Chapter Ten: Near Fatal Love
She awoke sometime in the late morning when she could no longer see darkness or a certain light. There were barely any visible items in her clear reach and only a small window at the top. Out of her lips came a groan and she turned onto her stomach but was stopped by something that was lying next to her. It was a large box that was made of some sort of metal. She sat up a little more to see the box at a farther distance and saw that on top of it was a tag that read it her. The tag seemed to open up, she decided to open it and read the words that were written inside. Sorry about doing that to you but you were over reacting, I promised you I would inform you on everything that you needed to know. She threw the paper down and stared at the box. Her fingers inched forward towards it but the door leading into the room that she was situated in suddenly opened. It was loud, very noticeable and if she hadn't already been awake well she certainly was now. Two men in dark blue suits made their way into the room with Joseph in the center with his normal black outfit. The two men had perfect posture and guns in their hands that met the ground with a thud as they went into position. Joseph was more casual and walked over to her, she swayed slightly away from him and he looked down at the ground seeing the note.
"Wondering what's in the box?" He grinned. She got to her feet and met his eye level since he was leaning forward slightly which shortened him a few inches.
"Start explaining everything," her voice was stern and straightforward, "if you do not comply then I will have to take my own action and defeat you right here, right now." Joseph actually smiled and sat down on the floor in front of her then turned around a little to glance at the guards.
"You may leave; you will be summoned if needed." The men nodded and turned on their heels leaving within the moment. Isabelle got down on the ground sitting Indian style and leaned forward towards him.
"Begin." She said shortly.
"Alright then…well you remember a death camp because yes at one point you were apart of an experimental death camp, not a real one anyway. You see it was before Himmler got all of them set up he had a controlled one that he would use to do his personal experiments and you got selected, well actually stolen from your parents. You see your mom…was a prostitute basically back then. She wasn't exactly the starlight of superiority and when the officials found out that she had you they didn't want to deal with you and suggested that you be used. Perfect for everyone except you, I was a young boy that was sitting in a room peeling some sort of food for work. Mind you I was about 153 already and only looked like I do now, about 17. But any who, I was taken too which I found kind of amusing but of course acted as if I were scared for my life. When we got there we were all placed in a single room for hours on end being stripped of our clothing and given basically rags to wear. That's when you and I met…your mind stops right before we met, and Kalen appears if I'm correct. You'll understand why that is once I finish my story. Any questions so far?" His voice didn't crack and his eyes did not move from hers. She shook her head no so he could continue the story.
"Alright, well when we met there was something about you that I could not understand, I had been conditioned to not care about mortals and yet I felt some sort of connection. When they started to separate males from females I felt the urgency to keep you by my side and you felt the same. That night I snuck out stealthily and found that you had been taken into one of the rooms where they did 'experiments'. This of course made me angry, made me furious. I created a distra-." He paused and looked over to see that she had quietly fallen asleep on the floor. Her lips were slightly parted and her eyes fluttered silently. Joseph couldn't help but smile at her and got to his feet; normally he would get someone else to pick her up and bring her to her room but instead he placed his hands under her knees and back to life her himself. She was extremely light to him, barely any heavier then a bag of marbles.
"Tonight Isabelle you shall remember the night we love one another." His voice seemed to travel into her head because her hands clenched around his neck and she buried her face into his chest, pulling herself closer. Joseph carried her up the stairs and to a master bedroom where he shut the door behind them.
It was morning; Isabelle lied under the blankets in Joseph's arms, both of which were wrapped tightly around her. Slowly the sun creped into the room and covered everything except the bed which had curtains draped over the sides to prevent the sunlight's penetration. A small yawn and a stir came from Isabelle; her fingers began to grip at the bed sheets pondering where she was. After a moment of a frantic worry she felt her hand being grasped by Joseph's soft touch. He curled their fingers together and pulled them closer to her chest.
"Calm," his single word worked and she was back at a peaceful state. "Wait another hour or so and we shall rise to the mid day sun." She listened to his words but none of it seemed to work as a command, it just sort of ran through her head and then disappeared. She sat up releasing his arms around her body and stretched her arms.
"I am sorry that I fell asleep on you last night, I guess everything just sort of got to me and I was…tired still." His gentle smile was all he had on his face; his light pink lips were so welcoming that she stared at them for a minute. Her lips wanting the taste of his; it was taunting and tempting but she denied the feelings that were rushing all over her body.
"That is just fine, I am sorry for creating a mass recreation of that night…there were questions that you wanted answered, what were the questions again? I promise to answer them as simply but as delicately as possible." He said sincerely.
"First, what am I?" that was the first thing that she asked.
"Perfect question since that's where I was getting in the story anyway…you were one of their experiments, you were strapped onto a table for precautionary. They were injecting you with needles of something with a gray color, the substance I recognized as the blood of a new generation of creature. There had only been one of these creatures to survive for more then a year…her name was Aerica. She was a normal human when she was born but with the chemicals that she had placed into her skin…into her mind…she became more then a human she became a monster like the rest of us. I met her a year after she became infected, everyone that knew of her existence thought she would die. I however, fell in love with her the moment I met her, she was a most beautiful and delightful person to be around. I being a vampire…could not bare to be in the sun so she stayed inside with me and began to give me remedies to the sunlight's torture. Different potions and drugs that would help me keep a calm and careful identity outside of my home. Nearly two years into this curse that she had she asked me if I would make her a happy wife…I could not say yes to her simple request. The words hit her like something unimaginable I bet. I just could not bring myself to connect to a single person, I am a creature of the underground, a dark sensual being and I was a young one at that. So…we parted our ways sadly which ended badly…" he frowned and looked at her.
"Why? What…happened…" she leaned towards him in curiosity.
"I can't say what happened but I can show you…if you want," his words were soft and his eyes were almost on the verge on sadness.
"How?" she tilted her head; he placed her hand over his heart and whispered into her ear:
"Hold on tightly…" she did as he said and shut her eyes. She suddenly stood in a room of complete darkness which was only able to be seen when the lightning from a terrifying storm came in through a window. She looked around seeing no one at first, she called out Joseph's name but there was no response. A minute later however there was a moan coming from a nearby door that was creaked open less then an inch. She went over and peered inside having to push the door open more then it was. Inside the room were a bed and a single mahogany dresser. A man was kneeling on the floor in a puddle of blood; she could not see his face at the moment. All she could see was a sharp knife drenched with crimson. The hand that held the handle lifted it to the center of his arm and pushed deep into the skin and then pulled across until a thick deep slice of skin was gone and blood rushed over his skin. A flash of light from outside came through the room and there was the man who was torturing himself. She could see him clearly now, black hair that was a wreck, strands of it had the dark red blood stain ingrained in it. Joseph sat in despair, his face covered with tears and anguish. He let out a deep groan and leaned forward on the ground with the knife at his heart, the blade touching his skin so close to a final death.
Joseph pulled back and breathed heavily as he was looking down at the bed. She quickly lifted his chin and looked deep into his eyes. There was a feeling between them that was so immense that anyone around would have felt it. She placed a hand on his cheek and leaned in with closed eyes. There was a demanding knock on the door, she stopped abruptly and the door opened. There stood a woman of destructive beauty.
"Joseph your son wants to see you."