A Dangerous Road- A Vampires Fight Part One (Revamed)
A Dangerous Road- A Vampires Fight Part One
(Revamed)
#Present
It had been years since I really sat down and
really thought back to the time of my being born. My time going to the
therapist said it’d only help my fear of moving forward and my nightmares would
cease. I was done running and done hiding from anyone and anything that came my
way but the nightmares still never stopped. I would toss and turn at night and
it wasn’t fair to anyone to put up with my state of mind so I lacked in finding
the one for me. There had been many fucks, but really what was a fuck when it
meant nothing.
I was staring out my large glass stained
window 300 stories above the ground. The largest in the city as I looked across
central park and smiled watching all the happy humans not a care or thought in
the world of any evil being. They had it lucky. Laughing to myself as I brought
my one hand crossing my chest holding my elbow to the other as my hand was
brought to my plump reddish brims whispering “If they only knew” I shook my
head as I turned from the window.
The sun was coming in from the East shining
through the clouds slightly an early morning as the dew was hitting the trees
and moms were already on their run as kids played in the park. People were
already starting their work day while I was pulling an all-nighter working on
keeping this city of lights safe. Birds were singing their songs as the morning
air came through my windows hitting my face as I sat down.
I thought to myself why not it wasn’t like I
was starting early I was already here all night. I pulled out from under my
desk an old bottle of scotch and a glass. I got up pushing my rolling black
tall chair away from my long old wood framed desk and stood up taking the glass
and bottle to my built in book shelf that stood from one end of my office to
the other. A counter sticking out from the middle; I set the glass down to my
right as I look through the next side of book shelf tapping my chin as I was
looking for an old book and I threw my hand up in eureka finding it “A tale of
two cities,” my favorite book I moved it out backwards not taking it out as it
wouldn’t fully because it was built in to the shelf and with a mechanical click
the book shelf then with a switch moved slightly and forward revealing a secret
room.
I pulled open the doorway to my getaway from
everything. From the sounds, from the words, from everyone and anything I just
needed my own private sanctuary; a getaway from even myself . In this room it
was full of everything anyone could ever need to escape from even themselves if
they needed to. My own private bar, a small bed to lay down when I needed to
close my eyes since I didn’t sleep much anyway, a couch to relax and try not to
think with a coffee table a few lamps it was a dark room as dark as possible. I
loved the dark it soothed me sometimes. Especially with these night mares that
pleaded with me the dark somehow beckoned me to return, but I couldn’t not this
time.
I walked in and turned a coder on the wall as
I put in my code and the shelf moved back into place as it came back to looking
like a book shelf in my office. If enemies came this room also played as my
security station; I had a door connected to a safe room and another connected
to my security office where all cameras were watching every room of every
square foot of my office if someone entered. Only two people knew my code and
they were never going to tell being that they were compelled not to even under
torture even compelled under the strongest compulsion I was an elder in my
standings and only an original themselves could undo it.
I walked over to my bar and leaned over my leg
popped out as I reached getting my ice fork and grabbed a few cubes placing it
in the glass. I poured the scotch as I gulped the first glass and closed my
eyes as the taste smoothly went down my throat the old sensation of the taste
hit my taste buds like a fire of sweet pleasure. A smirk emerged from my lips
as I poured another glass. A small voice in my head said to take it easy but I
needed to just let all my feelings out tonight.
#FlashBack-
June 1492-
I was 21. Stuck in time. Frozen. When I
returned to my village after being banished nothing was the same. People seemed
on edge. I was a vampire. I was on edge myself. #Marco had kept me locked away
for centuries when I came to him. He made me see the light and not the darkness
of how vampires should be. He didn’t want me to be like his evil brother
#Dario. He saw something in me, but also saw a gene in me he didn’t want his
brother to know of to make me one of his minions. So he made sure I was to be
like him and know the right and wrong of the world. He didn’t know how a girl like
me would want to be like a monster like him. It wasn’t until I told him of my
story he knew exactly what and why I wanted to be as I was.
December 25 1471
It was a cold December Morning December 25,
1970; it was overcast, my favorite kind of weather. Something about the cold
has always beckoned me yearning for it like it was the very thing that kept me
alive inside. It always made me feel like all my emotions were out of control
yet serene; like everything was meant to happen even if I tried to intervene.
Everything would somehow come into place and even at the worst of times I would
be okay in the end.
The cool breeze and the low dark clouds that
whispered things only I could understand always gave me this light inside.
Tree’s moved to the songs of the winds making their presence known. The waters
that were once calm seemed to ripple and play to the tunes aside the trees and
the winds. Everything played its part. With each dark cloud, with each drop of
dew it was like heaven was opening up to me and wanting me to see it all in
different eyes.
I couldn’t put my finger on it, it was like
everything was not okay, but yet it was perfect. It was hard to explain;
whenever I was asked I would laugh about it because the cold gave me comfort
that my own family couldn’t give. It always gave me the feeling that everything
was going to be okay that nothing or no one could ever hurt me. I can’t explain
what gave me those urges when I felt the cold but it just made my life not feel
so small like I ruled the world in one aspect or another. All I wanted to do
was go out and scream at the top of my lungs just because I could and smile.
It was no wonder out of all the days to be
born, I wanted out that day. I dreamed of the day I’d be able to finally feel
and see the cold with my own eyes and what my life would bring, but I never
imagined it’d turn out the way it would in the end.
I had my mother’s temper and my father’s,
whoever he was, strengths and weaknesses all in one. Their characteristic’s all
within me was just the right amount of juices flowing to make me want out of
wherever I was and become who ever I would be. I couldn’t take being held
somewhere and not being able to do anything. I didn’t understand where I was so
it made me want out even more. I could feel my heart racing my brain racking up
inside. I wanted the cold air hitting my face to bring me a feeling that I
belonged. If not with my family, I belonged somewhere and I longed to be happy.
So I knew I needed to feel it, I needed out now. So after much deliberation I
decided today was the day today I wanted out of here; out of this chamber of
god knows what…. and so…I pushed out.
My mother was sleeping and woke up suddenly in
a sweat she knew the feeling wasn’t right. She slipped up out of bed sitting
against the bed panel and grabbed her stomach feeling me trying to push out of
her as her water broke and seeped through the sheets. She wasn’t quite ready to
let go of being pampered so she tried breathing slow and whispered to me to try
to get me to go back to sleep and not yet come out of her but I just couldn’t
take it I needed out, even in her I knew everything she was doing was wrong.
Even I couldn’t understand how I knew but deep down I couldn’t take it anymore,
deep down I had to let go and get out, if it was the last thing I could do. I
was quite smart and I myself didn’t know why it scared me a bit. Every time she
did something bad or evil I could feel it and the way it made me feel was hurt
upset and out of control all these emotions made me sick even within her.
What she, in herself, was doing to not only me
or her, but to these men around her was wrong and I couldn’t take it. I didn’t
know if they too were either good or bad but I had that gut feeling even if
they too did wrong I’d stop it one way or another. I didn’t care how or when
but someday it’d all be gone and stopped and I would get away from her some
way, some how.
I knew it was the right time because she was
dreaming of both men and dreaming of taking them for all they were worth, one
for their money and the other for his pride and soul. I needed out I was
frightened just as much as either of them would have been. I was ready to grow
up and leave this place because I knew if I stayed id be a goner especially
with her. Now mind you I’m a baby in a womb how could I feel all these emotions
already how could I even imagine what lie would be like, I had to know I had to
find out for myself.
My mother and her lover were just getting out
of bed. She flipped her legs over the bed as he barely opened his eyes. He
never once worried about her being as frail or in this state as she was, he
couldn’t put his heart out there for her to drag out the heartbreak again so he
didn’t concern himself with her mess even when it looked as though she really needed
his help. He just let her do her own thing as he went in and out with his life.
He knew from the start she couldn’t clean her act up but then everything
changed when she got pregnant with me and his feelings towards the child had
grown, but that didn’t change the way he treated her or felt for her as a
person. She was nothing to him or he thought. He couldn’t bring himself to feel
anything towards her but he just knew he had to be a better father than his
own.
She felt sick to her stomach like every other
morning carrying me, but this morning wasn’t like any other. She woke in a
sweat and knew it was time for me to be born because of the water breaking all
over her telling Dustin she needed to go to the hospital. Her lover, my
supposed father, Dustin wasn’t ready for any of this. He had his whole life
ahead of him to even think about being a father. His own father didn’t care
about him he didn’t know how he could care about the baby his whore was having,
but he somewhere in his heart brought himself to the realization of what was in
front of him and ten again all he could think about was that he had a good job,
a fiance and he didn’t need this. He wasn’t ready to tell his fiance he was a
father, especially to an ex that he had promised he was going to have nothing
to do with.
When my mom first met Dustin they were teens
and grew up together. They were so much full of life and had a love for each
other that you’d only wish to have like in the movies. As they grew older they
became aware of this love and gave in to it. They had it all and were on top of
the world, but my mom thought she was basically the shit, thinking she could
have anyone and do anyone and basically get away with it. She made the mistake
of cheating and her world came crashing down when it was his own best friend in
which he had told Dustin everything; after that he could never trust her again.
I think that’s where I get my trust issues with this chaotic family. There was
never a care or trust that could make up for the past mistakes.
Throughout their relationship after that they
would fight constantly and he finally couldn’t take it anymore so he dumped her
and found someone new someone who had it all and made him feel on top of the
world himself; but something always drew him to come back to my mother by the
end of the day cheating on his fiance with her. Which I think is a bit ironic
since he did dump my mom for what he’s doing to the new woman. A yearning like
no other bonded them together, but the happiness they once felt for each other
was no longer there. The irony behind the whole situation never made any sense
as I grew up, and I think that’s part of where I got my attitude from.
He barely had time for my mother and when he
did all they would do is fuck and he’d have to leave by morning to be home to
his fiance; Yea what a winner there mom. But she didn’t care she wanted his
love in any way shape or form. She had loved this man since she was a mere
child. When they split he had found his heart belonged to another and my mom
thought all was lost. She was very pretty and my mom was always jealous that
she couldn’t have him and wanted to call him her own texting and calling him
all the time when he left her.
When he wouldn’t budge in the beginning she
knew she couldn’t win his love back in a sense of him being hers and hers alone
so she too moved on playing the part during the day of having someone else and
by night he was hers just for a good fuck. Even if she too was taken she still
loved him, but alas all she had was a couple nights here and there with him and
he’d continue to go back to his fiance. My mom didn’t care as long as she had
apart in his life or anyone’s for that matter; all she wanted was to feel love
and a belonging somehow even if she was known as the town slut. She knew she
has to have an edge on him so getting pregnant and not knowing who the father
was; was her perfect move she thought she ever made.
Men didn’t care what her status in town was
because she was rather pretty, long black hair eyes that could make the strongest
of men buckle to their knees and wasn’t that bad in bed. I got most of my looks
from my mom I was sure of it, but my attitude and smarts I was sure I got from
whoever my father was. She had a way with men and a way with herself. She never
once looked like she was sluggish; she always made herself be very sexy with or
without having money to do so. She knew the right angles to play and knew the
right moves to bring to the table. At least she was good for a few things,
growing up that is.
They would come in and out of her life these
men; they thought she was theirs and theirs alone but they had it all wrong her
heart was never in it and she always left before they wanted to settle. That’s
until she met Richard something about him she thought was different so she
settled trying to leave that life of being Dustin’s and move on with Richard
but something about Dustin my mom couldn’t let go. Her heart couldn’t bare to
think of letting Dustin go. Even though hear head said Richard was the right
choice. They would still fight constantly and when he learned she bore child he
tried to make things work even though she couldn’t bare to let either him or
Richard go.
Richard was tall pale skinned and had a
resemblance to a Hollywood star with curly blonde hair and blue eyes; I don’t
know why my mom ever wanted to cheat on him and go back to Dustin. Dustin too
wasn’t half bad brood shoulders black hair tall as well and pale skinned with
muscles that mom gushed over constantly and a smile that would light up even
the gloomiest of rooms. She would plead with him constantly to leave the woman
for her as she would leave Richard for him and constantly he would say he would
but never did when it came down to it. They were on again off again lovers.
Around the time I was conceived she held on to both men, and deep down she
wanted it to be Dustin’s but knew it could be Richards too. She told both men I
was theirs, and that’s how she reeled them in to stay. They knew of each other
and what past she had with either of them but never knew behind the scenes she
was seeing them both.
Now the thing about Richard, Dustin and my mom
is they weren’t normal. Not even an ounce of normal could be found in any of
them. You see and I know this may come off as a shock as it did me when I was
older, but Dustin was a Vampire. Yup I said it a Vampire. Richard was one of
old lineage born way before any human was even before Dustin. He too was Vampire
but only half he was also Half Werewolf one of the makers of our kind, and my
mom well she came from an old family who were werewolves. All in all a world
full of a whole lot of things that are mixed with one thing or another and just
a whole heap of trouble if you ask me. She loved both men; they in their own
ways had good qualities about them that my mom could bare to dump one for the
other even if she made promises to Dustin that she would leave Richard. When it
came down to it her heart was torn. Both had their lives ahead of them while my
mom’s life stood still. She couldn’t choose one path or another not even her
own. She hated the thought of losing either of them. With me being born in this
world she knew she had a chance with either of them; but hated the fact she had
to bare child to do it. The thought of being a mother of her own killed her,
she never wanted children in fact she always treated anyone’s kids cruelly but
knew I was her meal ticket to a successful love life. Not caring how or what I’d
turn out. She had to have her way even if she could lock me away while she had
her fun with her men. I hated my childhood and my life with her.
As soon as I was conceived things started
looking up for my mother she knew if she had an abortion she wouldn’t be happy
and either men could give up on her and just walk away so she kept me because
when she told both men things changed. Dustin would be over more and Richard
would buy her any and everything. Richard was quite wealthy another reason my
mom didn’t break up with him. But all in all she knew things would look up
until either of them found out about each other and she couldn’t have that. She
swore on my life and hers that she would teach me to keep my mouth shut or
punishment would be at bay. She had to keep on this wheel of lies and rage
until the very end.
On that morning of December 25 she was rushed
to the hospital in ambulance. Richard was called at his work and he was on his
way quicker than you could say my name. Dustin only called the ambulance and
left to his fiance telling my mom Rachelle that he would be by in the evening
to see her. Richard was never over in the evenings anyways because of his job
he was more or less a day man with my mom. She would joke saying day man is
coming or night man is coming to me. I never got it until now and now I realize
what she meant. I was born at 1:04 am December 25 1471.My name given at that
time was Aurora Augustine. From that moment nothing was the same.
December 25, 1452 Christmas Day in a small
Provence in Romania. It was supposed to be the joyous of times for my family to
have a baby being born but instead I was just a meal ticket being born. I was
the oldest in my family. As the oldest I had responsibilities to the family not
only to take on a family of my own but to carry on the witch qualities we
possessed.
Everyone saw The Augustine’s as the people to
look to but what they didn’t see behind closed doors was a husband that drank
from knowing his own cheated and beat his children for their “ungodly” ways in
his eyes and a wife that let it always happen and who bought the booze and just
kept popping out children for him to beat so she could be the rich high class
woman she was and be taken care of. She didn’t care as long as she was taken
care of and the head woman of the house. As long as she wasn’t the one beat she
didn’t have a care in the world and as long as her family was looked at on the
outside as the best, she just looked the other way.
I came back here after being banished to get
my words out against my family. I wanted to get my baby brother out of there,
she had many kids but he. He was defenseless not born of what I was. He took it
hard. Theodore was born ten years after I June 17, 1462. I was so happy at the
time for a brother. I wasn’t alone anymore and maybe having a brother with me
maybe times would be better but I was dead wrong, having sisters didn’t matter
they were perfect to him but me I was the oldest I had to be the best of the
best I just thought maybe with a brother it’d make things even better for us
all. I was barely ten but the rules were always told in my head over and over
instilled in my head. “You are to marry who I say when I say” He would grab my
arm and pull me left and right just for playing with little boys on the school
grounds in the church or in the woods, I was 10 I didn’t know what marriage was
nor did I even think about sex at that age or babies for myself but all my
father thought about was the money he could get from the family he would sell
me off to.
My baby brother had it harder. When he was
growing up, he was finding who he was as a person. When he confessed that he
loved the same gender as well, our father was bewildered and became furious, a
godly man couldn’t take this news from his confession, but as a godly man he
thought he could be saved being that Theo was his only son. Occasionally, he
would take him into a private room to beat him terribly so that he could
eventually change his mind. The screams echoed through the home. I tried to
help and even got beat myself.
Our father didn’t care he was as strict as
strict could get. At 21 the age I was to be wed, my baby sister was born.
Elizabeth was born June 5, 1473. My father looked at me and as cold as he could
be“maybe she will make us proud,” I couldn’t believe his words. I flew out of
the room like the wind as far as it could take me to the nearest pub. I
couldn’t take it anymore I was 21 now.
My powers full force coming of age the fire in
me burning wanting to break free of my father’s grip. He may have beaten me all
throughout my years and chastised me and did everything possible to try and
break my spirit and become like my poor mother and become a slave to a man but
that never broke me instead it only made my hatred for my family higher and
greater to get away and seek out a higher power a better life and to come back
and break my siblings free. There wasn’t just Theo and now Baby Elizabeth there
was Kasandra who was two years from me and Karianne who was 2 years from Theo
As well as Korrine and Genève the twins But those girls never got beat they
were always too perfect to my father. It was always me and my brother who were
the odd balls out.
I was at the pub drinking a bit as a man
approached. “How you doing sweetheart?” I rolled my blueish hues as I was not
in the mood nor interested. He was clearly drunk and I just wanted to drink my
drink and go back to the hell I had came from and just sleep the night away but
clearly tonight of all nights was not going to let that happen. This man was
drunk as a skunk and you could smell his reeking breathe from a mile away. I
knew he wasn’t going to take no for an answer so I drank my drink fast not
thinking about how fast it would affect my human self and paid a few shillings
and nodding to him not saying a word leaving stumbling a bit already as I left
the pub.
I grabbed my head a bit as I stumbled in the
snow. My garments a nice dress as I always wore my best as my mother and father
never wanted anything less. I almost slipped when I felt a firm grip grab my small
frame from falling in the snow and push me in the ally “Now a lady shouldn’t be
walking alone on a night like this.” I opened my crossing eyes as I saw the
drunk man’s hands trying to open my dress as his lips were already on my neck.
I screamed no and all I heard was a gasp. Looking to the side of the ally I saw
my twin sisters walking home from church covering their mouths. “oooo she’s
gonna get it when father finds out” “it’s not what it looks like “ They ran off
before I could even say anything and then man wouldn’t stop as he finally
opened my front dress ripping it as my under garments showed and he chuckled
“my my have you grown.” I wasn’t going to stand by and let him take advantage
as I knead him in the groan and with one swift kick I saw him hit the ground
crying like a little boy. Looking down I went over him covering my front self
with my arm “That should teach you not to take advantage of a woman.” I spit
down at the man as I looked up looking around for my sisters. “shit”
I ran with all my might praying my sisters
didn’t tell my father. My hair was a mess my clothes ripped at the seams. I
fell a few times in the snow my body badly bruised. I reeked of boozed myself.
I finally got to our cottage my baby brother only 10 at the time Theo a bloody
nose already stood at the door to try and warn me to not go in. “sister sister
don’t go in her will kill you.” I kissed Theo’s head as I bent down taking the
bloody wash cloth from his face and said a small smell waving my hand over his
face fixing his bruises “Brother I promise you I will protect you if it’s the
last thing I do. I swear I will get you and our new sister out of here with
even my last dying breathe” I meant that I stood and held his chin as I stood.
“I swear with my life my love” he smiled to me as we heard our father scream
out my name stumbling into the kitchen as his eyes met mine. I pushed Theo
behind me. “Run” I whispered all I heard was his footsteps running in the snow
to the barn.
My father pushed me down to the floor “No
child of mine will whore themselves around and live in myself and live and get
away with it you hear me.” He screamed as he threw down a bottle and it broke
against a counter as he held the other end in his hand toward me. My sisters
laughed and giggled in the back ground. “I had a man lined up for you I had
plans I…” his words ceased as my eyes glowed a vibrant blue as I started a
string spell making him stop . I was on the floor my bod spread out my legs on
the floor as my elbows were helping me prop up my hair in my face as I was
getting up “No father you had money in mind. I am done! You hear me! Done you
don’t own me and you will not kill me or hurt me any more you understand. You
didn’t know I have been growing more and more stronger than all of you combined
and I wouldn’t test me understand.” I stood as my father tried grabbing his
neck as his breathe almost ceased my sisters went to the floor tears in their
eyes as I stood smirking my mom flew in the room going to the floor scared and
crying pleading with me “Please Aurora please don’t do this we will stop. Just
lease don’t come back” A sly smirk came across my brims
“Your husband just called me a prostitute even
tried selling me as one you never stood up for us kids, you treated these girls
like queens and your son is scared to death of you what is this family but
lies? I am taking Theo and our new born baby sister Elizabeth and we are
leaving!” My mother stood “No you are not taking them if they leave they will
not get their powers,” I was stunned as I stood in place. My mother sighed
looking down at my white in the face scared stiff father “If you take them they
will not get their powers. Only being of age and with the family will they get
the powers.” I didn’t know whether to trust her or to take them I didn’t want
them to have the life I had but I couldn’t stay. “I will be back for them” She
nodded and I walked over my father and sisters and left.
-June 1492-
That was the last time I ever saw of Theo and
Elizabeth. It had been a few centuries since I had returned. Since then I had
learned of my sisters unfortunate mishap with The Mikaelson’s which lead me
back to my village. #Marco had this eerie sound in his voice when he told me to
come home right away after I was released and was on my own as a vampire. He
was my maker but I was allowed to go out on my own from time to time and see
the world. At the time of his calling I was away in Eastern Europe Learning more
of my Witch history from his mother and learning more and more of spells. She
took a fond of me and took me under her wing, as even one of her own. His
urgency was not like I had heard before.
He had let me know of Elizabeths’s unfortunate
growing up. I knew I had promised to go back for them but after coming out of
my hybrid state all I wanted was to get more powerful to take on my father to
get them back but days became months and months became years. Time wasn’t on my
side and I lost track of it as a Vampire Hybrid. As an immortal you really
don’t think of it. I learned After giving birth to a baby girl out of wedlock
when she was seventeen in 1490 and my godly father forced her to give the baby
up for adoption, she was disowned by my father for the shame she brought my
family just as I had once done. My heart sank as I learned of this. I could
have saved her. She was then exiled to England, where she quickly assimilated
into her new culture and met two nobleman brothers, #Dario and my maker #Marco.
This is where I questioned #Dario, he knew of my past and knew of my sister and
not once told me he found her. He was ashamed. He said he was in love with her.
At first, she was attracted to both of the two brothers. However, she later
learned that she was a Augustine doppelgänger and that Dario was planning on
using her as a sacrifice in order to break the curse that bound his werewolf
side that he never loved her. My blood line was connected to a curse. My blood
and in me was a special gene, and I was like him and that was why I was never
harmed, but that if even knew of me or I was connected to her he would change
me and make me sired to him. She sabotaged his plan by running away with the
moonstone, which bound the curse, and then tricked Rose a friend of hers into
feeding her her blood so she could turn herself into a vampire. Because
Elizabeth was no longer human, her blood no longer was a viable component of
the ritual to undo the curse. Dario was so infuriated with Elizabeth's
sabotage, that she was forced to live on the run for over 500 years as he
hunted her down.
I stepped into the village, a cloak running
over my body as black as soot as I stepped into the snow. The village seemed
too on edge. It was like I was going into something out of a dream. My undead
heart raced as I looked around their hearts were racing as if they had seen a
ghost or had been through hell and back themselves. A stranger walked up to me
putting their hand on my chest stopping me
“Hold it right there we don’t allow outsiders in
this village go back to where you came.” I looked up as I pulled back my hood
“I am not nor have I ever been a stranger.” My long beautiful blonde hair waved
down to past my shoulders as my pale white skin showed beautifully against the
snow and my blue eyes pierced the rays of the sun. The man stood back in a gasp
and knelt down giving his sincerest apologies as all the villagers came and
knelt having their hand to mine. I looked around as hundreds came and I
chuckled. “Wow wasn’t the welcoming I was expecting. But um thank you I think?”
the man stood “You don’t know do you?” I titled my head “Know what?” He put his
hands around my shoulder as I looked around and strangely at him and the
people. “What is going on just tell me.” He cleared his throat and took me to
my once home. The home was burned the smell of blood still lingered as I fell
to the ground and screamed out as tears fell “NO!!!! THEO ELIZABETH” I cried
out scrounging up my fists as I balled up snow on the ground and buried my face
as I looked up crying.
The man bent down “I am believe Elizabeth was
banished my love and from what people are saying Theo was seen going into the
woods, but I am so sorry your Mother father and other sisters are all dead.” He
held me as I laughed a bit as tears fell not for the others that died but the
happiness that Theo and Elizabeth survived. I couldn’t help but chuckle and the
man stood back puzzled and I stood up happy whipping my tears. “Well um I
should get going. Have a good day. “ He stayed on the ground as I skipped in a
manner of laughing and smiling as I went through the town smiling. My father
was dead my mother the sisters I hated all dead. But the two I mostly cared for
were alive. They were alive. I walked out as if nothing had happened and turned
flipping off the house and that was the last time I entered that village.
#Present
I picked up the glass and laid back drinking
it as tears fell. My father might have been the worse man ever but looking back
I should have been more caring and more loving enough to have done a spell to
at least care for the bodies or at least put them to rest.
I didn’t even go after Dario for what he had
done in fact I had thanked him. Taking the glass to my mouth I drank it gulping
it down as I closed my eyes as I tightly closed them. What happened in the next
few years would only haunt my dreams even more. How Elizabeth was with the
Salvatine brothers and how I met Drake . That was another story in itself.
These nightmares only made me think of myself as of the person I once was and
the person I wanted to be today.
I tried to be the best I could be for the
human race but was I really doing what was best? Was I doing what was best for
my firm? These questions played over and over. I placed the glass down on the
couches back table as I closed my eyes trying to think to myself if this was
all for the best or if it was just the beginning to my end.
These awful nights alone consumed me. I tried
to do my best though, I liked the vampire I was becoming even if I lost control
every now and again. It was my nature inside me to lose every depth of control.
#ToBeContinued
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