Post by Darkreign on Jun 1, 2011 1:06:15 GMT -5
Oh no! Not another vampire story! Meh, whatever. This was WAY before Twilight, and vampires are not sparkly, they are B.A. And I don't mean to offend and Twilight fans. Anyway, this is sci-fi futuristic fantasy. Plus vampires.
Summary
Oh and PG-13, I guess. For some minor swearing. Anyway: Lune Elrohir is a phenomenon. He is the only successful hybrid of earth humans and the vampires of the moon. As a sign of peace, he is destined to live ten years on each world, and on his eighteenth birthday, he is ready to be sent to the Moon. He had met with important politicians, but for the first time the Emperor has an audience with him. He gives him the mission to win the trust of the Argento, what the Vampires call themselves, to be able to trade "Cruor" a substance many times stronger than any energy source used on Earth. But at the same time, Lune is still just an eighteen year old trying to find out who he is and what he's supposed to do in the world.
The Story
I should have been celebrating. It was the last day of school and everyone was going home. Except me.
I would be leaving earth and moving to the Moon with the Vampires. Can’t say that I’ll be missed. Everyone always avoided me. Can’t say they didn’t have a good reason. I drink blood, or at least when it’s tasteless, filtered. Can’t say that I didn’t care I didn’t give them a reason not to like me, besides my diet, but I didn’t give them a reason to like me anyway. At least not anymore. They judge me on what I need to survive.
The Moon was going to be my new home for the next ten years as a part of the treaty. I was found fifteen years ago on the bridge between the planets. I lived in isolation for about a year, when I turned three. At first, no one knew what to do with me. No one knew how I could be both a human and a vampire. If I hadn’t attacked the policemen that had found me, no one would know about my lust for blood. That’s when it started. People started to yell at me and they looked at me with fear, as if I had some sinister plan to kill.
I didn’t ask to be this.
I bought a water bottle on the way out of school. A lot people stared at me as I walked out the door. Yeah, stare, enjoy the last time you’ll ever see me. The government limousine was outside waiting for me as usual. The chauffer was always stone cold, only speaking up to say “sir” or “Number Three”. Yeah, that’s what they called me. I had a clear memory of saying calling me Lune. I also remember two hands, fine and graceful, hold out a silver necklace with an ornate key at the end. The image flashed in my mind occasionally. But I can never figure out what it means.
I tried to figure out the memory again in the limousine, but the only thing I could conclude was that the hands belonged to my mother. The voice calling my name was father. I stepped out the limousine and into the house to check it out one last time. The next time I’ll be here, I’ll be twenty-eight. Everything was covered in sheets; I left the house and locked it tight, even though it was pointless. No one lived with me, and no human would try to break into it. They weren’t “that stupid”.
My bags were already at the bridge station, so all that was left for me was a stop at the government institute. The human scientists wanted one last sample of everything about me, and I needed more blood to keep me going. This was always the complicated part. They wanted samples of me during my feeding frenzy, when I am most powerful. But the least in control. The FBI met me at the entrance to escort me.
“Number Three, welcome back to the institute. We’ll escort you,” one of them said.
“I am not a number! My name is Lune” I handed one of them my backpack to carry and walked in. A gaggle of doctors rushed at me, each trying to get my attention; I ignored them as always and changed in a hospital robe to perform the tests. That took about two hours, and then they finally let me change back into my clothes. I would be fed next. One of the FBI agents approached me.
“Number Three, the president of the company would like to speak to you. Follow me.”
I let him lead me through the corridors, a combination of a business building and a hospital and space station. We came to the end of the hall and I walked into the room. The company president was there along with another man.
“Welcome Lune!” greeted the President. His name was Kendar Corrinstone. He held out his hand and I shook it, squeezing more than I had to. I wanted each and every one of them to know that I was part vampire, and that I had their strength. Well, only part of it because the human part kept on interfering. He flinched. The other man spoke up.
“Hello Lune, you probably have not met me. I am Jerome Wenstein, the ambassador for this country. I help settle agreements between Earth and the Moon. You represent an important connection between us and I am honored to meet you finally,” he held out his hand. He looked sincere and he spoke calmly, but with a voice that commanded attention. I also took his hand roughly, but tell him I was strong.
“Mr. Elrohir, on behalf of Emperor and Earth, I am asking you to represent us to the Argento people. It is my personal belief that showing them a person from our planet, a better relationship will be built between us. Do you understand, Mr Elhohir?”
He seemed honest to me, but then again he was a politician. And if the Emperor wanted to tell me something bad enough to send the ambassador, why didn’t he come directly to me?
“Yes Mr. Wenstein. Not that I liked this planet much anyway,” I started walking towards the rocket that would take me to the moon when he called out again.
“Hold on Mr. Elrohir. I just got a message: the Emperor will have a private audience with you before you leave. He’ll meet you in the atrium.”
I tried to act cool about but all I kept thinking about was well . . . . I mean, c’mon it’s the Emperor. A few imperial guards came in and scanned us and the atrium for signs of threat. One them spoke into a headset and cleared us all. The Emperor strolled in, and sat on one of the wooden tables the atrium held and observed us all for a moment his fingers together forming a house shape. I couldn’t think of what to do or say.
“Since we all obviously know each other here, I won’t bother with introductions or formalities. Corrinstone, you can leave, I’ll talk to later about how you’ve been running things here.”
“Y-yes s-sir, r-right away sir. I-I r-really adm-mired y-your speech the other d-day.”
“Corrinstone, I didn’t ask for your opinion, now get out. And stop mumbling and stuttering like a fool, it makes it impossible to understand you. And you know what? Get me champagne and two flutes.”
Poor Mr. Corrinstone stumbled out, bowing deeply and smacking his knee on the door as he walked out.
“Wenstein,” said the Emperor, raising his chin to see him clearly standing.
“Why are the relations between us and Mr. Elrohir’s people taking so long? I’m disappointed that you haven’t been able to solidify business with them.”
“The Moon people are very different from us sir and vast cultural differences stand between us. It’ll take time and trust before any sort of business negotiations can happen, but I assure you, I am working on it.”
“Then work faster. Now leave and make sure Corrinstone doesn’t spill my champagne on the way in.”
He bowed and paced out. I wanted him to stay. I didn’t want to stay alone with the Emperor, especially not with the way I saw him treat everyone. I looked around at the flowers and at the windows avoiding his eyes, which were staring at me intently like a complex equation. When Mr. Corrinstone finally came back with the champagne did I finally look him in the eye. I crossed my arms.
“Mr. Elrohir, or my I call you Lune?” I was about to say no but, “Yes, well anyway. Lune I believe Wenstein already went with you over the importance you represent in cultivating relations between us and the Moon. As you might already know, the planet is on the verge of an energy crisis. A new substance, Cruor, was discovered that can provide the power produced by single unit of fossil fuel more than one thousand times over. With that kind of energy potential, our world will enter into a new golden age of science and politics. Unfortunately, most of it is used in religious ceremonies on the Moon, the only place we know of that one can find it. That is why, by sending you, you will help us convince them to give us some of the substance to save our world, to prevent a war.” He stared at me as I processed everything he said.
“Will you help me Lune? Will you help save my planet?”
He paused again, letting the truth of the situation sink in. Such a powerful substance! It would help the world, without a doubt, and I did want to help. But there were some thing, or some way he said it all that made me not want to. Besides, I didn’t like him calling me Lune already. I tilted my head as I was about to ask a question but-
“Good, I’ll take that nod as a yes, but now I must leave. I have a big reception planned today about you and how you will save my planet. Enjoy the next ten on years on the Moon, I will be waiting to hear results.”
First off, I didn’t nod, I tilted my head. Second, like hell I wanted to help him now. Third, when the hell did they plan a reception for me that I wasn’t invited to? I fumed about this internally, but I wasn’t about to let him on about what I thought. He just stood up and waved out me as he walked. The fool was smiling too! I was about to go after him, but his burly guards stood in the way. I sighed. I was getting really thirsty and I was getting really pissed off. I’m late and I won’t get fed until I’m on the Moon.
Summary
Oh and PG-13, I guess. For some minor swearing. Anyway: Lune Elrohir is a phenomenon. He is the only successful hybrid of earth humans and the vampires of the moon. As a sign of peace, he is destined to live ten years on each world, and on his eighteenth birthday, he is ready to be sent to the Moon. He had met with important politicians, but for the first time the Emperor has an audience with him. He gives him the mission to win the trust of the Argento, what the Vampires call themselves, to be able to trade "Cruor" a substance many times stronger than any energy source used on Earth. But at the same time, Lune is still just an eighteen year old trying to find out who he is and what he's supposed to do in the world.
The Story
I should have been celebrating. It was the last day of school and everyone was going home. Except me.
I would be leaving earth and moving to the Moon with the Vampires. Can’t say that I’ll be missed. Everyone always avoided me. Can’t say they didn’t have a good reason. I drink blood, or at least when it’s tasteless, filtered. Can’t say that I didn’t care I didn’t give them a reason not to like me, besides my diet, but I didn’t give them a reason to like me anyway. At least not anymore. They judge me on what I need to survive.
The Moon was going to be my new home for the next ten years as a part of the treaty. I was found fifteen years ago on the bridge between the planets. I lived in isolation for about a year, when I turned three. At first, no one knew what to do with me. No one knew how I could be both a human and a vampire. If I hadn’t attacked the policemen that had found me, no one would know about my lust for blood. That’s when it started. People started to yell at me and they looked at me with fear, as if I had some sinister plan to kill.
I didn’t ask to be this.
I bought a water bottle on the way out of school. A lot people stared at me as I walked out the door. Yeah, stare, enjoy the last time you’ll ever see me. The government limousine was outside waiting for me as usual. The chauffer was always stone cold, only speaking up to say “sir” or “Number Three”. Yeah, that’s what they called me. I had a clear memory of saying calling me Lune. I also remember two hands, fine and graceful, hold out a silver necklace with an ornate key at the end. The image flashed in my mind occasionally. But I can never figure out what it means.
I tried to figure out the memory again in the limousine, but the only thing I could conclude was that the hands belonged to my mother. The voice calling my name was father. I stepped out the limousine and into the house to check it out one last time. The next time I’ll be here, I’ll be twenty-eight. Everything was covered in sheets; I left the house and locked it tight, even though it was pointless. No one lived with me, and no human would try to break into it. They weren’t “that stupid”.
My bags were already at the bridge station, so all that was left for me was a stop at the government institute. The human scientists wanted one last sample of everything about me, and I needed more blood to keep me going. This was always the complicated part. They wanted samples of me during my feeding frenzy, when I am most powerful. But the least in control. The FBI met me at the entrance to escort me.
“Number Three, welcome back to the institute. We’ll escort you,” one of them said.
“I am not a number! My name is Lune” I handed one of them my backpack to carry and walked in. A gaggle of doctors rushed at me, each trying to get my attention; I ignored them as always and changed in a hospital robe to perform the tests. That took about two hours, and then they finally let me change back into my clothes. I would be fed next. One of the FBI agents approached me.
“Number Three, the president of the company would like to speak to you. Follow me.”
I let him lead me through the corridors, a combination of a business building and a hospital and space station. We came to the end of the hall and I walked into the room. The company president was there along with another man.
“Welcome Lune!” greeted the President. His name was Kendar Corrinstone. He held out his hand and I shook it, squeezing more than I had to. I wanted each and every one of them to know that I was part vampire, and that I had their strength. Well, only part of it because the human part kept on interfering. He flinched. The other man spoke up.
“Hello Lune, you probably have not met me. I am Jerome Wenstein, the ambassador for this country. I help settle agreements between Earth and the Moon. You represent an important connection between us and I am honored to meet you finally,” he held out his hand. He looked sincere and he spoke calmly, but with a voice that commanded attention. I also took his hand roughly, but tell him I was strong.
“Mr. Elrohir, on behalf of Emperor and Earth, I am asking you to represent us to the Argento people. It is my personal belief that showing them a person from our planet, a better relationship will be built between us. Do you understand, Mr Elhohir?”
He seemed honest to me, but then again he was a politician. And if the Emperor wanted to tell me something bad enough to send the ambassador, why didn’t he come directly to me?
“Yes Mr. Wenstein. Not that I liked this planet much anyway,” I started walking towards the rocket that would take me to the moon when he called out again.
“Hold on Mr. Elrohir. I just got a message: the Emperor will have a private audience with you before you leave. He’ll meet you in the atrium.”
I tried to act cool about but all I kept thinking about was well . . . . I mean, c’mon it’s the Emperor. A few imperial guards came in and scanned us and the atrium for signs of threat. One them spoke into a headset and cleared us all. The Emperor strolled in, and sat on one of the wooden tables the atrium held and observed us all for a moment his fingers together forming a house shape. I couldn’t think of what to do or say.
“Since we all obviously know each other here, I won’t bother with introductions or formalities. Corrinstone, you can leave, I’ll talk to later about how you’ve been running things here.”
“Y-yes s-sir, r-right away sir. I-I r-really adm-mired y-your speech the other d-day.”
“Corrinstone, I didn’t ask for your opinion, now get out. And stop mumbling and stuttering like a fool, it makes it impossible to understand you. And you know what? Get me champagne and two flutes.”
Poor Mr. Corrinstone stumbled out, bowing deeply and smacking his knee on the door as he walked out.
“Wenstein,” said the Emperor, raising his chin to see him clearly standing.
“Why are the relations between us and Mr. Elrohir’s people taking so long? I’m disappointed that you haven’t been able to solidify business with them.”
“The Moon people are very different from us sir and vast cultural differences stand between us. It’ll take time and trust before any sort of business negotiations can happen, but I assure you, I am working on it.”
“Then work faster. Now leave and make sure Corrinstone doesn’t spill my champagne on the way in.”
He bowed and paced out. I wanted him to stay. I didn’t want to stay alone with the Emperor, especially not with the way I saw him treat everyone. I looked around at the flowers and at the windows avoiding his eyes, which were staring at me intently like a complex equation. When Mr. Corrinstone finally came back with the champagne did I finally look him in the eye. I crossed my arms.
“Mr. Elrohir, or my I call you Lune?” I was about to say no but, “Yes, well anyway. Lune I believe Wenstein already went with you over the importance you represent in cultivating relations between us and the Moon. As you might already know, the planet is on the verge of an energy crisis. A new substance, Cruor, was discovered that can provide the power produced by single unit of fossil fuel more than one thousand times over. With that kind of energy potential, our world will enter into a new golden age of science and politics. Unfortunately, most of it is used in religious ceremonies on the Moon, the only place we know of that one can find it. That is why, by sending you, you will help us convince them to give us some of the substance to save our world, to prevent a war.” He stared at me as I processed everything he said.
“Will you help me Lune? Will you help save my planet?”
He paused again, letting the truth of the situation sink in. Such a powerful substance! It would help the world, without a doubt, and I did want to help. But there were some thing, or some way he said it all that made me not want to. Besides, I didn’t like him calling me Lune already. I tilted my head as I was about to ask a question but-
“Good, I’ll take that nod as a yes, but now I must leave. I have a big reception planned today about you and how you will save my planet. Enjoy the next ten on years on the Moon, I will be waiting to hear results.”
First off, I didn’t nod, I tilted my head. Second, like hell I wanted to help him now. Third, when the hell did they plan a reception for me that I wasn’t invited to? I fumed about this internally, but I wasn’t about to let him on about what I thought. He just stood up and waved out me as he walked. The fool was smiling too! I was about to go after him, but his burly guards stood in the way. I sighed. I was getting really thirsty and I was getting really pissed off. I’m late and I won’t get fed until I’m on the Moon.
Please post more if you have it. Also, if you can give me a detailed description, I might try photo-sketching a Lune 
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