Fanfic - Twilight
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mindcrackloveSummary: Vechs finds that Zisteau has received a very strange book from the book store. Companion fic to "Full Moon".
Vechs kept his eyes trained on the zombie pigman across the table from him. The walls and various furnishings of the impressive "Death Starter House" had all but faded from his view. Zisteau was his focus, and thus all he saw.
Zisteau, too, was frozen. From Vechs' glare it was easy to discern the problem at hand, as well as what was likely to follow, though he did not react in the slightest other than to remain completely still. Like a deer in the headlights.
How could he? Of all people, how could he? I haven't seen anything like this in all of my... 300 years? Has it been 300 years already? I really should check at some point...
No, no, get back on topic.
"Zisteau." The mapmaker surprised himself at the calm tone of his voice, despite the rising anger he felt. "What is this?"
He held up the object in question - a single book, a thick black novel that, while new, had the folded corners and creased edges suggesting it had been read at least once. It drooped open as Vechs held it by its spine, the hardcover hidden as it flapped out of view.
"It's a book."
"Don't play dumb with me, Pigderp. In case you might've somehow forgotten, which book is it?"
He turned the book to its side so that the cover could be read. Only for a brief moment, however,
before he clenched his fist and the entire novel crumpled like a leaf.
"That book would be 'Twilight', by the award-winning author Stephanie Meyer."
"And what exactly influenced you to think that reading this book, owning it even, would be a good idea when one of your closest friends is a nightwalker?" Vechs spat.
The pigman held up his hooves in defense. "Hey, Pyro practically begged me to take the stupid thing. I figured I might as well give it a shot. See how much they got right."
Vechs shouted unintelligibly in rage before turning and chucking the remains of the book off into the distance. He waited until he was assured of its flight path over the distant treetops before turning back to look at his friend.
"So, do you really sparkle in the sunlight?"
"Shut up."
"You know, it'd be easier to glare at me if you weren't wearing those goggles all the time."
"Fine, then you get rid of the giant flaming ball of death in the sky!"
-----
Only two people on the entire server were aware of Vechs' secret - Zisteau, who didn't seem to care in the least, and Guude, who only knew because Zisteau had insisted upon the mapmaker joining the server (and now slept with a wooden stake under his pillow and kept a cross on hand at all times, despite the fact that at least one of those tactics didn't actually work).
And, despite being his close confederate, Zisteau had betrayed him. Read what was often referred to in the nightwalker community as the "demon's book". It was so wrong. So romanticized. So horrible!
How could he?
How could he?
Vechs mentally added yet another overly-complex revenge plan to his eternally growing list, then turned his focus back to the book store beneath him as a dark shadow left its doors.
He leaned off the edge of the old oak tree's tallest branch for a better look. The mapmaker grinned as his supernaturally keen sight identified the shadow as Pyro. His target.
He had been in the tree one moment, then gone the next. No one noticed as he snuck up behind the dark shadow, swung his arm at its head, and it hit the ground without a sound.
-----
Zisteau watched the boy in the dinosaur costume with careful and cautious eyes. "Pyro? Are you doing alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm f-fine."
Pyro was, to put it lightly, unusually skittish. He shook like a leaf in a hurricane, glancing over his shoulder every other step and with his diamond sword at the ready in one hand.
Gripped tightly in the crook of his unused arm was a collection of books - three, the pigman noted, all with the same familiar black covers.
Pyro approached the edge of the river, giving once last panicked look behind him, and tossing the books into the river. They floated for a moment, swelling to twice their size, and then sinking like rocks to the bottom of the water.
The second he heard the splash, Pyro took off like a rocket for safety.
Zisteau stared after him for a moment, turning around to face where Vechs had spontaneously appeared.
"Really? You did that to the poor kid?"
Vechs gave a nonchalant shrug in response. "Do not mess with the nightwalkers, and we will not mess with you. It's not difficult."
Vechs kept his eyes trained on the zombie pigman across the table from him. The walls and various furnishings of the impressive "Death Starter House" had all but faded from his view. Zisteau was his focus, and thus all he saw.
Zisteau, too, was frozen. From Vechs' glare it was easy to discern the problem at hand, as well as what was likely to follow, though he did not react in the slightest other than to remain completely still. Like a deer in the headlights.
How could he? Of all people, how could he? I haven't seen anything like this in all of my... 300 years? Has it been 300 years already? I really should check at some point...
No, no, get back on topic.
"Zisteau." The mapmaker surprised himself at the calm tone of his voice, despite the rising anger he felt. "What is this?"
He held up the object in question - a single book, a thick black novel that, while new, had the folded corners and creased edges suggesting it had been read at least once. It drooped open as Vechs held it by its spine, the hardcover hidden as it flapped out of view.
"It's a book."
"Don't play dumb with me, Pigderp. In case you might've somehow forgotten, which book is it?"
He turned the book to its side so that the cover could be read. Only for a brief moment, however,
before he clenched his fist and the entire novel crumpled like a leaf.
"That book would be 'Twilight', by the award-winning author Stephanie Meyer."
"And what exactly influenced you to think that reading this book, owning it even, would be a good idea when one of your closest friends is a nightwalker?" Vechs spat.
The pigman held up his hooves in defense. "Hey, Pyro practically begged me to take the stupid thing. I figured I might as well give it a shot. See how much they got right."
Vechs shouted unintelligibly in rage before turning and chucking the remains of the book off into the distance. He waited until he was assured of its flight path over the distant treetops before turning back to look at his friend.
"So, do you really sparkle in the sunlight?"
"Shut up."
"You know, it'd be easier to glare at me if you weren't wearing those goggles all the time."
"Fine, then you get rid of the giant flaming ball of death in the sky!"
-----
Only two people on the entire server were aware of Vechs' secret - Zisteau, who didn't seem to care in the least, and Guude, who only knew because Zisteau had insisted upon the mapmaker joining the server (and now slept with a wooden stake under his pillow and kept a cross on hand at all times, despite the fact that at least one of those tactics didn't actually work).
And, despite being his close confederate, Zisteau had betrayed him. Read what was often referred to in the nightwalker community as the "demon's book". It was so wrong. So romanticized. So horrible!
How could he?
How could he?
Vechs mentally added yet another overly-complex revenge plan to his eternally growing list, then turned his focus back to the book store beneath him as a dark shadow left its doors.
He leaned off the edge of the old oak tree's tallest branch for a better look. The mapmaker grinned as his supernaturally keen sight identified the shadow as Pyro. His target.
He had been in the tree one moment, then gone the next. No one noticed as he snuck up behind the dark shadow, swung his arm at its head, and it hit the ground without a sound.
-----
Zisteau watched the boy in the dinosaur costume with careful and cautious eyes. "Pyro? Are you doing alright?"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm f-fine."
Pyro was, to put it lightly, unusually skittish. He shook like a leaf in a hurricane, glancing over his shoulder every other step and with his diamond sword at the ready in one hand.
Gripped tightly in the crook of his unused arm was a collection of books - three, the pigman noted, all with the same familiar black covers.
Pyro approached the edge of the river, giving once last panicked look behind him, and tossing the books into the river. They floated for a moment, swelling to twice their size, and then sinking like rocks to the bottom of the water.
The second he heard the splash, Pyro took off like a rocket for safety.
Zisteau stared after him for a moment, turning around to face where Vechs had spontaneously appeared.
"Really? You did that to the poor kid?"
Vechs gave a nonchalant shrug in response. "Do not mess with the nightwalkers, and we will not mess with you. It's not difficult."
