Name: SFKDJFKLSDJFIOSDJIO 2007-11-19 12:40
Disclaimer: Don't read if you're underage.
I wrote this fic long ago, and it was deleted on the account I had when underage (I'm 18 now, though). It was based on a request I got from Gigasmon89, a Sora/Myotismon pairing. As I wrote, I saw potential for a series, with some dark, romantic undertones. One of my biggest regrets was never writing past the first chapter, especially with the response I got, so now, with no other ideas; I present the remastered version of a nine month-old fic. Originally, the title was 'Vampire Heart', but I can't stand HIM anymore, so new credits title credits, and those for the poem at the bottom, go to Draconian (a band I highly recommend. Symphonic gothic doom metal). Enjoy.
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The Gothic Embrace
(Sora/Myotismon) (kind of)
"Alright, I'll see you guys later!" Sora shouted as the bus pulled up and her friends continued down the street. She gave a final wave to her friends as she stepped on the bus, showing the driver her bus pass before going to the back to find a seat. It was mid-evening on a Friday night, and busses going toward the residential areas were practically empty, so we was able to comfortably kick back, put her feet up on the seat in front of her, close her eyes, and just listen. She slid her earbuds in and turned on her MP3 player, hoping a good slow song would come up so she could just soak it in during the long drive home. She sighed and closed her eyes, lost in the somber piano intro to Starfire by DragonForce.
She didn't know when it happened, but slowly the song stopped, replaced instead by an ominous, organ. Her eyes opened as she sat upright, only to find herself in a much different place, almost like a Victorian castle. A golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, spreading warm, thin light through the room. She wasn't sitting on some barely-padded bus seat, either, but a soft chair with arm rests. The seat before her vanished, replaced by a fireplace a little more distant, the cold, dirty floor now a red carpet.
She moved to get up, when a voice forced her down, drowning her of the power to say no. Her legs buckled and she fell back softly into the velvety seat. The voice brought warmth to her, made her senses cloud and her soul swoon. A deep, daze-like voice, soothing and hypnotic.
"Such...beauty," the voice mused as a gloved hand grasped her chin. "For one so young as you, Sora, you have the grace and form of a woman."
Sora tried to struggle, but as the voice spoke the sensation drew up from her legs and left her a limp slave to his word. Fought as she did, she lay held under his light touch and his heavy voice.
"Sora, my love...fear me not, for you don't understand what you fear. When you embrace my darkness, you will come to know, to love...to be..." Another hand ran through her long brown hair. He stepped before Sora. "I will hide nothing from you, my love."
Sora gazed awe-struck at him. Tall, lithe, with a well-defined, warm, albeit pale face. His eyes were more like amber gems, glimmering in the cackling firelight. His lips, blood-red, thirsted for those of another. His hair was perfectly straight, the strings of pale gold falling delicately past his shoulders.
Just at the sight of his eyes, even the strength to talk fled, leaving her immobile under his hypnotic gaze, which brought a strange warmth to her.
"My love...I must leave you now. I have only brought you here to tell you that if you wish to feel pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, to live in pure ecstasy, in the bliss of my love, to leave your window open tonight."
"Wait!" she finally mustered up the strength to say, but it was too late. She was back on the bus, which was a stop away from her's. She didn't know why, but something inside her thirsted more, taking control of her. She'd leave the window open.
Later that night, she lay on the edge of sleep, lost in thought. She wore an extra blanket to compensate for the breeze the window let in. Her arms spread; she lay uneasily in wait of the strange presence.
But what if it wouldn't come? What if she just fell asleep on the bus and it was a dream? It was a little weird, and she had watched Dracula a few days earlier. She'd get up and close the window.
But just as she got up to move it, she let out a split-second scream before covering her mouth with her hands. A thin, tall figure stood in front of the window. "I knew you would, my love," the voice mused as the figure drew forward. "Now, will you come with me?" he asked as he offered her his outstretched hand.
She haphazardly took his hand, gasping as she was swept from her bed. Her vision blurred and all existence seemed to disappear. It was only them, only her and him in the infiniteness of reality, in loving embrace. She wanted to remain there forever, lost in passion. In his warm embrace forevermore...
"My love," he spoke, "Let us seal our bond with a kiss. An eternal fire of our love." His lips found Sora's and grasped them.
Sora felt unbearable pleasure soar through her, as she tasted his kiss. His flaming, accursed lips a forbidden pleasure she denied herself no longer. She tasted of his absinthe ablaze as her soul screamed for more, blissful waves crashing upon her as she drank of him more.
Finally, he pulled his lips from hers, his hand running through her hair. "My love, we are now one. In two days, I shall come to you once more and solidify our union, but for now, our kiss shall suffice." His hand moved down and cupped her face. "This night shall be ours no more. I leave you now with promise that when I return; I will take you into eternity as my bride." He lay a soft, fast kiss on her as her vision faded fully.
She awoke on her bed, drenched in cold sweat. Had this been a dream as well? She stood up and rushed to the bathroom, throwing cold water at her face, driving the last vestiges of sleep from her. As she reached for a towel, she noticed her face was paler, her lips redder. Had it really happened? Had she truly kissed a vampire?
She walked back to her bed, tiredness fighting back against her. But, on her bed lay a piece of paper that wasn't there only moments ago. She picked it up and, in the dim moonlight, read the finely-crafted cursive on it.
Thou wert, thou art, thou shalt fore’er be...
Ye nightshade o’ thy sorrow,
Stretching out in twilights beauty.
In love with ye thousands o’ nights...
Be weeping in silence... in ebony... for melancholy… forever!
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I wanted to keep the first chapter obscure, to follow the theme of most romantic vampire books/movie. No clue how good a job I did, though. She doesn't know it's Myotismon yet, and this chapter and maybe most, if not all the next, will revolve only around the dark romance, unless I feel like having Sora alone in bed at the end of the chapter. But expect lots of OOC, lots of romantic goth metal references, and a lot more of the above. I certainly want to write more, but unlike most of my fics, which are wanton smut, this requires a certain mood. That, or feedback, which always gets me going. Reviews would definitely get me going faster. Or, of course, you could wait until Winamp throws a lot of Cradle of Filth at me. Until chapter two, keep on rocking, man.
I wrote this fic long ago, and it was deleted on the account I had when underage (I'm 18 now, though). It was based on a request I got from Gigasmon89, a Sora/Myotismon pairing. As I wrote, I saw potential for a series, with some dark, romantic undertones. One of my biggest regrets was never writing past the first chapter, especially with the response I got, so now, with no other ideas; I present the remastered version of a nine month-old fic. Originally, the title was 'Vampire Heart', but I can't stand HIM anymore, so new credits title credits, and those for the poem at the bottom, go to Draconian (a band I highly recommend. Symphonic gothic doom metal). Enjoy.
-----------------------------------------------------
The Gothic Embrace
(Sora/Myotismon) (kind of)
"Alright, I'll see you guys later!" Sora shouted as the bus pulled up and her friends continued down the street. She gave a final wave to her friends as she stepped on the bus, showing the driver her bus pass before going to the back to find a seat. It was mid-evening on a Friday night, and busses going toward the residential areas were practically empty, so we was able to comfortably kick back, put her feet up on the seat in front of her, close her eyes, and just listen. She slid her earbuds in and turned on her MP3 player, hoping a good slow song would come up so she could just soak it in during the long drive home. She sighed and closed her eyes, lost in the somber piano intro to Starfire by DragonForce.
She didn't know when it happened, but slowly the song stopped, replaced instead by an ominous, organ. Her eyes opened as she sat upright, only to find herself in a much different place, almost like a Victorian castle. A golden chandelier hung from the ceiling, spreading warm, thin light through the room. She wasn't sitting on some barely-padded bus seat, either, but a soft chair with arm rests. The seat before her vanished, replaced by a fireplace a little more distant, the cold, dirty floor now a red carpet.
She moved to get up, when a voice forced her down, drowning her of the power to say no. Her legs buckled and she fell back softly into the velvety seat. The voice brought warmth to her, made her senses cloud and her soul swoon. A deep, daze-like voice, soothing and hypnotic.
"Such...beauty," the voice mused as a gloved hand grasped her chin. "For one so young as you, Sora, you have the grace and form of a woman."
Sora tried to struggle, but as the voice spoke the sensation drew up from her legs and left her a limp slave to his word. Fought as she did, she lay held under his light touch and his heavy voice.
"Sora, my love...fear me not, for you don't understand what you fear. When you embrace my darkness, you will come to know, to love...to be..." Another hand ran through her long brown hair. He stepped before Sora. "I will hide nothing from you, my love."
Sora gazed awe-struck at him. Tall, lithe, with a well-defined, warm, albeit pale face. His eyes were more like amber gems, glimmering in the cackling firelight. His lips, blood-red, thirsted for those of another. His hair was perfectly straight, the strings of pale gold falling delicately past his shoulders.
Just at the sight of his eyes, even the strength to talk fled, leaving her immobile under his hypnotic gaze, which brought a strange warmth to her.
"My love...I must leave you now. I have only brought you here to tell you that if you wish to feel pleasures beyond your wildest dreams, to live in pure ecstasy, in the bliss of my love, to leave your window open tonight."
"Wait!" she finally mustered up the strength to say, but it was too late. She was back on the bus, which was a stop away from her's. She didn't know why, but something inside her thirsted more, taking control of her. She'd leave the window open.
Later that night, she lay on the edge of sleep, lost in thought. She wore an extra blanket to compensate for the breeze the window let in. Her arms spread; she lay uneasily in wait of the strange presence.
But what if it wouldn't come? What if she just fell asleep on the bus and it was a dream? It was a little weird, and she had watched Dracula a few days earlier. She'd get up and close the window.
But just as she got up to move it, she let out a split-second scream before covering her mouth with her hands. A thin, tall figure stood in front of the window. "I knew you would, my love," the voice mused as the figure drew forward. "Now, will you come with me?" he asked as he offered her his outstretched hand.
She haphazardly took his hand, gasping as she was swept from her bed. Her vision blurred and all existence seemed to disappear. It was only them, only her and him in the infiniteness of reality, in loving embrace. She wanted to remain there forever, lost in passion. In his warm embrace forevermore...
"My love," he spoke, "Let us seal our bond with a kiss. An eternal fire of our love." His lips found Sora's and grasped them.
Sora felt unbearable pleasure soar through her, as she tasted his kiss. His flaming, accursed lips a forbidden pleasure she denied herself no longer. She tasted of his absinthe ablaze as her soul screamed for more, blissful waves crashing upon her as she drank of him more.
Finally, he pulled his lips from hers, his hand running through her hair. "My love, we are now one. In two days, I shall come to you once more and solidify our union, but for now, our kiss shall suffice." His hand moved down and cupped her face. "This night shall be ours no more. I leave you now with promise that when I return; I will take you into eternity as my bride." He lay a soft, fast kiss on her as her vision faded fully.
She awoke on her bed, drenched in cold sweat. Had this been a dream as well? She stood up and rushed to the bathroom, throwing cold water at her face, driving the last vestiges of sleep from her. As she reached for a towel, she noticed her face was paler, her lips redder. Had it really happened? Had she truly kissed a vampire?
She walked back to her bed, tiredness fighting back against her. But, on her bed lay a piece of paper that wasn't there only moments ago. She picked it up and, in the dim moonlight, read the finely-crafted cursive on it.
Thou wert, thou art, thou shalt fore’er be...
Ye nightshade o’ thy sorrow,
Stretching out in twilights beauty.
In love with ye thousands o’ nights...
Be weeping in silence... in ebony... for melancholy… forever!
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I wanted to keep the first chapter obscure, to follow the theme of most romantic vampire books/movie. No clue how good a job I did, though. She doesn't know it's Myotismon yet, and this chapter and maybe most, if not all the next, will revolve only around the dark romance, unless I feel like having Sora alone in bed at the end of the chapter. But expect lots of OOC, lots of romantic goth metal references, and a lot more of the above. I certainly want to write more, but unlike most of my fics, which are wanton smut, this requires a certain mood. That, or feedback, which always gets me going. Reviews would definitely get me going faster. Or, of course, you could wait until Winamp throws a lot of Cradle of Filth at me. Until chapter two, keep on rocking, man.