"I don't know if it be a peculiarity in me, but I am seldom otherwise than happy while watching in the chamber of death, should no frenzied or despairing mourner share the duty with me. I see a repose that neither earth nor hell can break; and I feel an assurance of the endless and shadowless hereafter - the Eternity they have entered - where life is boundless in its duration, and love in its sympathy, and joy in its fullness."
-Wuthering heights by Emily Bronte.
In my 300 years as a vampire, I would have never dreamed that I would have found myself in this place. But if this stopped him then it was worth it. I was not a fighter but the sweeping bloodlust returned to me now and I tried to tame the monster within. I had to be strong enough, I just had to be..... I stood in an unfamiliar picture, with the loaded gun in the hand of someone that I loved and I knew that the next round was the lethal one, as I had clicked away though the empty chambers, giving me a reprieve. But now, I desperately needed to do something, for I had clicked though the chambers, not her and I took the gun out of her hand, and held it to my head, and pulled the trigger, but not without destroying the rest of the bullets first....
First sight
As I crossed the secluded street, I suddenly found that I was not alone. She stood, confronting me with the most amazed look on her face. My grip on Vasilli tightened. He was all I had left now and for some reason this seemed more important than ever. Her jet black hair perfectly mimicked the colour of mine as she coiled and sprang forth, plunging me into darkness, but not before I heard Vasilli scream.
The hideous fire contorted me for three days, and then as the beating of my frenzied heart quickened, and the last tongues of flame faltered, she called my name. "Altey, Atley Darling can you hear me?" but she had it wrong. It was all wrong, it felt wrong. It was then that I opened my eyes, really. I could see the refraction of white light and hear the ships sailing into the harbour. Yes, something was definitely wrong. "What has happened to me?" I asked her with a tremor.
" Dear boy I'm sorry but you have not come to an age of enlightenment, but reality lies back with the mythical lands. Atley you have become the most feared of all the... " I cut her off. She had said it again. Atley?
The name on my birth certificate said Atley John Wells, but I was adopted at age three when my mother disappeared and my father remarried. I would forever be William Donaldson, besides, who in the world would know me as that? "My name is William, Madam, but how did you know about Atley?"
"Dear boy, I was the one whom chose it for you, who loved you and carried you, who......." she couldn't finish but I knew that at last, after 22 years, my mother had come back for me.