Chronicles of the Song - Work In Progress
listening to: Castlevania - Castlevania Theme ~Gothic Techno Mix~
wishes for: more gothic castlevania music to get me writing!! >w<
mood:

The following piece of fiction is written as partial requirement for the midterm project for the subject Hucoint/Human-Computer Interaction at our college. I based it off of my RPG character in a World of Darkness campaign. I am, in all accounts, not affiliated with White Wolf Game Studio. The game is theirs, the characters are mine. Thank you.

Mood music:
Yami no Matsuei - Devil's Trill
Final Fantasy IX - Kuja's Theme
Castlevania - Castlevania Theme ~Gothic Techno Mix~
Castlevania - Bloody Tears Hard Remix
Castlevania - Vampire Killer ~Gothic Techno Mix~

God, those are orgasmic <3


Alphonse

The blood on his lips tasted sweet, it was divine. He wanted to take more, but if he did, he would no longer be able to play with his favorite doll. Cradling the lifeless body of Killian's daughter, he gave her some of his blood. "Welcome to the unlife, my dearest," he said after the deed was done. Alphonse carried his beloved doll, carried her away from the dying village.

Aria

Aria woke up with a throbbing headache. Sitting up, she noted that she was no longer at home. That was when she remembered her nightmare: Two sharp fangs sinking down, biting into her flesh, into her neck. She shuddered, hugging herself.
And then she gasped. She was wearing a nightdress made of the finest silks in England, sitting on a large and soft four-poster bed, surrounded by pillows. Where was she? What in the world was she doing in such a place?

Aria-Alphonse

"Have you had a good sleep, my dear?" came a voice. It was Alphonse, Aria's Teacher, the person who helped her out of her depression. Seeing the alarmed expression on her face, Alphonse smiled. "Please, do not be alarmed," he said, "You are safe. There is no need to worry, the Plague will no longer bother you."
"What do you mean?" Aria asked, her voice shaky. The events were too overwhelming for her to take. "Where am I? Where's Father? What happened to him?!" She was crying now, the tears were streaming down on her cheeks. Ah, but she was still beautiful, noted Alphonse. He smiled, whether it looked comforting of menacing was up to who saw it. "You do not need to worry about him anymore, my dear. His passing was peaceful, as was your mother's," he said.

Aria

The news was too sudden. Aria could no longer hold back the tears. She stared at her Teacher in bewilderment. She cried, and cried, and cried. She could not believe it. She was too late; She was alone. So alone. The sadness was too great for her to handle. Covering her face with her hands, she sobbed. THere was no longer any reason to live.

Alphonse

His pretty doll started crying. Her depression was back, it seemed. Ah, how sweet was the sound of her sobs. He delighted in it, as he did when she cried for her dear lost Imril. Things were going smoothly for him. The next step now would be to introduce his beloved little doll to the new world he brought her in, to the world of the UnLiving. Smiling, he stepped forward towards his doll's bed and sat next to her. He took her hands from her face and lifted her chin so that he would look into her tear-swollen eyes.

Aria-Alphonse

"These tears," Alphonse began, "have no use for the dead." And it was so, in more ways than one. "How can you say that?" Aria sobbed. "How can you say--" Alphone's finger pressed on her lips, silencing her. "Dearest, I did not mean it for them," he said. "I meant it for you. You, who died and was cursed to live again."
She could not believe what her Teacher just said. "Lies," was all Aria managed to say, her voice barely a whisper. The tears were there again, blurring her vision.
"Don't tell me you have forgotten, dearest?" Alphonse said. "Ah, but I suppose I cannot blame you. A lot has happened to you, my dear. Shall I refresh your memory?" He asked, cupping Aria's face with his hand, turning her head to face him, as if to kiss her. Aria's eyes were teary, and they hinted that she remembered the hysteria. Even her death.

Aria

Her mind went blank. Nothing. Dear god, there was nothing anymore. She felt faint all of a sudden, as if there was no blood in her. Not that it mattered. If her Teacher said that she had already died, then it no longer mattered, how she felt. She let herself fall back to the nest of pillows.
And then, she notice the salty sweet scent of blood. It was alluring, seducing. She closed her eyes, trying to follow the scent, needing it, wanting it, lusting for it. The feeling was so strange, lusting for blood, and yet, it felt absolutely normal.

Alphonse

He saw his childe pale, all the color was gone from her, the realization must have been too shocking for her. Ah, nevertheless, it was time for her to accept the fact that she was already a Vampire, no longer human. Aria dropped back to the pillows on her bed. He licked his lips; He knew his childe was hungry. He drew a blade from his cloak and slit his wrist, letting the blood spill out. The reaction from his childe was immediate. She knew blood had been let, and he knew she wanted it. He brought his bleeding wrist to her lips.

Aria-Alphonse

It was just a drop, a tiny litte drop of blood on her lips, and she felt excruciatingly euphoric. Aria lashed her tongue out, parting the slit on Alphonse's wrist, letting the blood flow into her. She licked, she sucked, she drank the blood of her Sire. Alphonse was proud.
A moment later, he drew back his wrist and licked his wound to heal. "That is enough, my dear," he told his childe. "There will be more the next time."