• ‘My eyes are not deceived.’
    - Gabriel D.A.


    I follow my companions into this house of this, this, thing. It said its name was Duke, but I have my doubts whether it actually still uses the name. People have told me that my thoughts are cruel on others, but I cannot ignore that this thing is no longer human. It looks fooling enough, but it is night, and the creature’s skin is an impossibly pale complextion. I refuse to think it’s human. It appears to care, and to be a male, but I don’t believe it. Michael looks at me and gives me that stern smile, telling me not to jump to conclusions, and I only stare back at him, responding that I don’t jump, I know what is real. It, the one called Duke, turns to us and asks, in what I believe to be false hospitality, “Would like to share a room, or separate rooms?” My eyes widen, only by a fraction. No vampire we’ve ever encountered before asked this question, they just assumed we wanted to be separated. This one was good. Christian answered for us, “We’d like a room together if you don’t mind.” He said, in the arrogant tone I annoy. Duke smiles, “Very well,” it says, and walks up another stairwell, and we follow. It opens a door to a wide, open room, “I hope you find everything to your liking in this room.” It said and we walked in. “This room will do.” I say to it. Its smile stays in place, “If I may ask that you not come in my room. I enjoy my privacy, if I did not I would live in town.” He requested of us, with this sheepish look on his face. Wait, I just said it was a ‘he’. I must be falling for it too. Michael smiled back to Duke, “Alright then.” He said. Duke looked out of the window in our room. “My goodness it’s late… I’ll be going to sleep now.” He said. And, with a bid of good night, he left the room. Christian’s friendly expression went serious, “Alright guys, this one’s playing its cards right. We’ll have to take our time with it. For now, we’ll go to sleep and figure out what to do in the morning.” He said and lied down on one of the grand beds in this room. Michael nodded and did the same, of course, on a different bed. I sighed, suddenly feeling tired. I walked over to the last bed, and lied down on it. Oh wow, this bed feels wonderful, I feel like I’m lying on a cloud. My eyelids feel heavy; I must be more tired than I thought. I stifle a yawn from my throat. I hear Christian’s soft snoring, and Michael’s breathing becomes more relaxed than before. They’re more tired than I am, that’s for sure. I close my eyes, and let the sounds of the gentle breaths, and the soothing snores, lull me to sleep. For one fleeting moment, I hope that actually have sweet dreams, instead of nightmares, if only for a moment.
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    I awake slowly, and look around blindly. The room is dark; the candles must’ve burned themselves out. But why did I wake up? The answer comes when I hear gentle notes of a piano being played, and the most perfect voice singing a song I only remembered lightly. Hallelujah, my favorite song. Who in the world was singing it? I drag myself off of the wondrous bed and walk lightly to the door. I open it and walk through the vampire’s house, following the music. I walk into a grand music room, and at the corner, I see it. A grand piano, and, to my great shock, Duke right there playing it. It was singing my song, but how did it know it? Duke’s eyes are lightly closed as he continues to play the music. I try not to let the music hypnotize me, but it’s pointless. I’m being drawn in and it probably knows it. I walk over to him, and his eyes are suddenly on me. He stops playing gently, “Gabriel…” he says softly, “What are you doing up?” he asks me. “That song…you were playing…” I respond, my voice a little hoarse from being asleep. He smiles at me, “It’s called Hallelujah. This song is my favorite.” He says to me, with that smile of his. I sit down next to him on the playing bench and look at the keys of the piano. I feel his hand lightly grasp mine, and place it on the keys. What is he doing? What am I doing? I shouldn’t be here, sitting next to him, and having him control my movements. I look up at him, and straight into his grey eyes, he had been looking at me too. I see sorrow in his eyes, and that’s what’s there. That’s what makes the song sound so true from his voice. His voice! I look down at the piano and I see my hands playing notes with his instructing grasp on mine, and he is singing again. I can’t believe what is happening here. Everything I know about creatures like Duke; hostile, greedy, vile, evil, devilish creatures…it’s being washed away in just a few short hours. This vampire, Duke is taking it away from me, showing me a side of vampires I never knew. His voice is so strong, yet gentle to the sound, his actions aren’t demanding, but reasoning, and he…he is sad, and trapped, even though he smiles and is kind. When he finishes playing, I find myself sitting in his lap, his hands are gently caressing my hair and I can’t believe I haven’t killed him yet. One of his hands gently cups my chin up and I am looking into his eyes again. I can feel his gentle breathing on my face. He bends forward and kisses me on the lips. It feels so feather soft, so loving, and so true, I cannot help but return the kiss. I feel my heart flutter in chest, and I don’t know what I’m doing anymore. He’s a vampire, they don’t love, and they don’t feel. And yet, here I am, gently kissing a vampire. Duke pulls out of the kiss, and gently strokes my hair again. I look down at my hands in lap and wonder what to do. I just kissed the man I am going to exorcise and kill in about two days. What can I do now? A single thought crosses my mind that I shouldn’t believe, but…but I think it’s true.
    I think…I think I just fell in love with a vampire. But how? No one falls in love so quickly, and so suddenly, right? I look back up at him, and I see his eyes, I almost can’t believe what I see. His eyes are filled with sorrow and love, and now I know, he feels the same as I. Duke looks away from me, “I’m not…supposed to...” he says so lightly it almost escapes my hearing. “Not supposed to what?” I ask him. “I’m not supposed to love…” he admits to me, and now, I can fully see him now. I know now, Duke is a vampire. But vampires can feel, they do love, but they aren’t supposed to, but why? What’s keeping them from loving? “Why can’t you…?” I ask him, and he looks at me. He is crying, “Because….God has damned vampires from falling in love, He has damned us from happiness for our thievery of life.” He tells me. I can’t stand how sad he looks so I kiss him again, and pull out quickly. I speak to him without thinking, “It doesn’t matter…if you love someone, it shouldn’t matter whether you are allowed to or not, because you do.” I say to him, a little more forcefully than I thought it would come out. I blush and look down. He cups my face with his hand and lifts my face to his. He kisses me on the lips, and pulls away gently. “Will you…become a vampire…with me?” he asks me so lovingly I almost faint. I blink as my mind races. There must be some way to say no, but I can’t. He hasn’t hypnotized me, he hasn’t forced me, but I can’t because I love him too. “Yes…” I say lightly. He smiles and kisses down my neck. He stops at the intersection of my neck and collarbone and bites down lightly into my skin. I gasp, I had no idea how much this would hurt! The pain doesn’t subside as he drinks from my neck. I feel myself slipping out of consciousness when he finally stops. Duke bites his own wrist and he holds it in front of my mouth, and I bite down. The blood seeps into my mouth and I welcome it. He lets me drink for a little, and then pulls his wrist away. Pain and numbness feels my mind and blackness covers my eyes, “Welcome...” I hear him say before I mortally die. This is the night I lost my world, and joined another with Duke.

    [A/N: I'll be taking requests if you want the story to be continued. Give me a detailed reason as to why it should be continued, just the reason 'I love it! crying ' is not enough. I'll also be taking requests for a personalized continuation of your version of the story*personalized meaning it's what YOU want to happen, and it'll messaged to you specifically* But yeah, this is the techincal end.]