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CLAIMER:
Okay, this feels so different writing such a thing. *hehe* This is just to let you know that Angelica, Marius, and Paz belong to me.
A/N: Okay, just to clear up some things: I get the feeling that some people reading this story think that -my- Marius is the Marius dreamed up by the WONDERFUL Anne Rice. This is NOT the case! I only liked the name, and when I tried it out it fit all too well. I will bow to Mrs. Rice's plea and not write anything associated with ANY of her stories/characters. I am nowhere NEAR good enough to write anything based on her beautiful characters...I've tried. Didn't work.
In short: Marius is mine, not Mrs. Rice's. Promise!
Marius awoke as the sky's hue changed from gold to purple. He stepped out of his coffin - just as he had done every night of his sixty centuries before - and glanced about his home.
His home was a crypt: cold concrete walls and glass block windows surrounded him in his nightly routines. The man, if he could be called a man, was an Ancient, and he had seen the moon rise for all of sixty centuries. Marius was a sad creature who had fallen in and out of love a million times more than his years. He had never met his soulmate...until Paz Johnson. He was sure she was the one he was meant to spend all eternity with, and he had spent his time since her childhood watching and protecting her from any harm that might have befallen her. She was his pride, his reason for not sleeping away his eternity as a vampire and praying for a certain kind of death to find him.
Paz Johnson was his eternity.
Marius pulled out his journal and scanned over the entries. Thousands upon thousands of women had caught his eye, but none had held his gaze like Paz had. Marius drew in his breath as he saw his first entry. It was dated the fifth of May in the year 1394, and scrawled beautifully in an Old English script. The vampire left the sun to set behind him and emerged himself in his past...
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In the year 3213 (BC), I was drawn from my family, my friends, and my enemies. My life as I knew it had ceased to exist. I was taken by a woman. A woman called Angelica...only she was no angel. She was a vampyr. At the time, I had no clue what a vampyr was. It was as foreign to me as the language of the Greeks, but I was soon to learn.
Angelica was a woman of the palest skin tone, almost as pale as porcelain, with eyes as pale green as the seawater nearest the shore. Her cheeks were barely colored, and the only makeup she would wear was a bright red lip color. Her clothes were blue velvet and her hair was a fiery red. Her compassion was non-existent, and her conviction was as strong as her careless attitude. She cared not what others thought, and took pride in taking the life of whoever or whatever she could get her hands on.
Angelica took my lifesblood, and in turn gave me hers. It replenished me and gave me an indescribable thirst for the liquid that gives all beings life. The pain I suffered as my body died, though, was a pain that I never thought I would ever encounter. It began in the pit of my stomach, and then travelled up my chest into my lungs until I felt as if they would catch afire and my heart explode. It was then that I died of suffocation.
I expected her to teach me things about my new life...yet she did not. She simply told me two things - she was my queen, and I was her servant. When I begged of her to teach me the ways of our legacy, she would laugh in my face. We occasionally went out to feed, and it was during my first meal that she taught me my first lesson for being a vampyr.
"Do not drink the last of your prey's blood, lest you die with the soul you've taken." With that, Angelica turned and walked away, her red locks and black robes trailing behind her. I withdrew my fangs from my victim's throat and watched her disappear into the shadows, leaving me to myself...for the rest of eternity.
The rest of my lessons, Angelica was not there for. I learned on my own about the danger of the sunlight on my skin, how it caught fire if exposed, I learned that I would no longer have a reflection in any sort of reflective surface, and I learned that I must remain in the shadows. As a fledgling, I made many mistakes including falling in love...
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Marius remembered the girl he had fallen in love with so long ago. Her name had been Elizabeth, and she was of noble descent. Blonde hair, blue eyes, a beauty in every sense of the word. She eventually found out about him being a vampyr, and fled from him, breaking his heart in the process. He had fallen in and out of love many times since, and now his heart was set on Paz Johnson. He just hoped he wouldn't scare her away. Marius put his journal away, and slipped on his black leather coat, that somewhat resembled Paz's, before stepping out into the cool night air, the stars above him glittering jovially as if nothing could go wrong...
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