|Cold as Ice
Author: Vixen-Queen PM
Angelus created a child vampire that goes by the name of Morgan. This story is about her history and her inner troubles. The main characters will be Morgan, Drusilla and Spike ON HOLD!Rated: Fiction T - English - Drama/Angst - Chapters: 2 - Words: 2,576 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 2 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 08-17-05 - Published: 08-07-05 - id: 2522839
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Cold as Ice
The Lady Morgaine
Cold as Ice
Is part of
The Vampire Chronicles
Other Stories that have been or will be published under the name of The Vampire Chronicles are
The Beautiful People
The Vampire Chronicles are inspired on The Vampire Chronicles of Anne Rice. This does not mean that I have copied the stories; this merely means that out of great love for the books I have created my own Vampire Chronicles. These stories will mostly play out in the BTVS and ATS Fandom.
The solemn part that has been based on Interview with the Vampire are the troubles of the Child Vampire, Morgan. If you have read the book or seen the movie you will know what troubles I speak of, otherwise you will know in time.
Disclaimer: As my name is not Lestat, this would mean that I would be a very powerful vampire, I am in no position to claim BTVS nor Angel. And as I have made clear above I do not own The Vampire Chronicles of Anne Rice. I merely own the plot and some of the characters.
Major thanx to Kell for helping me with the story and to Lex who is my beta, you guys rock.
Kell is known under the name Nookyfiction and Lex is known under Little Illy, just so you know who these girls are in the fanfiction world
Without Further ado, I present 'I am Morgan', the first chapter of Cold As Ice
I am Morgan
"I love you, mama, so, so much"
They blamed me for the death of my mother; they said that I had killed her. I loved my mother, I would never do anything to harm the woman that had given birth to me. Still, they had their reasons.
I was woken by a scream that morning, the smell of something that I couldn't quite place prickled my senses. I tried to get up, but my body felt so numb, I softly lifted my head up to see what had caused the screaming and then I saw her. My mother, dead, bathed in a pool of blood and I right next to her, the knife still clutched in my small fingers. The sight of my mother's corpse made me stumble backwards; the knife fell from my hands in the scarlet pool.
"Mama" The word slipped so easily from my tongue, like they had always done. Although today they would not wake her.
My words alarmed the maid, of course, who else would have screamed, but the maid. I saw her run over to where my mother lay, trying O so desperately to wake her Lady. It was as if I didn't existed, as if I was merely part of the décor, until the Police arrived. Then they saw me, saw me covered in blood, the knife at my feet, and they knew at once that I had done it. I screamed and screamed that it was the vampires who had done it. The Vampires, but they wouldn't hear it.
I became an outcast in my own home, my father ignored my existence and the staff didn't dare to come near me. I had hoped that the people would have treated me better, but the sight of me alone, made some quiver, others shouted, called me names and threw things at me. I wanted to die and someone had heard my plea.
"I knew you'd break down" The vampire said, as he circled 'round my bed. "A little thing like you wasn't made to suffer"
"It was you, you were the one that killed her. You killed her and you made me take the blame" I drew away the covers and got out of bed. My shouting became more furious as I stood at my full height.
"Yes it was me, you see I wanted you more then anything in this entire world, but you refused me. This however didn't stop me from wanting you even more. You didn't really think a simple no was enough to send me back to the hell I came from, now did you?"
I softly whimpered a no in reply; I felt tears spring from my eyes and roll down my cheek.
He sat down on his knees, so he was closer to my height and drew his arms around me. "Now, now little one, no more tears. I know that I pulled your mother away from you, but I can give you something better instead. How do you feel about eternity, living forever"
As he spoke he drew closer to my neck and without waiting for my reply he struck down on me, biting me hard as he did. I refused to scream, refused to show my weakness. As I lay in his arms I prepared myself to die, but then when death was at it's closest I felt something trickling down my mouth. I urged his wrist closer to my mouth and waited for infinity to begin.
"Morgan, Morgan" It was as if a lullaby was sung to me when she spoke, her voice was the sweetest thing I had ever heard. "Won't you wake, little bird"
"Yes, a whole new world awaits you, open your eyes, my pretty and feed on the world" Another voice said.
Then I heard his Irish accent, even more delicious as it had sounded before.
I couldn't refuse, I had to open my eyes and feast on the night. Never in my young life had I ever dreamt of seeing the world so beautifully. I rose from my bed of roses, feeling a wicked craving for blood.
The previous night had been the most delicious thing ever. We had walked the City of Paris all night, feasting on the rats that called themselves human. And then I saw her, a little girl around the age of four, she was playing with her doll. "Soie une bonne petite fille, Edith" I heard her whispering to her dolly. She never saw me coming. I snapped her neck and then as she lay in my arms, her soft brown curls tickling my skin. I sank my teeth in her flesh and drank her dry. Before I left I made sure that I took her pretty doll with me. I knew that Drusilla would be ecstatic when I gave it to her and she was.
Me and Dru, what a pair we made. I knew that Angelus was beyond jealous, jealous that I only loved Drusilla, when he was the one that made me. How could he demand of me that I loved him, when my hate for him was brighter then the sun itself?
The French text I used means "be a good little girl, Edith" Edith of course will become Miss Edith, that's right Dru's Dolly.
Well that's it you lot, now be good little boys and girls and review