❝ do you remember the last thousand years? ❞
in a vicious melody spread through numerous lifetimes, a time warper spends the last thousand years trying to remember her lover and bring his soul back.
in exchange for the death of an undying god.
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2 0 1 3 a city of jazz and shadows
A FAINT RESONANCE of jazz permeated the air, the spring breeze carrying the scent of the roadside flowers. Hsuji Yiko strode into a clandestine haunt, the sounds of brass instruments no longer able to penetrate its thick walls. Dim turquoise, yellow, and red lit the space, shedding a low light on the 8 ball pool players and the booze passed around.
Sliding into a bar stool, Yiko plastered a sweet smile on her lips as she called for a glass of bourbon on the rocks. Her peripherals zoned in on the dark skinned man on her right, "you are a man of Marcellus Gerard's, am I correct?"
That piqued the man's interest as he gave her an irked look, "And who the hell is asking?" The rude question was not what fazed Yiko. What vexed her more was the way he looked at her, as if she were nothing but a stubborn speck of dust stuck to a marble plate. Few had survived when so much as giving her a glance such as that. And even fewer those who had outright spoken to her rudely.
Imperial Chinese society had taught her to be ruthless and unforgiving, all for demanding respect from her peers in the royal court. Although strictly speaking, she was not a part of the council, she was still the one who managed the country's military affairs as imperial general. She was not about to be looked down upon by a vampire who couldn't even be a century old.
"You would be wise to watch your tongue, young man," Her smile widened, turning to face him as she took a sip from the liquor. "It would be most delightful if you could send him a message."
"And what message would that be?" He cocked his head, "you a friend or foe, lady?"
The rage hit her like tidal waves, which she'd calmed down by the slightest lift of her head to gaze down on him from under her lashes. "You choose the hard way? Will it kill you to be on your way to tell him what I want to deliver?" It seemed as though the word kill sent them vertiginous, the other vampires now halting their activities and wary of the conversation. "I see your dear vampires are very sensitive. Shall I desensitize them?"
Before the young vampire could even blink, Yiko shifted into Lacuna, disappearing into thin air for a millisecond before solidifying once more behind the nearest vampire. The smell of vampire blood and essence overwhelmed her, as she felt her fangs elongate before sinking them into their neck, draining them of their essence instantaneously. It was aphrodisiac, the thick bittersweet crimson, and the relief that followed. Without sparing a second for the others to attack, she shifted once more, on the brink of the middle ground before moving onto the next, and the next, until no one else stood standing save for the young man.
