Key To My Heart – Chapter Seven - Haunted
Raven POV
Strapped to a table. Fear runnin' through me body. Screams everywhere. Demons in agony. The other vampire's words playin' in my 'ead. 'Don't scream. It's worse when you scream.' What the hell is this place? Where am I? I hear roarin'. I turn me head an' see a vampire break lose. He runs. Gunshots. He's full of bullets. Falls to the ground. His leg is practically shredded. He gets up anyway. Blokes in army gear come runnin'. He growls, trys t' slash 'em with inch long claws. They pin 'im down. "Let me go! Let me go!" He screams. One of th' army blokes pulls out a tazer an' zaps 'im. His eyes rollback into 'is 'ead. They drag 'im away. Where the fuck am I?
I'm in a cage, naked. Huddled in a corner. The soldier comes. He grins. I know wots gunna 'appen. I lunge at 'im, fangs bared. HE WON'T DO IT TO ME AGAIN! Blindin' pain. I fall to the floor, curl up into a ball. I'm shakin', terrified. The soldier laughs an' kicks me. I grown. 'E crouches down an' rubs his hands up an' down me back. I know wots gunna happen. He turns me around, forces me hands away from me face. I whimper. "Now now, is that anyway for a big bid vampire to behave? What would Dracula think?" 'E leans towards me. I jerk my 'ead away. He 'its me. "Come on now son, don't make a fuss. There's no point." I give in. What's the use? I turn my head back round. He strokes my cheek. "There's a good lad." He kisses me. I start to cry.
I opened me eyes an' lit a fag, starin' around the park gloomily. This is were it all 'appened. This is the place I lost my humanity. I took a deep drag an' got off the bench I was sittin' on. I went and sat on the same swing that Glazzior was on, 5 months ago. I rocked on it for a bit, took a final drag of me fag and tossed it away. A girl, bit older than me, walked by. She squinted, tryin' to see who I was. It was too dark to make me out anything other than that I was a bloke, but she tried anyway. Just like I did with Glazzior. She walked off. When Glazzior was 'ere, 'e got up and followed me. I never left this place alive. Stupid bitch, shouldn't be 'ere on 'er own. Pitch black park in this town; serve her right if I sucked 'er dry. Just like Glazzior did me. I watched her go.
I got off the swings and walked down the path. Stopped near the end and crouched down. I touched the ground, runnin' my hand over it. This is it. Right here. This is where I died. Don't even know what the bloody 'ell I'm doing 'ere. Just thought it might help.
After that I went to the graveyard and stared at a grave.
Mathew James Robertson
Born 1987
Died 2003
Under that was a message.
Gone from our home but not from our hearts.
My throat closed up. This is my grave. I shivered. Creepy. I could smell so many things. Death, decay, birth, life, sorrow, pain, hate, and something else. Tears.
Thing is, these tears that are the freshest…their f' me. In th' tears I can smell my family. Me mum and dad's scent is the freshest. Mum cried. Dad didn't. Dad felt despair an' rage, but 'e didn't cry. I smiled. Good ol' dad. Not lettin' mum see 'ow much this is killin' 'im. Bein' strong for 'er. I knew they were goin' thru a lot a pain. I felt weird. Most a me was laughing at this. But a small part, the little bit a human I got left, felt sorry for 'em. 'Corrdin' t' Yoshi, it 'appens sometimes. Vampires still feel human. But 'e says it'll fade. Says it could be days, months, years, even decades, but eventually it'll go. Hope so. Can't stand it. All these feelin's bubblin' up inside a me, it's like one sides tryin' t' kill the other.
Fuck knows how long I stayed there. After a while I left, just walked the streets aimlessly. This was a quiet area, peaceful. Good place t' sort out all the shit goin' around in my 'ead. After walkin' for a few minutes I heard a noise. Looked up, took a good sniff. Whisky. Lots of it. Someone's shit-faced drunk. I got up, stretched, an' went towards 'em. Hopefully I'll feel better after a good meal.
I got within a few hundred yards and saw the drunk. He was staggerin, half-drained bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand. From th' way 'e way drainin' it, I don't think it was 'is first. I vamped. The drunk fell over, swore, got back up an' came towards me. I stepped back, went into the darkness. He went passed me. I followed 'im.
After a few minutes he went past an alley. I rushed up to 'im, grabbed 'im by the hair an' dragged 'im into th' alley. "The fuckin' 'ell you doin'?"
I grabbed the bottle in one hand, an' yanked 'im closer with the other. "Hey! Leggo!" I bit 'im, an' 'e screamed. After a few minutes his heart stopped, an' I let 'im go. The body fell to th' floor an' I took a gulp of whisky. Still felt miserable. I kicked the corpse an' went on my way. It's still early. Think I'll go to a club.
