A Red Canvas-An Vampire Verse Fanfiction

Chapter 1- Meeting

 -Encre P.o.V.-

                  As an artist, I am always looking for inspiration. Honestly, I feel like I'm missing out on all of the gorgeous scenes of the night. Alas, the night belongs to the vampires.

               "Azure." I sigh. He's the one friend who has faced everything with me, the only one I can tell.

                "Yes Encre?" my cheerful friend replies.

                 "J'ai quelque chose à te dire. Ne le dites à personne. Ceci est notre petit secret.(I have something to tell you. Don't tell anyone else. This is our little secret.)" I say sternly.

                 "I promise I won't tell a soul!" 

                 " Ce soir c'est la pleine lune.(Tonight is a full moon.)"

                  "Who told you that?"

                  "Simon. Je quitte le village ce soir. Je veux peindre une  image la lune.(Simon. I'm leaving the village tonight. I want to  paint an image of the moon.)"

                  "W-WHAT?!?!"

                  "Je serai de retour le matin.(I'll be back by morning)"

                   "B-but what if you get attacked?!?!"

                    I sigh. "Si je ne suis pas ici au lever du soleil, va chercher Eterna. Elle saura quoi faire.(If I am not here at sunrise,go get Eterna. She'll know what to do.)" Azure hugs me.

                    "Alright Encre. Bring a weapon. Be safe." he says. I pat his head.

                    "D'accord. J'essaierai.(Okay. I'll  try.)"

 -Fallacy P.o.V-

                      As the  moon rises, i'm preparing to go out for a snack.  I won't  turn the mortal, mind you. I'm not a fan of turning them without their consent. So I  only  take small or medium drinks from them. Large  drinks, what most vampires do,  kills mortals. I only do that when it's  necessary. While leaving my room, I see my son Jasper walking toward me. 

                      "Dad, are you heading out?" he  questions. His star eye is spinning...  strange. Usually it's still or changing into something else. Still, I don't ask.  His mom never had star eyes and even if  she  did, she's dead. And I'm pretty sure Jasper wouldn't know.

                    "Yes, I'll be back soon.Don't get into any trouble." 

                    "Alright Dad!" he shouts, running off. I sigh and go down stairs. As I leave the house in bat form, I hear yelling from the house. Jaspers doing no doubt, so I don't worry about it.

                   In the woods, there aren't many mortals, as usual. But after about 2 hours, I see a skeleton walking down a side path from the village. He has a canvas in hand along with art supplies and a candle. Many questions race through my mind, like why the mortal wasn't on the main path, and why he had a candle. I followed him for a bit.When he stopped walking, we were near the lake. He sits on a log and  sets up his art supplies neatly. 

             An hour goes by. He's painting. I sit and watch in bat form. I really want to see it finished. He starts laughing and turns in my direction. I freeze in place. It's the first sound he made. 

             He says  "Tu pensais vraiment que je ne sentais pas que tu me regardais? Je sais que vous êtes là. Arrête de faire semblant. Pourquoi ne pas parler de personnes civilisées au lieu de recourir à la violence? Je ne veux pas me battre, mais je préférerais si je vivais. " I'm shocked  to hear him speak so calmly. Being able to speak french, I understood that he said: "Did you really think I didn't feel you watching me? I know you're there. Stop pretending. How about we talk things out like civilized people instead of turning to violence? I don't want a fight, but I would prefer if I lived."   I'm at a loss for words. Very rarely does a mortal speak to a vampire asides from screaming. Then something else catches my attention. His star eye. It being a star is strange enough but then it does what Jaspers does. Changes shape. The only difference is that the mortals "normal" eye does the same. Changes shape. But eventually his eyes go back to normal.

          I sigh and turn into my normal form. Still, the mortal is unfazed. "I'm Fallacy, king of the vampires." I say finally.He smiles.

        "Je m'appelle Encre. C'est un plaisir de vous rencontrer. La plupart des vampires m'auraient tué maintenant.(My name is Encre. It's a pleasure to meet you. Most vampires would have killed me by now.)" He replies. I sigh at the fact, it's  true."C'est curieux, vraiment. Pourquoi tu ne m'as pas tué? Bien que je suppose que je devrais être reconnaissant.(It's curious, really. Why haven't you killed me? Though I guess I should be grateful.)"

        "I'm not fond of killing mortals. How did you know I understood french?" 

       He's silent for a bit. Like he's  debating something. Soon enough,  he replies  with:

      "Je n'ai pas C'est la langue que je parle habituellement.(I didn't. It's the language I usually speak.)"

       "Okay." I decide not to mention his eye to him. It's spinning. I don't know if it's a good or bad thing...

       "STAY AWAY FROM ENCRE!!" a voice I recognize yells.

       It's Eterna.