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A Vampire Tale- part 4

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"Arra will you please hold still?" Rosalie sighed as she tightened the strings on the dress. Arra gasped for air and glared at the maid. Her long black hair ran to her hips and her peircing blue eyes looked as though they could kill a bison. A small pebble was thrown at the window and her attention immediatly flew to it. Rosalie grumbled and through open the hatch, peering out the window with pure distaste. "Hiya, wrinkle face!" Larten waved enthuisiastically to the maid from down below. Rosalie snorted and turned on her heel, strutting out of the room now that her job was done. Arra watched her and then turned back to the window, giggling hysterically. Rushing over, she looked down at the beaming red head. "Good day to you." Larten bowed and Arra did the same, both of hem laughing. When the young man took in the sight of his friend he began to gape, his green eyes widening. "Jesus Christ woman, you look like a girl!" He spazzed. Arra rolled her eyes, "That's because I am a girl, you half wit." "Yeah, but you actually look it!" "Girl or boy I can still wipe you!" Arra smirked proudly. Larten looked down at his feet with a sheepish expression on his face. "Where's Vanez?" Arra asked curiosly, looking around for the one eyed teenager. "He got socked in the bollocks and had to go put ice on 'em." Larten chortled. "He did not!" Arra laughed. "Aye, he did, lasse." The red head winked. Arra shook her head.
"Father's making me wear this pathetic dress for the prince, this evening." Larten cocked his head, "Ew, hat pompess?" "Aye," Arra giggled, eyes twinkling. "But you know that I would rather dress up this way for you." Larten flushed darkly and looked away and mumbled quietly, though Arra could still hear it, "I don't care what you dress in...it's you that I like. Not the clothes." "Oh, you're a hopeless romantic, Larten Crepsley." Arra giggled and sighed, "I really wish I could be with you instead. But father doesn't want me marrying a....a..." She trailed off. "A street rat? A merchant's son?" Larten quizzed but Arra didn't answer, only shaking her head. "I heard Gavner's moving to New York." "Aye," Larten sighed and kicked a stone, "Land of the old people." "No, you're thinking of Pennyslvania." Arra smirked and Larten laughed.
"Is Kurda still with you?" He asked. Arra nodded, "His mum still works down at the Mill. Turns six this fall." Larten chuckled, "That thing is a walking map, I tell ya. He shuts up...I wanna deck him." "Larten!" "Well, I do! It's better than him geting hung for not stopping his clapper." "Men," Arra rolled her eyes but Larten shrugged with he same mischevious smile, "Eh, it's in our blood to be dumb asses, mate." "Especially your's," Arra commented. Larten winked. "What time is it, my lady?" He smirked. Arra turned her back on him for a moment and looked at the grnadfather clock that chimed magnificantly in the corner of her room. "Six o'clock." She announced, looking back to him. "You better get home and get ready for the grand festival before your mum has her way with you." "Aye," Larten heaved an exasperated sigh. "I'll see you later then?" "Promise," Arra smiled and closed her windows, watching the red head wave as he ran down the dirt road. "Moron..." Arra rolled her eyes and peeked out of the window again. "Crepsley! Your house is the other way!"




"I feel rediculous." Larten growled as he stood with his sword to his side, Gavner on his left and Vanez on his right. "Better than me, mate." Vanez grumbled. He was wearing a gray wool vest over his slightly dirty 'pirate like' blouse. Larten had the same only the vest was a golden tan and a red and brown tie was folded underneath. Gavner was in a nice white t-shirt and a tie. He looked the most casual. "I feel fine," Gavner beamed and the two elder boys glowered down at him. "Lucky wank," Vanez cursed under his breath which made Larten chuckle a little. "Oh!" Larten grinned hugely, "I see Arra! Up there near the banister!" A young woman was standing gloriously above them all, in a beautiful pink and white dress that just barely touched he floor. She cooled herself a bit with a white fan in her left hand. Larten waved furiously and Arra caught sight of this, giggling, before Vanez wretched the hand down. "Stop pelting me in the god damn ear, red neck." He cursed. Larten shrugged with an apologetic face.
The trumpets suddenly blared around them and the whole crowd below looked up. Larten, Gavner, and Vanez raised their swords in from of their faces, looking straight ahead as was ordered. "Inroducing," Boomed a large plump man with a scroll in his hands. His white wig ran passed his shoulder and the tai of his coat just barely camed past his waist band. he buttons on his jacket looked strained under all the pressure. "Prince Mika Ver Leth of England!" The croud jeered happily and excitedly as the dark man traveled down the stairs. His black hair was shimmering in the setting sunlight and his ravenous eyes kept straight ahead. His clothing seemed that of a royal in which he was, his boots tapping lightly on the ground, barely making a noise. His pale lips were persed and there were no lines on his face from smiling in what looked like ever. As he passed, Larten couldn't help but glare at him in jealousy.
"MY FELLOW BRITS!" The fat man called over all the voices, but Larten didn't seem to hear him at all. How could Arra's father want his daughter- his beautiful daughter that had the best laugh, the best jokes, the best cunning and sense of bravery- to marry a discusting peice of vermine and full English filth with percise table manners, no hint of happiness, or always wearing black? Why someone like that? Cause he's rich....the thought made Larten nearly go crazy with rage. "LET THE FESTIVAL BEGIN!!" The loud cheering woke Larten up from his day dreaming of destroying Mika and sent him blinking cluelessly at what was going on. The next thing he knew...he had a full bottle of whiskey in his hand.


"Do you think he's all right?" Kurda asked, his shaved blonde head basking in the lantern's light from the party. His blue eyes looked mystified at the sight of the 16 year old dancing around and singing drunkenly. "Aye," Vanez smirked, sipping a bottle of ale, "He may end up with a pregnant girl in the mornin' though." "How's that?" Gavner cocked an eyebrow and Vanez pointed to a small lump in Larten's trousers. The red head was swaying on his feet as he talked to a woman that seemed the age of eightteen. "He be gettin' a little tipsy, he is...already gettin' hard withou' me."
here's part 4 ^^ i got the part with

"Jesus Christ woman, you look like a girl!"
"That's because I am a girl you half wit!"
"Yeah, but you actually look it!"
"Girl or boy I can still whip you."

from a different version of Cinderella. I brought Mika Ver Leth in here as the prince of England ^^ also because he's the youngest of the princes except for Darren. I made Kurda six years old because he's also a young vampire, I think maybe younger than Gavner? eh, well he's younger in here anyways ^^

hope you like it ^______^
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EltonAddict's avatar
I recognized the whole
"Jesus Christ woman, you look like a girl!"
"That's because I am a girl you half wit!"
"Yeah, but you actually look it!"
"Girl or boy I can still whip you."
from "Ever after". I luv Ever After. Thats the only part of the story I actually read. Can't stand Arra. Sorry.