I'm sorry its taking me so long to move along in this story. I just need a bit of beggining middle before i can get to the good stuff! I wasnt eaxactly too happy with this chapter, i just wanted to show that even though Eilse has more of Raziel's blood in him, she is still childish. Read and review please
Chapter 8: One Last Lesson
She sat across from me in her apartment, the two of us buried in her large, cushioned armchairs. She rested for a moment in silent contemplation, trying to decide where and how to begin the tale that she had called 'nothing special.' I knew it was otherwise, as her story was surely the basis for her unwillingness to drink the blood, and the reason as to why death seemed to push her away the way it did.
"There is nothing special about my life story," she repeated as she looked to me and the eyes bulging from my skull.
"Does my appearance bother you?" I asked as I gazed my bony limbs, seeing how much of a wraith I had appeared. "I will drink if you want me to, if it will make me seem less repulsive."
"No Master," she said in a voice of surprise. She would not let her own discomforting thoughts be of an inconvenience to me. "I am fine with it, it just seems odd is all."
"Of coarse," I said and nodded, telling her to continue with her tale.
After an extended moment she began to speak again.
"I've always known the wealthy lifestyle, but unlike others that know richness, I do not live as if it were the only way to live. No, my parent have taught me that everything is valuable, and that not even the lowest of men do not hold something worthwhile in their hearts. It is only in the cold-blooded murderers, child rapists, and so on, that there is nothing to regard as precious."
She stopped and looked at her wrists, the veins visible on the surface of her skin.
"Elise, we kill because we need to kill," I told her. "There is no higher purpose than that. There is no grand explanation for what we are; we are simply murderers because we need to be murderers."
She nodded with a soft sigh, her hands clenched into fists.
"I know that Master Raziel. You have told me many times, and I don't need you to remind me what is constantly on my mind!"
"Well then," I said, my lips parting into a corpse smile, "I will not repeat myself again; but just the same, I don't want to feel that I need to tell you these things. Hesitance is the only thing that can stop our lives, and if we hesitate we can just as quickly perish."
"I wish you wouldn't be so cold," she whined, her nails digging into the arms of her chairs. "Why do you need to always be so harsh?"
"If I were not so callous then could you really learn these lessons of our blood? If my lessons were sympathetic then your mind would be at ease and relaxed, and that is not the state of mind I want you to have when learning from me. I want you to be serious and not so childish. Be immature in our spare time, but when it comes for serious matters then I expect you to have a serious attitude. Now calm yourself and tell me the story."
"Why should I?" she demanded of me as she removed herself from her chair and stood on the table before me. "I am a young vampire, and I've yet to become cold the way you are cold. I am still human at heart, but I dot know what you are."
"I am human as you are human. We are all human deep down on the inside, but just as there are humans who can be loving, there can be humans that are heartless; and we too can be heartless. But the difference between human and us is that we aren't. We are more than humans, and we can never be human again. Now calm yourself and let us move on."
"Raziel, you can kiss my ass!" she exclaimed as she jumped from the table and moved for the doorway. Before she could reach the door I appeared before her, looking as if I had come from the wall. She had not seen me transfer myself from one position to another without visible movement, and this honestly terrified her.
"Elise, sit!" I demanded as I took her by the wrist and walked her to the area where we sat moments ago.
"How can you be this strong when I have all of your blood?" she screamed while trying to free herself from my grasp.
"You may have my strength but you haven't a clue as to how you can use it," I replied as I threw her into the chair she sat in before. "I am ageless, and I have an idea of how to use my strength. I have true power, while you are still my fledgling and you have much to learn; lessons that will only be understood with age."
"But cant you teach me these things?" she begged in terror of my vampiric abilities. It seemed she thought I would obliterate her if she didn't choose the right words to speak.
"I can't teach you how to feel, Elise," I sighed and returned to my seat. "There are so many lessons you need to learn on your own, without my aide. It is near the end where my teachings will stop and you will have to surrender yourself to the teacher that is time for your vampiric education. It is only now that I ask you for your story, since soon you will be able to live without me."
"Master Raziel," she cried our as she leapt from her chair and fell into my lap, her arms around me. "I'm sorry. I don't want you to stop teaching me, and I don't want to live without you. Don't get angry at me, don't destroy me."
"Elise, I would never," I whispered. She looked up at me with tearful eyes and an appearance of fright. She still could not get past my appearance and my abilities.
"Master you need blood. Please, drink my blood."
"If it will please you, my darling," I said as I pulled her closer to me. "I will drink from you to regain my normal appearance, but after that I ask that you be composed and tell me your tale."
"Yes Master."
"Good."
Given her permission, I placed my bony fingers around her shoulders and nudged her head to the side with my own skull. With her neck exposed I did what I did when I first came across her: I sunk my teeth into her soft, smooth skin and drank the blood from her without abandon.