Lacrimosa 落泪之日

*一篇古早的英语课上的习作，没什么剧情。很不要脸地打个莫萨tag

*萨列里是只吸血鬼

*因为不想让老师看出我是莫扎特迷妹，遂把主角姓名做了一些改动。现在懒得改回去了（。

*Wolfgang Heine=Wolfang Mozart

*若有语法错误还请见谅

*感谢每个听完我逼逼叨叨还去看正文的小天使

1780, Prussia.

"Herr Hoffman, have you been aware of the increasing reports on vampire attacks in our country?"

"Herr Schulz, since when have you become a believer of the crazy news spread by Romania?"

The two gentlemen walked down the long, dark sideway.

They were reported missing the next day.

Three days later, their bodies were found in the woods 10 miles away, stripped and naked. One young policeman threw up as soon as he saw the two bloody bodies. The dead's eyes were wide open and filled with fear, helplessness and extreme pain. Two other policemen helped their frightened colleague rest under a tree. They looked around the misty forest. Crows were cawing desperately,trees stretched their branches to seek for a little sunlight. The forest was filled with lifelessness.

Back in downtown Berlin, all the Signor and Signora were not so sick of the news. They were heatedly discussing the newest sonatas composed by the best musician of all Europe—Wolfgang Heine. His music could always bring joyfulness,enjoyment and strike a responsive chord in the hearts of its listeners. "It isa magical remedy of a broken heart." Commented an unknown poet.

Wolfgang frowned as he saw the news. "I need to visit someone." he said to himself. He walked into a dark alley with an unpleasant smell of death and decay. "Come in." said a voice as soon as Wolfgang knocked the door, just like it was expecting him to come.

All the windows were covered by dark and heavy curtains. Candles lit upthe tiny room with blurry light. A piano took up most of the space. On the ground, music scores lied disorderly.

"Antonio, you have promised me not to kill again." 

A man sitting by the piano turned to Wolfgang. His face was pale, too pale that made him more like a ghost than a man. Killing was the deepest gap between the two friends and the most unwanted topic. He starred at Wolfgang the  way a hungry beast would stare at its prey. "I couldn't stop myself killing these two idiots." He said in a deep voice.

"You told me that you yearn for a life under sunlight. Sunlight doesn't allow sins, Antonio."

"It's none of your business, Herr Heine." Antonio interrupted, his eyesfilled with threat. Silence covered them. 

The two "friends" first met in a salon two years ago, and they were connected by music from then on. Wolfgang was an honest friend while Antonio failed to be one—he had mixed feeling of Wolfgang. They were both gifted musicians. However, he was a vampire, a creature which can only creep out under the cover of darkness. Wolfgang, a human, had the privilege to enjoy fame, love,and a life under sunlight—all the things he desired. He was too envious of Wolfgang that the feeling turned into hatred. However, he couldn't deny that Wolfgang was the first person we cared for him, who offered to be his friend even after knowing his true identity, who open the dark, heavy curtains to let sunlight enter his soul. Wolfgang was his sun. However, a man who gets used to darkness wouldcover his eyes when he is suddenly exposed to sunlight. Antonio's soul, which was isolated and captured in dark despair for more than two hundred years, ached when Wolfgang showed him light. This mixed emotion, gave birth to a killing intend.

He went to Wolfgang's concert the following day. The little breach in their relationship didn't hurt their admiration of each other's music. Wolfgang's fingers danced on the piano like angels playing in heaven. Beautiful music slipped into Antonio's ears smoothly like the touch of red velvet. Then it entered Antonio's soul-- a cold, dark soul full of hatred and hidden secrets. Composing seemed like a game to Wolfgang. Envy and hatred from nowhere manifested in Antonio’s heart. His sun turned into a dazzling fireball, the music became anarrogant intruder, Wolfgang’s face distorted into an aggressive smirk. Every cell in his body started roaring: "Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill this arrogant boy!"His beast-like nature, his ugly sins, his face under the mask dominated his mind. 

Following this, was one year of separation. Antonio was always bothered by a nightmare that he repeatedly dreamt of. In the dream, there were noises of horses, harsh breaths and weakening heartbeats. Everything was in the colour of blood, every face was blurry, every noise was mixed. Fear, frustration and ahint of expectation twisted in his brain. He killed in an even crueller method. He expected killing to be a way to get rid of these feeling and the unrealistic dream while it did exactly the opposite. 

One evening, the sound of wheels and galloping horses broke the long-time silence of Antonio's neighbourhood. Then there was a knock on the door.

"Letter for you, Herr."

Wolfgang was dying. The news exploded in his head. He didn't know whether he was happy or sad. "I'll go with you." he got into the carriage.

Wolfgang was lying on his bed, fighting for breath. This musician, so young and so talented, was near the last second of his life. "Antonio," he said, "Antonio, thank you for coming." He put a week smile on his face. Antonio approached Wolfgang's bed. He could feel the young life draining and hear the steady steps of death. The young musician sought for breath like a fish out of water. He said between the harsh breaths: "Sorry Antonio, I… have to… leave now… Please promise me… not to kill anymore…" The dream came true. Antonio wanted to listen, but the sounds of heartbeats and breaths were getting extremely loud, drawing his attention away. All the thoughts of killing this composer rushed to his mind like a flood and defeated the weak defend of his reason. The gap between each breath became longer, he smiled, he wanted to laugh,he wanted to sing. After all, he was a vampire, a filthy creature like a mouse in the sewer, an excuse for God of sins on the Earth. He lived on blood, he excited when killing, he applauded after the death took the soul of a dead man, he danced in sins, he chanted for ugliness. Each heartbeat was getting weaker,he wanted to scream out of excitement. No man would be a better composer than me! He wanted to celebrate. Pupils dilated and lost their focus. Wolfgang wasdead.

Wolfgang was dead… His sun lost its light…His well of energy, of happiness, of beauty, was drained.

Shadow has to live under the light, ugliness has the heart to yearn for beauty, sins eager to be washed. Antonio desired a life under sunlight, but even his sun was gone. His head ached as it was going to explode. He forced himself to sleep, but every time he tried to close his eyes, he saw Wolfgang's face.

As soon as the sun rose, Antonio rushed out of his house. He knelt inthe melting snow and reached out his hands for sunlight and kissed it. Great pain ripped through him, but he felt liberated. He vanished into small pieces and melted with the white snow. 

 *最后感谢每个看完的小天使（如果有的话。）