O! The song I'm using rite now is "Ascendead Master" by Versailles (glares at Phantom). The song I'm using later on is "Secret" by The Birthday Massacre.Now please enjoy it :)

This bow that can never be restored, never return,
was embraced and awakened amidst the darkening clouds…

“So, this is where the vampire sleeps, am I correct?” Camille Rossore said as he gazed up at the old Elizabethan mansion. Dark morning glories were twined around the columns, around the windows. The mansion itself, despite its crumbling foundation, still looked as if it were new. There were no cracks in the windows, no discoloration of the bricks. Camille guessed the vampire had too much time on its hands. “It kept everything intact except the foundation?” Camille shook his head. “I do not understand. Lucian?”

There was no answer, but Camille could hear Lucian breathing softly behind him. He whirled around. “Lucian, I’m speaking to you.”

“Yes?” Lucian tore his crystal-blue eyes away from the sparkling lake in the distance. His long, snow white ponytail swayed behind him as he turned to face Camille. “Such picturesque scenery, don’t you think so, Camille?” His smiled obliviously, like he had no idea as to why they were here at the mansion in the first place. It was one of the things about him that pissed Camille off.

Camille chose to ignore it this once. He let out a slow breath and started up the steps. “Let’s go in. I’m ready to feel the blood on my skin again.” He started up the stairs, smiling radiantly, his dark eyes bright with excitement.
Lucian sighed and went up slowly after his younger brother. “...I hate this…” He said gently, but loud enough for Camille to hear.

Camille pretended not to hear, and swept a hand through his wavy black hair. He did not look back, even when he finally managed to open the door. Dust flew up to meet them, as if it were happy to see the scorching light of day after so many years in the dark. Lucian blinked a few times, to get his eyes used to the dark.

The song hit Lucian suddenly as he stared up at the old, yet beautiful candelabra that hung tarnished on the high ceiling. “Ah…tell me, my mother rose! I can no longer forgive, is this also my punishment?” Lucian sung delicately, tenderly, as if these words meant something to him. They didn’t. He stood there, staring up at the candelabra as if he were in a trance. “Loving one another, drawing closer to each other, a fate we pluck unknowingly…”

“Damn it, Lucian, be quiet!!” Camille hissed viciously. “Are you asking for this mission to fail? I don’t need another failure!” He grabbed Lucian’s slender wrist and started trudging up the velvety stairs leading to what must be the grand-ballroom.

“People are all defiant sinners who rock the ark, come now, burn away the loneliness with those hands,” Lucian forced himself to turn away from the candelabra. He looked over at his brother, at his back. The words were flowing out of him like a fountain. “Revolution is beautiful, a serenade bursting into flames, I’ll bite into your sinful neck…”

“Be quiet!!” Camille snapped when he reached the tall double doors. He turned to face Lucian, his expression furious… with a hint of desperation. “Be quiet, Lucian. You know how these things are. Do not mess this up for me.” He turned back to the doors, letting go of Lucian’s wrist.

The words stopped coming for some reason. Lucian felt anger rise in him at Camille’s comment. “What lies, Camille. Are you not just doing this to earn Mother’s favor?” He shot at his brother’s heaving back. He knew this would hurt Camille, but he needed to face facts. “Even if you kill this one, you will never get her approval. Don’t you know that, little boy?”

Camille tugged on the dusty, dirty, once-golden handles to the door. He focused on opening the door so he wouldn’t hit Lucian. He tugged hard to swallow down the urge to push Lucian down the stairs. That might have been a little extreme, but when he was angry… it felt like a fire in him that he just had to get rid of. Camille never had much control over his temper.

“Now do you want my help? You can’t always do things by yourself.” Even now, Lucian’s voice sounded cool, cold, like a winter wind. His icy breath blew against Camille’s hot neck, and Camille pulled harder on the handles.

“I’ll tell you once more to be quiet.” Camille said slowly, deliberately, his voice quivering. “If I have to tell you again, it’ll be your blood on these hands.”

“Huh. I like the sound of that.” Lucian said with a slight smile. He turned to go up one of the flights of stairs leading from the grand staircase. “I’ll go look for any familiars.” He headed up the dark stairs, coughing at the dust. He felt along the wall, since he could barely see. The texture of the wall changed from wallpaper to stone, and Lucian stumbled forward a bit. Something furry scurried across his foot.

“Hey… why is a human in here?” The sleepy voice came from in front of him. The slight accent it had was of oriental decent, that much Lucian knew.
Lucian froze and focused hard on the darkness before him. He couldn’t see anything, but dared not speak. He inched his hand slowly to the cold metal handle of his gun and wrapped his fingers around it tightly.
The voice laughed sardonically. All traces of sleep were now gone from the voice; now it was full of excitement. “Can you see me now?” A pair of emerald green eyes appeared. “You like my eyes, don’t you?”

“Maybe.” Lucian said calmly. He couldn’t stop trembling. He almost wished he’d stayed in the foyer with Camille.
The darkness crept forward. “Such a rude thing to say… and we’ve been acquainted for so long…” The eyes were staring straight at Lucian. They seemed to be sneering at him, and the voice now had a mocking tone to it. Lucian felt a smoky hand grab his free hand, tearing it away from the wall. “Lucian…”

“Don’t touch me.” Lucian jerked out of its grasp and lost his footing. He fell backwards, ready to welcome the smash of his skull against the stone-

“That would’ve been a nasty fall.” The dark being had grabbed him around the waist. Chuckling, it pulled him closer, until their (it had a forehead?) foreheads touched. “You’re really beautiful, you know that?”

“Stop playing with me.” Lucian said, slightly irritated. He slid his hand up and touched where he knew its lips were. “Kaine.”
Kaine laughed, and the darkness dissipated from his face to reveal his true features. “You got me.”

(ahem) Back downstairs, Camille was still trying to open the ballroom door. He grunted and pulled with all his strength. With one final tug, it finally gave way and opened. Dim light flooded into the foyer. Camille stood there for a minute, trying to catch his breath, then walked in slowly. He kept his hand on the hilt of his sword and looked around the room. “What a rich bastard…” he said quietly.

The ballroom was still stunning, even in the dim light that filtered in through the high, tinted windows. The walls were a caramel-beige color, and the floor was made of shining white streaked marble. They were both outlined by a strip of golden foliage. There was a big, ornate candelabra hanging from the high ceiling, which was the same dark burgundy as the carpet in the foyer. On the opposite side of the room, Camille could see a white coffin, standing. It was leaning backwards on a slight angle, held in place by heavy chains.

“Ah, jackpot.” Camille said, smiling. “Your coffin, you bastard.” He stealthily crept forward until he was three quarters across the way and then ran the rest. No one attacked, so he assumed he was alone. So this battle was going to be as boring as the others.

The front of coffin was smooth and white, but there were dark stains on the top. It looked as if someone had poured some dark substance over it. The stains were now a part of it. As was the staple of today’s society with coffins, there was a cross engraved in it, yet the design of it was beautiful, unlike any other Camille had seen. It had a very elaborate design; the cross itself was made of pewter, inlaid with a bright blue-sliver stone, with swirls of sparkling jewels that Camille did not know the names of. They intertwined over the cross like a bundle of ivy. Camille wondered if after he killed the creature, if he could sell this coffin. Would that make Mother proud? The scar on his side ached. A sharp pain pierced through his body. Camille took a deep breath and shook Mother from his mind. Not now.

Camille took his sword out from its scabbard. The blade shone blue, like it always did. He’d named his sword Eli for its iciness. The blade was always cold. He took a breath and placed the tip in between the lid of the coffin. He started to move the sword up and down to open the coffin up just a crack. After a few minutes, he heard a creak like stepping on wooden floorboards and took Eli out from under the lid. Camille slid Eli back into its scabbard and pushed the coffin open.

“So…you must be the vampire.” Camille was a little surprised. What lay in the coffin was a boy smaller than he was, and a little younger too… maybe by a year or two. Camille had heard about this boy with the hair that shone like pure gold… with eyes that were dark and blue… This boy certainly had golden hair. He was deathly white, and the soft burgundy velvet that lined the inside of the coffin did nothing to help that. There was a deep red choker around the boy’s neck with a sliver heart in the center. The heart was covered in black vines and pieces of the same blue-silver stone as the cross dotted here and there along the vines.

“Well… it was nice to meet you, and now I have to kill you.” Camille took out Eli once more and quickly drove it into the heart of the vampire. To his dismay, no blood rose up to greet him. The inside of this boy felt hollow, but it was probably due to his lying in the coffin for the past century or so. Camille took his sword out, and was a little perturbed that it came out clean. Sighing, he put Eli back into its scabbard. He turned to walk away.

“Where do you think you’re going with all that malice seated deep within you, boy?” An alluring voice called out from behind him. Camille whirled to see the vampire sitting up in its coffin, a playful smile on its face. It was oddly able to sit cross-legged in its coffin, as if there were an invisible floor beneath it.

“It still lives?!” Camille exclaimed, whipping Eli out from its sheath. He ran forward and was about to pierce straight through the vampire for a second time when it held up a finger and stopped him. “What the hell?” Camille pushed forward harder and harder, but no matter what, Eli could not pierce straight through the brat’s finger.

“I believe you called me an ‘it’.” The vampire said calmly, directing its unnaturally blue eyes at Camille. Its smile changed from playful to amused. “I am not an ‘it’. As you can see, I am a boy, like you. You may call me Cameron.”

“I didn’t care to know your name.” Camille snapped, still pushing forward.
“Hmm, I like you, boy. I like your face and your eyes. Your eyes are full of a burning ferocity…” Cameron said. He pushed Camille away with one tap against his blade, Cameron sent Camille tumbling across the floor.

“Hmm, you’re strong. Looks like this won’t be boring after all, vampire.” Camille said, smiling as he stood up.

Cameron chuckled, and stood up. He walked forward on an invisible floor, like he was on a completely different plane. He went up to Camille and touched his face gently. “Silly little human, I am not one of those pathetic leeches, so do not lump me in with them. They have no real power. The only thing we have in common is the taste and need for blood.” Cameron smacked Camille in what he thought was friendly, but Camille found it to be painful. “I walk on the very threads of existence. The planes that make up this world… I can see them all, and manipulate them.”

“So, will you tell me how to kill you?” Camille asked, with a sarcastic smile.
Cameron laughed, tossing his head back. He lay down on his “plane”, and turned over to face Camille. His eyes were gentle and sky blue, and the slight smile that crept onto his face was just as soft. “How indeed… what is your name?”

“You don’t need to know that.” Camille said, forcing himself to look away from Cameron. Those eyes were sucking him in.

“Look at me.” Cameron’s voice rang heavy in his ears. It was absolute. Camille turned to look at him, drawn in by his voice. “Now… tell me, what is your name?”

“…Camille Rossore…” Camille said slowly. His head felt like it was full of clouds, like he was dreaming. Somewhere in the back of his mind he wondered where Lucian was…