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Chapter 6
Searching of the lost
My searching took me all over the world, I was amazed about how much things had changed since everything in my world collapsed. Everything was so beautiful in its evolution and I really couldn't explain it. Italy had grown into a country of art and literature, and its cities progressed in the same movement as the art. France was now full of vineyards with the famous wines that were exported everywhere, Greece's architecture and demeanour had stayed the same as the long time I had been living but it was divine all the same.
I travelled to Asia, America, all around Europe and the remaining countries, but there was no sign of my beloved Margarete. It seemed as if she had vanished into thin air yet I knew that it was not possible, I decided to take a rest from my travelling and go back to my castle to think of a strategy to find her.
It was when I was passing through Prague that I got my first scent of her, it was strong, she had to be here. My hope brimmed as the tears fell down my face, I would go to the inn, it was always the best place to find out about people with out attracting attention.
The tavern was small and lit dimly, just to my liking. I brought a glass of the local ale, but did not drink it. I listened with all my might for hours on end, until about ten in the evening when I heard of someone called Maggie Valentine, that was her code name those days. Everybody loved her, though she distanced everyone from them, but the men were jeering about her. This was my chance, I would ask about her.
'Where does she live, surely you fellows must know that?'
'Sure she lives up at the end of the town, don't disturb her otherwise you'll comeback in pieces' well that definitely sounded like her.
I made my way up to the end of the quaint and dimly lit town, there were burnt bits of timbers everywhere, there must have been a fire recently. At last I found the little house, I was very hesitant in my approaching, I had actually found her and I couldn't believe it.
I knocked gently on the door and waited for an answer, the door opened gently. Though to my dismay it was not my Margarete, but an old lady. I inquired about her and I was met with a most disturbing reply.
'I'm sorry good sir, but the lady you speak of has had a terrible accident. I am very sorry. I have none of her belongings as she hardly had any. You should talk to the bartender at the inn, he knew her better than any of us. Excuse me.' And she closed the door.
Terrible accident? Ohh this is not good, I rushed down back to the inn, in a state of frenzy, I burst into the tavern which was now nearly empty, the barkeeper stood stunned at the entrance.
'Yes sir how may I help you'
'What happened, to.. Margarete Zelle?' I didn't realise that I had said her real name and again the bartender looked stunned.
'You knew her real name? Well you must be an old friend huh' I nodded and smiled unhappily, this seemed to be going wrong and then he gasped and smiled.
'Your Keith Valentine, are you not? Ahh you are, she spoke much of you. She missed you know, but she had business that she could not let anyone interfere with. Unfortunately that was her undoing.' A tear coursed down his cheek, he must have been close to her. I could not comfort him as I was to busy trying to comfort myself.
'What happened you ask? Well she was in deeper with something than she thought, people were after her, she said they would never be able to get her she was too fast. But they did, you see the rubble outside? That is where the explosion happened, and she was caught in it, they must have trapped her.' He stopped, choking with grief........dead?......DEAD!!!!!!!! ....no......
He told me where her grave was and I went out, in silence, numb to pain and noise. I walked until I found the cemetery, I walked passed all the stones and came to one.
Margarete Zelle - Valentine
Dearly loved
Forever in peace.
Left a partner and best friend,
Keith Valentine.
The tears came after that, in fact I didn't stop crying. Everything was lost, I had nothing left, she was my life and my soul. She was my muse and council, my everything.... I ran, and penetrated the sky, the cool breeze hurt my face and stole away my tears, the night was lit with the twinkling of the stars but I didn't care about them. I didn't care about anything any more.
I reached my home and fell onto the balcony, I cried until it hurt and I curled up into a ball, waiting for the world to swallow me into its dark depths. I wanted her, I needed her, she was my all and life felt empty without her.
No more of her smiles, her sarcastic remarks and her kisses that made me shiver at her touch, she was beautiful, and now she was gone, forever............ I couldn't handle forever alone, I wouldn't want to be immortal without her.
Just to think that we had arranged her to be my love forever, she was going to let me give her the dark kiss, we had arranged it and now I wouldn't be able to give her anything but my tears. I couldn't be alone, no-one else was anywhere near like her, loved her more than my life itself.
I think I stayed there for hours, curled up like a hurt child, but I couldn't move, my energy gone, and my soul dwindled. Memories hurt so much, I tried not to think but it was a hopeless task. She was in my head, smiling, embracing, kissing, touching but not real.
I lay there a few more hours more until it was decided, I would end this suffering. I would create a fire, one big enough to engulf me and devour the rest that was left me. The fire was the only thing that would release me from this life, this non-existence. What was the point of being the romantic vampire, if there was nothing to romanticise or love?
I organised my belongings and wrote letters to all the relations that I had, to Yuri and Alice, the London Rats, and the elders. I could not bare to write to them but I had to, I had to explain my findings and plans. I told them I was sorry and I hoped that they would have happy and prosperous lives, for I would not be seeing them again.
I went out side to build the fire from the scraps in the yard. I didn't take me long as the wood had been chopped up for the hearth in the house. Once I had piled it together, I took out some alcohol and washed it all over. I then struck a match and saw the spark flutter as it gained control of the stick of wood that it slowly devoured. I threw it on the pile, and looked marvelling at the flames that enveloped the wood.
I took one last look at the sky and said farewell to the wretched world and stepped into the fire. Pain surged through me like daggers all over my body. I knew I was dying and I had a satisfaction in that, I saw all the past flash though my mind. My childhood, my making, our adventure and then at last Margarete.
I heard her calling my name, her voice telling me to get out while it was still possible. You see I could still survive if I had stepped out at that point as my blood would have healed me, but I wouldn't go back, not now.
...Keith..... Don't....Please........Its not as it seems.......
Then I knew that the last of my soul had been burnt away and I fell into a darkness, it was calm and beautiful, I was free.
.........Margarete....... I love you.......
Chapter 6
Searching of the lost
My searching took me all over the world, I was amazed about how much things had changed since everything in my world collapsed. Everything was so beautiful in its evolution and I really couldn't explain it. Italy had grown into a country of art and literature, and its cities progressed in the same movement as the art. France was now full of vineyards with the famous wines that were exported everywhere, Greece's architecture and demeanour had stayed the same as the long time I had been living but it was divine all the same.
I travelled to Asia, America, all around Europe and the remaining countries, but there was no sign of my beloved Margarete. It seemed as if she had vanished into thin air yet I knew that it was not possible, I decided to take a rest from my travelling and go back to my castle to think of a strategy to find her.
It was when I was passing through Prague that I got my first scent of her, it was strong, she had to be here. My hope brimmed as the tears fell down my face, I would go to the inn, it was always the best place to find out about people with out attracting attention.
The tavern was small and lit dimly, just to my liking. I brought a glass of the local ale, but did not drink it. I listened with all my might for hours on end, until about ten in the evening when I heard of someone called Maggie Valentine, that was her code name those days. Everybody loved her, though she distanced everyone from them, but the men were jeering about her. This was my chance, I would ask about her.
'Where does she live, surely you fellows must know that?'
'Sure she lives up at the end of the town, don't disturb her otherwise you'll comeback in pieces' well that definitely sounded like her.
I made my way up to the end of the quaint and dimly lit town, there were burnt bits of timbers everywhere, there must have been a fire recently. At last I found the little house, I was very hesitant in my approaching, I had actually found her and I couldn't believe it.
I knocked gently on the door and waited for an answer, the door opened gently. Though to my dismay it was not my Margarete, but an old lady. I inquired about her and I was met with a most disturbing reply.
'I'm sorry good sir, but the lady you speak of has had a terrible accident. I am very sorry. I have none of her belongings as she hardly had any. You should talk to the bartender at the inn, he knew her better than any of us. Excuse me.' And she closed the door.
Terrible accident? Ohh this is not good, I rushed down back to the inn, in a state of frenzy, I burst into the tavern which was now nearly empty, the barkeeper stood stunned at the entrance.
'Yes sir how may I help you'
'What happened, to.. Margarete Zelle?' I didn't realise that I had said her real name and again the bartender looked stunned.
'You knew her real name? Well you must be an old friend huh' I nodded and smiled unhappily, this seemed to be going wrong and then he gasped and smiled.
'Your Keith Valentine, are you not? Ahh you are, she spoke much of you. She missed you know, but she had business that she could not let anyone interfere with. Unfortunately that was her undoing.' A tear coursed down his cheek, he must have been close to her. I could not comfort him as I was to busy trying to comfort myself.
'What happened you ask? Well she was in deeper with something than she thought, people were after her, she said they would never be able to get her she was too fast. But they did, you see the rubble outside? That is where the explosion happened, and she was caught in it, they must have trapped her.' He stopped, choking with grief........dead?......DEAD!!!!!!!! ....no......
He told me where her grave was and I went out, in silence, numb to pain and noise. I walked until I found the cemetery, I walked passed all the stones and came to one.
Margarete Zelle - Valentine
Dearly loved
Forever in peace.
Left a partner and best friend,
Keith Valentine.
The tears came after that, in fact I didn't stop crying. Everything was lost, I had nothing left, she was my life and my soul. She was my muse and council, my everything.... I ran, and penetrated the sky, the cool breeze hurt my face and stole away my tears, the night was lit with the twinkling of the stars but I didn't care about them. I didn't care about anything any more.
I reached my home and fell onto the balcony, I cried until it hurt and I curled up into a ball, waiting for the world to swallow me into its dark depths. I wanted her, I needed her, she was my all and life felt empty without her.
No more of her smiles, her sarcastic remarks and her kisses that made me shiver at her touch, she was beautiful, and now she was gone, forever............ I couldn't handle forever alone, I wouldn't want to be immortal without her.
Just to think that we had arranged her to be my love forever, she was going to let me give her the dark kiss, we had arranged it and now I wouldn't be able to give her anything but my tears. I couldn't be alone, no-one else was anywhere near like her, loved her more than my life itself.
I think I stayed there for hours, curled up like a hurt child, but I couldn't move, my energy gone, and my soul dwindled. Memories hurt so much, I tried not to think but it was a hopeless task. She was in my head, smiling, embracing, kissing, touching but not real.
I lay there a few more hours more until it was decided, I would end this suffering. I would create a fire, one big enough to engulf me and devour the rest that was left me. The fire was the only thing that would release me from this life, this non-existence. What was the point of being the romantic vampire, if there was nothing to romanticise or love?
I organised my belongings and wrote letters to all the relations that I had, to Yuri and Alice, the London Rats, and the elders. I could not bare to write to them but I had to, I had to explain my findings and plans. I told them I was sorry and I hoped that they would have happy and prosperous lives, for I would not be seeing them again.
I went out side to build the fire from the scraps in the yard. I didn't take me long as the wood had been chopped up for the hearth in the house. Once I had piled it together, I took out some alcohol and washed it all over. I then struck a match and saw the spark flutter as it gained control of the stick of wood that it slowly devoured. I threw it on the pile, and looked marvelling at the flames that enveloped the wood.
I took one last look at the sky and said farewell to the wretched world and stepped into the fire. Pain surged through me like daggers all over my body. I knew I was dying and I had a satisfaction in that, I saw all the past flash though my mind. My childhood, my making, our adventure and then at last Margarete.
I heard her calling my name, her voice telling me to get out while it was still possible. You see I could still survive if I had stepped out at that point as my blood would have healed me, but I wouldn't go back, not now.
...Keith..... Don't....Please........Its not as it seems.......
Then I knew that the last of my soul had been burnt away and I fell into a darkness, it was calm and beautiful, I was free.
.........Margarete....... I love you.......