The life of a vampire.
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Chapter One
A new beginning
The days have passed like weeks, my back aches from the constant slumber. I slowly open my eyes, darkness greets them where am I? My mind asks itself as I stare blankly at the dark abyss in front of me. I reach out one stiff hand and find it confronted with a solid surface above me what's this? Puzzled, I feel around me, sure enough my hands meet the same surface all around me. Shaken a little, I try to sit up; my head collides with hard wood. I fall back gasping from the slight pain shit!
Outside, I hear crying, girlish sobs pierced my ears as I strained to hear what others where saying;
"I'm sorry Tifa, I didn't think anything was wrong with him. He seemed ok to me." Came the familiar voice of John.
More sobs, "I don't blame you John." Tifa reasoned through tears.
I…am I dead? Realisation soon dawns on me as I lie there in my wooden prison.
Panicking now I try to push open the lid. I bang on the formidable wood with such force that huge cracks form making a indentation. I hear Tifa scream as I punch the remaining wood away, my knuckles bleeding, covering the wood with crimson stains.
I sit up and stare at them, eyes burning from the sudden light bombarding my vision.
Tifa stares at me, her eyes red raw from constant rubbing and hair tied back in a scruffy ponytail. Her amber eyes drift over me warily as I slowly climb out of the hateful coffin that was my resting place. She lets out a slight whimper as I draw nearer.
John stares in horror at my face, a twisted savage grin now distorted it. Red eyes glistening in the dimly lit room of the basement.
"So," I say eyes flicking over the two before me, "why have you brought me here? The place where the nightmares torment me, the place where you first found me, Tifa." I look to her now for the explanation but she says nothing, eyes downcast, tears rolling down her sweet face. I look at John, disgust showing in every feature of my face, I laugh, "so, John, why am I hear? Do I look dead to you?" I was losing my patience. I storm over to him and grab him by the collar of his filthy shirt, he shivers under my grip, a smile replaces my snarl.
Tifa tries to pull me off but I through her to one side with one swing of my now fully functional arm, and then the hunger came, like a craving, I want blood, fresh and flowing. Large fangs slide out from under my cold, unfeeling lips and an evil grin spreads across my face. I look over to Tifa, passed out cold on the floor, "hmm looks like we are all alone eh John? Perhaps we should have that coffin for you?" he shakes uncontrollably with fear, his large gut wobbling comically as he blubs something about his family and not being ready to die but I don't hear him, the thirst for blood rings too clear in my ears.
I yank his head to one side, he screams making the experience more pleasurable. I bare my new fangs with delight and sink them deep into his flesh, blood splashing all over my face, warm and thick. His screams turn into cries of anguish as I begin to suck him dry of his life, blood covering his body and mine, spilling onto the floor. Finally, his screams stop and I pull away, content with my feed. I watch his figure fall to the floor and land crumpled in the pool of sticky blood, now staining the floor.
His eyes are open, staring at me accusingly. I stumble back, my senses finally returned. I stare at his body in horror as I realise what I had done, I had fed on my own friend and killed him without even knowing what I was doing.
I feel my teeth and find them back to normal, the claws that were my hands, had now been replaced with a human hand and the usual golden claw. I run my hands through my sleek black hair and find that it was much longer now, nearly halfway down my back hmmm maybe I do need a haircut. I look around to find Tifa sprawled in the floor, her long hair sprayed out around her face, making her look more beautiful.
I walk over to her and look her over for any injuries, none. I scoop her up in my arms, her limp arms around my neck, head cradled in my arm.
I walk out the room, looking once more around the room. My eyes soon cast over the grim sight of John's body, I shudder. I place Tifa back down and walk over to the bloody figure. I easily lift up the lump of lard over my shoulder and walk over to the coffin I was once held within. I hawl him into it, the wooden sides creak and bulge from his overweight structure. I cast one last look at his ghastly complexion and hideous blood covered neck with two large puncture wounds, I grimace and slide a lid over the top. Next I place a huge stone over the top, just in case I think to myself grimly.
Then I turn and find Tifa staring blankly at me from the doorway. Not knowing what to say, I approach her slowly, she shifts to one side, as if letting me pass. I reach over to her and stroke her face. One single tears slips out of her amber eyes as I embrace her speaking softly to her, "everything's going to be ok, I'll make sure of it."
I hold her tighter as she whimpers, eyes now closing. I lift her head up to face me and I see in her eyes my reflection, though it is not me but the person that I have become, and yet I feel no fear at this 'new person' now staring at me for it is who I am, I have to accept it.
She looks down in discomfort but I bring her back up again this time covering her lips with mine.
My hands trail down her back, I scoop her up into my arms, breaking the kiss. She stares up at me, confused but content as I walk out of the room.
Darkness consumes us as I walk down the passageway which smells of decay and other horrid smells that I fail to distinguish.
I come to the wooden staircase, covered in grim and riddled with rot. The welcoming smell of food being cooked upstairs invades my nostrils, Tifa squirms until I set her down on her feet, "I left the oven on," she whispers hurriedly, looking embarrassed with cheeks flushed bright red.
I watch her with slight amusement as she rushed up the creaky staircase, up towards the kitchen.
Emerging from the top of the stairs, I see her darting around the kitchen, turning things off and on, replacing empty jars and the like. Only when I enter the room does she notice me, she looks at me with a surprisingly calm expression covering her pretty features.
I stare dumbly at her, not believing her sudden change of mood.
"Vincent," she says walking over to me, eyes drawn to mine, "there is something I have to tell you."
The next thing I new I was sitting on the soft couch in the living room, my head was so numb with confusion that it had no memory of ever walking there to the sofa.
Tifa sat next to me, looking at me with concern, I stare blankly back. She sighs and continues, "about what happened downstairs, I understand now, why you are alive again."
I'm not sure if you can call this being alive I think to myself in disgust at the mere mention of the subject but I look at her indifferently and reply, "I'm not sure what you mean, Tifa. I don't recall ever actually dying."
She stares at me un confusion then realisation spreads on her face again, "of course you wouldn't know…" she whispers, addressing herself more than me. She looks back at me and smiles, "I know what you have become, Vincent, John told me the job you had taken at Kalm. Killing vampires was it?" she says it which such seriousness that I find myself unable to reply.
I search my mind for something to say, "I don't think that is any of your concern." With that said I stand up and straighten myself. She stands up too, "you're a vampire Vincent!" she screams at me suddenly, her anguish and sorrow showing clearly through the broken wall she had built to hide it, "but there is something that you should know about me…" she trails off, leaving me standing there shifting my feet.
Author's note: sorry I left it like that but I wanted to create some suspense lol. Anyway it's longer too so that should make up for the abrupt end. Still more to come with Tifa's secret and the like. Plenty more gore to come, lovely jubly (winks) ;op if you have any ideas for the next chapter feel free to let me know.