of a tree branch hanging over the water. The sun was beginning to set when they left the water, leaving them all a bit chilled. Chatting, they dried off around a bonfire on the sand.
Soichiro felt that he had cultivated the girl well enough by now. He was reasonably sure that she would follow him. It was after dinner and they had all retired to their own pursuits. He pulled on gloves over hands colder than the grave. Dragging a clean shirt, this time in a deep red, down onto his body he stood up as well as he could in the small tent and threw on the cape, although leaving the hood down and keeping the fabric pushed back over his shoulders. It pained him to have to do this, he had an honest liking for the girl, but every creature must feed. He had learned long ago to put himself in front of any other.
Misty was reading (Lovecraft, as per usual of late) when she heard someone call her name. Poking her head out she saw Soichi, looking perfectly dashing tonight. His green eyes all but glowed in the grey dusk, giving him an eerie, ethreal appearance. Bending down with his hand forward he asked ?Would you like to take a walk tonight?? Somewhat put off by this, Misty politely declined. He kept the impish grin in perfect place as he said ?Alright then. Tell me if you change you mind.? As he turned to leave, Misty promptly changer her mind, saying ?Actually, I think I?ll take you up on that walk.?
Ash and Brock watched them leave with a fair amount of envy. Who was he to so easily succeed. Brock had been turned down a number of times (and had his jaw unhinged as well) and well, Ash was Ash. Noctowl was called out to follow them and make sure nothing happened.
Noctowl flew over the trail, following the pair rather closely, at least until they turned into a patch of reeds. He lighted on a nearby tree branch to get a better vantage point and saw their new companion (The owl was horrible with names, despite an IQ higher than the combined intelligence of all the other Pokemon) talking softly to Misty, one gloved hand on her cheek. He said one last thing, then bent down while Misty stood a bit to reach his towering height.
It was the most violent shock Misty had ever felt. Just before, she thought that a touch of regret had cut into his eyes, followed by what appeared to be a kiss. Just before they would have touched lips, however, he bit into the side of hr neck. It was the coldest sensation she had ever felt, worse than the death she had sometimes hoped for. The cold spread throughout her, pervading all other sensations, feeling as if life itself were being cut from her. She barely registered the cry of pleasure from the beast at her neck. A feather drifted down from a nearby branch, touching the ground at the same time that the fangs left her neck, as if heralding the end of the torture. Compelled by forces stronger than she could control, she dropped to one knee, and hating herself for it, bowed he head and said ?Sire.?
End chapter 1, section 1