Hello everybody, re up chap 1 with some different thing

Up chap 2, I hope you will enjoy my story.

Thank you for your reviews.

I don't own code Geass, it's not mine.

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The Tales of Vampire Lelouch

Book 1 Prelude

chap. 1: The Beginning.

"People were always asked if the strength and charisma of the demon emperor were supernatural;. Some rumours said that he was avid for blood and he fed it literally. We have to stop believing in all sorts of ranting. He was a man and that's all there is to say."

Lord Becket, year 2080 ATB, academy of history of Britannia.

Pendragon, 2000 ATB, Saint Empire of Britannia.

Marianne Lamperouge takes a walk in the garden of Aries palace, hand on her rounded belly. The wind was soft, the sun's warm light up on Marianne's face.

Her unborn child had given kicking, in order to leave this jail of flesh.

"Yes my baby, your hour are coming soon, so please wait". She squats on the down slope of a hill, near a stream crossing the imperial gardens, praising the gods of this peaceful moment.

She has refused to know by the doctors the sex of the unborn child who grows up in her belly. But, in front of the fullness of this landscape, she can't prevent to think about that.

"If it is a girl, I would call her Nunnally, but if it is a boy ... I know that Charles would prefer a boy but he has not deigned to give me his name choices for our child. But I don't care about Charles, if it is a son; he will be named Lelouch, Lelouch Vi Britannia." She thought a smile on her lips.

The time spends like the stream who flowed nearby her, then CC arrived by the opposite slope.

"Good Morning Lady Marianne, do you spend a good time in your gardens?"

Marianne turned around and looked the girl with green hair and golden eyes. In front of her, she could only feel her mystery aura.

"Yes, CC, my child and I enjoy the peaceful of the garden". Marianne answered.

CC looked Marianne with compassion; she knew Charles and she had serious suspicions about VV.

He was jealous of Marianne because she had monopolized all the Charles's attention.

"You shouldn't stay alone, Lady Marianne". Said CC

"What could happen to me at the heart of imperial gardens?" Marianne asked.

CC doesn't answer, his gaze seemed weary.

"CC, I know what you are .... If something happens to me, I would like you taking care of my child, protecting him."

CC looked straight in the imperial consort's eyes; she suffered so much herself for immortality. Does she have to give the power to Marianne's child? Does he have to be excluded from the world of men and suffer in his turn? In other side, if it could reassure Marianne.

"Yes, Lady Marianne, I promise you."

Marianne thanked CC and left in her apartments. CC wondered herself why she had accepted so easily.
"The power of Kings, the Geass locks people in solitude". She repeated herself.

Her gaze is troubled, reviving painful memories.

Apartments of the imperial consort.

3 o'clock in the morning had come; Marianne was lying on her bed. She slept peacefully.

The night was dark; stars were extinguished in the same time as the sun, except the moon showed proudly its roundness and its luminescence at the voracious night. The wind moved in the curtains of the window and the moon illuminated the room with a pearly white light.

Stories say that during such nights, it is better to stay at home because it is time for creatures of darkness. They appeared in the shade and consumed humans.

The wind got up; rushes into the room before dying near the bed of the imperial consort. A shadow detached from the window, the moon bathed him in its rays, revealing its shape and its clothes.

What strange clothes...

He wore a gray robe, the colour was indefinable and the dress seemed alive. She married the gait of the unknown, revealing his musculature. On his chest was wearing an intertwining pearly fibre, which joined like a spider's web to form an armour, a gem joined all the fibre at his heart.

This ivory armour absorbed moonshines, as if it wanted to look even more stunning than it was. A Carmine stick extended his hand. The sceptre was made of wood twisted like snakes who interlace around the central axis. The cane is eventually a gem of a deep sea blue; all was covered with runes of milk white.

Being closer to Marianne in silence, the world seemed dying on his way. He was in and out of the world. On the gesture of the hand, the coverage of the imperial consort move away as if invisible hands had taken it.

The naked consort is revealed in the eyes of the unknown people but he didn't care because it was here for one thing.

He brought the hand above the belly of the sleeping woman; then he recites a deep and profound monotonous chant. The voice of the unknown was like a summer song, soft and flute-like; it flowed from the man's lips and stunned his environment.

A white light began to rise from his hand, around the belly of the imperial consort.

At this moment, the Queen Marianne began to emerge from her torpor, just when she saw a hand basking in the glow of light penetrating her belly.

Panic seized her, and she waited the pain.

"What's happening? Where am I? Charles! Someone help me, my child, someone, CCHHAARRLLESS!"

Helpless, she noticed that no sound come out of her mouth. She was frozen by her fear; his mind could not analyze her environment, with the certainty of being alone in the world.

She begged for her child.

The white light turned to purple red, the man's incantation became quick as a mountain stream, fast and inflexible.

However, she didn't felt any pain; the imperial consort began to look around her.

She saw a man with array as strange that captivate but the most surprising was his face.

She remained subjugated by the beauty of the stranger; he has got long silver hair shining in the moon, an aquiline nose, a complexion of ivory, pointed ears, thin lips.

At this stage, Marianne startled, she saw the fangs in the mouth of the unknown, while he continued his incantation, and his eyes….

Blood red eyes, a vertical pupil cracked them as black as darkness, fixing her intently

"Do not be afraid!" She heard in her mind, like a whisper.

The hand still in her, the unknown pronounces bewitching words but incomprehensible to Marianne. The pace was exhilarating words, the room turned into Marianne's mind.

"No, stop, my child, what are you doing to my child, stop it!" She tried to say.

But the pressure was too strong and she sank into the darkness.

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In her wakening, the room was plunged into the darkness, the moon had disappeared. Marianne stood up and looked around her.

"What had happened?" She wondered.

Instantly, she carried a hand to her belly. With relief, she noticed that the child was still there.

Air is going cold in the room and Marianne hang on herself and she saw him.

Two red eyes fixed her in the darkness, piercing her through and through. Marianne wanted to run far away but she couldn't move.

The milky-skinned people move towards her. He began to speak, his voice flows like honey.

"Hear me, the child that you carry is no more human" whispered the unknown.

"What? But ... "Marianne mumbled with difficulty.

"Shut up! ". The man ordered.

"The child will be born of your flesh and mine. Thanks to the magic of my people, I gave him my inheritance". The man replied.

"What? My child, what did you do? "Marianne was on the verge of hysteria.

The stranger raised his hand and Marianne was projected on to her bed. Paralyzed, she contemplated the monster in all his grandness.

"Who are you?" said Marianne with her despair suppliant voice.

"I am the last survivor of a millennium race, extending in olden times beyond the columns of Hercules. I am a vampire" he thundered.

The floor seemed to collapse under Marianne.

"A Vampire? No, this is not possible, it doesn't exist!" Countless unanswered questions rushed in Marianne's mind and at the same time, she reminded some memories about the legends of these legendary creatures.

"Be quiet" the vampire ordered.

"My time on this earth comes to end but I have to leave a member of my race, even if it is a hybrid" he said.

"What! You mean..... "Cried Marianne

"Yes, it is a vampire now, my child as much as yours." The vampire said with a smile on his lips.

Marianne felt faint, "her child, a monster? But why, I ... vampires can not reproduce like that so it is impossible.... "Those thoughts swirled in her head; she tried desperately to understand the situation.

Marianne stood up, calling her courage, she looked toward the vampire.

His face was tender, his eyes magnified by fear but with her little voice, she managed to speak.

"I thought vampires immortal, why do you need my child?" Her voice was tense, anxious.

The vampire looked her with curiosity, he likes looking an animal before devouring his prey. Marianne felt a shiver run her spine, fearing his answer.

"I didn't say that I will die but other worlds than this need me. My race has disappeared into the paunch of the great devourer, I am the last. Before I left, I need a successor."

" But ... "began Marianne

"Shut up, inferior creature!" The vampire cried.

"If you knew how much I hate your race. You are the cattle of vampires, protect you or exterminate you depends on my mood."

But his tone became painful and blood tears appeared in his eyes.

"I haven't to justify myself for my actions to you or to any mortal." Launched the Vampire, his eyes sharp and threatening pierced her through and through.

"You have to know that your child should not be breastfed, but fed with your blood, or it will die. You'll have to hide him from others or he will be hunted, teach him the art of discretion so that he can pass for a normal child. Your child has a role to play in the future of this world."

The words of the vampire were imbued with sadness, but he continued, his voice growing low.

"Your child will see his powers to be revealed only the day when a member from the people of the Southern continent is to bind him. Until then, you have to control his thirst for blood."

"But what do you mean? His thirst for ..." Cried Marianne, she was unable to control the flood of despair that invaded her.

"If you don't educate him, you will know soon enough. As long as the seals are in place, he will not able to give the Covenant of Blood and he will be mortal, like you. If he will attack humans, they will be transformed into zombie, if he does not kill them after quench his thirst."

"Oh My god" said Marianne horrified.

The gaze of the Vampire will be menacing and with his wheezing voice, he added:

"Beware human, if you kill him, you condemn your world, but you will damn you above all others. I will personally look after yourself and persons dear to you before start from this world."

Marianne remained prohibited.

The creature moved back slowly, his words were no more than whispers in the mind of Marianne.

"Remember, it will be the saviour of your world. But the price he will pay will be terrible; it will be alone forever.... "

The vampire sighed and thought" like me."

"Watch over on our son, on Lelouch" he said.

On these words, the creature deployed his wings of jet black; He looks like angels Britannien churches.

Feathers whirled in the Marianne's room, blinding her of their multitude.

Once the feathers disappeared in the air, the creature had disappeared.