The True Vampires: Dans Les Mains
The house coated white, every part and every
corner of the livid nightmare turned real…with a stench of blood
and oil lamps gleaming low, this has made the picturesque of
This is not a day that should have turned out as
this, like what Emma Gilberts have wanted…
* * *
Humans, prized possessions the heavens have; these
creatures are far rational and more gifted than any living
animals roaming around the Earth. They are reasonable mortals,
and may be gifted with far authority than other animals living in
this world; simply they can speak and can do decisions based on
their minds, completely dissimilar from the other flora and
fauna. Yet, when humans don't use their minds at all, they will
be simply labeled as…animals.
I kept pondering on this matter, an old, white house
made of wood situated in the middle of the forest surrounded by
grasses. It is a mountainous region and vast forest, yes, and
nothing more. Yet, I was sweeping at the back and sides of the
lone house; have nothing better to do.
Moments didn't matter as I noticed the sun already on
its west; I say it is beyond three in the afternoon at this
moment. I slowly walked towards the front of the house, my frail
body appears to be weak, but I manage, still.
"Yes, children?" I asked as two bright teenagers, a
boy and a girl were standing in front of my old house. The girl
wore her black tank top, a white sweater, a skirt and boots; and
she appears to have dark-brown hair with hazel eyes and rosy
skin; while the boy, he wore a simple jacket, shirt and jeans,
and rubber shoes.
"I'm sorry, grandma, we are a little bit lost." The
boy said, and yes, I'm an old lady after all, calling me as
'grandma' doesn't matter, I am old, was and still I am.
"Not to worry, young man, I don't have many visitors
as you see; I'm living in the middle of a forest." I softly
stated; I speak as old as my appearing age. "Anything I can do
for you young dears?"
"No, ma'am, grandma, ummm…" the girl stuttered.
"Just call me grandma or Grandma Ira if you
wish, pretty girl," I comforted her, "now, what is your name, I
don't have enough to serve you in my house but I might be able to
offer you something, tea perhaps?"
"Oh, no we don't want trouble, Grandma, we just hoped
we could use the phone, if you have-you know, we got lost and our
cell phones don't work here." The boy explained, "By the way, I'm
Gabriel Nathans, and this is Emma," Gabriel introduced, "Emma
"My my, both of you youngsters are very young to go
travel with just the two of you? Now come, my house may be quite
old, but; please, make yourselves at home." I walked bit by bit
with my staff as my support, opening the door and letting the two
"Thank you, grandma." Gabriel shrugged his shoulders
and smiled. The two of them sat at the living room, there were no
TV's or simple entertainments for them to enjoy. They seem to let
their eyes wander around the antique of the abode while I heated
teas for us to drink.
"Why are you kids been traveling, if it's not too
much to know." as I served them the tea, I asked, looking
"Oh, we want to head to Los Angeles and-"
"We're looking out for vampires!" Emma cheerily
informed. "I invited Gabriel to help me look for them!"
"My, vampires?" I took a surprise notion, "My dear,
vampires don't exist."
"They do grandma! They do, have-had you read
twilight, honestly you've got to, grandma, it's so
awesome!" Emma squealed, the joy of her own world I say. "That
proves vampires exist!"
"My dear, I'm too old already to believe in
"No, grandma!" Emma raised her voice, "They do exist!
You just haven't seen them! And now, we are looking for them
since this morning but we haven't found one yet-I'm sure we will,
though-unfortunately we got lost and, her we are." She added,
summarizing the events that led them both at this house.
"Emma dear, I've been living for lots of years, and I
can tell you, no vampires exist, as much, they are nightly
creatures." I gently explained.
"There are vampires! Dammit!" Emma's eyes went wide,
she stood up from the chair due to her anger; her behavior has
become similar to a piranha, "There are vampires and we need to
I said to her with a bit of being confused, "Well,
why are you looking for them, they are horrifying things!"
"They are not things! They are the most beautiful
dazzling creature the universe has seen-seriously grandma you
need to get a life and-"
"Emma, stop!" Gabriel reprimanded Emma as he grabbed
her fingers which are pointing rudely at me, she is very mad that
I didn't agree with her that vampires do not exist, "grandma,
I'm-I'm very sorry, I'll talk to her about it and we might as
well get out of here, I'm very sorry." Gabriel apologized,
forcing Emma to sit down.
"No, Gabriel dear, just stay," I hushed my tone,
"It's getting night, and the woods will not lead the two of you
out to safety."
There was silence as the three of us drank the teas,
then I excused myself, taking the cups and saucers to the kitchen
after they both finished.
From the kitchen which is only mere steps away from
the living room, I heard Gabriel sighed while I was washing the
cups, large populations of teenagers are convinced that these
creatures really do exist, "Cut it out, Emma, vampires do not
exist." Gabriel said.
"Are you a fool?!" Emma spat, "Haven't you read the
over-godly book Twilight? Oh yes, Edward is a god! He's so
handsome and I wanted him to kiss me!" Emma squealed but she held
much of her voice to herself.
"Emma, it's daylight but 30 minutes from now, it will
be 6:00pm, if there are vampires like you said, they will be
showing up 30 minutes from now since vampires don't come at
Before Gabriel could even finish more of his
sentences, Emma attacked, "Have you not been reading? What's
wrong with you! Fool! OMG, go and read twilight if you don't know
what vampires are! Whoever told you vampires only come at night?"
Emma raised her voice further, "Huh? Who told you that!?"
Gabriel and Emma continued with their pointless
argument about these creatures, while I went to the back door,
staring at the sky, it's slowly turning into night time. The sky
seems early on approaching nightfall as I expected. I went back
inside the house after some more time; I assume it's already six
in the evening. Emma and Gabriel were quietly sitting in the
dark, so I lit up the candles for them, "Sorry young lads, I
don't have electricity in this middle of nowhere…"
"And we cannot just go in the deep forest back, not
with this darkness." Gabriel stated.
"Hell, great, what are we going to do now?" Emma
appeared very irritated, "I don't want to stay here, unless a
Greek god-looking vampire will come!"
Greek gods and vampires don't even come close, but I
didn't say anything more for Emma not to get much infuriated.
Large numbers of teenagers are really convinced that
these creatures really do exist, yet I know they didn't
let anyone know they exist, at least not letting anyone
know about it and lived to tell. I walked back to the kitchen
when suddenly, an arm tugged me closer.
"Where are the girls, are they here now?" An
arrogant, harsh voice sounded, very deep and hissing not only
with the tone, but the character, also.
"Master Frissenra, what are you doing here, the night
is just turning new, you could have come here about an hour
soon!" I whispered harshly.
"Silence!" the shady character countered as he
revealed himself from the shadows, Frissenra Lucerri, a slender
guy clad in black long leather coat, looking a lot like late
20's, having long black hair, pale skin, crimson eyes to which
his pupils are vividly seen, black-to-purple eyelids, blood-red
lips and a fine beard on and under his chin. "Ira
Nuhrenett, I don't need to hear suggestions from you." he
"Wh-what's-who are-" In front of me stood Emma, she
seemed awestruck as she stuttered when saw Frissenra… and me.
Before she could say anything further, I manipulated the huge old
vase sitting on the far-side corner of the house. It flew and
crashed on back of her head; and with the right force for impact,
Emma flopped straight to the floor. Still, I don't want to kill
I reverted back to my original and true form. My
appearance is actually not of an old lady, but is fair to a
nineteen year old girl, pure white skin; white long straight hair
that reaches my waist, blue eyes, thin pale lips and my clothes
can be seen as a white, long garment that covers most of my body.
"Gabriel, bring Emma down to the cellar." I
commanded, and yes, Gabriel obeyed, he always does. We've been
doing this for long, long years…125 years long.
We went down to the cellar which is located
underneath the house, where another captive was lying on the
floor. She is clothed in single piece of white garment and
chained. I lit the four oil lamps on each side of the corner of
the cellar hanging on the low-roof, and Gabriel positioned Emma
in a butcher table, who was still unconscious.
"Master, I'm sorry, Gabriel only bought two, and both
are pregnant women," I explained, to which Frissenri squinted.
Yes, I do notice Emma the first time I looked at her, she's
pregnant, "They are all fifteen in age as you ordered, but
Gabriel brought me these kinds instead of what you require." I
continued my report, this is not my fault; this is Gabriel's.
"Gabriel!" Frissenri winced, "I told you, for many
times now," he pointed his finger to him, "that I don't want
pregnant women's blood. It's all too sweet and nourished. I need
a virgin's blood, pure and different!"
Gabriel can only hang his head low and clarified,
"Master, virgins are difficult to find these days, and I have no
option left so I took these girls."
Frissenri then turned to me, "And you, Ira Nuhrenett,
being a poltergeist with your abilities, you could have seen
these and made adjustments. The day is long, and you only got
one, and another pregnant which you chained here!" he scolded,
his voice is very cold. "You know this is the night of the new
moon, so I cannot hunt, as much as the rest of the vampires. I
have to rely on you."
Him calling me by my full name and a poltergeist
proves his anger and frustration, and yes, I am one-a
poltergeist. I am a spirit bound to serve for him and also for
his coven. The vase which flew and hit Emma a while ago was my
doing, a form of my power called telekinesis. I can also create
illusions; leading human minds to perceive me as a lady or any
other human, on this case, an old lady as what Emma have thought
and seen me.
"I'm sorry, master." That was all what I can say,
Frissenri won't tolerate mistakes and failures, none of the coven
of vampires ever do-there was one though, to have a little
extended range of patience. He is Drigianne Lucerri, Frissenri's
brother, to which I felt his presence just now. He might be
coming here soon. Yet, it goes without saying not to wear their
patience off if it can ever be possible.
"Very well, I'll start tasting the other pregnant
woman. Their names?" Drigianne asked, he seems to have his
composure regained a little, but I know him more, this is where
he turns to be hungrier every minute. I looked into his eyes; it
is now a pale yellow, with his pupils vividly seen.
"The newly caught is Emma Gilberts, and that pregnant
woman lying on the floor is Donna Reese." I answered.
"Emma is about five months old pregnant, and Donna is
six." Gabriel followed up, Frissenri nodded as he heard him.
Frissenri flipped his long, black hair out of his
vision's way. After he stripped the white cloth covering, he felt
the tummy of his first victim; buried his claws on it to which
the victim grimaced, and tasted the blood. He screeched with much
displease on the taste as I predicted.
"Hand me the hammer." Frissenri wiped his lips, then
kept his stare on his victim as he stretched his hand out and
anticipating for what he asked. "Donna, you do believe in
vampires, right?" he asked, smiling at her.
"Y-Yes…but he doesn't look like you-I believe in my
handsome vampire, the one that will kiss me and…take me off my
feet…" Donna quivered as she replied; she was either too scared
or too traumatized to speak as clear as she was able to.
He wickedly laughed on her answer, to which I could
laugh at it, too. "Donna, vampires are always like me," Frissenri
shook his head in mockery and continued, "Your whimsical
imaginations for a human think that we are all gorgeous. Well-we
are, in a vampire's sense of course if I may say so, we are and
we will always be as elegant as we please. But we are not humans,
and our definition of being elegant isn't for humans, you see."
He raised his brows with a smirk, and didn't wait patiently
enough, right after he grasped the handle which I handed over to
him, he brought the hammer down to Donna's tummy.
Donna shrieked from the forceful pain to which just
by watching, needless to say, the pain is shattering. Frissenri
repeatedly hammered her tummy, pounding the steel as squished to
crunched sounds; and deformed, protruding marks are observed to
which her abdomen turned asymmetrical or loop-sided by curve.
Blood gushed out of her birth canal, Frissenri,
merciless as he is; once again strike the hammer to fall with
quite a force of a blow. "No prayer for the small infant." He
remarked as squishing sounds are heard and are even more
subjective to the screams and pains of Donna. Patiently like a
lion waiting for his lamb, Frissenri waited for the blood to run
dry on Donna's birth canal. Palpating her tummy, he took a deep
breath and buried his hands deep-mere seconds later, he took the
Donna, being at this state, she was as far as I can
tell, almost dead. Yet, I still hear her heart beating. "This,
Donna, is the main reason why I don't like tasting pregnant
women; placentas carry different forms of fetal blood much to my
distaste. Well, now that the supply is gone, and your baby bleeds
well, let's taste your blood, shall we?" Frissenri gallantly
stated. Opening his lips with his tongue midway sticking out as
if he was about to kiss, he had just revealed his fangs as white
as pearls, his pale yellow eyes fixed on Donna's swollen
eyeballs, not minding if she hears him or not. He brought himself
close to her, knelt low with his right hand on her waist and his
left hand in her smooth neck. Then, the moment Frissenri craved,
he buried his fangs into Donna's neck.
Quakes and jolts erupted on Donna Reese's body. With
fangs pierced and drawing her blood sealed on his lips, Frissenri
tasted Donna's blood with much precision and elegance with
cleanliness and mastery as a vampire, with only a trail or two of
her blood running sexy on her neck.
Frissenri's passion was cut short as a voice
squealed, not with delight-but with fright; and that voice of
shrilled fright belonged to Emma as she returned to her
consciousness. Upon her first gaze of the surroundings lays a
bitter murder between the prey and the predator just mere feet
adjacent to her right side. The blood that Frissenri kept drawing
from Donna's neck to his lips was spilled as he hissed and
growled towards Emma.
Gabriel quickly embraced, or should I say, captured
Emma who was still unaware of her predicament between her and
Gabriel, as much as to the whole situation. "Hush, Emma…it's
alright, don't worry…" He consoled.
"Gabriel! What is that? What is this?" Emma panicked,
looking at my master Frissenri and his prey was a statement Emma
just blurted out of her surprise.
"I know, I know Emma," Gabriel stated as he gripped
both of Emma's arms, "I lied to you when I said vampires don't
exist…it's just that people who will witness their existences are
not allowed to live."
"That is a vampire?!" Emma shouted, funny. She didn't
get the detail about witnesses not being allowed to live, "No,
you're lying! He looks very horrible and weird and-vampires are
not like that! Vampires are very gentle!"
"No, girl…" A voice crawled coming out from the door
and entering into the cellar, "Take a look and behold, the true
form of vampires." The cold voice stated, very cold and yet, very
pleasant. Drigianne Lucerri, yes, he finally appeared dressed in
a exquisite black coat. He's Frissenri's younger brother, he
looks to be in middle 20's, still with long black hair, pale
skin, dull-red lips, and icy-blue eyes. Compared to his brother,
Drigianne has smooth facial features and doesn't have a beard,
and he is more charming based on my opinion.
"No, you're wrong! Vampires are very beautiful
beings, they are very tame and they are lovely!" Emma, as always,
kept on justifying her false claims.
"We are vampires, girl. You're a human, just a human
with false, heretic claims with not having a slightest idea about
what vampires truly are." Drigianne spoke as Frissenri went back
to his feast on Donna. "Ira, what's this girl's name?"
"Emma Gilberts." I answered, "She belongs to those
same labels of humans, Master Drigianne, the same kind of heretic
humans who talks with endless erroneous statements about your
"Ahh, yes; twilight? Emma?" Drigianne
"Yes! You read that book?! That is over fantastically
awesome! You should try being-"
Drigianne cut her speech, "No, no, I will never dream
of it, Emma." His tone has taken an offensive mark while he shook
his head negatively, "Vampires are never what you humans ever
dream. Don't take us to be fools; mind it always in your meaty
and empty brain that we vampires are always greater to you,
humans. And you humans are inferior and just food to us."
"You better watch what you're saying, mister!" Emma
warned, she must be very dumb not to know where she stands.
"Yes, I am watching what I'm saying better than I
ever hoped for." Drigianne replied. "Ira, chain her, we'll give
her a full view of what vampires truly are."
As Drigianne ordered, I immediately took the chains
from the metal poles located at each point of the butcher table,
Gabriel firmly held to Emma, "What are you doing, Gabriel?!" She
hopelessly asked as I clasped the chains to her wrists and ankles
"You won't get away from this! Gabriel!" Emma snarled
and tried loosing herself with the chains. Mind I say these
chains are used on anchors, even a ship can be held placed on the
harbor with them. That is how hopeless Emma's chained situation
is now, and vampires never harbored any form of mercy on their
hearts…neither do I.
"Emma, I'll get away from this as always, I've been
getting away for 125 years now. I have 125 years of practice."
Gabriel grinned, he died 125 years ago. "Now, look and see for
yourself at what the vampires really are as you adore them." He
added as he held Emma's head, forcing her to look at her right to
witness Frissenri's last sip of blood from Donna.
Emma's eyes gawked with much fear, well, this is new
to her and it contradicted her belief of 'beautiful' vampires.
Donna is mostly unrecognizable now; her skin has turned maroon
and appeared bruised, her eyes swollen, her mouth agape and
stiff, her whole face was pushed beneath and lower, her limbs
turned stiff as well. Worst feature to be observed on Donna is
her abdomen, you can see the deformed baby's back on her right
side of the tummy…the puny creature inside her womb, shattered
into bits. And her like a mannequin, she lay silent on the floor,
"That, is what will happen to humans after being
bitten by vampires." Drigianne mocked, and laughed
afterwards. Frissenri joined with his laughter after licking his
lips and fingers stained with blood.
"Drigianne, what are you doing here, shouldn't you be
on Paris? These are all my catch, as Ira and Gabriel had caught."
Frissenri started, "Too bad, no? For if there only is a moon
tonight different than a new moon, then we shall catch ourselves
with more women to feast for."
"Yes, tonight is a new moon, the only phase of the
moon in which our vampiric instincts are weak. For that we need
more of Ira and Gabriel helping us catch some few fishes. You
listening, Emma?" Drigianne glimpsed to her, "Well, it doesn't
matter if you listen or not."
"The blood tasted horrible." Frissenri announced, "I
need virgin's blood. Does Paris sound nice tonight?"
"It's past midnight out there." Drigianne informed,
"But I say you can always drop in for a bite."
"Then I shall have my leave now, I'll take my chances
rather than tasting another blood of a pregnant, dirty human."
Frissenri acknowledged, "Ira, Gabriel, dispose Emma, you know
what to do." he winked at me, and disappeared.
"W-what just-" Emma blurted out, very bewildered upon
witnessing Frissenri suddenly vanished.
"He split." Drigianne informed. "He's in Paris by
"What-that's impossible-Paris is very far away!" Emma
took it hard to believe. "Vampires don't do magic tricks!"
"On the contrary, your belief is magic itself. There
are no vampires that sparkle in broad daylight. That is the magic
of vampire fallacy." Drigianne pointed out. Yes, Emma doesn't
know vampires can appear and reappear at will on any places they
please and want, or need to be.
And soon, we began Emma's disposal as horrendous and
horrifying as it can be, in which it would be accounted and made
(END for part one, the continuation 'The True Vampires: in
Diabolic' is very disturbing, and may or will not be
appropriate for reading. Thus, I leave the readers to decide if
they shall continue to read the second part, or not.)
Fallacy: Vampires are always strong in crescent moon phases
and that includes the time of the new moon. However, in this
story, the time of the new moon weakens them is a notion coming
from the word 'new moon' itself. But the clarification still goes
that vampires' powers are enhanced during the crescent form of
moons. Full moons do not, since this type of moon phase enhances
The True Vampires: Dans Les Mains (part One)
The True Vampires: in Diabolic (part Two)
Frissenri Lucerri (original pic: Shagrath,
vocalist of Dimmu Borgir)