Post by Caty Cobain on Sept 1, 2005 12:31:48 GMT -5
Title: Revenge is sweet but blood is sweeter.
Author: Caty Cobain AKA Gaia Anderson
Genre: vampire fic, death fic, angst, romance.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Just read it and see...
Summary: Victoria Wexford is a 105-year-old vampire; she is a highly respected member of the Vampire Rights and Control Centre. Everything has been wonderful for Victoria since the day she turned 15, made a pact with John Harrington and became a vampire, she doesn’t age, she looks the same. When a rebellious vampire starts creating havoc and Victoria is sent to sort it out, she realises that ordinary people aren’t as cold and heartless as she had always thought. Can she stop the rebellious vampire or will she continue to create havoc for the VRCC?
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. It is my story, the plots and ideas are mine. Therefore it is not to be reused, reproduced, reposted or copied in any way without MY permission.
CHAPTER ONE
THE VRCC
Victoria Wexford crossed the vast graveyard with her back straight; her posture was perfect, as it always had been. The graveyard had an eerie mist lurking over it; the gravestones were tall, looming, crumbling with all sorts of weeds growing over the top of them. The church was slightly up on a hill, it was an old building, unused by the ordinary people who passed it without giving it a second glance, the windows were broken and the walls were falling down.
This had been the church that Victoria had attended as a child; she had recommended it as Headquarters for the VRCC. The VRCC was the Vampire Rights and Control Council, vampires lived by their own rules, Victoria was a very wealthy, high-powered member of the VRCC and she was late for the first meeting of the new year, the Samhain meeting; the meeting was the only annual meeting that hadn’t been abandoned as time went on.
A frown formed across Curtis Orleans pale brow and he ran his hands through his short, spiky, black hair, this wasn’t like Victoria, she was never late, what had happened to her? His sense picked up a new vampire presence, Victoria’s he was sure of it, despite the fact he was sitting in a room with about a dozen other vampires he knew that it was Victoria. The arched wooden doors burst open and Victoria walked in, she was unmistakeable, her dark eyes, that were heavily eyelined, flashed around the room, her thick, newly dyed, black hair hung to her elbows. She was wearing the Gothic style of this age, a knee length black dress, a pair of black tights and a pair of boots, which, Victoria had once told Curtis, were called ‘New Rocks’. She was also wearing a deep purple, silk cloak. A hush fell among the vampires and they all looked expectantly at her.
“Evening all.” She said in a strong voice that meant, ‘no one talk about me being late.’ Everyone murmured the same sort of thing as she sat down between Curtis Orleans and John Harrington, John Harrington was the vampire who had made her a vampire. He was the Vampire King, but he went by an ordinary name and looked like an ordinary man.
“What are the issues that have risen this year?” demanded Victoria directing her gaze to John, who rubbed his unshaven chin and looked up.
“A rebel, we have spotted her, one Julia McCausland, goes by the name of Julie. She is creating chaos and the ordinarys are getting suspicious and scared, what with all the deaths and all, you can’t really blame them, since they don’t know what’s happening.” Said John in a low hoarse voice.
“What are we going to do about it?” asked George Patterson, banging his fist on the table impatiently.
“Send someone to get close to her, this girl has become a vampire by her own means, she has fangs and is really a vampire we need to know how she became a vampire before we attempt to control her.” said Curtis wisely. John looked at him and smiled his old smile.
“I think it’s a good plan, but we need a good actor or actress to do that.” John said. All eyes turned to Victoria. “Lets have a vote,” continued John, “All in favour of sending Victoria Wexford raise your right hand now.” all the hands apart from Victoria’s rose into the air. Victoria frowned.
“Give me the details at the end.” She muttered grumpily.
“To the matters at hand in our very community, Stephen Mason has just turned 500! I hope you are all going to go to his birthday party, aren’t you?” smiled John, everyone nodded and Victoria scowled huffily,
“I can’t, you sent me on that stupid mission.” Victoria growled.
“Oh my dear Vikki, I’m so sorry to hear that!” John said acting startled. Victoria looked at him strangely. They talked about matters at hand; the illegal blood bottle passings and then they had to go.
“Victoria!” called John, “Come here so I can tell you the details.”
“Fine!” snapped Victoria storming over to him, “What?”
“Your job is to go into the North, there is a small village called ‘The North’ as you know and there, you will find Julie, she will be there somewhere, your job is to make friends with her and to gain her trust, you must ask her how she became a vampire before you contact us to come and get her. Understand?” asked John.
“Yes.” Muttered Victoria.
“Do you know what I don’t understand?”
“No, what?”
“Why you don’t want to go on this mission.”
“Because I lived there, it was my home for five years until I became a vampire and started travelling with you. I don’t want to see any of those cold, heartless ordinarys that used to reject and misunderstand me so.”
“None of them will be alive now.”
“I suppose.”
“You must go.”
“I know that.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” With that Victoria turned on her heel and swept out of the room.
Curtis followed Victoria out of the building calling out to her,
“Victoria! Wait! What’s up?” Victoria stopped abruptly and turned to look at him.
“I’m going to The North. Ok? I have to find Julia McCausland who goes by the name of Julie. Do you think that’s going to be easy?”
“The North? Didn’t you live there for a while?” asked Curtis. Victoria sighed.
“Yes.” She admitted. “Now I have to get rest, I leave in the morning.” And with a swish of her silk, deep purple cloak she vanished into the darkness of the night.
Author: Caty Cobain AKA Gaia Anderson
Genre: vampire fic, death fic, angst, romance.
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Just read it and see...
Summary: Victoria Wexford is a 105-year-old vampire; she is a highly respected member of the Vampire Rights and Control Centre. Everything has been wonderful for Victoria since the day she turned 15, made a pact with John Harrington and became a vampire, she doesn’t age, she looks the same. When a rebellious vampire starts creating havoc and Victoria is sent to sort it out, she realises that ordinary people aren’t as cold and heartless as she had always thought. Can she stop the rebellious vampire or will she continue to create havoc for the VRCC?
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction. It is my story, the plots and ideas are mine. Therefore it is not to be reused, reproduced, reposted or copied in any way without MY permission.
CHAPTER ONE
THE VRCC
Victoria Wexford crossed the vast graveyard with her back straight; her posture was perfect, as it always had been. The graveyard had an eerie mist lurking over it; the gravestones were tall, looming, crumbling with all sorts of weeds growing over the top of them. The church was slightly up on a hill, it was an old building, unused by the ordinary people who passed it without giving it a second glance, the windows were broken and the walls were falling down.
This had been the church that Victoria had attended as a child; she had recommended it as Headquarters for the VRCC. The VRCC was the Vampire Rights and Control Council, vampires lived by their own rules, Victoria was a very wealthy, high-powered member of the VRCC and she was late for the first meeting of the new year, the Samhain meeting; the meeting was the only annual meeting that hadn’t been abandoned as time went on.
A frown formed across Curtis Orleans pale brow and he ran his hands through his short, spiky, black hair, this wasn’t like Victoria, she was never late, what had happened to her? His sense picked up a new vampire presence, Victoria’s he was sure of it, despite the fact he was sitting in a room with about a dozen other vampires he knew that it was Victoria. The arched wooden doors burst open and Victoria walked in, she was unmistakeable, her dark eyes, that were heavily eyelined, flashed around the room, her thick, newly dyed, black hair hung to her elbows. She was wearing the Gothic style of this age, a knee length black dress, a pair of black tights and a pair of boots, which, Victoria had once told Curtis, were called ‘New Rocks’. She was also wearing a deep purple, silk cloak. A hush fell among the vampires and they all looked expectantly at her.
“Evening all.” She said in a strong voice that meant, ‘no one talk about me being late.’ Everyone murmured the same sort of thing as she sat down between Curtis Orleans and John Harrington, John Harrington was the vampire who had made her a vampire. He was the Vampire King, but he went by an ordinary name and looked like an ordinary man.
“What are the issues that have risen this year?” demanded Victoria directing her gaze to John, who rubbed his unshaven chin and looked up.
“A rebel, we have spotted her, one Julia McCausland, goes by the name of Julie. She is creating chaos and the ordinarys are getting suspicious and scared, what with all the deaths and all, you can’t really blame them, since they don’t know what’s happening.” Said John in a low hoarse voice.
“What are we going to do about it?” asked George Patterson, banging his fist on the table impatiently.
“Send someone to get close to her, this girl has become a vampire by her own means, she has fangs and is really a vampire we need to know how she became a vampire before we attempt to control her.” said Curtis wisely. John looked at him and smiled his old smile.
“I think it’s a good plan, but we need a good actor or actress to do that.” John said. All eyes turned to Victoria. “Lets have a vote,” continued John, “All in favour of sending Victoria Wexford raise your right hand now.” all the hands apart from Victoria’s rose into the air. Victoria frowned.
“Give me the details at the end.” She muttered grumpily.
“To the matters at hand in our very community, Stephen Mason has just turned 500! I hope you are all going to go to his birthday party, aren’t you?” smiled John, everyone nodded and Victoria scowled huffily,
“I can’t, you sent me on that stupid mission.” Victoria growled.
“Oh my dear Vikki, I’m so sorry to hear that!” John said acting startled. Victoria looked at him strangely. They talked about matters at hand; the illegal blood bottle passings and then they had to go.
“Victoria!” called John, “Come here so I can tell you the details.”
“Fine!” snapped Victoria storming over to him, “What?”
“Your job is to go into the North, there is a small village called ‘The North’ as you know and there, you will find Julie, she will be there somewhere, your job is to make friends with her and to gain her trust, you must ask her how she became a vampire before you contact us to come and get her. Understand?” asked John.
“Yes.” Muttered Victoria.
“Do you know what I don’t understand?”
“No, what?”
“Why you don’t want to go on this mission.”
“Because I lived there, it was my home for five years until I became a vampire and started travelling with you. I don’t want to see any of those cold, heartless ordinarys that used to reject and misunderstand me so.”
“None of them will be alive now.”
“I suppose.”
“You must go.”
“I know that.”
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” With that Victoria turned on her heel and swept out of the room.
Curtis followed Victoria out of the building calling out to her,
“Victoria! Wait! What’s up?” Victoria stopped abruptly and turned to look at him.
“I’m going to The North. Ok? I have to find Julia McCausland who goes by the name of Julie. Do you think that’s going to be easy?”
“The North? Didn’t you live there for a while?” asked Curtis. Victoria sighed.
“Yes.” She admitted. “Now I have to get rest, I leave in the morning.” And with a swish of her silk, deep purple cloak she vanished into the darkness of the night.
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