Vampyyri Kuulla.
K so...
I wrote this a really long time ago.
Over a year.
And....
Yeah.
I posted it on a bunch of comms, but never got much feedback.
Granted, I don't expect you all to read the entire thing.
It is over 12 pages long on MS Word.
And...yeah.
I'm rather proud of it.
It's the longest thing I've ever written, and in some respects, I think the best.
But one never truly knows.
Just a little something to add....
This is dedicated to Serena, since she was pestering me to repost on AIM.
And I cos I love her wayy too much.
Also to Clea, as she is my darling.
BTW. This takes place during the Victorian Era.
Vampire Heart (ft. Ville Valo of HIM and Lauri Ylonen of The Rasmus)
* * *
He gasped as the vampire’s elongated canines sank into his pale flesh, whilst rivers of crimson meandered down his throat only to be lapped up by the famished child of darkness.
Francesco Iero awoke to the sound of the birds calling musically around him. Thankful for the heavy black damask curtains at his window, he disentangled his limbs from the vermillion satin sheets, while the memories of his rebirth dissipated as the mist from a lake with the rising of the sun.
His attempts at rest remained futile as his subconscious mind was plagued with the visions of his sire Ville. Ville’s penetrating green eyes seemed to bore through Frank’s soul at every meeting, and even in his dreams. His thick Finnish accent constantly rang in his ears, for the bond between sire and child was a strong one, and telepathic communication was not uncommon, in fact, it was expected.
Frank had a brother, so to speak, another child of Ville’s, Lauri. The two were close to the same age and got along well, often acting mischievously to provoke the elder’s wrath.
The three lived alone in a huge mansion in the countryside outside of Helsinki, as both Lauri and Ville were native Finns, and dearly loved their homeland. Frank, however, was Italian, and had been brought here soon after Ville’s hunger and loneliness had wrought him immortal.
He did not regret leaving his home in Venice, his music had not offered much towards the act of gaining of capital; the one room studio flat was testament to this. The musician also had neither friends nor family until his move to this estate, which could only be described as palatial. Frank’s life had been a lonely one, but even now, when he still spent most of his time alone, he felt loved and cared for, a pleasant change from his previous surroudings.
So when Ville brought Frank to his home, at the tender age of 18, he had already seen more of life than many an old grandmother could boast.
That had been little less than a year ago, and now Frank missed nothing of his old existence, and only looked toward the future, and his next meal.
However, Frank was not one to hunt for sport, he had yet to become completely used to the necessities of vampiric life. Another of his “mortal quirks”, as Ville called them, was that he always killed his prey, and never created a companion for himself, one to join their little coven.
As was the norm for the vampyyri, Frank slept during the daylight hours, as direct sunlight made him quite ill. But at night, after the moon had risen, he would play, most often songs written during his short mortal lifespan, or about people, like Lauri and Ville, but sometimes he played songs written for a person he had never seen.
There was one who was always there, almost as if he was part of Frank’s subconscious. They had never met, but the character constantly haunted Frank’s dreams, piercing honey-green eyes allowing him no peace.
He rose from his bed and proceeded to begin to dress himself, meanwhile turning on his stereo and enjoying the music being broadcasted around his apartments.
A soft knock at the heavy, wooden door alerted him to the presence of another, although he had already been aware of Lauri for some time, his abnormal [for a human] hearing abilities having attracted his attention.
Frank stepped softly outside his door, dressed simply, in a black silk shirt and pants, and made his way down to the gardens, Lauri loyally at his side.
Apparently, Ville had requested his presence, and he knew that he had somehow displeased him; he very rarely required Lauri or Frank to see him.
He swept into the rose garden, moonlight illuminating his tattooed skin and reflecting midnight blue highlights in his raven hair.
“Good Evening, Frank.” His resonant voice permeating the humid air, and sending chills up Frank’s spine.
“Good Evening, Master,” he replied, in an even tone, though anxiety had taken up residence in his mind.
“Why is it that you wanted to see me?” He inquired.
“I have received news of a band of rogue vampyyri, and would much appreciate it if you and Lauri could rid the quiet countryside of these troublemakers. I assume this would not be too much trouble?”
“Of course not, Master.” Frank and Lauri assented.
“Is there anything else you need, Sire?”
“No. Goodnight.”
Lauri and Frank removed themselves to the kitchen, to discuss the matters further.
“Why does Ville care if there are other vampyyri in the area?” Lauri wondered, mirroring Frank’s own thoughts.
“That I do not know, but their appearance is troubling him. I have never seen him this way before, and something that disturbs an ancient ought to disturb us. You yourself have only been recently awakened.”
“Yes, I am aware of that. Thank you.” Lauri replied shortly.
“Calm down, I meant no offense. I am not any more of an adept than you.”
“I know,” he sighed, “I am sorry for snapping, but this quest from Ville has me anxious.”
“In that, you are not alone,” Frank murmured. ”But,” he began again, voice gaining strength, “we must hunt tonight if we are to defeat these savages. I will leave within the hour, do you wish to join me?”
“Yes, I will come with you.” Lauri stared dejectedly off into space.
“Do not fear,” said Frank, trying to sound confident, though he was even more anxious than his companion.
* * *
* * *
Frank and Lauri parted to pack the few provisions they would require. But before doing anything, Frank made his way to the castle library to see if he could ascertain any information on what was bothering Ville.
His rapid search was not in vain. Frank uncovered volumes on a vampiric rebellion against another vampire gone rogue, who proclaimed himself leader. He knew not the consequence of his discovery, but comprehended the unease exhibited in Ville’s behaviour.
“The nosferatu had lived independently in peace for over five millennia. In certain, usually deserted areas, clans formed, but these were a rare occurrence and the majority lived in relative anonymity of those outside their immediate surroundings. None had attempted to rule the vampiric community until the beginning of the twentieth century when the self proclaimed Lord Alucard (a play on his former name Dracula) and his partner-in-crime Seras, announced that as the world’s most famous Homo Dirus, he would now rule the international vampiric community.”
Frank inhaled sharply.
Good Lord, he thought. Is this who Ville wishes for Lauri and I to challenge? This is Alucard; he is an impassable fortress of strength. Even I have heard some of those stories. No one who fights Alucard and Seras survives. No one. How are Lauri and I supposed to compete with that? What was Ville thinking?!
Had only Frank had the good sense to continue reading, he would have encountered the following passage:
“There was, however, a rebellion conducted against the upstart Alucard, led by whom many consider to be the most powerful nosferatu alive, the one now known as Ville Valo. It was he who originally challenged Alucard and brought about his downfall. No one was present at the final battle, but the story goes that a promise was made, one that has now been broken, and revenge upon the betrayer shall be had. “
Ville sat in the dark leather chair in his study, tapping his chin lightly with his long, white forefinger. His deep eyes held a look of contemplation. He was deeply perturbed at the sudden actions of the one who calls himself Dracula (though that name belongs to another), and angered by the insolent actions against one whom ‘Dracula’ knew he never could match in battle.
What has changed? Ville mused. How long have I let my mind sleep? I must awaken now and rise to the task before me. I see Frank’s discovery in his mind, I hope he fears not that I will have him face this alone. Even so, I doubt he would fail. This upstart’s name is no more than a transparent façade he has put up around himself to instill fear. It may work on some, but there are others of us that know better.
* * *
A firm knocking at his door brought Frank out of his trance.
“Come in,” he answered.
“I need to speak with you about your journey with Lauri.”
“Yes, I had been meaning to address the same issue with you. You see, I have done some reading up on Alucard and-“
“Quiet. You know nothing of that affair. I see that this shall take some explaining. It was too much for me to hope that you two could do this without any questions.”
“I am sorry, Master.”
“Ei...No. It is nothing. I must tell you what those books cannot. The Alucard we are fighting against is not the real Alucard. He is merely a face to the name, he has no real power. How he managed to convince Seras otherwise I do not know. I had hoped for this to remain a secret known only to myself but I assume I must enlighten you younglings. The fact of the matter is that I-“
“Ville! Frank! There has been an attack on the castle! You must come!” Lauri yelled through the thick, oaken door.
“What?!” Frank cried, leaping off of the sofa he had been residing on.
“It’s seems we shall be having a little fun this evening.” Ville said calmly.
“What the hell are you talking about, fun?!” Frank stared at his mentor, dumbfounded.
“Please calm yourself, armas. I promise, neither you nor Lauri shall be harmed. You should not fret. This skirmish barely deserves recognition. Our attacker merely wants information. He is curious as to whether I shall fight this time around. He should not be surprised. Shall we?” Ville motioned to the door and followed Frank smoothly out into the wide corridor.
They followed the noises of fighting coming from the front hall, and as they entered the room, Frank yelled aloud.
* * *
* * *
Lauri lay on the floor, blood pouring from a deep gash in his chest.
“Lauri!” Frank cried, “What has happened to you?!”
“Frank! Calm down! He will be fine!”
“What the hell do you mean ‘he will be fine’! He is obviously not fine!”
He ran towards Lauri, lifted him easily off the floor and sprinted down the hall to his apartments.
As soon as he arrived, he began attempting to attend to Lauri’s wounds, but could only watch as they began healing themselves before his wide-eyed stare.
Lauri opened his eyes and blinked slowly a few times. He sat up and examined his surroundings, certainly not the ones he remembered being injured in. His gaze finally fell on Frank, who was staring at him in disbelief.
“Frankie, are you all right? You look pale, even more so than normal.”
“I…I…You’re alright. But how?” Frank whispered.
“Had you forgotten, armas? Those puny mortal weapons have no lasting effect on us. They do not even cause pain,” came a voice from the doorway. The younger vampyyri both turned to look, though they already knew the identity of the speaker.
“Come,” Ville continued, “we have much to do. And we must leave immediately. Next time they shall come more prepared.”
The trio left within the hour and used Ville’s coach to travel, since it was less conspicuous then running the way they did. Soon they came upon an old mansion in the middle of a deep forest.
“Where are we?” Frank breathed.
“At an old acquaintance of mine’s home.” Ville responded.
Ville walked swiftly up the path to the black front door. He knocked three times and waited patiently for an answer. The door was cracked, and a voice was heard, “Who are you? What do you want?”
“Se on I-kirjain. Me raivo haastaa avulla te.” Ville replied.
“We?” The voice inquired as the door swung wide, revealing a set of piercing hazel eyes set beneath a curtain of raven hair. “It is good to see you again, my friend. I had wondered if you would ever return from the journey.”
* * *
* * *
The owner of the house opened the door, sweeping his inky hair out of his eyes.
Frank inwardly gasped. Those eyes. I know those eyes. But who is he?
Ville’s voice joined his thoughts. Peace heila, he is a friend. One who has been on my mind much of late. Do not fear, there is much that you still do not know.
At that, Frank understood, and yet remained puzzled. His presence had been affecting Ville and therefore him. But why? Who was this enigmatic man?
Immediately, the troupe was ushered into the parlour with the artistic gesture of a pale hand. The room was magnificently furnished with chairs and sofas of grey silk, with crimson walls and onyx carpeting.
Frank could not help but stare at their host, no matter how inscrutable he might be, there was an air of familiarity around him that was unnerving.
When Frank finally looked away, he sensed an unfamiliar mind probing his. Stiffening, he turned, only to come face-to-face with a pair of piercing hazel eyes staring into his.
The stranger averted his gaze as he responded to Ville’s inquiry about his doings of late.
Frank was dumbfounded and now extremely intrigued by this friend of his master’s.
“Gerard, why have you not contacted me if you were in the area? You know you could have stayed at the castle.”
“Yes, I know. But I knew you and the boy were safe, so I had no need to protect him or you any further.”
“Protect us? You should have been protected! That upstart has been searching for you for decades!”
Gerard sighed, “I know. That is another reason why I never came. I feared for the safety of you both, and now you three.”
“Wait.” Frank interjected, “How did you know of me?”
“How? I was with the Ville the entire time. Do you not remember, minun armas?”
Frank remained quiet for a while, pondering this new fact.
* * *
“You were?” He finally asked. “But why didn’t you tell me?” He turned to Ville and Lauri, who, to his surprise, had disappeared. “Where did they go?” He asked softly.
“Ville and Lauri? They removed themselves some time ago. I assume they believed we required some privacy to continue our discussion. Ville wanted me to explain what truly happened.” He paused.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Gerard sighed once more, staring longingly at the carpet, as if trying to divulge some meaning from its fibres.
“Gerard, what is it? Please tell me.” Frank moved to sit next to him. He breathed deeply, inhaling the exotic scent of Gerard’s skin.
“When Ville changed you, it was not an easy transformation. Your body tried to reject the poison coursing through your veins. It takes most one to three days for the process to be completed. You took over a week. During that time, I was the only person you saw. While you were sleeping, albeit restlessly, you would call my name and I could hear you whimpering from your nightmares. My heart, icy from years of war, began to thaw. It killed me that there was nothing I could do to help, other than sit by you and hold you as terrors invaded your subconscious.”
A single, pearlescent tear rolled down his alabaster cheek.
* * *
* * *
Frank looked at Gerard in disbelief. “So that is why I dreamt of you constantly? Not the connection between Ville and I, but the fact that you, essentially, saved my life?”
His eyes held a haunted look as the two vampyyri locked gaze.
“I didn’t save your life. But you saved Ville’s. And for that, I am forever indebted.”
“What do you mean?”
“When Ville changed you, he was exceedingly weak and needed nourishment desperately. When I found you, you were on the brink of death. That’s why Ville chose you and in turn, your blood saved him from certain demise. However, one thing I still do not understand is how Ville came to become so weak in the first place. He is the most powerful vampyyri on this Earth. But whatever it was, you cured him.”
Frank remained silent, absorbing this new information being thrown at him, trying to comprehend the situation.
“So, how does this involve you and me? Why couldn’t he just tell me himself?”
“I believe he wanted me to explain how this,” he gestured gracefully, looking for words, “affected me. But I find now that I cannot bring myself to. It is too soon, you would not understand anyway.”
“Why? What is it? Gerard, armas, why can you not explain yourself plainly? You have been speaking in riddles since we arrived.”
“Ei. You would not understand. The implications alone would terrify you.”
“Try me,” he responded. “ I doubt anything you say can frighten me more than past experiences.”
“Oho? Do you? Well, for one, this Alucard that we are dealing with, is not the real Alucard. The true vampire prince Dracula’s identity has remained hidden from most of the public. Secondly, our Ville? Our darling Ville Valo, is not who he seems. Even I am not who you think I am. And, because of this, Ville and I are being hunted as we speak. As are you, though, by the expression on your face, you had no idea.”
Frank stared at him, nonplussed.
“Gerard, what the hell is wrong with you? One minute you are confessing your deepest emotional pain and the next you are trying to frighten me? Why are you doing this? What are you trying to convey? I can sense something is really troubling you, that much I know. And if you won’t tell me, that’s fine, but I do not need to be lectured like a child.” Frank rose from his seated position and left Gerard alone in the parlour.
He sat on the end in his new room, his mind a jumbled mess of confused thoughts and feelings. What is his problem? He seemed to be trying to tell me something extremely crucial, but every time he came close to telling me, he stopped. I cannot sense anything other than a slight disturbance. Why won’t he open up? He knows he can trust us. I owe him my life, why does he think he cannot trust me? Ugh. Sitting here stressing over this solves nothing. If Gerard will not allow himself the luxury of speaking freely, the is nothing I can do to force him. Sighing softly, he stood up and began unpacking his belongings into the mahogany wardrobe in front of him.
Ville, what is going on? Frank thought, probing for the familiarity of his sire’s mind.
I am not sure, heila. But fear not. Tell me, what happened with you and Gerard? I sense concern on your mind and much bitter pain on his, the eldest Finn replied.
* * *
Gerard remained in the parlour, absently staring at the door through which Frank has just left. His mind whirred with the situation that had just occurred. How can I expect him to understand what I am trying to say? He barely knows me at all. There is no way these feelings could possibly be reciprocated... Unless… He may remember more than he is letting on. Not as if I would be able to tell, Frank keeps his mind well guarded, though I sense a special relationship between him and Lauri. He sighed.
Ville entered the room unexpectedly, interrupting Gerard’s train of thought.
“Are you alright? Frank seems rattled and very confused. I assume you did not tell him.” Ville inquired.
“Your assumption is correct. I do not think he is emotionally prepared for that kind of information. It would make an already extremely tense situation much worse. Also, I am not convinced that he has feelings for no one else, and I see no point in trying to steal a heart that has already been captured. He and Lauri seem very close.” Gerard replied, attempting to appear nonchalant.
“They are as brothers. Nothing more than that, I assure you. You worry too much Gee.” Gerard smiled at the use of his old nickname.
“I guess that is good news for me then. But perhaps not.”
“I think you need to speak with him. I know he has dreamt of you many times since his rebirth. You were not the only one who saw the flash of recognition in his eyes when you opened that door.”
“If you think it best, Ville. I would rather leave the matter untouched until we have the issue with the other covens figured out. I do not trust this upstart for one second.”
“I agree that this is not the most opportune of times, but by the time this war is over, it may be too late.”
“I know. I am just unsure of what I should do. He does not need the extra stress right now, but if something should happen to one of us, and he never found out, I should feel terrible.” Gerard sighed deeply, pondering this mess.
“This is odd for you, yes? Not knowing what to do?” Ville tried desperately not to smirk.
“Yes it is. I am not used to having to deal with too many emotions. I am at a loss, Ville. I have issues with this type of dilemma, and you know that. I cannot abide this. Especially when it involves a vampire barely old enough to feed.”
“So this is how you truly feel? I should have known. I shall leave you to your most important business then,” said Frank, who had been quietly standing in the doorway, only hearing Gerard’s little rant.
“Wait! Frankie!” Gerard cried. He made to run after him, but Ville’s firm hand on his shoulder prevented him from doing so.
“Perhaps it is best this way.” Ville whispered.
“What is this, Ville?! Do you not want him to find out? If that is the case, then just say so! I do not want him mad at me without true comprehension.”
“Calm yourself, Gerard. You are not thinking. Regain your serenity, and then go speak with him. I can tell you now that he is livid.” Ville reasoned.
“Lovely.” He replied shortly.
Two deep breaths and a short walk later, Gerard found himself standing in front of Frank’s locked door, knocking softly.
“What do you want?” Frank questioned, his accented voice heavy with emotion.
“Merely to talk with you, and to apologize. It was wrong of me to speak of you that way. Though I believe you misunderstood and did not hear the context of the conversation that Ville and I were having.” He paused, “I just want to right things. I hate tension, especially amongst friends.”
There was silence within his room, followed by soft footsteps and the click of the door’s lock.
“Come in.”
He opened the door cautiously, knowing the Italian’s volatile tendencies.
“I understand your anger, heila, and I apologize. But, you acted mildly irrationally, especially because you hadn’t heard the entirety of what we were saying.”
“Well, thank you for that, Gerard. I always enjoy hearing myself called a child by the few people I am actually allowed considerable contact with. It always improves the quality of my day. Now, if you don’t mind, I have much unpacking to do, unless, of course, you’d rather insult me further.” He stared at Gerard, chocolate eyes boring into green ones.
Shamefacedly, Gerard sighed, “Look, I wasn’t trying to insult you. Ville and I were discussing a current dilemma of mine, and I was voicing my frustration with it. We did not mean for you to overhear, obviously, but you did, and now…I am at a loss. I do not know what you want me to say. I can only apologize once again, and bid you goodnight.”
Gerard turned and began walking away, straightening his shoulders in an effort to appear unconcerned by their conversation.
Frank began to close the door, and watched Gerard depart, shoulders drooping despite his best efforts. He sighed, regretting his harshness, though, confused by Gerard’s apparent concern over their little spat.
“Gerard…Please come back.” As the older man returned he continued, “Forgive me, I was over-reacting. I know I am younger and less experienced than you and Ville, I just hate being treated like a child.”
“I understand. In no way did I mean cause affront or seem biased against you because of your age.” He paused, “I am surprised at myself. It is unusual for me to have difficulty articulating myself, except when I am around you. You have this mysterious effect on me.” Gerard smiled softly, honey-green eyes penetrating Frank’s own.
Frank merely continued to stare at him, trying to uncover the secret behind that smile. Gerard is like the Mona Lisa, he thought.
And in that moment, Gerard leaned forward slowly, pressing his soft lips against Frank’s in a chaste, quick kiss.
* * *
* * *
Several days passed with nothing occurring between Frank and Gerard, except sidelong glances and unspoken words.
Lauri knew, of course, and made sure to tease Frank at every opportunity.
Ville merely ignored the situation, he had given Gerard the advice he needed, but it was up to Gerard to use it. However, he had yet to speak with Frank, who was in all likelihood the most confused.
Both men wished they could explain how they felt, but neither had the words, nor the tenacity and purposefulness to do so.
Frank had finally become fed up. He was sick of this waiting. It seemed all he ever did. Ville was planning something. No one had any idea what, except perhaps Lauri, who was spending more time than either of the other two with Ville.
Gerard had become completely reclusive. He spent all of his time alone in his room, painting, sketching, and writing.
Frank, utterly frustrated, stayed in his room, obsessing over the incident, wishing Gerard would simply tell him what the hell was going on.
The only thing that really perturbed him was that he couldn’t quite come to terms with how he felt. As a mortal, he had dated his fair share of boys [and girls], but since his transformation had refrained from any romantic ties. Frank had not felt this way about anyone since his ‘death’. Even Ville and Lauri had not caused near this much emotional distress.
And Gerard, essentially refusing to speak with him? That kiss had meant far more to Frank than he had originally suspected.
It was decided.
Frank had to talk with Gerard, no matter the outcome or consequences.
I have got to do this, he thought. I cannot live with him not speaking to me. It is torture. Damnable torture.
Frank stood and left his room. He walked down the hall towards the opposite side of the house and Gerard’s apartments, his heart beating quicker every second. The large mahogany door came into view. Frank stopped, breathed deeply, trying to center himself.
He knocked once, no answer.
Twice. The silence was deafening.
Thrice.
“Gerard, are you there?”
Finally, he just opened to door and walked in.
“Gerard?” He called softly into the dimness.
“Yes, Frank?” The older vampire responded, and looked up from the sketchbook lying in his lap.
Frank’s purpose and anger melted at the sight of Gerard. His face was drawn and even paler than normal. Dark circles rimmed his eyes from an obvious and considerable lack of rest. He had not fed in days.
There were piles of paper surrounding him, some with scribbled words and others with sketches, varying in detail.
“Gee, what are you doing to yourself? Is whatever problem you are having honestly worth it?” Frank sat down on the wide bed next to him. Gerard simply looked at Frank, once bright eyes now dulled.
“What is wrong with you? You have barely spoken in days. Was it something I did? I’m not trying to hurt you. I could never do that. I just can’t seem to understand you at all. Every time I get close, something happens, and I cannot take it anymore. You and Ville are keeping something from me, and I am sick to death of being kept in the proverbial dark. So, if I am not enlightened as to the situation with Ville and that which is going on between you and I, I shall leave, and find another coven or simply live by myself. I don’t want to. I’ve begun to doubt if I can survive without you. But I will leave if I am not wanted.”
Gerard stared at the coverlet, trying to process what he had just heard.
Frank can’t leave. He won’t. It’s just a bluff. He can’t leave. I-I…
“You can’t go.” Gerard stated simply, looking up at Frank.
“Oh? And why not?”
“Because…”
“Because why?”
Gerard leaned forward, closing the small gap between them, and pushing his chapped lips against Frank’s soft, pink ones. Frank gasped and stiffened, then melted into the kiss. He moved his hands to tangle in Gerard’s inky locks, as Gerard’s tongue swept his bottom lip, begging entrance, which Frank granted instantly. With tongues entwining, their hands found their way to each other, clasping tightly.
Gerard pulled back, putting his mouth next to Frank’s ear and whispering:
“Because I’m in love with you.”
* * *
So yeah.
I'm ending it there, because honestly, I like it ending there.
I've always been rather fond of open endings.
I may write a sequel someday, should the mood strike me, but I don't know.
So don't ask.
I'm rather surprised [[and pleased]] you read all that, thank you.
Comments and ConCrit are most appreciated.
I wrote this a really long time ago.
Over a year.
And....
Yeah.
I posted it on a bunch of comms, but never got much feedback.
Granted, I don't expect you all to read the entire thing.
It is over 12 pages long on MS Word.
And...yeah.
I'm rather proud of it.
It's the longest thing I've ever written, and in some respects, I think the best.
But one never truly knows.
Just a little something to add....
This is dedicated to Serena, since she was pestering me to repost on AIM.
And I cos I love her wayy too much.
Also to Clea, as she is my darling.
BTW. This takes place during the Victorian Era.
Vampire Heart (ft. Ville Valo of HIM and Lauri Ylonen of The Rasmus)
* * *
He gasped as the vampire’s elongated canines sank into his pale flesh, whilst rivers of crimson meandered down his throat only to be lapped up by the famished child of darkness.
Francesco Iero awoke to the sound of the birds calling musically around him. Thankful for the heavy black damask curtains at his window, he disentangled his limbs from the vermillion satin sheets, while the memories of his rebirth dissipated as the mist from a lake with the rising of the sun.
His attempts at rest remained futile as his subconscious mind was plagued with the visions of his sire Ville. Ville’s penetrating green eyes seemed to bore through Frank’s soul at every meeting, and even in his dreams. His thick Finnish accent constantly rang in his ears, for the bond between sire and child was a strong one, and telepathic communication was not uncommon, in fact, it was expected.
Frank had a brother, so to speak, another child of Ville’s, Lauri. The two were close to the same age and got along well, often acting mischievously to provoke the elder’s wrath.
The three lived alone in a huge mansion in the countryside outside of Helsinki, as both Lauri and Ville were native Finns, and dearly loved their homeland. Frank, however, was Italian, and had been brought here soon after Ville’s hunger and loneliness had wrought him immortal.
He did not regret leaving his home in Venice, his music had not offered much towards the act of gaining of capital; the one room studio flat was testament to this. The musician also had neither friends nor family until his move to this estate, which could only be described as palatial. Frank’s life had been a lonely one, but even now, when he still spent most of his time alone, he felt loved and cared for, a pleasant change from his previous surroudings.
So when Ville brought Frank to his home, at the tender age of 18, he had already seen more of life than many an old grandmother could boast.
That had been little less than a year ago, and now Frank missed nothing of his old existence, and only looked toward the future, and his next meal.
However, Frank was not one to hunt for sport, he had yet to become completely used to the necessities of vampiric life. Another of his “mortal quirks”, as Ville called them, was that he always killed his prey, and never created a companion for himself, one to join their little coven.
As was the norm for the vampyyri, Frank slept during the daylight hours, as direct sunlight made him quite ill. But at night, after the moon had risen, he would play, most often songs written during his short mortal lifespan, or about people, like Lauri and Ville, but sometimes he played songs written for a person he had never seen.
There was one who was always there, almost as if he was part of Frank’s subconscious. They had never met, but the character constantly haunted Frank’s dreams, piercing honey-green eyes allowing him no peace.
He rose from his bed and proceeded to begin to dress himself, meanwhile turning on his stereo and enjoying the music being broadcasted around his apartments.
A soft knock at the heavy, wooden door alerted him to the presence of another, although he had already been aware of Lauri for some time, his abnormal [for a human] hearing abilities having attracted his attention.
Frank stepped softly outside his door, dressed simply, in a black silk shirt and pants, and made his way down to the gardens, Lauri loyally at his side.
Apparently, Ville had requested his presence, and he knew that he had somehow displeased him; he very rarely required Lauri or Frank to see him.
He swept into the rose garden, moonlight illuminating his tattooed skin and reflecting midnight blue highlights in his raven hair.
“Good Evening, Frank.” His resonant voice permeating the humid air, and sending chills up Frank’s spine.
“Good Evening, Master,” he replied, in an even tone, though anxiety had taken up residence in his mind.
“Why is it that you wanted to see me?” He inquired.
“I have received news of a band of rogue vampyyri, and would much appreciate it if you and Lauri could rid the quiet countryside of these troublemakers. I assume this would not be too much trouble?”
“Of course not, Master.” Frank and Lauri assented.
“Is there anything else you need, Sire?”
“No. Goodnight.”
Lauri and Frank removed themselves to the kitchen, to discuss the matters further.
“Why does Ville care if there are other vampyyri in the area?” Lauri wondered, mirroring Frank’s own thoughts.
“That I do not know, but their appearance is troubling him. I have never seen him this way before, and something that disturbs an ancient ought to disturb us. You yourself have only been recently awakened.”
“Yes, I am aware of that. Thank you.” Lauri replied shortly.
“Calm down, I meant no offense. I am not any more of an adept than you.”
“I know,” he sighed, “I am sorry for snapping, but this quest from Ville has me anxious.”
“In that, you are not alone,” Frank murmured. ”But,” he began again, voice gaining strength, “we must hunt tonight if we are to defeat these savages. I will leave within the hour, do you wish to join me?”
“Yes, I will come with you.” Lauri stared dejectedly off into space.
“Do not fear,” said Frank, trying to sound confident, though he was even more anxious than his companion.
* * *
* * *
Frank and Lauri parted to pack the few provisions they would require. But before doing anything, Frank made his way to the castle library to see if he could ascertain any information on what was bothering Ville.
His rapid search was not in vain. Frank uncovered volumes on a vampiric rebellion against another vampire gone rogue, who proclaimed himself leader. He knew not the consequence of his discovery, but comprehended the unease exhibited in Ville’s behaviour.
“The nosferatu had lived independently in peace for over five millennia. In certain, usually deserted areas, clans formed, but these were a rare occurrence and the majority lived in relative anonymity of those outside their immediate surroundings. None had attempted to rule the vampiric community until the beginning of the twentieth century when the self proclaimed Lord Alucard (a play on his former name Dracula) and his partner-in-crime Seras, announced that as the world’s most famous Homo Dirus, he would now rule the international vampiric community.”
Frank inhaled sharply.
Good Lord, he thought. Is this who Ville wishes for Lauri and I to challenge? This is Alucard; he is an impassable fortress of strength. Even I have heard some of those stories. No one who fights Alucard and Seras survives. No one. How are Lauri and I supposed to compete with that? What was Ville thinking?!
Had only Frank had the good sense to continue reading, he would have encountered the following passage:
“There was, however, a rebellion conducted against the upstart Alucard, led by whom many consider to be the most powerful nosferatu alive, the one now known as Ville Valo. It was he who originally challenged Alucard and brought about his downfall. No one was present at the final battle, but the story goes that a promise was made, one that has now been broken, and revenge upon the betrayer shall be had. “
Ville sat in the dark leather chair in his study, tapping his chin lightly with his long, white forefinger. His deep eyes held a look of contemplation. He was deeply perturbed at the sudden actions of the one who calls himself Dracula (though that name belongs to another), and angered by the insolent actions against one whom ‘Dracula’ knew he never could match in battle.
What has changed? Ville mused. How long have I let my mind sleep? I must awaken now and rise to the task before me. I see Frank’s discovery in his mind, I hope he fears not that I will have him face this alone. Even so, I doubt he would fail. This upstart’s name is no more than a transparent façade he has put up around himself to instill fear. It may work on some, but there are others of us that know better.
* * *
A firm knocking at his door brought Frank out of his trance.
“Come in,” he answered.
“I need to speak with you about your journey with Lauri.”
“Yes, I had been meaning to address the same issue with you. You see, I have done some reading up on Alucard and-“
“Quiet. You know nothing of that affair. I see that this shall take some explaining. It was too much for me to hope that you two could do this without any questions.”
“I am sorry, Master.”
“Ei...No. It is nothing. I must tell you what those books cannot. The Alucard we are fighting against is not the real Alucard. He is merely a face to the name, he has no real power. How he managed to convince Seras otherwise I do not know. I had hoped for this to remain a secret known only to myself but I assume I must enlighten you younglings. The fact of the matter is that I-“
“Ville! Frank! There has been an attack on the castle! You must come!” Lauri yelled through the thick, oaken door.
“What?!” Frank cried, leaping off of the sofa he had been residing on.
“It’s seems we shall be having a little fun this evening.” Ville said calmly.
“What the hell are you talking about, fun?!” Frank stared at his mentor, dumbfounded.
“Please calm yourself, armas. I promise, neither you nor Lauri shall be harmed. You should not fret. This skirmish barely deserves recognition. Our attacker merely wants information. He is curious as to whether I shall fight this time around. He should not be surprised. Shall we?” Ville motioned to the door and followed Frank smoothly out into the wide corridor.
They followed the noises of fighting coming from the front hall, and as they entered the room, Frank yelled aloud.
* * *
* * *
Lauri lay on the floor, blood pouring from a deep gash in his chest.
“Lauri!” Frank cried, “What has happened to you?!”
“Frank! Calm down! He will be fine!”
“What the hell do you mean ‘he will be fine’! He is obviously not fine!”
He ran towards Lauri, lifted him easily off the floor and sprinted down the hall to his apartments.
As soon as he arrived, he began attempting to attend to Lauri’s wounds, but could only watch as they began healing themselves before his wide-eyed stare.
Lauri opened his eyes and blinked slowly a few times. He sat up and examined his surroundings, certainly not the ones he remembered being injured in. His gaze finally fell on Frank, who was staring at him in disbelief.
“Frankie, are you all right? You look pale, even more so than normal.”
“I…I…You’re alright. But how?” Frank whispered.
“Had you forgotten, armas? Those puny mortal weapons have no lasting effect on us. They do not even cause pain,” came a voice from the doorway. The younger vampyyri both turned to look, though they already knew the identity of the speaker.
“Come,” Ville continued, “we have much to do. And we must leave immediately. Next time they shall come more prepared.”
The trio left within the hour and used Ville’s coach to travel, since it was less conspicuous then running the way they did. Soon they came upon an old mansion in the middle of a deep forest.
“Where are we?” Frank breathed.
“At an old acquaintance of mine’s home.” Ville responded.
Ville walked swiftly up the path to the black front door. He knocked three times and waited patiently for an answer. The door was cracked, and a voice was heard, “Who are you? What do you want?”
“Se on I-kirjain. Me raivo haastaa avulla te.” Ville replied.
“We?” The voice inquired as the door swung wide, revealing a set of piercing hazel eyes set beneath a curtain of raven hair. “It is good to see you again, my friend. I had wondered if you would ever return from the journey.”
* * *
* * *
The owner of the house opened the door, sweeping his inky hair out of his eyes.
Frank inwardly gasped. Those eyes. I know those eyes. But who is he?
Ville’s voice joined his thoughts. Peace heila, he is a friend. One who has been on my mind much of late. Do not fear, there is much that you still do not know.
At that, Frank understood, and yet remained puzzled. His presence had been affecting Ville and therefore him. But why? Who was this enigmatic man?
Immediately, the troupe was ushered into the parlour with the artistic gesture of a pale hand. The room was magnificently furnished with chairs and sofas of grey silk, with crimson walls and onyx carpeting.
Frank could not help but stare at their host, no matter how inscrutable he might be, there was an air of familiarity around him that was unnerving.
When Frank finally looked away, he sensed an unfamiliar mind probing his. Stiffening, he turned, only to come face-to-face with a pair of piercing hazel eyes staring into his.
The stranger averted his gaze as he responded to Ville’s inquiry about his doings of late.
Frank was dumbfounded and now extremely intrigued by this friend of his master’s.
“Gerard, why have you not contacted me if you were in the area? You know you could have stayed at the castle.”
“Yes, I know. But I knew you and the boy were safe, so I had no need to protect him or you any further.”
“Protect us? You should have been protected! That upstart has been searching for you for decades!”
Gerard sighed, “I know. That is another reason why I never came. I feared for the safety of you both, and now you three.”
“Wait.” Frank interjected, “How did you know of me?”
“How? I was with the Ville the entire time. Do you not remember, minun armas?”
Frank remained quiet for a while, pondering this new fact.
* * *
“You were?” He finally asked. “But why didn’t you tell me?” He turned to Ville and Lauri, who, to his surprise, had disappeared. “Where did they go?” He asked softly.
“Ville and Lauri? They removed themselves some time ago. I assume they believed we required some privacy to continue our discussion. Ville wanted me to explain what truly happened.” He paused.
“Well, what are you waiting for?”
Gerard sighed once more, staring longingly at the carpet, as if trying to divulge some meaning from its fibres.
“Gerard, what is it? Please tell me.” Frank moved to sit next to him. He breathed deeply, inhaling the exotic scent of Gerard’s skin.
“When Ville changed you, it was not an easy transformation. Your body tried to reject the poison coursing through your veins. It takes most one to three days for the process to be completed. You took over a week. During that time, I was the only person you saw. While you were sleeping, albeit restlessly, you would call my name and I could hear you whimpering from your nightmares. My heart, icy from years of war, began to thaw. It killed me that there was nothing I could do to help, other than sit by you and hold you as terrors invaded your subconscious.”
A single, pearlescent tear rolled down his alabaster cheek.
* * *
* * *
Frank looked at Gerard in disbelief. “So that is why I dreamt of you constantly? Not the connection between Ville and I, but the fact that you, essentially, saved my life?”
His eyes held a haunted look as the two vampyyri locked gaze.
“I didn’t save your life. But you saved Ville’s. And for that, I am forever indebted.”
“What do you mean?”
“When Ville changed you, he was exceedingly weak and needed nourishment desperately. When I found you, you were on the brink of death. That’s why Ville chose you and in turn, your blood saved him from certain demise. However, one thing I still do not understand is how Ville came to become so weak in the first place. He is the most powerful vampyyri on this Earth. But whatever it was, you cured him.”
Frank remained silent, absorbing this new information being thrown at him, trying to comprehend the situation.
“So, how does this involve you and me? Why couldn’t he just tell me himself?”
“I believe he wanted me to explain how this,” he gestured gracefully, looking for words, “affected me. But I find now that I cannot bring myself to. It is too soon, you would not understand anyway.”
“Why? What is it? Gerard, armas, why can you not explain yourself plainly? You have been speaking in riddles since we arrived.”
“Ei. You would not understand. The implications alone would terrify you.”
“Try me,” he responded. “ I doubt anything you say can frighten me more than past experiences.”
“Oho? Do you? Well, for one, this Alucard that we are dealing with, is not the real Alucard. The true vampire prince Dracula’s identity has remained hidden from most of the public. Secondly, our Ville? Our darling Ville Valo, is not who he seems. Even I am not who you think I am. And, because of this, Ville and I are being hunted as we speak. As are you, though, by the expression on your face, you had no idea.”
Frank stared at him, nonplussed.
“Gerard, what the hell is wrong with you? One minute you are confessing your deepest emotional pain and the next you are trying to frighten me? Why are you doing this? What are you trying to convey? I can sense something is really troubling you, that much I know. And if you won’t tell me, that’s fine, but I do not need to be lectured like a child.” Frank rose from his seated position and left Gerard alone in the parlour.
He sat on the end in his new room, his mind a jumbled mess of confused thoughts and feelings. What is his problem? He seemed to be trying to tell me something extremely crucial, but every time he came close to telling me, he stopped. I cannot sense anything other than a slight disturbance. Why won’t he open up? He knows he can trust us. I owe him my life, why does he think he cannot trust me? Ugh. Sitting here stressing over this solves nothing. If Gerard will not allow himself the luxury of speaking freely, the is nothing I can do to force him. Sighing softly, he stood up and began unpacking his belongings into the mahogany wardrobe in front of him.
Ville, what is going on? Frank thought, probing for the familiarity of his sire’s mind.
I am not sure, heila. But fear not. Tell me, what happened with you and Gerard? I sense concern on your mind and much bitter pain on his, the eldest Finn replied.
* * *
Gerard remained in the parlour, absently staring at the door through which Frank has just left. His mind whirred with the situation that had just occurred. How can I expect him to understand what I am trying to say? He barely knows me at all. There is no way these feelings could possibly be reciprocated... Unless… He may remember more than he is letting on. Not as if I would be able to tell, Frank keeps his mind well guarded, though I sense a special relationship between him and Lauri. He sighed.
Ville entered the room unexpectedly, interrupting Gerard’s train of thought.
“Are you alright? Frank seems rattled and very confused. I assume you did not tell him.” Ville inquired.
“Your assumption is correct. I do not think he is emotionally prepared for that kind of information. It would make an already extremely tense situation much worse. Also, I am not convinced that he has feelings for no one else, and I see no point in trying to steal a heart that has already been captured. He and Lauri seem very close.” Gerard replied, attempting to appear nonchalant.
“They are as brothers. Nothing more than that, I assure you. You worry too much Gee.” Gerard smiled at the use of his old nickname.
“I guess that is good news for me then. But perhaps not.”
“I think you need to speak with him. I know he has dreamt of you many times since his rebirth. You were not the only one who saw the flash of recognition in his eyes when you opened that door.”
“If you think it best, Ville. I would rather leave the matter untouched until we have the issue with the other covens figured out. I do not trust this upstart for one second.”
“I agree that this is not the most opportune of times, but by the time this war is over, it may be too late.”
“I know. I am just unsure of what I should do. He does not need the extra stress right now, but if something should happen to one of us, and he never found out, I should feel terrible.” Gerard sighed deeply, pondering this mess.
“This is odd for you, yes? Not knowing what to do?” Ville tried desperately not to smirk.
“Yes it is. I am not used to having to deal with too many emotions. I am at a loss, Ville. I have issues with this type of dilemma, and you know that. I cannot abide this. Especially when it involves a vampire barely old enough to feed.”
“So this is how you truly feel? I should have known. I shall leave you to your most important business then,” said Frank, who had been quietly standing in the doorway, only hearing Gerard’s little rant.
“Wait! Frankie!” Gerard cried. He made to run after him, but Ville’s firm hand on his shoulder prevented him from doing so.
“Perhaps it is best this way.” Ville whispered.
“What is this, Ville?! Do you not want him to find out? If that is the case, then just say so! I do not want him mad at me without true comprehension.”
“Calm yourself, Gerard. You are not thinking. Regain your serenity, and then go speak with him. I can tell you now that he is livid.” Ville reasoned.
“Lovely.” He replied shortly.
Two deep breaths and a short walk later, Gerard found himself standing in front of Frank’s locked door, knocking softly.
“What do you want?” Frank questioned, his accented voice heavy with emotion.
“Merely to talk with you, and to apologize. It was wrong of me to speak of you that way. Though I believe you misunderstood and did not hear the context of the conversation that Ville and I were having.” He paused, “I just want to right things. I hate tension, especially amongst friends.”
There was silence within his room, followed by soft footsteps and the click of the door’s lock.
“Come in.”
He opened the door cautiously, knowing the Italian’s volatile tendencies.
“I understand your anger, heila, and I apologize. But, you acted mildly irrationally, especially because you hadn’t heard the entirety of what we were saying.”
“Well, thank you for that, Gerard. I always enjoy hearing myself called a child by the few people I am actually allowed considerable contact with. It always improves the quality of my day. Now, if you don’t mind, I have much unpacking to do, unless, of course, you’d rather insult me further.” He stared at Gerard, chocolate eyes boring into green ones.
Shamefacedly, Gerard sighed, “Look, I wasn’t trying to insult you. Ville and I were discussing a current dilemma of mine, and I was voicing my frustration with it. We did not mean for you to overhear, obviously, but you did, and now…I am at a loss. I do not know what you want me to say. I can only apologize once again, and bid you goodnight.”
Gerard turned and began walking away, straightening his shoulders in an effort to appear unconcerned by their conversation.
Frank began to close the door, and watched Gerard depart, shoulders drooping despite his best efforts. He sighed, regretting his harshness, though, confused by Gerard’s apparent concern over their little spat.
“Gerard…Please come back.” As the older man returned he continued, “Forgive me, I was over-reacting. I know I am younger and less experienced than you and Ville, I just hate being treated like a child.”
“I understand. In no way did I mean cause affront or seem biased against you because of your age.” He paused, “I am surprised at myself. It is unusual for me to have difficulty articulating myself, except when I am around you. You have this mysterious effect on me.” Gerard smiled softly, honey-green eyes penetrating Frank’s own.
Frank merely continued to stare at him, trying to uncover the secret behind that smile. Gerard is like the Mona Lisa, he thought.
And in that moment, Gerard leaned forward slowly, pressing his soft lips against Frank’s in a chaste, quick kiss.
* * *
* * *
Several days passed with nothing occurring between Frank and Gerard, except sidelong glances and unspoken words.
Lauri knew, of course, and made sure to tease Frank at every opportunity.
Ville merely ignored the situation, he had given Gerard the advice he needed, but it was up to Gerard to use it. However, he had yet to speak with Frank, who was in all likelihood the most confused.
Both men wished they could explain how they felt, but neither had the words, nor the tenacity and purposefulness to do so.
Frank had finally become fed up. He was sick of this waiting. It seemed all he ever did. Ville was planning something. No one had any idea what, except perhaps Lauri, who was spending more time than either of the other two with Ville.
Gerard had become completely reclusive. He spent all of his time alone in his room, painting, sketching, and writing.
Frank, utterly frustrated, stayed in his room, obsessing over the incident, wishing Gerard would simply tell him what the hell was going on.
The only thing that really perturbed him was that he couldn’t quite come to terms with how he felt. As a mortal, he had dated his fair share of boys [and girls], but since his transformation had refrained from any romantic ties. Frank had not felt this way about anyone since his ‘death’. Even Ville and Lauri had not caused near this much emotional distress.
And Gerard, essentially refusing to speak with him? That kiss had meant far more to Frank than he had originally suspected.
It was decided.
Frank had to talk with Gerard, no matter the outcome or consequences.
I have got to do this, he thought. I cannot live with him not speaking to me. It is torture. Damnable torture.
Frank stood and left his room. He walked down the hall towards the opposite side of the house and Gerard’s apartments, his heart beating quicker every second. The large mahogany door came into view. Frank stopped, breathed deeply, trying to center himself.
He knocked once, no answer.
Twice. The silence was deafening.
Thrice.
“Gerard, are you there?”
Finally, he just opened to door and walked in.
“Gerard?” He called softly into the dimness.
“Yes, Frank?” The older vampire responded, and looked up from the sketchbook lying in his lap.
Frank’s purpose and anger melted at the sight of Gerard. His face was drawn and even paler than normal. Dark circles rimmed his eyes from an obvious and considerable lack of rest. He had not fed in days.
There were piles of paper surrounding him, some with scribbled words and others with sketches, varying in detail.
“Gee, what are you doing to yourself? Is whatever problem you are having honestly worth it?” Frank sat down on the wide bed next to him. Gerard simply looked at Frank, once bright eyes now dulled.
“What is wrong with you? You have barely spoken in days. Was it something I did? I’m not trying to hurt you. I could never do that. I just can’t seem to understand you at all. Every time I get close, something happens, and I cannot take it anymore. You and Ville are keeping something from me, and I am sick to death of being kept in the proverbial dark. So, if I am not enlightened as to the situation with Ville and that which is going on between you and I, I shall leave, and find another coven or simply live by myself. I don’t want to. I’ve begun to doubt if I can survive without you. But I will leave if I am not wanted.”
Gerard stared at the coverlet, trying to process what he had just heard.
Frank can’t leave. He won’t. It’s just a bluff. He can’t leave. I-I…
“You can’t go.” Gerard stated simply, looking up at Frank.
“Oh? And why not?”
“Because…”
“Because why?”
Gerard leaned forward, closing the small gap between them, and pushing his chapped lips against Frank’s soft, pink ones. Frank gasped and stiffened, then melted into the kiss. He moved his hands to tangle in Gerard’s inky locks, as Gerard’s tongue swept his bottom lip, begging entrance, which Frank granted instantly. With tongues entwining, their hands found their way to each other, clasping tightly.
Gerard pulled back, putting his mouth next to Frank’s ear and whispering:
“Because I’m in love with you.”
* * *
So yeah.
I'm ending it there, because honestly, I like it ending there.
I've always been rather fond of open endings.
I may write a sequel someday, should the mood strike me, but I don't know.
So don't ask.
I'm rather surprised [[and pleased]] you read all that, thank you.
Comments and ConCrit are most appreciated.