The Everlasting.

CHAPETER 1

Olivia

"Yes" I say to myself as I watch the sun fade behind the Boston skyline. I peer between the blinds carefully as to not burn my eyes. I quickly ready myself for a night of hunting as look across the room of my West side apartment. I smiled as I thought of my first kill but then grimmaced as I remembered my new birth.

I am a relatively young vampire compared at least to my maker. I was turned into what I am some 65 years ago.

This is not a story of a glamorous experience as I would like to of experienced. I mean it's nothing like you might read in a vampire novel. My maker basically snatched me right off the street into the night air.

Bleed me to the point of death and tossed me into a ditch in Boston Central Park.

He looked over his shoulder smirked and tossed me a vial.

I don't know how I knew what the vial was or what it contained but instinctively I knew. My will was strong but my body was failing me. I tried to gather myself, to focus. The blood pulled around my head soaking my hair.

My vision blurred, my hearing was even dulled.

I knew my salvation lay a few feet from me, but death was pulling at me hard.

Then the hunger took over. It was like fire inside of my driving me to a place of strength and desire that I never have know. The hunger gave me power and is my real creator. The hunger is my master and I will for ever yield to it.

I reached in the deep grass, claps the vial between my fingers and placed it at my lips.

I drank and awoke a second later, to a new world a new existence a new hunger.

My whole being was transformed in an instant. I was more alive than I had ever been in my previous existence. Memories that were not mine began to race through my mind. I saw the origin of my masters master and all through the ages of my new family lineage. I saw the first, the original vampire. I saw his maker and the depths of the earth from which he came.

Lucian Verbain the original and most powerful of our kind. I now possessed knowledge of many things which before I did not know.

Languages such as Chinese, English, Spanish, Arabic, Portuguese, and French.

I had knowledge of art, poetry, music and engineering. Many of the gifts of my New ancestors were now at my disposal.

I knew fighting techniques such as Karate, Tae Kwon Do and Jiu-Jitsu.

My reflexes were lightning fast and matched my super human strength.

My vision was crystal clear allowing me to see at great distances as well as things in the darkness as if it was noon day.

My hearing was amplified. All the night came alive to me. I was one with it, a creature of it. I am a sister of the night and have been crowned by blood and the moon. The day no longer held its sway or mattered to me.

Though I was in awe of my new found strengths my memories made me all to aware that there were many others who's abilities surpassed mine in every way.

I also saw the hunters of the night being hunted by their betters.

I was overwhelmed by all that I just experienced and I knew that I must soon feed. " Who is my lucky number one? My first meal." My eyes turned to the city of Boston my new feeding ground.

The pulse of the multitudes of heart beats was maddening. " So many... So little time." The hunger burned in me with such a varosity that I could barley contain myself. Though I was aware that I could easily kill hundreds on the streets at one time I didn't want to draw the attention of any near by vampires. " I must be cautious and descrete." I said to myself as I turned into the alley sandwiched between the only two skyscrapers in the city. I focused my eyes towards the alleys end some 300 yards away. There I saw two prostitutes conversing about their latest tricks. The one leaning against the wall was younger maybe early twenties. Tall, slim with no disease or large amounts of drugs coursing through her veigns.

" Well it looks like your lucky number one."

I said to myself as I tickled the top of my toungue with my virgin fangs.

With ralative ease I jumped 30 feet into the air softly landing on the firescape on the building adjasent to where the two ladies of the night were. From this vantage point I could more easily study my prey. I would wait for the opportune moment then I would strike.

As my eyes studied her they became transfixed on her jugular vein. As I watched it pulsating her heart sung a rythmic melody of delight in my ears.

I decided there in that moment that I would treat my victims in an entirely different manner than my maker did me.

I would study them. Admire them from afar. Then just as my hunger reached its fever pitch I would strike, Enveloping my prey in the embrace of death.

Just as my thoughts concluded my opportunity arrose.

The other prostitute approached a stopped car got in and unknowingly waved her last goodbye to her fellow lady of the night.

Just as easily and quietly as I ascended to the firescape I descended to the ground. Some six feet behind her. I graced the ground with such fluidity that she was non the wiser of my near presence.

" Well aren't you a fine specimen." I said in a maniacle hushed tone just laud enough for her to hear. She turned adbruptly toward me and fear flashed in her eyes.

I then spanned the distance of six feet between us in less than a second.

Before she could even think about screaming my hand covered her mouth stifeling any attempts she could make.

She struggled against my grip of stone around her arm. I felt her bones begin to snap under my firm hold. She shivered in pain. " Now there's no need to make this any less pleasant than its going to already be. Now is there?" I peered deeply into her eyes as I spoke. She shook her head gingerly in agreement.

I loosened my grip around her arm a placed it around her waist dragging her into the darker shadows of the alley.

Taking my hand from her mouth in one spilt second motion tilted her head sidways exposing her neck to my awaiting fangs. I then sank them into her soft skin of her neck. Time stood still. I was somehow suspended in another place between life and death, as I drank the liquid of her life essence into my very being. Becoming one with it. Her heartbeat slowed and then stopped as I drank the last drop of her.

" Sleep my sweet. Sleep." I whispered as I lay her carefully to the ground.

I whiped the blood from around my mouth on the sleeves of my blouse. I felt a warm push against the night and against my skin. A instictive warning that sunrise was about to embark once again on Boston. I immediately knew the distance in which I had to travel to my apartment and I knew I would be cutting the time close to arriving in time to continue my new found existence. I leaped on to the building next to me knowing that I need to keep out of sight to be able to travel at the speeds nesissary to arrive in time.

I had just unlocked my door and slipped inside as the first rays of sunlight pierced the sky. " Now I slumber." I say as I close the door to my bed room and begin to dream of the next night and my next victim.

I awoke with a hunger like I could never describe in words. My head was pounding and the dreams I had last night still lingered in my mind. As I slept I returned to the memories of my ancestors. Learning more of our history. My senses were even more alert, my new found gifts more sharp than before. I reveled in my strength. The excitement I felt thinking of the hunt I had ahead of me surged through my body.

I carefully selected my clothing atire, so that I would look the part of the predator that I am. I selected my leather pants and matching zip up vest that fit me snug and perfectly in all the right places.

" Well not bad Olivia. They don't have a chance. I believe we will select a man tonight." I say with a sly smirk on my face as I gaze at myself in the mirror.

" We might just play with our food before we dine."

I spun and leaped for the door and entered the night my new and only friend.

The night was like no lover that I have ever known. It embraced me, consumed me. I am a creature of it after all.

I had to really carefully consider every step I took so that I appeared to walk as the mortals that I moved amongst.

The streets where full I imagine bathing in a river of the blood of all that surround me. Just as I was about to be completely lost in this fantasy, I felt a chill run up my already cold spine. A voice not my own invaded my mind. " We know who and what you are. Come join us or be destroyed by us!" I'm not sure how I knew but I new the source of these thoughts came from close by.

I spun quickly 180 degrees looking in every possible direction. Just as I was about to give up hope of finding the invader of my mind. I saw a cloaked figure looking at me from across the street. It was as if they wanted me to discover them. They turned and disappeared into the shadows.

I have up trying to hide amongst the mortals and ran at full speed in the last location that I saw the intruder of my thoughts. People were startled, some even let out a slight scream. But all the really saw was a blur and all they felt was a wind pass by them. So they quickly dismissed what they experienced as a odd occurance and figment of their minds.

I reached the shadows in which the cloaked being went. I focused my eyes piercing the dark. " This way... This way...This way." the voice seemed to come from every direction causing me a measure of confusion. I tried to focus harder to see into the darkness with more clarity, but the darkness became darker somehow. I was blind. "What the hell is happening to me!" I tried to steady myself but panic started to set in as the voices encircled me like a vortex.

Then in a flash visions from last nights dreams returned to me. My creators, creator mastered a rare ability to see without seeing. To peer into the greatest darkness and trough mere will force figures to be exposed. I tapped into the gift of Akeldama chazon,(Blood vision in Aramaic) took it into my self and I saw her clearly for the first time. She was cloaked in a shroad of darness. But her life force gave her away. It was if she was outlined by a bright thin red line, that grew and dimmed with intensity with the beating of her heart.

I reached quickly into the darkness and grabbed her by the throat. I was shocked that she didn't even try to break free from my hold. The voice was magnified ringing in my mind. " So strong for such a young vampire. Still your no match for me and my craft." I then felt as if my hand a then my arm was on fire. I convulsed in pain falling to the ground. Words then filled the air more powerful than before.

" et ligaveris eum in igne . arguens mentem. et ligaveris eum in igne . arguens mentem."

(tie it in the fire. rebuking mind. and tie it in the fire. rebuking mind.)

The fire spread from my arms to engulf my whole body.

"Please, stop, show mercy. I acknowledge your superior strength and power!"

I pleaded like a child facing its greatest fears. Then just as it began it stopped.

I lay in the fetal position, greatful that the pain had subsided. I was afraid to lift my head to look upon this powerful female being. So I continued to lay there, still showing my submission.

" Dear Olivia, we will met again. We have big plans for you. Your gifts are strong and developing rapidly. Unless you join us we will have to kill you before you become to strong." I felt an unseen hand brush through my hair.

Then she was gone taking the blinding darkness with her.

My vow to hunt differently than my maker would have to be broken on the first night of it. I was far to weak from my encounter with the cloaked woman, to admire and stalk my prey before I dined.

I stood, still partially obscured by the shadows.

" At least there's plenty to chose quickly from." I Said to myself as I scanned the crowed looking for The most vulnerable of them. The streets of Boston was a vertual smorgasbord. Boston's Salem festival brought out all the undesirables out into the open.

As I picked my victim I realized who and what I just had an encounter with.

" Of course, today is the perfect day for the cloaked woman to reveal herself."

The festival of witches was another name for the Salem Festival. She was a witch and a very powerful one at that.

I dispensed of my newest victim quickly and quietly. My mind was spinning from the knowledge of the witch. I mean I have only been a vampire for one day a thought that I loved but was still adjusting to.

Now there's witches in the mix.

" What next werewolves and changling's?"

I thought as I was cleaning the blood off my face from my latest kill.

" I guess anything is possible."

The thoughts of this frightened me. Now I knew there were more immortals with great power.

" The dream. My ancestors. I tapped into the power from mere memory."

The thoughts reassured me and calmed my fears. I knew if I could just repeat the process that I had done when the witch blinded me that I could gain new power and stregth.

I returned to my apartment after I disposed of the man I drained dry.

I instictly knew that I must dispose of the bodies carefully. I also knew that I had to expand my hunting grounds as to not give away my apartments location.

" I will only hunt outside a 50 mile radius from my home. I will also hunt in random locations outside that range."

Something inside me assured me that this would be enough to keep my location secure at least for the time being.

I focused on relaxing, calming my breathing.

" Time to dream. Time to search my ancestors memories. Time to learn."

I smiled and drifted off to sleep in search of answers. In search of power.