Post by Zombz on Sept 24, 2008 10:52:33 GMT -5
Blood Tears
Don’t worry, it’s only your body dying.
By: Amber White
Chapter One
There is nothing more real than misery and death. We’ve all experienced the pain it brings us. But nothing you have felt could compare to my story, the story of a vampire girl, thousands of years old.
I’ve seen it all. Great floods that threatened to wipe out the earth. The birth of Christ, and his death. Sorry to all you religious people out there, but he was not resurrected. At least, not in his human form that you all know. I have seen angels fall from heaven, and a ten-year old boy rule over an entire country. I have seen kings and queens wage war for decades in the name of a god who couldn’t care less. Technology has changed right before my eyes. Going from simple tools of stone and wood, fastened with weeds, and thick tablets used to keep track of inventory, changing into small computers that you can fit in your back pocket and will hold your whole life on a small piece of metal and crystal. Screens of glass and metal in various sizes that transmit images of both peace and violence across the globe. I have seen the stock market crash, and I lived through the Great Depression. I have seen great hunks of metal be rocketed into space with its precious human cargo. I managed to get through high school over a hundred times. I have seen the world, and I know its people. I have seen love, birth, and death. I have seen many deaths, too many.
Now I suppose we should start at the beginning, before I became a vampire. My earliest memories where of living in a hut made of straw and mud. Beautiful sunlight falling through the openings of what where our windows. Our cooking fire was in the center of our hut, with an arrangement of sticks above it, to keep our meat out the flames. My bed was a pile of animal furs, as where my parent’s simple clothes.
I loved my mother very much, her voice sounded like a tinkling bell. A trait, I am told, I have inherited. I look like her now, tall and slender, with long brown hair flowing freely down my back with a single white-blond streak above my right temple. But my mother would always outshine me in my mind because she was always so caring and loving, she would never harm a soul. She put up with so much, and yet she was still the kindest person I have ever met.
My father treated my mother like a slave, a piece of property. Merely someone to prepare his meals and to rape whenever he desired. As a matter of fact, the only good thing he ever did was hunt, and supply meat for our small family. I never knew my grandparents, so I never found out why they gave their beautiful daughter to a heartless demon like my father. Or why his parents didn’t drown him in the river the moment he was born, as rotten as he was.
No, the only family I had where my mother and my father, if he could be called as much. He only looked at me when he wanted to hit me, and he only spoke to me to yell at me and order me to do some outlandish thing that he, as the man of the house, should have done himself.
When I was five my mother began to teach me of the Great Goddess, who always watched over us, and gave us wheat, and fruits and vegetables, of the God who watched over the men, and who gave us animals to eat, and to keep us warm with their fur. She taught me the rituals to honor the God and Goddess. We never sacrificed a living thing, in case you where wondering.
“Never take the life of a creature. Man or Animal, unless the Great God tells you to.” That is what she told me as we walked to my first ritual, Yule, which honors the birth of the Great God. “Sacrifice is evil, the decision of taking any life is not up to you. The God and Goddess do not want their precious creations being abused in such a way. They want us all to live long, happy lives here on earth, then join them in Summerland when it is our time so we may be reborn on this earth to do more good for our fellow creatures.”
But when you are damned to walk this earth for all eternity like me, no one really cares what you do. Though it would seem I still have a conscience. I only take the lives of sinners who refuse to repent, because life is a terrible thing to waste.
By the time I was sixteen, my father had left us for another woman, one who was younger, and had more land. She was also not very bright, and did whatever she was told to do; believing it was her purpose in life to serve her new husband. It had been several months since he left when I finally saw my demon, my vampire.
I was in the field by my home, gathering grain for dinner when he appeared out of nowhere. His tall, lean frame was like nothing I’d ever seen before. Standing there by the door of my home, staring at me with an odd look in his cold, dark eyes. At the time, I didn’t it know what to make of him. I just walked back to the house, my arms full of grains, not even realizing that I was moving. When I finally approached him, I stuttered out the only thing I could think of.
“Would you like to come in?” his beauty was more stunning than I had first noticed. His skin was like white stone, so hard and perfect. His long black hair curled slightly around his shoulders, and blew around in a non-existent wind. His smile, oh God his smile, a single twitch of the lips would send me to heaven and back again.
“Certainly, my dearest” he said. Tripping over my own feet, I led him inside. My mother and I slept in the same bed now, to save room ‘for your future children’ as she put it. But I knew it was because she missed having someone to hold at night. Our cooking fire was blazing in the slowly fading sunlight, casting a red-orange glow over the walls.
“Mother, we have a guest!” I whispered, not capable of using my full voice around this new, beautiful stranger. She looked up from where she was sitting, preparing meat for our dinner. Turning to him, I managed to say, “ I’m sorry, I would introduce you, but I do not know your name.”
Smirking, he replied “ My name is Clint. I already know your name Hecata,” turning to my mother he continued “ and yours Diana. Please, I don’t want to intrude too long, I’ll just stay for a quick meal and then I’ll leave.” Little did I know what kind of meal he was talking about. My mother just nodded and returned to her work, with a strange glint in her eyes, something I had never seen before, seeming to understand something I did not. I set the grain down by her side and turned to Clint. He was staring at me with an almost fierce look in his eyes I had thought to be love, but I now know was pure hunger and blood lust. Clint and I stared at each other for several minutes, not saying a single word, my heart beating rapidly.
“Mother, why on earth did you set out only one plate?” I asked, astonished when I finally noticed what she was doing. She didn’t answer me; she only stared at Clint. Turning from me to look at her, he nodded once, and looked back at me.
“I’m sorry Hecata, but Diana will be leaving you now. For good.” He said, turning once more to my mother, who stood up and, without looking at me, walked out the door. Clint followed her out, and moments later I heard a soft cry of pain. Running to catch up, still clueless as to what was going on, I saw my worst nightmare.
He was standing in front of her, holding her close to his body, her arms squeezed tight to him. His head was tilted to one side, and he was biting down on her neck, blood trickling down to her shoulders, into her hair and the animal fur that covered her chest.
I took a step forward, but they didn’t notice. Neither one of them moved. “MOTHER! CLINT! WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE GREAT GODDESS DIANISESS ARE YOU DOING?” I screamed. Clint let go of my mother, and she fell to the ground, lifeless. When he looked at me, he smiled again, and I noticed at last that he had long fangs, dripping with blood.
We didn’t have a proper name for his kind back then, only a general label we used according to how they act. My first thought was to call him a demon, and curse him for what he did to what was left of my family, but he beat me to it, seeming to read my mind.
“You could call me a demon, and you would be right. But would a demon give you the chance to say no to the gift I am about to give you?” I didn’t answer; he never gave me that chance. He was on top of me before I could even take my next breath, holding me in his strong, stone-like arms. I felt a sharp pain as he bit down, his fangs sinking into my neck. I could feel my blood drain, I knew my life was about to end, but I couldn’t do anything to help myself. Suddenly he drew back, and bit into his own wrist.
With blood pouring from the wound, he pressed it firmly against my mouth and ordered “Drink!” Without any hesitation I clamped my jaws around his hard wrist, and drank deeply, a primal urge driving me to do things I would never have dreamed of doing any other time. His blood was sweet, and while I drank, I could see the things he had done in his life. Without knowing how, I knew that there where villages near by, that my father was dead, and that there was indeed a God and Goddess, the two most beautiful beings I had ever seen.
But soon it was over, and Clint was wrenching his arm away from me, his wrist healing before my eyes. I fell to the ground in agonizing pain; my whole body seemed to be on fire.
“Don’t worry, it’s only your body dying. It will soon be over, and you will be like me, a God among mortals.” He laughed, starring down at me.
“I’ll never be like you, you’re a monster!” I exclaimed between gasps. I could hardly breath anymore, and it was only getting worse. I closed my eyes, trying to shut out Clint’s maniac grin. Then there was nothing. No pain, no laughter. Nothing but an empty feeling growing inside of me, and then feeling slowly began to come back, an intense and frightening sensation.
Chapter 2
I stayed on the ground for a long time, trying to get a grip on my surroundings without opening my eyes, afraid of what I might see. I could feel the ground beneath me, each blade of grass against my skin. The dying sun beat down on me with an intensity I had never felt before. The smells of wheat and cooked meat filled my nostrils, a sweet yet sickening smell. I could hear birds singing, each note agonizing to my newfound vampire since of hearing.
Slowly, I opened my eyes. Clint was gone; my mother’s body lay feet from me, her lifeless eyes starring at me. I began to cry. Her life was over, I was a thing to be hunted down and killed. ‘And yet,’ I wondered to myself after what seemed like hours, ‘what if I could use my power for good? What if I hunted down and killed every last soul on this earth that harmed others for fun? Would I not then be an angel of mercy, helping those that have been harmed?’
Sitting up, I formed a plan in my head, first I would bury my mother, a proper Celtic burial. And then I would find, and destroy Clint for what he had done. I knew he killed many before, and that he created other vampires who carried on his work in other areas, killing innocent people. I knew all this from the blood he gave me, a weapon he didn’t think I would use against him. But I would. The drive to follow his led, and purge myself in human blood was burning in me, but I ignored it.
The venom in his bite had hardened my body, turning it to stone. I was stronger, and from my reflection in the water basin near the hut, I was more beautiful than I had ever been. My strength and all my senses had increased a hundred-fold. These would be my weapons and my tools for destroying Clint, his creations, and every other evil creature in existence.
Chapter 3
I choose now to skip over the details of my mother’s funeral. A newborn teenage vampire crying is not a pretty sight. Nor is seeing a vampire throw a fit, but its better than the tears of blood.
After placing the last rose on her grave, I set off to find Clint and his fledglings, which proved to be rather easy. All I had to do was follow the preverbal trail of dead bodies. I didn’t have as much control over myself as they did, but after I came across the first fledging, I began to realize just what I could do, and how easily things came to me now. The first fledging was a young boy who called himself ‘Jack’. He was rather weak because he was so small, so he was easy to get rid of. All I had to do was sneak up behind the smart-ass little punk and break his neck.
Deciding to do the job thoroughly, I drained every last drop of blood from him, something I both hated, and loved at the same time. He tasted so sweet and young, with a hint of anger. I saw the crimes of his past, and all his victims, those innocent people who died because ‘he was hungry and bored’. It was almost like those “rock-stars” you humans drink now, so full of energy. I then tore his body apart, and set each piece on fire, as well as his fresh victim, getting rid of the evidence of our crimes.
The second vampire took longer to find. It was two weeks before any hint of him showed up. When I finally did locate him, he was hiding in a hut he had taken over from one of the families he killed. This one, who’s name I never found out, fought me when I tried to kill him.
The fight that occurred ended in half the walls being knocked out and everything inside being smashed into pieces. I drank his blood quickly, trying to satisfy my thirst and not see his crimes at the same time. This evil, wretched man raped his female victims repeatedly in front of the rest of the family before killing them all. I gained a special knowledge from this vampire that proved to be very useful when hunting and killing the other vampires. From his blood, I learned to stalk my prey more easily, and somehow I gained more strength from him.
The third vampire, who was also the last fledging, was one of those ‘tall, dark, and handsome’ types. I was having fun tracking this one, practicing for the final hunt, my newfound skills guiding me in each movement. When I finally got close enough to keep a safe eye on him, I almost blew my cover because the scent of him and the human boy he was tracking drove me crazy. The pure scent of the human mixed with that of the vampire, so beautiful. The night he planed to attack his human, I moved in for the kill, sneaking around behind him, far enough away that he wouldn’t know I was approaching, but close enough that I could keep an eye on him.
He was almost to the boy’s home when I attacked, jumping on him from the side, throwing all my strength into my shoulders, trying to knock him over. We both tumbled to the ground, grunting, trying to keep silent so the humans wouldn’t hear us. I straddled him, pinning his arms to the ground above his head.
Leaning in close, I whispered in his ear “ Don’t move. Your other little vampire buddies are dead, and you’re next”
“Are you going to kill me?” he whispered back, a smile playing on his cold lips. Straining against me, he pulled his head up to meet mine, and kissed me full on the lips. Bad idea Buddy. I bit down on his mouth, draining the warm blood from him slowly but tenderly. This man had the best blood I had have ever tasted; not even Clint tasted that good.
In shimmering images, I began to see his life and sins. I sucked harder, and the images became clear: a young boy being cared for by his parents, the man turning into a vampire with Clint watching over him, and the hundreds of humans he killed. He was gentler with his victims than most vampires I have ever known, including me. I saw that he only hunted when he was truly hungry, and that he killed quickly.
He didn’t like who he had become, and so he welcomed death with open arms. I pulled away from him with some difficulty. I wanted to kill him, but I had to make good on my oath so I asked,
“Will you stop hunting the innocent? Will you join me in the fight against demons?” I asked softly, leaning over his neck, poised to start drinking again if he said no.
“Yes!” He choked out; voice was weak from the blood loss. I got up off of him slowly, poised to pin him back down should he try to hurt me or make a run for it. Sitting up, he said quietly “My name is Anthony. What’s yours?”
“Hecata” I replied, satisfied that he wasn’t going to run. I helped him up, noticing how weak he was, and I hunted down an evil father who beat his family near-by so that Anthony could drink his blood and regain his strength.
Chapter 4
When he had his strength back, he did something so very unexpected. He took me to his lair. In the quite darkness that hid us from the rising sun, we talked. He told me about his long years as a vampire, and I told him about the hunt I was on. This seemed to interest him very much, though I don’t really see how. Daylight was approaching fast, and although we do not have to hide from the sun, like the movies would have you believe, it was unwise for us to remain in the light, as our bodies would attract too much attention, the way our pale skin shined in the light.
Retreating further away from the coming dawn, Anthony grabbed my waist, and pulled me close to him. So close, in fact that I could hear the blood pounding in his veins. The strength and tenderness of his arms felt so good after the long months of seeing no-one but vicious vampires, and evil men. The tenderness of it distracted me from what he was about to do. Without warning, he leaned in close, and kissed me. It was not like the kiss he gave me when I was about to kill him, no, this was full of love, lust, and need. When I didn’t pull back, he slid his hand down my back, onto my thigh, where he grabbed me, and pulled my leg to his hip.
I swung my other leg around him, pulling myself up, so that the top of my head
was just above his, and he held onto my back, pulling me even closer into his body. As night fell once again, Anthony and I stalked quietly out of the cave and into the next village on our hunt for the most deadly of preys. We found Clint’s house before midnight.
His home, which was a lot like an ancient palace, wreaked of dead bodies to my vampire nose, the stench almost unbearable to me, thought normal humans would barely notice, as the bodies where freshly dead, maybe an hour or so old. There weren’t that many, only five, but it was enough to know that he would be stronger then us, having already fed. I chose to ignore my thirst so that all my hunger could be directed to my most wanted prey, the man who killed my mother.
Anthony and I split up, each of us taking a side of the building. Creeping around from the left, I slowly approached a dark window, trying to see inside. I made eye contact with Anthony, who was doing the same from the other side, and we both looked to the high part of the room, where a throne of human bones sat empty, surrounded by candles.
A door opened out of sight, and the candles all flickered to life at the same time, announcing the arrival of Clint. A small procession of human females followed him, starring at him dreamily, as if he where the sun and the moon. Seeing him walking with that pompous swagger, and a long leopard skin flowing behind him, I thought he looked like an overgrown rat with a piece of garbage stuck to its back. But that was probably from the anger swelling inside me, black and boiling. I looked back at Anthony and we both nodded. Time for the attack. In unison, we rose slowly, insuring that our movement would go unnoticed by the self-absorbed vampire we where about to rip apart.
Clint sat in his throne and quietly; we slid into the room, careful not to make a sound. The girls stood around Clint, blocking us from his view with their bodies as they fawned over him. Each step Anthony and I took where soft, undetectable, even to our own alert ears. As we drew closer to the throne, we looked at each other one last time. This was it, the final battle.
“Clint,” I hissed “your death comes tonight.” Screaming, the girls ran behind Clint, terrified that we would kill them along with us. Clint stood, removing his cape and throwing it to the side. The anger was swelling inside of me, growing into something almost uncontainable. Anthony and I crouched low, preparing for the attack, while Clint laughed, and copied our movement. That monster was enjoying this, thinking that we would give him a good workout before he went out for more blood. I didn’t care what it took, I would take him out here and now, before he ruined anyone else’s family. Before he turned someone else into one of us.
Finally noticing Anthony at my side, he stared in disbelief, wondering how another one of his creations could turn against him. While he was distracted, I sprung at him, throwing my entire body into his, knocking him off balance, and onto his back.
I had him pined to the ground, my mouth inches from his neck, snapping like a rabid dog, when he threw me off, and into Anthony. We regained our balance, standing again. Without hesitation, we attacked Clint togeather, each of us taking a side.