I was originally inspired to write this while listening to 'Chop Suey' by System of a Down. My idea of what happened to Carlisle before, during and after his change. I originally wrote it to be a songfic for 'Chop Suey' but the first chapter works better if you listen to 'Mechanical World' by Spirit. Hope ya enjoy!!!
"Father, these people are innocent. You're going on a whim, merely for the bloodlust." I said. I closed my eyes against the stinging sensation across my right cheek. He struck me again with the back of his hand, and I felt the welts begin to form where his fingernails hit me.
"Do not speak such blasphemous words! May God have mercy on your soul for caring for such vile creatures as those." He said with narrowed eyes.
"May God have mercy on your soul, father, for if you get to heaven you will need it." I replied coldly, glaring and stepping past him.
"Do not walk away from me." He said.
I squared my shoulders, turning to face him. "I hope that one day you see the error of your ways, until then I will refrain from speaking to you." I said.
"Are we to spend the rest of our time in this house not responding to the other then?" He asked.
I turned back to the door. "That is entirely up to you, Father." I said, and with that, I stepped out the door to the streets of London.
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I was not proud. This was my first 'hunt'. Father left me to carry on with his work, murdering innocent people for his self-gratification. I would lead the hunts, but never would I take another human life. That was against my nature. Something my father had not instilled in me.
"Remember men, no matter what these demons say, they are not to be trusted! They are tools of the devil! Grab your torches!" He said.
I walked at the front of the crowd, intending to do nothing while I was on this chase. I had found a true coven of vampires in my research, and led the large mob to them, allowing them to deal with the creatures. We heard a sound, and I stopped, turning to see two male vampires leap out of the sewer. One ran as they were discovered but the other stood, a smile on his face as he took in the group. The mob began running, but I stood my ground, frozen in place. My heart was pounding as my eyes locked with the gaze of the coven leader. I turned to run but he was in front of me before I had a chance.
A hiss rose from his throat, and he leapt on me. I landed on my back, the air rushing from my lungs. I pushed against the creature, trying not to expose my neck. He hissed again, crazed eyes widening and I saw the venom drip.
"NO!" I yelled, screaming when the sharp fangs pierced my skin.
A woman screamed and he looked up, going after her and leaving me bleeding in the street. I was going to bleed to death, so I crawled to an alley, falling in a cellar and breaking several crates when I landed.
I stayed where I was, lying on a pile of rotting vegetables. My limbs began to burn, and I thought this was the end. Death.
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'Death falls so heavy on my soul. Death falls so heavy makes me moan. Somebody tell my father that I died.' – 'Mechanical World' -- Spirit
