To the Friends

by BisousBisous

A revised version of the original, this tale follows Aloisia Kleber and the pandemonium that enters her life when fate forces her to cross paths with the pleasant, reserved young vampire, Guillaume Marcel and his troubled confidant, Dirk Teglas. In an effort to rescue her best friend, Lou must first confront the demons that hinder her path towards inner solitude.

1. Prologue

Prologue

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When I was fourteen and blonde, I thought I knew how my life was going to end.

That evening, I was frozen in place with the tip of a kitchen knife poking the back of my back. There was no one in the small park to witness my assault. His gruff voice had scared my own into an inconvenient silence and demanded that I walk into the dense collection of trees where he forced me to watch him touch himself and groan and roll his eyes and repeatedly lick his lower lip. He let me go afterward.

He didn't have threaten me to get me not to tell anyone. He knew I wasn't going to say anything.

My life after that day straddled between extreme mediocracy and great tragedy. Every day I walked without purpose, hoping that someone might stop me and push me toward the right path. It never happened. Then I figured that I was just wasting time, air and a decent life.

So as I laid there in between them–between Guillaume and Dirk, two boys who dragged me into their world with my consent, I wondered why over and over. I'd finally found my place. Why take me away from it now? Why?

Blood oozed from our wounds, and worked together to stain the cold stone beneath us. I mustered enough strength to raise my head slightly, look in Guillaume's direction and whimper at the deep cut from his left brow, across the straight bridge of his nose down to the corner of his sturdy jaw. When I looked Dirk's way, I could not see his face. His head was turned away from me, but I cringed at the dried blood that trailed from his ears. I closed my eyes. I was in pain. I was tired. The cold at least made my body numb, but it wasn't enough.

A sudden wetness rubbing against my cheek forced me to open them again, and they were met with crisp, bright blue ones. I was not alarmed by the great white wolf who towered over my body but instead I was relived. I let him grabbed the fabric of my coat between his sharp teeth, and drag me from the cell where we were thrown into after met our downfall.

I could no longer see the boys for I closed my eyes again, my consciousness fading. I wondered where I would be when I opened them again. I hoped it wouldn't be in the Beyond.