The stench of the crimson liquid poured out into the sky, painting everything red. The cries of anguish filled the air. To some it was a great loss and to others, a victory that could never be surpassed. I was seated on the veranda’s railing, adoring the spectacular bloodshed and carnage as the humans, foolish and moronic, did their best to fend of my army, the vampyres.
The Adroiter at lead and I beside my lover, we watched silently as William fought with all his strength and power to keep our line going. He was different from everyone else. He didn’t have wings, his forehead went into a strange feature as he morphed and his demon looked almost human, and yet…
…he was stronger than most vampyres who existed.
Vladislaus; yes, such past we had together. I couldn’t resist. His charm was impeccable and I could not withstand it.
My body betrayed me as his hand lightly touched my neck. I tilted it to one side, giving him complete access.
He complied as his teeth lengthened and his fangs sharpened and his tongue slithered its way to my neck, tracing my jaw carefully, sending cold shivers through my veins as my knees grew weak and my spine gave into leaning on his chest.
He paused abruptly, making me want him more than I already did, “Marvelous, isn’t it?”
My voice was husky as I spoke through ragged breathing, “Yes…it is…Vladislaus.”
His smile showed his fang once more as he slowly, gently sunk into my skin.
I flinched a little before I passed out into a blissful sleep.
I awoke. My mind was clouded with images and sceneries that I couldn’t understand. I didn’t know where they came from and I was alone, covered in blood, on the rough ground.
I couldn’t remember what happened before then.
I stood up slowly and saw the battle ground. My heart sped up as I watched the last vampyre devour the last human.
Funny how I cared not at all for the human race; after all, I was only half of what I am and even whole vampyres were once part of the day-walkers.
He let the body drop; completely drained, seeing as to how blood never pooled around it. Then he went over and took my hand.
“We better get you back. You’re a mess. The Master will have my head on a silver platter the second he sees you looking like this.” His voice was low and topped off by an accent so familiar, I couldn’t even begin to comprehend.
I nodded slightly and then allowed him to lead the way.
There was no hesitation at all and for a while, it scared me.
For a while…
But then a different emotion took place as his thumb created small circling moves on the back of my hand. The gentleness of his caress was far too great.
A scream echoed inside my head then vanished as quickly as it appeared.
“What was that?” I asked.
“What was what?”
“That sound...”
His eyes glued to my unfocused ones as I kept pondering on the thought, “I didn’t hear anything.”
“It was…someone screamed. A woman.”
“I heard nothing.”
“I heard it…in my head…the woman…she…sounded so scared.”
His brows furrowed as he studied me closely. I took no amount of fear in it, “Well, whatever it was, it’s gone now. You can stop thinking about it, Mika. You know how eerie this town can get.”
“Yes. You’re right.”
“That was a quite a fall you did back there. What happened to you?”
“Fall? I…don’t remember.”
“You don’t remember…?”
“What’s your name?”
There was a long silence between us before he spoke again, “Did he do anything to you?”
“What’s your name?” I repeated.
His sigh was long and heavy. It was unneeded but it was done, “William. Now tell me every single thing you remember before you woke up.”
“Vladislaus.”
“What about him?”
“We were…watching at a distance and…he…pricked me…”
“Pricked you.”
“Yes…right here.” I showed him my neck and the scar that laid on it.
“Bloody hell…” he paused, eyeing the scar, “What else do you remember?”
“Nothing.”
“So, you don’t remember how you fell off the veranda?”
“No. I don’t…”
“Best left anyways.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you don’t have to know. It would be better if you don’t.” He answered.
Again, I nodded. But then my vision went black.
Currently feeling: damned
