Chapter 3 Dearly Beloved
A/N: Well, the song should say it all and if you've kept with the YouTube page for Book 2, it makes a nice full circle. Enjoy my lovely readers.
Love hurts, love scars,
Love wounds, and marks,
Any heart, not tough,
Or strong, enough
To take a lot of pain,
Take a lot of pain
Love is like a cloud
Holds a lot of rain
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts
I'm young, I know,
But even so
I know a thing, or two
I learned, from you
I really learned a lot,
Really learned a lot
Love is like a flame
It burns you when its hot
Love burns, ooh ooh love burns
Some fools think of happiness
Blissfulness, togetherness
Some fools fool themselves I guess
They're not foolin' me
I know it isn't true,
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie,
Made to make you blue
Love hurts, ooh, ooh love hurts
Ooh, ooh love hurts
I know it isn't true,
I know it isn't true
Love is just a lie,
Made to make you blue
Love hurts, ooh ooh love hurts
Ooh ooh love hurts
Ooh ooh, love hurts..
Love Hurts by Nazareth
Elizabeth and Darla stumbled into their little inn drunk and laughing. Morning would be here soon so they needed to turn in for the night.
"How…how much did you drink?" Darla asked and Elizabeth smiled.
"Two…," The younger sister answered but it was way more than two. They did go out to a bar and had drinks and then drank the men that bought them those drinks. Elizabeth then fed off another man before they left. The sisters were more than tipsy. "We need to leave this town, it's dull." Elizabeth stated as she slightly stumbled to a table. The two sisters were in Northern Yorkshire in a small little town.
"You know…we could go to whole other country." Darla suggested. "You've lived here in Europe for so long. Other places are nice." Elizabeth smiled and nodded. "So where to?"
"France…" Elizabeth trailed off. "I've never been and it's that where mum was from?" She asked and Darla nodded.
"I've been to France, Paris, let's go to Paris." Darla sounded like she was going to start packing right away but stumbled to the bed and Elizabeth couldn't stop laughing. The two sisters were too drunk at the moment to do anything but laugh. Soon they will just fall asleep.
The horse driven carriage was at a gallop with in the night with the sisters as they began to head south. They would get to the coast of the English Channel and then get a boat out from Southampton to the coast of France and then to Paris. To get to where they needed to go was going to be about two to three day's journey since it always felt like there were more daylight hours than night. Tonight was a quiet one for the sisters as Elizabeth was reading. Darla knows that her little sister reads because that's probably how she passed by the long days when growing up. But there was no need to do so these days.
"Is that all you're going to do?" Darla asked and Elizabeth looked up. "Read?"
"You have a better idea?" Elizabeth asked with a tone and she went back to reading.
"What are you reading?" Darla asked and scooted closer to the young sister. "The…van…"
"The Vanishing Point," Elizabeth finished. "It's about two sisters."
"Much like us." Darla then pulled the book away from Elizabeth and she was a little annoyed. Darla began to flip through it. "You should read French since we're heading to Paris."
"I can speak and read Latin and French is rooted in Latin." Elizabeth explained and took the book back from her sister. "I'll manage." Maybe Darla was little jealous of Elizabeth because she could read and write. Not only that but she could read, write and speak two different languages. Elizabeth managed to educate herself while in her prison. In between the sewing and the beatings she spent a lot of her time at the local bookstores and libraries teaching herself. It wasn't just to pass time but it was her escape.
Elizabeth then looked up to Darla who hasn't stopped looking her as if she wanted attention. "Yes, Darla?"
"Say something in Latin, something…interesting." Darla asked and Elizabeth put the book down and thought about it. What could she say to Darla?
"Satus es mihi valde molestum." Elizabeth sounded so fluent and Darla smiled.
"What does that mean?" The older sister asked.
"You are annoying me." Elizabeth answered and opened her book back up and Darla's face went from happy to displeased. Darla just sat there started to pout for a moment as everything was quiet except the horses' hoofs clopping on the road. Darla wasn't sure if she would be able to take the silence but the silence was about to go away in a few seconds.
When Elizabeth woke as a new vampire she could hear and feel differently. She could hear everything around her. She could smell things that she didn't think had a smell. Her senses were heighten that she didn't have to react to anything, she could nearly anticipate. Darla was already on it and the girls felt something wasn't far behind them.
Robbers were out at night and as usual they saw a lonely unguarded carriage so to them it was an easy target. The seven robbers slowly followed the carriage and started to close in on it. Depending on what's inside would depend if anyone dies or not. Darla and Elizabeth knew what to do and they felt the carriage stop.
"Come out with anything you might have!" A voice called out. Darla and Elizabeth stepped out of the carriage and the seven men started to smile and laugh under their breaths. What appeared as the leader walked closer to them with a sly evil smile. "What are two young girls doing out here all alone?" He asked as he scanned them up and down. Elizabeth and Darla didn't say anything to him as the rest of six men started to close in. "You carrying money? Jewels?"
"No," Elizabeth spoke up. "Just us." Again there were small laughs.
"Still might be a treasure." The leader then reached out to Darla and brought her closer. "Keep quiet and we'll let you two live." He laid out the offer while another man went to grab Elizabeth. He grabbed a hold of her forearm but when he looked straight to her eyes his own widen. Elizabeth's pretty, young and innocent face turned to it's demon form. Before the man could let go and run Elizabeth forcefully grabbed him from the back of the head, then yanked his head to one side and started to feed. The man screamed in pain.
Darla punched one man down and then reached for another to feed. One of the men didn't wait around to see what was going to happen so he fled. One man stood off to the side and the remaining two men charged to the girls. Elizabeth let the first man fall to the ground and her face was cover in blood while the other two charged at her.
She punched the first one hard enough that she heard his neck snap. The other man she charged at, grabbed him and slammed him to the ground. She was still hungry so went straight for his neck and he screamed in terror and pain. She only fed for a moment and then to silence him she snapped his neck and his body went limp. Elizabeth looked up seeing Darla was done with her meal and the last man alive groaned in pain. Elizabeth stood up and her demon face returned to normal along with Darla's.
The man rolled over looking up to the girls. Their mouths and necks were covered in blood and he started to shake in fear.
"Who, who are you!" His speech was in a tremble and Elizabeth smiled and with a quick, swift and hard kick her foot met his face. His jaw cracked and his left temple was kicked in. He wasn't dead but with his injuries he'll die soon. Elizabeth made her back to the carriage followed by Darla and without much of a hitch the carriage was off and they were back on the road. Elizabeth just grabbed her book and began to read again while Darla was going to change.
The sun had rose and the two sisters were in the darkest part of the woods in the carriage asleep. Well, Darla was asleep while Elizabeth remained awake. The giant book title Vampyre was opened and Elizabeth decided to research what she is now. She had a little candle next to her as it was raining outside providing the darkness they needed. That was the beauty of Europe, rainy days.
'In most cases, vampires are revenants of evil beings created by a malevolent demons of the old world. The first of the vampires were never in human form, they remained deformed reported as bloated in appearance, and ruddy, purplish, or dark in colour;' Elizabeth read through the page. 'These are the purest of vampires, although rare there have been sightings claimed by theologians and the common folk mostly near the River Valley where most believe life began.' Elizabeth then flipped the page to read on. 'The belief of vampyres in all cultures have been confirmed although they come in different names. Over the centuries the pure vampires began to change in form being able to blend in with the human world by night. One can tell an older more pure vampire by their deformity such as paleness, longer digits and eye colour. More modern day vampires can look perfectly human. The first vampire to achieve this was Lilitu or known better to the Jewish people Lilith. She was turned some where between third to fifth century B.C. She managed to keep human form of a beautiful woman. She used this and prayed on young children mostly boys, luring them to their deaths.' Elizabeth smiled a little bit. 'No known theories or possibilities of her human years have been recorded. During her reign her body counts is anywhere between two hundred and eight hundred. Around the start of the second century of A.D. Lilith has disappeared. Many theories surround her disappearance such as death by hunters, possible misfortune such as sunlight or death by the Chosen One.' That last part, Chosen One, suck out and Elizabeth knew to keep that in the back of her mind. 'Another theory is she still lives on in hiding waiting the day to return. My theory is that she may be gone from this world by ill fate but for every dead monster another will rise.'
Elizabeth closed the book knowing she needed to sleep but she wanted to know a little bit more about this Lilith and who she was. Not only that she wanted to know the author of this particular book. She looked for the name but there was no name just and initial that looked faded, R.V. That was all she had on the author. So she set the book aside, blew the candle out and rolled to her back thinking. From the reading vampires are old and it looks like they can live to be very old. And so far for enemies they didn't have very many except this "Chosen One." Maybe this person was dead.
Another day of travels was here once more and Elizabeth felt bored. Why couldn't they just be there already?
"Oh, Lizzy have you've kept up with the rebellion happing in the colonies?" Darla decided to start up a conversion. Elizabeth looked up to Darla wondering what she was babbling on about. "The New England Colonies, a rebellion is starting. After the whole Iron Act of last year those colonies have been in an uproar."
"Since when do politics interest you?" Elizabeth asked as she sat up feeling a little twinge in her back. She needs to sleep more. It's been a while being a vampire but she still can't keep the vampire hours of sleeping all day and partying all night. Aside from that it's her human memories keeping her up. According to Darla that too shall pass and when she does sleep it'll be nothing but a black abyss.
"Because when rebellions happen sister, war starts and we get in enjoy the spoils of that war." Darla answered and Elizabeth just has to roll her eyes and sigh. "What's wrong with you today?" Then Darla smiled. "It's that boy from London isn't it?" And because Elizabeth didn't say anything to confirm or deny it Darla knew she was right. "We've been gone from London for almost a year now and you're still thinking on him?"
"More about our money." Elizabeth tried to brush off. "If we are going to travel to another country I suggest we check our money."
"We can, London is on the way." Darla smiled knowing Elizabeth wanted to see Markus. "You should just turn him." Elizabeth then looked back to Darla. "He could be our bodyguard, young, strong and handsome." Once again Elizabeth rolled her eyes and turned her away. "Lizzy, not all the men we face have to be food, they can be for pleasure. We do get to experience that, the lust, the excitement all the things you probably went to confession before…oh…right," Now Darla was taunting her sister. "Markus was the first was he not?" Elizabeth didn't say anything. "It gets better, see if he wants to join us and then it will get better."
"No Darla," Elizabeth sounded annoyed once again.
"I know what father did to you, he did it to me too." Darla knows what happened, how it made Elizabeth feel. "You feel disgusting, and…" Darla couldn't finish it. She can inflict the worse kind of pain but this was too much pain to relive and feel. What Henry did has damaged them both. If they were humans and found suitors and those suitors learned of the molestations, no one would touch them. "What we are now, we don't follow that rule, and if you do decide to take Markus, those rule do not apply."
"So, what we can find true love? Turn the one we want?" Elizabeth asked.
"Sort of, if two vampires do decide to commit, they commit for all eternity." Darla answered. "We mate forever, that's why I am single still; I like the freedom. But if you're ready for it then who am I to stop your happiness." Elizabeth barely knew Markus though. They share one night together. Of course she felt what it must have felt like to be loved even if it was for a night.
The London lights were in the distance as the carriage made it's way through the city. The sun had just set for the day and the blonde vampire sisters were back home. London wasn't a place they wanted to be in but it would be a necessity for the time being. The small carriage pulled off to the side of the road and the two sisters got out facing the bank. Hopefully Markus would still be here but most likely he was home but it wouldn't hurt to try as they went to the doors and of course they found that they were locked.
Luckily the sisters knew where to find their financial advisor and headed out. But instead of taking the carriage they walked enjoying the cool air. While it was nighttime the city still is in a hustle and bustle and it will remain so for the next few hours. As they continued to walk in their courtier dresses. In reality their mother was a countess prior to marriage so these two do hold a rank. Just as they continued to walk Elizabeth stopped in her tracks and looked to a steeple.
The church that Elizabeth had prayed in for so long for safety and peace and the same church she burned down last year was here. The church had been rebuilt, it seemed to have the same structure but it was much newer. She took a moment longer to look at the place that had failed her and then continued to walk. Darla continued to stand there looking at the church and then saw her little sister was getting ahead and went to catch up.
After walking the sisters made it to Markus' house with the lights on in the windows. The night was still young so he should be awake. Then Elizabeth caught Michael in the window. He still looked the same from last year, handsome. Darla could see a small twinkle in her little sister's eyes. But that twinkle was snuffed out before it even had a chance. Darla looked to the window and not only was Markus there but another woman and in that woman's arms was a small baby.
Darla looked back to Elizabeth and the younger blonde sister had yet made a move of any kind. She continued to stare at the window seeing the family. Markus took the small baby from the woman and started to rock the infant while the woman smiled. He moved on, he made a family.
"Lizzy," Darla whispered but it seemed as if Elizabeth was somewhere else and she was. She was thinking about that night she and Markus shared. He said he would wait, he said he would be right here waiting. Elizabeth then headed to the house and Darla wasn't sure what was about to happen but it couldn't be good. Elizabeth made it to the front door and knocked and now waited.
It only took a moment and the door opened with a man standing there. He had a smile as he was facing the other way but when he turned to face the visitor the smile disappeared and his face went into shock.
"Elizabeth?" Markus asked and she stood there. Markus wanted to be happy but at the same time he was shocked. "When, when did you get back?"
"Tonight," Elizabeth answered and Markus nodded. "I was in northern England and now I'm off to Paris, needed to check on some things here." Which was all true. Markus nodded.
"Tomorrow we can sit down and go over everything." He insisted but there was this strange thickness between them. It was awkward to say the least.
"How long did you wait?" Elizabeth asked and he knew that question would happen. Markus gave a sigh and looked behind him and stepped outside closing the door a little.
"I waited," He insisted as he looked to her. "I did and…I did not get any word from you." Markus justified as Elizabeth listened.
"What's her name?" Elizabeth asked and Markus sighed.
"I love her and we barely knew one another. I will help you Elizabeth but…I have a family, a wife." Markus finished and Elizabeth nodded. Just then a woman's voice called out to Markus meaning it was time to go. Elizabeth barely spoke a word but in her head there was so much going on. "We'll discuss this tomorrow." Markus then opened the door and slowly shut the door for the night. Elizabeth continued to stand there at the doorstep. If she had been human she would be crying but not one tear fell not one tear even formed. But what was forming was something else. A fire of rage was getting bigger. She was lied to, she was used and once more she felt like a piece of flesh, an object.
Darla waited for her sister and then looked up seeing Elizabeth coming her way. Elizabeth's green eyes were on fire knowing the situation was going to increase. Markus got married and had a child. It was rather…normal. He might have waited but the sisters were gone for over a year and no Elizabeth never contacted Markus since that night. If anything it was all in the moment, something could be felt but it fizzled out just as quickly as it started at least for Markus. But for Elizabeth something was brewing and it was going to boil over soon.
Elizabeth walked down the dark street in a storm. As human, she would have likely curled up in a ball and cried herself to sleep. She would feel pain and probably disgust. That's not the feeling she has now. It's the feeling of being used, of being hurt, of being tossed out. No, no this was some other kind of feeling. It was some type of fire, something was burning, the rage of hate. But why should she care? Why should she even care about this one man? What was supposed to happen? He agrees to be turned, they become forever lovers, they live as immortals together? That didn't even seem to work. In all honesty that's not what Elizabeth wanted.
So why was there is rage? She didn't want Markus, she didn't love him, they barely knew one another, just a mere one night together is what they had. So why? Elizabeth stopped walking and looked to her left seeing a man in the alley. She needed to end the rage or at least suppress it for the moment. She charged at the man and he had no idea what hit him as Elizabeth bled him dry. By now Darla caught up to her sister as Elizabeth finished and let the limp body fall to the ground.
Elizabeth looked to her older sister, her mouth cover in the dead man's blood. Elizabeth wiped some of it off on her sleeve and she waited.
"That didn't help." Elizabeth admitted and Darla had small smile forming.
"If it was him…it would have." Darla walked closer to her little sister. "You were betrayed baby sister even if you didn't love him or it wasn't meant to be. He used you and he moved on. It hurts." That was the only way to describe this feeling. Darla then began to circle Elizabeth. "What you are feeling is call revenge Lizzy and you want it."
Elizabeth then made eye contact with Darla. "You had that feeling before with father and the church you just may have no known it." Elizabeth then looked off into the streets. "You can take that revenge and the most beautiful part of it is..." Darla got closer to Elizabeth whispering to her. "You don't have to kill him." Again Elizabeth looked to her sister as Darla smiled.
Markus was at the bank today and was alone at the moment. He was going through some documents when he swore he saw a shadow. There was nothing in the doorway though. He took out his small pocket watch and the afternoon was still ticking away. He should start to wrap it up soon. Markus went back into work but something was unsettling him. He looked around his office seeing that he was alone but he did not feel alone at all. He felt like he was being watched. Markus stood up from his chair and looked out the window seeing the dark and rainy day. A flash of light broke the sky and then he felt it again. Markus fiercely turned around and once more was alone but he couldn't help but shake the fact that there was some one in the room with him.
Markus walked briskly to his desk and started to gather his belongings. It was time to go, he knew he couldn't stay here, something wasn't right. Markus packed his small bag and usually he would clean up his desk, make it neat, push the chair in but not this time. He fled his office and hurried down the hall to get home. Markus made it out the front doors and stood there seeing that it was raining hard today. He held up his small umbrella and started home. But once more he couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.
Markus made it home and looked around the dark and quiet home. His wife and daughter were at his wife's mother's home for the week. The house only seemed empty but he could feel it, someone was here. Markus walked slowly around the place and then heard the piano being played. Markus followed the individual keys being played and saw Elizabeth sitting at the instrument.
"How did you get in?" Markus demanded and Elizabeth continued to play and looked up.
"You invited me, remember?" She asked and continued to look to the piano and then reached for the sheet music and turned the page. "I use to know this one," Elizabeth pointed out. She continued to play the soft melody. "I could only hear the music in church, had to teach myself on a dirty floor with stone drawn keys." She continued to play the church melody. "Come to think of it, this might have been the last song I played," She went on as Markus stood there listening. "I think it was…before I burned the church down." Markus' eyes widen as Elizabeth continued to play. Elizabeth closed her eyes swaying a little as she in the music.
"See, from his head to his feet. Sorrow and love flow mingled down. Did e'er such love and sorrow meet or thorns compose so rich a crown." Elizabeth sung and Markus felt his heart racing. Something wasn't right and something deep down told him to run. Then the music stopped as Elizabeth continued to stare at the sheet music.
"You…you…" Markus seemed to stutter. "Why the church?" He asked and Elizabeth stood up.
"Because there is no God." She answered and Markus' eyes widen. "If there was, there would be no war, no suffering, no betrayal…we would all be happy."
"Elizabeth…" Markus knew something was troubling her and he needs to apologize for what had happened. "What ever it is you suffer, what you suffered I am truly sorry," But before he could even continue Elizabeth was in front of him in a matter of seconds and shoved him to the wall.
"You're sorry?" She asked in the softest tone. "What are you sorry for?" She could hear Markus' heart racing and she could sense his fear. "I'm not sorry, I've been sorry for absolutely nothing," She then nuzzled a little closer to Markus. "I haven't been warm in over a year." She then felt Markus tremble. Elizabeth reached for his hand and then placed it on her chest. "There's nothing to be sorry for." Markus looked to her. "Can you feel that?" She asked and he almost said yes meaning he could feel her heart beat but all he felt was her cold chest. "What's there to be sorry for?" Markus then pulled away from and stumbled a little.
"Who, who are you?" He stuttered some more as she stood there. Elizabeth walked over to him and before he had time to react Elizabeth grabbed him by his tunic, shoved him against the wall and held him up. His feet were dangling off the ground he looked down to Elizabeth.
"Why are you sorry?" She asked once more. "You don't even know do you?"
"It was just one night." He thought that's what she was talking about.
"No, no Markus there's more than that." She then lowered Markus but instead of letting him stand on his feet she forced him down so he now had to look up at her. "It's not that we slept together, or that you forgot about me and moved on. No," She could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "It's all of you. You all did this." He wasn't understanding what she meant. "I begged, I pleaded, I asked for mercy…and you never gave it."
"What?" Markus asked still not understanding.
"I'm going to punish you Markus." Elizabeth went on and Markus felt a flood of fear hit him. He didn't know what she was but he knew she held the power right now. "You get to be the one even if you don't deserve it and others do. I didn't deserve what I got but I was punished anyways." Markus closed his eyes as Elizabeth leaned in resting her forehead to his. "This will hurt and this will scar you. I want you to know my pain and if you live, I'll grant you pardon." He then felt Elizabeth lips on his and it lasted for a moment and he noticed his knees were now on the ground. Markus opened up his eyes looking around and he was alone. He got up and started to make sure all the windows were locked, all the doors were locked. He then ran to the kitchen and grabbed a knife keeping it close to himself.
Again just like before Markus didn't know what happened but he was thrown across the room and hit the wall. He looked up with a blurred vision seeing Elizabeth walking to him. He went to stab her but she stopped him and he felt her strength. He couldn't move his hand and then Elizabeth back-handed his face. He dropped the knife and Elizabeth kicked the knife away. Markus laid on the ground as Elizabeth stepped over Markus and then straddled him.
"Hey," Elizabeth grabbed Markus' face slapping his face a little. "It can't be finish that quick. I'm no where near finished." Elizabeth declared. "Come on, we have lots to do."
Daniela and her young daughter Celia were finally home after a week trip. Daniela opened the door to the small cozy house and but stopped dead in her tracks before she moved further in. Baby Celia gave a coo as Daniela looked around. The place was in a wreck as if someone broke in. Daniela took a few steps inside looking around the dark place lit only by the sun's light that forced it way through the curtains.
"Markus?" Daniela asked in a soft whisper and then gasped as she made her way into the kitchen. She found Markus tied to chair and gaged. His face was covered in sweat and blood and there were cuts all over his body. "Oh my God," Daniela was in tears as she rushed to him. Celia may be a baby but even infants can tell when their mother is upset. Daniela removed the gag, which was a balled up cloth and tosses. "What happened?" She asked.
"Daniela, just take Celia and run ok, just go," Markus managed to get out through the pain, thirst and starvation.
"Oh, no one's leaving." Elizabeth came out from the shadows.
"Please, let them go." Markus begged and Elizabeth smiled. Daniela held her daughter close as Elizabeth walked passed them and sat on Markus' lap.
"I need some…insurance before I leave." Elizabeth continued to sit there. "Daniela," She looked to the young woman, she was maybe sixteen or seventeen. "Pretty name, Spanish right, for Danielle?" The young woman didn't answer. "And Celia, very pretty name for a very pretty baby."
"Whatever you want, just take it." Daniela stated and Elizabeth stood up and held out her arms. Daniela started to cry knowing what Elizabeth wanted. Markus too started to cry not knowing what was going to happen to his infant daughter. Daniela didn't give up Celia but she knew if she tried to resist then this woman would kill her. Elizabeth took Celia into her arms and smiled. She's never held a baby before and she started to sway with the small child.
"She's so little." Elizabeth smiled and turned around facing Markus. "I could kill her so easily." Daniela began to cry and Markus was breathing heavily.
"If you want to kill me then do it but please spare my daughter." Markus begged.
"I should kill you. Doing so would keep your daughter safe." Elizabeth agreed. "But I'm not, I have a whole new job for you and if you do it right and proper, Daniela and Celia live." Elizabeth bent forward a little to be in Markus' line of vision. "Do you understand?"
"Yes," Markus replied with no hesitation.
"Good," Elizabeth smiled and continued to hold Celia as she paced the room. "My money, you will make sure it grows, you do what is needed to keep it safe. And until I release you or die, your daughter, your granddaughter, your great grands and so forth, you serve me."
"You plan on living that long?" Daniela asked and Elizabeth looked to her and her face morphed into her demon self. Daniela then fainted.
"I do." Elizabeth then looked to Markus. "You will make sure I look very much alive and don't worry, I think you'll be able to find me and keep me up to date with my riches." Elizabeth then walked over to the fainted mother and set down the baby next to her. She then walked to Markus straddling him one last time. "Again, until death do us part." She smiled and leaned in for a kiss. Markus struggled not to kiss her but it was impossible to do so. Elizabeth stood up and then forced Markus over to the floor as he was still tied to the chair. Elizabeth giggled as she began to leave the house but this won't be the last time she sees this family.
And now the fun begins right? I hoped you all enjoyed this chapter. Yes, we will see more torture later, thought I ease into it first. But now you know how Buffy remained rich after all these years and if you read Blackest Night by Nikon the Vampire you'll recognize the name Celia. Also lots of hints about the slayer but we have a few hundred years before we even see Angel again. No forum posting today. I think you all know what this chapter was about, don't piss off Elizabeth.
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Chapter 4 The Vampires
"Who are you!" A voice demanded and Elizabeth turned around seeing a man, a priest standing there. Elizabeth smiled standing there. "Who are you to come here?"
"I go where I want." Elizabeth answered. "I do what I want." She then walked to a woman and without any warning she snapped the woman's neck. The group of people screamed in horror.
"We have done nothing! We have done nothing to deserve this!" The priest yelled at her but that was going to do nothing. Elizabeth then walked to man and did likewise. But this time as she turned to the priest she let her vampire form come through and that began to cause hysteria. "The beast," The priest muttered and then he reached for his cross holding it out.
"Oh, come now," Darla walked to everyone. "We're going to play a game. You," She looked to the priest, "against her." She then looked to Elizabeth. "If you win, we will leave in peace, you lose well…we burn this place." The village people all gave a low cry of fear. "Face her, put down your cross, face her with your faith. Your faith against hers." The priest was trembling as he held up the cross. Elizabeth then walked to him and reached for the cross. Touching the holy relic burned her hand and she almost backed away. She managed to rip the cross from the man and tossed it away. Elizabeth then punched the man and he went to the ground. The people of the small village all cried.
"Get up." Elizabeth demanded to the man. The priest looked to his people as they were waiting to call to God to help them, to save them.