The Dark Prince

The Dark Prince

I'm new to this, please be kind.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, not a person, character, or random event that may happen anywhere, to anyone in any universe.

I wish I owned Malice Mizer and its members, but one can dream, ne? well on to the fic!!
set in an AU. malice Mizer fic.

Chapter 2

As I drove my car I started to wonder what this was all about, I mean its not like I have never recieved any mysteroius phone calls before, I often do for someone in my profession.
I drove out of Tokyo, toward my destination into the countryside, I couldn't help but to think of some of the past jobs I have had. I remember this particular job I had where I had to drive into the country and end the suffering of my employer who was paying my a very lucrative amount of money to end his suffering i.e. his wife. She had been a small woman, petite in stature, brown hair and very dark blue eyes, the problem to getting to her was her personal bodyguards. That was extra, I mean I had to get rid of them quietly and efficiently in order to get to my target. Once that had been accomplished, my mark was easy. I walked away from that with quite a bit more than I had been promised. Ah memories, but back to the present, I always keep my "tools" of the trade on me. I prefer my american made berretta
9mm pistols, they are a very accurate weapons, also I carry a colt python .44cal. So I am prepared for any situation that might arise today.

As I leave the main road ways I start to travel down small roads that don't get much use. I decide as I near my destination that I will stop the car about a 1/2 mile away and "scope" the place out, no sense in putting myself in a totally unknown atmosphere. I like to know whats around me, the best ways to get in and out, quickly and quietly. In the trunk of my car I keep a PSG-1 sniper rifle with a powerful scope, I take that out in order to see my surroundings better, the light was starting to fade into night so I needed the infra red scope function that this had. I can't see the house from here so I decide to move forward a little, I look down at my watch and see that I have 25 minutes before my scheduled arrival. I hear coming from the road the sound of an engine, from where I am I can see the road but the driver of the car won't be able to see me. I train my rifle on the car, after the headlights go past, and look through the scope, I see a young man about my age with longish hI caI can't tell exactly how long it is since he is sitting down, obviously! As I am trained on this guy I hear more vehicles approaching, it sounds like two of them. I wait patienlty for them to go by and then "look" at them as well as the first. These two are similar to the first that drove by. Well I figure I had better get going time was running low for me to check this place out. I get back to my car and break down my rifle, put it in its case and back into the trunk. I am going into the unknown now since I couldn't see anything from where I was, that makes me nervous.

I start my car, I can't believe it, it starts on the first try! Even though I make alot of money I just don't want to go out and buy a new car. I start to drive down the road and I notice that the road really starts to wind around quite a bit, I have to slow down to manuver the turns, so as I don't wreck my car. I can see the property now, it is quite well kept, great lawn, nice trees, I still can't see much else though. I slow down so I can at least to get a better look at things, I know I'm pretty paraniod, anyone would be to in my profession! I am going to drive past the place first, I can always say that I missed the address the first time, and had to turnabout. I drive past and I still can't see the house! It must be pretty far back. There are large iron gates at the front of the drive, and a ten foot western mason fence with wrought iron decoration on top much resembling spear tips, to keep unwanted guests out or maybe wanted guests in. OK now I'm starting to creep myself out, I gotta stay calm, "control yourself Gackt" I think to myself. I can do this, whatever it is.

I turnabout in a small alcove that looks as though it was placed here for this very reason. I just now notice that this is the only property out here. Thats strange that I didn't notice this before. I usually notice these things, like what my surroundings are, how many people will see me, things like that. As I am turning around I get that feeling of being watched again, and I don't mean that some woodland creature is watching me, no this is a sentient bieng. Just like before it is gone again, in a flash, with no trace that it was ever there! The hairs on the back of my neck are standing on end, this is really getting to me. I wonder if I should just go home and forget this whole thing, for the first time in long while I am trafraafraid. I haven't been this scared since I was 7 years old and nearly drowned. I admit it I'm really scared. I notice that I have begun to shake, my breathing is very erratic, my heart is racing. I reach into my coat and pull out one of my 9mm pistols, I refuse to be the hunted, I AM THE HUNTER! If I am here to kill then thats what I'll do, I refuse to give in to this fear, I must turn this fear into adrenalin. As I sit in my car I get my heart rate down to somewhat normal, I hear something hit my car, like a pebble. Now I know someone is there. I think that someone is messing with me, or trying to, I will NOT let them succeed. Just as I am about ready to get my car moving again, I feel the back end of the car sink and then bounce up, like when you jump on the bumper to test your shocks. I cannot pinpoint where this person is, and that is very unlike me, I have been trained to know the direction the person is coming from and approximatly how far away they are from me. Knowing these things keep you alive. This is really starting to make me mad. I see out of the corner of my eye a blur to my right, whatever that was it was fast, seriously fast! I am really starting to worry now, what the hell is going on? Nothing moves that fast. The hairs on the back of my neck are still standing on end, and my heart rate has gone up again. I need to control this fear. I decide that I must continue on back to the property, I look and notihat hat I am about seven minutes late. The short distance to the gate is thankfully uneventful. I have finally controled my breathing and heart rate. My mind is screaming at me to just keep going and to go home, but I cannot, my curiosity is piqued. When I reach the gates I wonder how I am going to get onto the property. As I sit here and ponder this, I realize that what I saw might have been a spirit, you see since I almost drown I have been able to see the spirits of people that have expired. I haven't seen one in ages though, not since I was ten years old, the ability seems to have faded as I grew older. This I can handle.

I don't know how long I have been thinking, but when I came out of my revelry, I noticed that the gates were wide open. This is my last chance to back out and return home, my mind says this but my body sometimes does things on its own, like now, I am driving through the gates, then I am through them and they are closing nd mnd me. As they close I could swear I hear a massive clunk of the gates shutting, kind of like the prison movies where the bar doors close ominiously behind the priosner. Even inside the gates I still cannot see the house, I am starting to wonder if there really is a house, I mean the person on the phone never said anything about a house, I just assummed that there was one. I look down at my odometer and see that I have drivin three quarters of a mile, after driving a short distance I can finally see the house. Wow thats a house! Actually more like mansion. It is very western, looks to be a european design, maybe late 1800's, Grey and gold plaster exterior, with large widows. there is a large portion of the house, a tower of sorts, that is four stories tall, with a very steep roof. In all my life I have never seen a house like this, besides in pictures I mean.

There is a large gravel drive that is in the shape of a circln frn front of what looks to be the front doors. There are four cars parked here, three of which I observed earlier through my scope. I reach down to pick up my pistol, its loaded, good. I carefully put the gun back in its holster, I know I can draw it quickly enough if givin the reason I geI get out of my car and lock the doors, out of habit, but a good habit none the less. The front doors open as I approach them, there is an older man there, must be a servent. I enter the house and take off my shoes, noting that there were other shoes by the front door. The butler, I assume, asks to take my coat. I tell him "no thats alright, I think I'll keep it with me, thank you anyway." He shows me through the house, It is magnificent inside, all dark wood wallsterstern in design, as well as what I could only guess to be maybe victorian furniture in the foyer, with gorgeous carpets. I was led into what looked to be a sitting room, there were four other people there, I would assume that these were the owners of the other cars.

These four all looked to be roughly my age, with various hair colors. The first I noticed as I sat down, is a young man with poorly dyed pink hair, and far to much makeup on, a VERY bad parody of a visual band. The second was not much better, only this one had neon green hair (better dye job thankfully) with slightly less makeup on. The third and forth were better, but rather plain in apperance. I noticed that the third person was the one from the first car I saw. It was getting quite dark out now. the lights had come on and they appeared to be gas lamps and an overhead chandaller. The butler came in and stated that the master of the house would be with us shortly and asked if we would like anything to drink. I decline the offer graciously, the others do not, they accept the offer. I sit there and think to myself, listining to the others talk about various subjects. It seems that the one topic that they always came back to was music, particularly singing. Greeny (as I have dubbed him) asks me if I think I am a good vocalist, I quietly shrug my shoulders, wondering how they knew I sing, as well as play a variety of other instruments.

Then it hit me, what if this was anitioition for a vocalist. But what band had this kind of money? Maybe a national act, but I could not think of any band that had lost a vocalist recently. I admit that I had not been following the music scene lately, I have been far to busy doing my jobs as well as singing for my own ex-band. I still cannot believe that we broke up so suddenly. It was very strange, we were together one day, then BAM out of nowhere nothing, I think that it was partially my fault, OK maybe all my fault, since I was to busy working at the "casino". I really do deal cards though, blackjack, thats my game. I was barely listing to the others at this point, so I was startled when one of them came over and sat next to me, and started talking to me. I realised that he was talking about my former band, he had seen us play a short while ago in a small club. I said yes that was a good performance, and I thanked him for coming to the show that he had attended. He asked me what I would sing today if it would be something original or if it would be something by another band. Ah this was an audition, I must have visibly relaxed because he asked me if I was nervous. I told him that yes I was nervous, and that I didn't know what I was going to sing yet that I guessed I would just sing what came out of my heart. I then asked him if he knew if the band was playing today or if we had to supply our own material. "I don't know" he responded. Just when we were really starting to actually get into our coversation, the butler came in and stated that the master of the house will see us now.

well this chapter is much longer than the first. I really have to appologize for the short first chr. Hr. Hope you all like this.
I seem to have attracted a muse his name he says is Drake and he's a real slave driver.
Well gotta go kon ban wa minna-san
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