Prologue
He got out under the light of the sun. He had never felt such a warmth again. On his skin and somewhere deep inside in his heart. Right, it was there beating silently in the melodic rhythm of the sweet breeze.
Who he was and what he had wanted in life, somehow where not that important to him. Not this moment. Not so much as the adjustment of his irises to the light, the peculiar sense he had, that he was more vulnerable than ever before.
An awakening, he took a deep breath trying to consume even the last essence that existed in nature, if that could ever be possible. What had happened? Could anyone explain to him why he felt such a bliss inside? A bliss born out of the small and the trivial.
As important and trivial was the thin air, the rays of the sun or this
little butterfly that had been following him, but now it finally merged in and vanished inside the blurred background of the woods.
Somehow, yes somehow, he knew that this little tiny creature, had brought to him a part of the light and the warmth he felt in his veins.
A life that he could not have any other way, than this way. And there was only one path destined for him to follow; The path to liberty.
"Do you believe that father shall be all right?", the elder sister asked.
"Oh yes, he seems rather strong", the silver haired boy answered.
She nodded her head, taking in her hand her brother's hand.
"This journey belongs to him and only to him", she nodded in confidence.
He smiled and pushed his hand on top of her hair.
"Hey you…", she grimaced. In her heart she said her silent, most honorable goodbyes to both of her parents. The one had just passed to eternity and the other one had just returned from it.
And so, like a childish game that wants to know no end, the years began to pass by.
Nothing became more important than what once used to be quite unimportant; The daily routine, the human relationships, the personal pursuits of making a living, all ended and began again and again. And everything else became history…
But, in all histories there are names that can not be unwritten, feelings that can not be undone, people that can not be forgotten and memories that can not be erased.
The responsibility of those who changed the course of human and vampire history, can not be forgiven.
Therefore…
10 years later
"You really should not have done that…", "You should have protected, honored that sacrifice".
Amelia threw herself out of the bed. 4.00 am. It was hard for her to close her eyes and pretend that nothing happened.
From where this memory was coming from? Perhaps, from another different life? One that the institution had told her that she had forgotten.
Wearing her sleepers she got out of the bed and rushed to her fridge for some cool water. Something in her throat started aching her and she suspected that she would come down with a flew. But she should go back to bed again and try to get some sleep
because tomorrow was an important day as she had an interview for a new job.
As she slipped into the covers, she felt really bizarre. Like a feeling of anticipation was on the air. "Really this thing with the new job has taken over me… I should try and relax".
But deep down an interior notion told her to be alert of something or for something. Yes, that feeling was still there; but once she tried to get to the other cross of the line and justify it through logic her mind went blank. Blank? So what could it be?