SHOW ME FOREVER
CHAPTER 01 – What took you so long?
Although the world has changed, there was a time – long ago, I must point out –that I looked for something to bring me peace of mind in this eternal journey, which I had been brutally dragged into. Now, I resolve to be just another face in the crowd, simply wandering with no real motive.
In this "New World", there is no time to lose; the days are fast and people do not seem to care if their lives lead them to nothing. For years, I've watched as they avoided each other, always enjoying themselves in empty meetings or a few moments of frivolity, disposable relationships, small talks and no real purpose. This New Era may have brought some technological advancements, but ended up being more effective in slaughtering humans' souls.
Consumerism, strenuous working hours, virtual worlds, holidays without real meaning…humanity became numb before all these crazes. They're losing the little time they have to be happy. If I still were one of them, I would rather die than live this vacuum kind of life that those people have created around themselves. Time passes by and they die without even having lived.
Oh no, don't get me wrong; the only feeling I have towards any of them it's envy. After all, they believe in a reason to move on. I mean, even in the midst of such superficiality, they still feel that there is a meaning to their existence, and when there's not, even the most tormented soul can find comfort in death.
My own existence is barren of any hope. Even my subscription to the RIPcard was permanently banned.
It's a rainy night. On nights like this, the rain makes the neon signs of Broadway shine dimly amid the warm mist escaping through the cracks of the heavy manhole covers, giving the illusion that something is boiling down there. I can say that it is also a very cold night to be out and about, even if you are a true New Yorker. The streets are empty, save the few brave souls who decided to leave the safety of their homes, strolling down the sidewalks with umbrellas in hands, using coats or any other thing to keep them warm.
I adjust the collar of my trench coat when a rushed couple bumps on my shoulder as they leave an Italian bistro. They apologize immediately and continue to follow the path while embracing each other. A small group of young men standing at the doorway waiting for the line to move share a look in my direction. "It's cold out there, baby. Why not let one of us get you warm a little?"
Oh, that would be interesting.
Some people can't see danger unless said danger is a gun pointing right to their head.
I pay no attention to the calls and whistles that follow their words. I just rub my hands together before tucking them in my coat pockets. My last wish is to draw unnecessary attention for tearing out the hearts of some pretty dumb assholes in middle of the street.
Yes, that would be exactly the kind of reaction I would have a few decades ago, but something has changed. No, it's nothing like a crisis of conscience or sudden remnants of humanity that decided to emerge with no reason. I know exactly what I am and accepted my fate a long time ago. Although I have not desired to become this, I cannot say that I did not look for it. That girl who once had a warm heart in her chest is gone. Her place was taken by a cursed aberration that will walk through this world for the rest of eternity as something soulless and lifeless: a hideous and bloodthirsty monster.
A vampire.
Perhaps the only happy thought that I have while looking at these inferior human beings is that they could die without even believing something like me really exists. Even by screaming the truth in the middle of Times Square, they wouldn't believe a single word of it. Today, I am a myth, a fantasy, a bestseller—someone who is suffering for love and shines like a diamond in the sunlight.
My father used to say that we are born in sin and I still remember not believing a word of what he preached. Well, young people make mistakes, but I can guarantee that I went even further than that.
"You succeeded in becoming the abomination that you always wanted to be, Lucy Quinn. You are no longer my daughter. Leave this house, Demon! For the Lord's will, I command! "
He was always a man of many words, but that night, he spoke the last words of his life. Right or wrong, he had condemned me to live in sin long before I became a monster. It may seem disgusting, but this is the only sin that I do not regret.
However, there're times I can't help but wonder what he would say if he could see me, his sinful daughter, his last tormentor, tortured by her inner demons, fighting the bloodlust that seems to consume her in every way. The same monster that killed her own father now prays for the souls of her victims.
Survival to me means to kill. Over the years, I tried living in other ways, but this is something that can't be undone. It is the main rule of my miserable existence, and I need it more than you can imagine.
It's not just food.
When I feel the life of my victim flowing through their blood to me, it's like to be connected to life again. It's exciting in a unique way. But then, soon after comes the sorrow, despair, and the disgust.
There were times I didn't care about what I was doing or how many lives were taken by my need to feel. Only in these pure moments of pleasure was it possible to imagine how it was to be that girl again and to be alive once more. They made it possible to imagine the beat of a living heart close to my chest and the sound of the blood running through my veins…those flashes of what I was supposed to be. Nevertheless, they were all a cruel illusion. Soon the body in my hands became empty and cold with the breath of the death. Then, my curse would drag me deeper in this darkness I dress myself with. Once again another guilt pleasure converted into a trap. So now, I just feed, moving away and trying not to feel them while suck their lives.
I dread this moment more than you can imagine. As a result, when the time comes that I'm hungry for blood, the only thought in my mind is satisfy my cravings.
I'm thirsty.
The rain grows stronger so I decide to take the subway.
One of the perks of life in New York is to have available a full menu of idiots, who apparently do not give a damn about life itself.
Today I don't even have to wait much to find one of them.
What kind of person with some sense of self-preservation would dare to hang out at 3:00 AM in a completely deserted subway station? If this is not some kind of suicide attempt, I certainly don't know what else could it be; even a schizophrenic would be more careful.
Sorry dear, but you are in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The petite brunette was sitting a few feet away in one of the rows of chairs that were close to the automatic drink and candy machines, completely unprotected, her back turned to the most cold predator that ever lived: me.
She even looks like a doll, so small and fragile. I doubt she has enough blood to quench my thirst. It would probably be better to find someone else ... but then again, I'm hungry and she is here.
Apart from that, she is also too pretty for her own good.
What can I do? I like pretty girls. Besides, if the only way to feel alive again is by sucking the blood of someone's throat, I prefer to be a pretty girl to bring me those seconds of pleasure.
Plus, it's better trying to seduce somebody I really feel attracted to than to use my powers to get what I want…not that I'm not attractive. I've full confidence in my physical appearance. Judging by all those who died in my arms, I can guarantee that all of them really liked the last face they saw.
Wait a minute ... She's crying? Yes, she is. There're tears running down her cheeks, and her little body is shaking as she sobs softly.
If I wasn't sure that there's no longer a pounding heart in my chest, I would be quite worried about my mental health, because this strange feeling running through my cold lifeless body couldn't possibly be what I thought to be.
In a flash, I'm behind her. She smells like strawberries and rain. Once more, I can't explain this strange feeling that is spreading inside me.
She's just food, Fabray. Do not blur the lines. Just feed yourself. Then I leaned slightly toward her. She didn't even notice my presence! How can she be so careless? And why is she crying?
Suddenly, the girl turned to face me. The instant our eyes met, something seemed to break inside me. Her brown eyes were warm and gentle compared to my hazel eyes, already devoid of any cozy feeling. All of a sudden, I wanted to take her in my arms and make her mine. The urge to destroy whatever caused her tears seemed to dominate my mind.
Words came out of my mouth before I could stop them.
"Who are you?"
She wiped her tears with the back of her left hand. Her chocolate eyes held me captive, watching a shy and gracious smile adorning her perfect features. Her gaze, though fragile and melancholy, was deep and engaging. Suddenly, for the first time in ages, I did not know what to do.
"What took you so long?" was all she said in a soft voice full of relief.
She didn't gave me any chance to answer or to assess what was happening. After saying that, she threw herself into my arms, crying and begging.
"Please kill me."
