Crimson moon
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,212
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Crimson moon
Crimson moon
Summary: What was in the other coffin in the Shinra Mansion? Vincent gets a chance to meet the most gorgeous Goth chick ever, only catch, she the daughter of Dracula. So how is he going to explain her absence to daddy?
Pairings: Vincent Ivy??? Eh I don’t know yet
Feedback: go right ahead
Author’s notes: … re on hold for now
Disclaimer: nope don’t own em FF7 property of square enix
Proluge: May thee rest in pace, until the blood moon cometh.
The old dusty halls of this mansion hold secrets beyond any previously seen, thou few ever walked these halls there is still a hint of life. It takes someone special to tell this but that one would also have to know the vampire kin well. Of course the bat thing is fake, crucifixes aren’t even a holy symbol saying as they symbolize the death of a messiah (your just pissed i know more bout the supernatural than you XP), and who doesn’t like little garlic, but a few who happen to like it whole. Thou this is a delicacy to some to a vampire it’s a easy tear jerker.
Yes ladies and gentleman, garlic and onions are basically the same plant(sadly its true and this does have importance later on in the story), thou the formation and taste are different they share the habit of making you cry when you get the fumes in your eyes. Saying as a vampire is assumed to see things more vividly than a human would, it’s not hard to see why they decide to hate it. They don’t even like onions, but like all creators there are a elite few that like the torturous plants a lot. This didn’t bother many but it gave most something to think of.
Vincent being one of the few who like garlic but despises onions, he doesn’t even eat a little of the later. He just doesn’t like it, and he didn’t see why so many people had to bother him about it, Cid in piticular. If it were up to him the vile plant would never have been made to begin with. Yet as long as no one bothered him about it he was just fine with other people admiring the cursed plat. Besides he doubted anything but mold grew in the damp darkened halls of the crippled old mansion. What nagged his curiosity was the other sealed coffin.
Cid had brought it up saying he bet ten dollars it was another dam skeleton, or a creator like yen yang. just the memory of them trying to attack his old friend made him twitch, yen yang really couldn’t control rather or not he attacked strangers but the intruders that made thelveslves known were able to escape the monster unharmed.
Wondering down the stairs he found himself in the basement where he was locked in a sealed coffin of his own. Taking his time he wondered over to the other coffin gently tapping on it to see if there was any sign of life, and sure enough it moved and tapped back.
Vincent pulled out his gun and was prepared to remove the lid when it fell off, what he saw before him made his jaw droop. There was a female version of him dressed completely in black leather (basicly Ivy's getup from soul caliber 2, very thong like and sexy), with sharper features looking at him as if he had done something wrong. Thin out of no where she started to laugh. Vincent felt offended.
"It appears I have a pet after all." she laughed.
"That’s not very nice, who are you and how did you get in that coffin?"
"Er, um... pardon me I must appear so rude. I am Juliann Frances Dracula, my father is called Vlad the impeller, or in English, Dracula…"
(continue ye or ni? It’s a cliffy.)
Summary: What was in the other coffin in the Shinra Mansion? Vincent gets a chance to meet the most gorgeous Goth chick ever, only catch, she the daughter of Dracula. So how is he going to explain her absence to daddy?
Pairings: Vincent Ivy??? Eh I don’t know yet
Feedback: go right ahead
Author’s notes: … re on hold for now
Disclaimer: nope don’t own em FF7 property of square enix
Proluge: May thee rest in pace, until the blood moon cometh.
The old dusty halls of this mansion hold secrets beyond any previously seen, thou few ever walked these halls there is still a hint of life. It takes someone special to tell this but that one would also have to know the vampire kin well. Of course the bat thing is fake, crucifixes aren’t even a holy symbol saying as they symbolize the death of a messiah (your just pissed i know more bout the supernatural than you XP), and who doesn’t like little garlic, but a few who happen to like it whole. Thou this is a delicacy to some to a vampire it’s a easy tear jerker.
Yes ladies and gentleman, garlic and onions are basically the same plant(sadly its true and this does have importance later on in the story), thou the formation and taste are different they share the habit of making you cry when you get the fumes in your eyes. Saying as a vampire is assumed to see things more vividly than a human would, it’s not hard to see why they decide to hate it. They don’t even like onions, but like all creators there are a elite few that like the torturous plants a lot. This didn’t bother many but it gave most something to think of.
Vincent being one of the few who like garlic but despises onions, he doesn’t even eat a little of the later. He just doesn’t like it, and he didn’t see why so many people had to bother him about it, Cid in piticular. If it were up to him the vile plant would never have been made to begin with. Yet as long as no one bothered him about it he was just fine with other people admiring the cursed plat. Besides he doubted anything but mold grew in the damp darkened halls of the crippled old mansion. What nagged his curiosity was the other sealed coffin.
Cid had brought it up saying he bet ten dollars it was another dam skeleton, or a creator like yen yang. just the memory of them trying to attack his old friend made him twitch, yen yang really couldn’t control rather or not he attacked strangers but the intruders that made thelveslves known were able to escape the monster unharmed.
Wondering down the stairs he found himself in the basement where he was locked in a sealed coffin of his own. Taking his time he wondered over to the other coffin gently tapping on it to see if there was any sign of life, and sure enough it moved and tapped back.
Vincent pulled out his gun and was prepared to remove the lid when it fell off, what he saw before him made his jaw droop. There was a female version of him dressed completely in black leather (basicly Ivy's getup from soul caliber 2, very thong like and sexy), with sharper features looking at him as if he had done something wrong. Thin out of no where she started to laugh. Vincent felt offended.
"It appears I have a pet after all." she laughed.
"That’s not very nice, who are you and how did you get in that coffin?"
"Er, um... pardon me I must appear so rude. I am Juliann Frances Dracula, my father is called Vlad the impeller, or in English, Dracula…"
(continue ye or ni? It’s a cliffy.)