Title: Beloved
By: Morgan Johnson
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A/N: (Updated) I have plans to improve this story far more than my original views on it, so bear with me.
My reason for not updating anything is in my live journal account. But I finally updated because of a reviewer who asked me to…Also noticed many grammar mistakes in the past chapters but with being rushed these things tend to happen. This chapter was four pages long, longer than the usual which is one page.
Chapter Three: Darkness
Though the girl from the park had been a nice snack, my body still yearned for more nourishment. My thirst was ignited far beyond my usual control. Her blood had tasted like apricots mixed with a type of cream I had enjoyed back in my human days. If she had not had a lover she might have been a choice for me to have as a mate. But no, no one could replace my beautiful Serene. I would not let that happen. She had my entire life those short years. They seemed like a millennia ago now.
This century was drawing me in, I had no choice but to succumb to my instincts and search for another meal, hopefully one that would quench my needs for the night; one that did not have a lover. I didn't think that I could separate another couple tonight. No, I would not do so.
However large my thirst, I could not risk drinking too much or I could go into a hibernate state. I had never had the unfortunate pleasure to experience this but I knew of those that had. Many of my kind had once gone through such as they would pillage various villages and then they would be done for by morning. They would be found in a deep sleep after the blood they had taken in had begun to circulate. They were easy prey for the hunters that traveled through villages.
Vampires have a flaw that none but hunters, as well as our kind, seem to know of and that is our breathing. We don't need to breathe; we do so more out of routine than much else. It is a habit that we brought over from our human days but during our slumber we do not have that tendency. If you were to ever be near a sleeping person, make sure that you can make out their even breaths. If you happen to see that they are as still as a corpse that's probably because they are a corpse. I'd suggest you run away as quickly and quietly as possible for your own safety.
It would be called, as humans do, a comatose state only that the vampires could see and feel everything around them, even a couple random heartbeats. The body would be so full of blood that some would surpass the heart and begin to run freely through the veins. Though the vampires could feel everything around them, they would not be able to move nor protect themselves from any attacks.
I paced myself, knowing not to rush anything and draw anymore law enforcement to me. They were fun at times but they might cause some distress for me if I was not careful. Humans, who see themselves as protectors, usually try until they can do no more to prevent murder. Funny how sometimes those in law enforcement are the ones that cause the most harm towards humans. I will never understand how I was one before. Being a vampire, seeing the world how I do now, has changed my entire perspective on the world.
Though they could not harm me themselves, I would not like to risk them finding me hidden during the day and expose me to sunlight. The wretched little thing was deadly to me after all. I could only be invincible if I were on my turf, my conditions, and for that I needed the darkness like a new-born child needs his mother's milk, like a flower needs the pollen from bees, and like I once needed Serene's touch.
I can't accurately remember how the sun felt on my skin, I never paid much attention to such matters, but I can remember times when I would awaken with it upon my face and turned to avoid it out of annoyance. How I wish I had relished it, implored to seek more of it and had the chance, just the slightest chance to have shared it with Serene. But since I was turned, I have had to hide from it out of survival and I for one am not about to be killed by an abstract object. One always unappreciates things while they occur, but afterwards, laments such things. The only thing I have ever lamented was losing Serene. And that would haunt me for eternity.
I stationed myself outside a well-lit grocery store, where I knew humans to flocked to. The bright light reminded me of the bright rays of the sun and I felt slightly perturbed at such a hindrance. I observed as many humans entered and left though it surprised me that they were out at such an hour. I paid enough attention to know that those that left were too much trouble for a meal. I needed a victim that would be easy and quick as sun rise would occur in a small while. I didn't want to be caught out but didn't want to stay thirsty longer than I felt I had to.
As if out of wishful thinking, I observed as a young girl left the store. She seemed to be in a hurry and shifting slightly side-ways as though she felt something sinister in hiding. I set my sights on her. The way her hair flowed with the night wind, her scent was thrown my way and my insides growled at the need that rose from my center. Her rush would most certainly send her to the alleyway connected to the deserted narrow-street, a short cut for many, and there I would wait to attack. It would be quick and utterly painful. Such thoughts only drove me crazier with thirst and the pity I would have felt for my victim was vaporized.
It reminded me of the moving pictures I had seen, while bored, where the helpless girl would run into a dark and scary alley trying to run from the murderer who was after her. It sounded cliché but if it worked it worked.
She was clutching her grocery bag close to her as though it would protect her from something she could not see but could certainly feel. My dark, menacing aura gave off a presence of uncertainty that I had acquired after many years of kills. This only made my victims tremble and set their minds racing with possibilities and unanswered questions. I almost let out a chuckle at how frightened she looked. Her total inability to protect herself left me strangely aroused and expectant of her blood inside me.
I did not allow her to see me until I went in for the kill. I left her vocal cords intact as I loved to hear the screams of pain and anguish as my victim was mere moments away from dying. The final moment when they knew that they would cease to exist and yet they tried to avoid it, thinking that by trying to live they would accomplish such an impossible task. Their primitive way of thinking only served as humor to me, someone who had lost all sense of it centuries ago.
I drank the last drops of life that she had to offer and removed my fangs from her throat. I gazed at her for one moment and saw, for a slight instance Serene's face. I imagined her in my arms dying and felt a terrible emotion going through me, remorse. I had now, not once, but twice regretted a kill and felt disgust at myself. I could not allow the pathetic feelings that once coursed through my veins resurface, it would only be my downfall.
I dropped the lifeless body to the ground and realized that I was no longer alone with my kill. In front of me, just a few yards away, was the petite detective from the park. I recognized her slight-build, her long auburn hair and a fire in her eyes that would have knocked the breath out of me if it were possible for me to breath. I saw her reaction to me and let her intake my form. A sign of recognition seemed to dawn on her and I wondered where I had let her see me before. Surely I hadn't, unless…Idiotic thoughts rushed through my mind and I pushed them aside as a thought occurred to me; play.
I smirked at her and approached her slowly as she was armed. Her weapon could not harm me, but I did not want her to know that. As long as she thought she was in control I would have a mouse to play with. I hated when my toys stopped being fun and became irritating. I felt an immediate arousal of emotions course through her. Anger, pain, pity…but no, there was more. She was curious. Very curious. She seemed to be full of unasked questions and above all she seemed to know me somehow and I was beginning to feel a bit panicked; something I had not felt in centuries. It reminded me of the night Serene was taken from me.
I stopped when I could clearly see her face; she looked so much like Serene that I took a step backwards. That seemed to confuse her. But no it could not be. I took another step backwards as I felt burned by her presence. There was something about her that kept me confused. I did not like the feeling. I did not get confused; this was unacceptable. Seeing her in her state of stillness I spoke the only words that ran through my mind: "It will be a great deal of fun to continue this game".
I enjoyed the look of utter confusion she portrayed and had to suppress a laugh. This mortal world was really affecting my personality. "Do tell me, what is your name?" Of course, I did not expect her to answer, but when she did he was astounded by the similarity in their names. "My name is Serenity".
As with Serene, this one's name did not suit her and I was inclined to tell her so. It was too similar to my Serene's. A total contradiction to her nature that was obvious as one of fire and passion, not tranquility. She was shocked when I covered myself in darkness, knowing that if I had continued to keep her mesmerized she would surely end our game. "Till we meet again, my dear" I whispered to her as I cloaked her in darkness as well and she passed out.
I kept watch from the shadows, already having decided that I would not leave her unattended, until a police officer swept past and inclined him to find my little art work along with the detective. Many more followed him after he made a call to their station. It became a large scene just as it had in the park, only this time an ambulance had been called for an unconscious, yet still alive, girl. I made sure that no harm would fall my little pet, if any should happen it would be by my hands.
I kept still and overheard the person in charge about her being taken the central hospital, I followed the ambulance in silence and awaited her transfer, the game had just begun and already I was ahead of the other player. If only she knew what awaited her, if only.
I made regular visits to the hospital while she was kept there, and observed as she slept, how much she looked like my dear Serene. The way she moved and spoke, the way she slept and ate reminded me too much of her to the point that I felt myself being driven into madness. If she were my Serene I would have her back, one way or another things would be put at right. Maybe the world had decided that I deserved more than what had been bestowed upon me, or maybe it was nothing more than a cruel illusion brought to me as payment for my past sins. Either way, I would play this out until one of use ceased to exist on this Earth.
After her release she had continuous escorts to her apartment and work. I scuffed at their attempt to keep her away from me. I could have ripped each limb from limb before they could have blinked but kept myself under check. Serene would not like that, no matter how she was called as of now. Yes, I was convinced that she was my Serene and she would be too.
I picked her favorite flowers and placed them at her door with a little message, she would play my game and in the end I would be the victor with Serene back at my side.
After all the little gift I had placed in her would start to show itself soon enough. As it was the darkness that had once existed inside of her was still there, small but present. That had been what had drawn me to her. She was my Serene there was no other explanation to it. I was not mad, it was not a possibility.
The world was mad, it had been so ever since Serene's departure but now things would go back to the way they were. Serene will love me once more as she did so long ago and together we will finally have the future we always wanted.
I will give her the world and all it possesses if that is what she wants. I will kill those who try to harm her and will put a stop to existence itself if that is what she asks me as long as I have her by my side. And without even thinking the thoughts that I had once tried to bury had been dug up and there was no stopping them anymore nor did I want to.
The darkness I return to her by a simple touch of shadows will make her like me an immortal. She will know no pain but that she could do unto herself and she will know no hunger but that for blood. She will become strong and the qualities I know exist in her will be reinforced and will allow her to do great things if only she accepts them. As it is known that no matter how much you run from fate it always rears its little ugly head at you sooner or later it always does.
I knew that the transformation would be a shock to her and allowed her sometime before I began my little visits. My connection with her had been established and I begun to call to her. She refused my summons so I decided to increase the volume of the callings. I began to feed incessantly, going extremely slow and being sure to transfer the images and feelings to her as much as I could. I knew that she would fight me but her resistance was becoming weaker by the day. I posted myself outside her apartment after meals and called out to her more so. I could tell that she knew I was there and that she was beginning to enjoy my little calls. It was only a matter of time before she succumbed to me.
Misery: Updated 2,673 words…a grand improvement. You know how this turns out in Immortal but bear with me as I edit all my stories. Thanks for reading and please leave a review…love ya
So like it? Tell me but remember no flames. There you go an update finally after my last in November. Sorry but what can I say people never read the author's note in the beginning nor here, so why am I writing this?
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