Chapter 8 To be Damned
A/N: Hello readers. I know it's been a very long time since I've posted. A lot has been going on and this story has just been siting around. I apologize for the long pauses. I will do my best to update more often and when I can.
I do hope you like this chapter. Please, enjoy.
This chapter is credited to Nikon the Vampire as in one of his spin off stories about TCOA called Past Lives has a scene which has driven the chapter. If you haven't read Past Lives or Blackest Night then please do, you won't be disappointed.
About time for anyone telling you off for all your deeds
No sign the roaring thunder stopped in cold to read
No time
I get mine and make no excuses; waste of precious breath
No time
The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
No lies and no deceiving, man is what do you loves
I keep tryin' to conceive that death is from above
No time
I get mine and make no excuses; waste of precious breath
No time
The sun shines on everyone, everyone love yourself to death
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
And I know, I know that I did you wrong
But will you trust me when I say that I'll
Make it up to you somehow, somehow
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
You'll never be loved till you've made your own
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
You never know the top till you get too low
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
A son of a stepfather
A son of a
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so sorry
I'm so Sorry by Imagine Dragons
1771
Leaving Russia was urgent that much was for sure but a little bit of site seeing and tasting the locals was on the list. Belarus, Poland, Germany and Belgium were countries the two sisters hopped around in. A three-month trip stretched into a year before they reached France and long before England. Elizabeth knew if they wanted to keep up this lifestyle then yes at some point a visit with Markus was needed. One thing was future she was not going to see this man every year.
While in Calais knowing that they would have to wait until tomorrow to set sail to the mother country the blonde vampires were at a local café with some French pastries. It's been twenty years since these two have reunited and embark on this journey together. And in the last twenty years even their looks have changed. They looked more mature and with their corsets and lace dresses they looked even finer.
Not much talk was between the sisters and they both mutually did not want to return to England, there was no plan to. This was going to be a one-stop visit, do business and then leave. In the early hours of the morning before the sun rises they would sneak onto a cargo ship for Canterbury and then from there to London.
"Maybe we can see King George," Darla decided to end the silence.
"The man can't even rule the colonies, it's coming undone in the Americas. Last year with the Boston Massacre," Elizabeth started and Darla smirked.
"Only embellishment, colonist." Darla grabbed her cup of coffee and sipped it. "Would you ever consider going to the colonies?" Darla asked as she set down her coffee and Elizabeth turned her head away looking out to the night. "New lands, new people, new money," Darla listed some reasons to go.
"A place of slaves, famine and war," Elizabeth returned her list of reasons and sat back in her chair. "There are spoils to war, the colonies are not spoils yet."
"Then Ireland," Darla proposed and Elizabeth continued to listen. "We go there, see the island, I hear it's greener than anything on God's earth." Darla waited for a response. She was waiting to see what comment her sister would make about Ireland or God. Some times she liked to provoke her little sister. "We'll head to Belfast,"
"Why?" Elizabeth asked. "It's nothing more than a shipyard." She added.
"We'll work our way around." Darla then cleaned herself up and then stood up indicating that they should head to the docks soon. Elizabeth stood up as well looking around in the night and sighed. One thing was for sure once they reach London, speak to Markus then she will do what she can to avoid him until he passes on his death bed.
Markus was older these days. His lush brown hair has already started to show the grey of age. He has aged quite well despite what he endured twenty years ago. He managed to move up in the banking system but ten years ago he lost his beloved wife Daniela, she fell ill and was never able to recover. But he still had his daughter Celia and she looks more like her mother than ever.
"Father," Celia's voice rang out as she walked into the office with some papers. She too was interested in money and banking. He as taught her and in fact she works as his secretary at the bank. Some find it refreshing; others see that a woman should be at home. And a woman of her age should be courting by now. Of course Celia had a few suitors for she was beautiful. She had long curly brown hair, brown eyes and her skin was like that of porcelain.
Markus was preparing Celia for the arrival some of their wealthiest clients. Celia knew of the story and the warnings her father has given her. But until she meets this Elizabeth she wasn't afraid. In the past few years she played in her head over and over how she was going to stand up to this Elizabeth and tell her a thing or two.
Markus has been waiting for Elizabeth for months to arrive and everyday is made him nervous. It was always asking could this be the day? But some how he would know when Elizabeth came into town. He knows it would just hit him like a wall. Until that time the older man was looking over Elizabeth's statements. At the rate she was going and the fact that she was never going to die she could have a huge finical empire of some sorts.
Up stairs in the little home Celia was reading a letter from a possible suitor. The suitor's name was Alex and this man was a little different than the others. He wasn't wealthy but he can provide. As she read the letter again as Alex was currently in Ireland serving in the Royal Navy and would return in another few months. The letter was just an update but it did have some love undertones in it. Celia smiled as she finished it, folded the letter gently and set aside. The young woman then went to her window seeing the first hints of night.
Down below Markus looked out the window and stood up seeing the night was starting and he felt that wall. Markus started to gather the papers and prepare. He started to rush around the office room knowing this had to be the night. He gathered what was Elizabeth's papers and made sure that they were organized. He then began to rush around to make sure everything was ready.
As Markus got the place ready Celia came downstairs and saw her father pacing. She knew Elizabeth had to be around or at least coming. Markus then stopped in his tracks looking to his daughter.
"I want you to stay in your room." He ordered and Celia cocked an eyebrow. "I am being very serious,"
"I am supposed to keep this agreement with this woman and carry out her money. I should be allowed to meet her." Celia was stern in her statement. Markus knew he could try to keep his daughter away but some how she'll get involved. He did not want her involved in this and tonight was going to be the night he asks Elizabeth to keep his daughter out of this. He was going to barging something to keep Celia away from all of this.
The sun had set for the day and the house was quiet now. Markus sat at his desk with the candles burning to give light, the fireplace was lit with flames but was he ready? He sat waiting knowing Elizabeth was going to walk in. Once invited, they can always walk in when they wanted and as of now unless he moves he could never lock his door. Markus just waited and glanced at the small desk clock as it ticked.
Celia waited in her room staring out her window waiting to see Elizabeth. She reached for a cross and held it. She wanted to help her father break free from this servitude but how? She's never met this woman but she could feel nothing but fear from her father.
Markus took in a deep breath and closed his eyes for a moment. Maybe Elizabeth was dead; she was hit by lightening and put out of her misery. That would be a blessing and he could actually quit living in fear. Just then in the silence and crackling fire he heard something. He opened his eyes and standing before him was Elizabeth. She wore a simple silk dress and a light long coat. Her hair was pulled up loosely with small blonde strands hanging around her face.
Markus stood up slowly seeing how her beauty that captured him years ago was still there. She still looks the same, nothing has changed well, maybe something has. She still had her supple beauty, her soft skin but something else was there. Her once soft green and innocent eyes he first looked into were gone. Her green eyes now were fierce, stern; they have seen things. He can only imagine what she has done since they have last seen one another.
"Markus," Elizabeth greeted him sweetly and started to walk towards him. There was a chair pulled slightly out in front of his desk just for her. "You're looking well," And some how Markus felt that was not in anyway demeaning or harsh, she meant it. Markus nodded in the complement.
"You as well Elizabeth," He commented and she smiled. That smile can be deceiving to anyone from the outside. She looked so innocent and sweet. She was small and meek to the naked eye and he knows she uses that to her full advantage. "I see you are alone." He was referring to how Darla was missing.
"This is between two business people, Darla gets bored with this talk. She was never educated in that way." Elizabeth answered meaning Darla was off somewhere in town. Markus then held out his hand letting her know to sit. Elizabeth then walked to the chair and sat down. "So Markus,"
"You'll be pleased to know that you are wealthy," Markus began and then grabbed the papers. "What I am most concerned about is how to keep the money flowing and keep you alive." He went on. "I have an idea about that,"
"Which is what?" Elizabeth as Markus handed her a paper.
"You will need to assume a new name of sorts every ten years or so." Markus sat back in his chair. "Ten to twenty years throws off suspicion. If done right it would appear that the money and income is being passed down to family."
"I see," Elizabeth understood what he was trying to do. This would keep her alive on paper and able to move money, use it and keep people from knowing that she was something other than human.
"I want to establish a new name for you in two more years," Markus then brought up another paper. "It would be as if you were passing on this to a daughter." Elizabeth looked at the prosed name. "The Cantilever name is within it but it gives up the money to Elizabeth Cantilever to Isabel Cantilever Traylor. Your name just adjusted." Elizabeth nodded liking the deceiving nature of this. "Every ten years we will need to do this, new name, a meeting and future growth plan."
"I can only imagine as times change so will this." Elizabeth added and Markus nodded.
"That means our ten years must be on time." Markus answered.
"You won't live forever," Elizabeth added and Markus was planning this out and this was the proposal he had been trying to comprise.
"No, I won't," He then sighed a little. "Which means someone else will have to do this,"
"Your,"
"No," Markus cut her off with a stern voice. "No, let her be, I can find some one else." He knew the quiet and seemingly tempered Elizabeth was about to change. Elizabeth then smiled knowing he had a plan in his head.
"Markus, what happened a long time ago?" She asked and he didn't answer, he didn't have to. "I will keep you safe, you and generations after, I will provide as long as you do." Markus' heartbeat was picking up. "But, I can only provide when there is loyalty, absolute loyalty." Elizabeth then went quiet to let Markus reflect on that. "You and I are building something incredible, we can do amazing things. I want you to see it through the eyes of generations after you. I will keep you safe,"
"Elizabeth," Markus wanted to say more, he wanted to be let go of this burden. Just then Elizabeth leaned forwards, reached out and pushed the papers aside and crawled on the desk. Markus was paralyzed in fear of what was about to happen. Elizabeth reached out and grabbed him by his collar pulling him towards her. He was bracing himself for the worst but was instead met with a kiss. It wasn't a tiny kiss; it was something more and something deep.
Markus closed his eyes meeting Elizabeth's kiss. His mind flashed back to the very first night they were together. The passion, lust and longing they shared was something he wanted again and thought about once in a while. He was her first and he knew that. This kiss though was different. It wasn't the scared, nervous and coy kiss from years ago. This was different, filled with lust and sin. He was kissing a monster a killer. Elizabeth crawled completely on the desk, forcing Markus back to his chair and straddled him never once breaking away.
She could turn him and he would never leave her. They could be together forever and part of her was tempting to Sire him now. She could feel that he wanted it. There was something between them since meeting. The kissing was deep and immersed in lust. There was this desire between them. And while Markus' life was on the edge of a knife this was exciting. He pulled Elizabeth closer to him, Elizabeth took off the coat as he reached down to her dress pulling it up holding her bare thighs. Markus pulled her closer, stood up and laid her on the desk. Without breaking the kisses Elizabeth unbutton Markus' trousers and he pulled her closer to him.
Up in her room Celia heard something like a rustling. What if Elizabeth was here? What if she just broke in and is torturing her father? Celia got up slowly and walked over to a shelf and reached for something. She pulled down a cross and held it close and turned to her door. She slowly opened it and looked down the hall and didn't hear anything, which made her nervous. She walked quickly and quietly downstairs and rushed a little more to the study.
As soon as Celia turned the corner she stopped dead in her tracks at the site before her.
"Father?" She asked and the two bodies on the desk stopped moving. Markus looked up and Elizabeth turned her head facing Celia. She met Celia when she was just a baby and now she was a young woman. She did have her father's eyes though. Elizabeth herself to sit up as Markus turned his head the other way almost shamefully.
"You must be Celia." Elizabeth broke the unbelievable tension in the room. Celia was nearly in tears at what she saw. All these years she was told of Elizabeth and how awful she was and possibly what she was. And now to see her father in the state he was. Maybe she seduced him into that has to be only explanation. Elizabeth then stood before the young woman. "You look horrified." Elizabeth could see it, Celia's eyes were in shock and disgust. Elizabeth then look to Markus as he straightened himself out a little. "Oh," She turned her attention back to Celia. "Your mother is dead and you caught your father with another woman."
Celia wanted to say something but didn't she just look to her father. He stood there looking pitiful and in regret.
"You know, I was with your father long before he met your mother. We had," She looked to Markus knowing he left that detail out. "We were together for a short while. You could say old loves die very hard." Elizabeth continued to stand there. "But Celia, men, all men they lie and they will move on as soon as they can."
"Celia," Markus jumped in. "Please, return to your room." He asked and then Elizabeth looked to him.
"Markus?" She started. "Are you ashamed?" Markus didn't answer as he stood there and Elizabeth waited for answer. "You know before we were interrupted it felt so good didn't it?" Now she was making a fool of him in front of his daughter. "He was just swearing his loyalty to me that's all."
"Celia, please," Markus asked again hoping she would listen.
"What loyalty?" Celia demanded and Elizabeth smiled.
"I can provide," Elizabeth started but Celia was going to listen. She was betrayed and lied to, that much she knew. Her father has told her what monster she was, how she tried to kill her when she was baby and tried to kill her mother. But the woman standing before her was just that, a woman.
"You're just some person for my father." Celia interjected and Elizabeth seeing where that conclusion came from. Markus couldn't say anything right now to make any of this better. "Father said you were a demon and you are."
"I'm part demon," Elizabeth explained but Celia held up the cross. Elizabeth's smile then disappeared.
"Celia!" Markus knew they were now treading into dangerous waters.
"Oh," Elizabeth began to realize something. "You thought metaphorically didn't you?" She now can see why Celia wasn't afraid, she saw Elizabeth as woman most likely a psycho prostitute. Elizabeth started to walk to Celia. She has touched crosses before and they hurt and to even look at one was uncomfortable. She then reached out and placed her hand on it and immediately her hand started to smoke. Celia's eyes widen in disbelief. Elizabeth then crushed the wooden cross and Celia fell back and crawled away to the wall.
"Elizabeth," Markus' voice was covered in a begging tone. In a flash Elizabeth was before Markus and Celia screamed in just how fast she moved. Elizabeth grabbed Markus by his neck and held him up above the ground.
"You all just baffle me." Elizabeth started as Celia began to cry. "I offer and you all just want to take with no consequences." Elizabeth then walked over to Celia while holding Markus by the throat and dragged him. "You have one more chance, swear your loyalty, your family's loyalty until I die and I swear no harm will come to you and yours." Elizabeth laid out the terms to Celia knowing she will be the one to keep the business running.
Celia looked to her father as she had tears running down her cheeks. His eyes were giving the answers.
"Ok! Just leave us be!" Celia screamed out and Elizabeth smiled.
"Good, but I need to be sure." Elizabeth knew better than to be that easy. She brought Markus closer to her and sunk her teeth into his neck as he called out in pain. Celia cried out as Elizabeth fed on him. She pulled away and with a swift move she snapped Markus' neck and his body made a loud thunk hitting the ground. Celia's screams were completely silent as she could not scream. "Oh, that never gets old."
Celia was shaking in both fear and shock at what just happened in the span of just minutes. Elizabeth then crouched down to be at Celia's level and looked to the girl. She then reached out and made sure they were looking at one another.
"Celia, you have a lot to learn about this." Elizabeth's voice was soft. "But I make the rules and you will follow or I'll find a way to make you pay for you lack of trust." Celia's eyes looked to her father's body hoping he would get up to save her. "He's dead, I'm sorry I did that…well…maybe I'm not sorry." Then her face morphed into the demon and form. Celia tried to scream but nothing came out. "Swear to me and you'll be saved." Celia nodded quickly in response, she didn't want to die and Elizabeth smiled. "Good girl." She then brought Celia in for a hug. "Hush, hush, it's all going to be ok." Elizabeth whispered with a smile.
Darla was sitting on her bed waiting for her sister to come back to the inn. She was trying to read but she gets bored with it quickly, mostly because she struggles with it. Just as she sat the book down she looked to the clock and the sunrise should be here soon. Maybe Elizabeth was staying with Markus. Just as she thought that the door opened and it was her younger sister.
"Everything went well?" Darla asked wondering why this meeting took so long. Elizabeth smiled this mysterious and satisfying smile. "What happened?"
"I killed him." Elizabeth was straight forwards and Darla sat up in distress.
"Lizzy," Then Darla got up and rushed to her sister. "You liked our money," Elizabeth then reached out and placed her hands on her sister's shoulders.
"I killed him, it was great, feels like a…burden is gone." Elizabeth then walked away to her bed as she removed her coat. Darla just stood there in confusion.
"So, what?" The older blonde asked as she turned around facing her sister. "Now what?"
"I'm not stupid," Elizabeth answered and again Darla stood there still confused. "He did have a child and…" Elizabeth smiled. "Well, with some convincing and a loyalty pledge we're good until the world ends or we get ourselves killed." Darla didn't look convinced though.
"What made you kill him?" Darla asked as she sat on her bed. "Did he say or do something?"
"Oh, no, he did everything right." Elizabeth answered and that continued to leave Darla with more questions than answers. "He did everything right." The last part faded and Darla knew what that meant, they had sex. Elizabeth has sex with men but she's particular with them, it's rare, she'd rather kill them. "I knew Markus would be loyal to the end, I wasn't worried. Now his little brat of a daughter, she needed some convincing." Darla then got her answer and while her sister's move was bold it was ingenious. Elizabeth sat there with her satisfying smile. "Besides, Markus was getting old, he was still looking as handsome as ever but I saved him from old age."
Darla stood up from the bed still looking at her sister. In the recent year Elizabeth has changed. It happened after she killed her first slayer; a cockiness took over. Elizabeth didn't move she looked directly into Darla's eyes waiting for a response or a lecture on safety. This puts them in a strange place. Elizabeth was putting her faith and trust into a girl they do not know. The only way to make this work is keep fear in her and hope she does not find a voice or an inner strength.
"I hope you know what you're doing." Darla had only this to say and Elizabeth smiled up at her. That smile was the cocky smile, the smile that she feels she owns the world. Darla was just hoping her ego doesn't get the better of her.
"Come, we need to catch a boat." Elizabeth's was giddy and got up from the bed ready to leave the inner country. Killing Markus killed her entire past. He was the same era of her father and now a new beginning could be felt in the blonde vampire. He was the last man that man that broke her and she had gained control.
Darla stood there for a moment longer knowing she would be leaving England for a while. But she would need to watch her sister closer. She's been a vampire long enough to see when you think you are God and can do whatever you want you tend to end up as dust, just the way you came.
The night was young as two blondes stepped off a ship and onto dry land. Others followed in behind them and the sisters looked around the night. They were in their fine lace, corsets and wide brim hats. Elizabeth don her favorite colors black and red. Their heels clicked as they headed towards a carriage that awaited them.
"The state rooms were nice." Darla commented but Elizabeth remained silent with a smile. The sisters left a parting gift in their rooms, two male servants that served their purpose but would not make it to the return journey home. An older man waited for the women and opened the carriage door for them as they got in. Another man followed them with their luggage and placed it in the back. The money was increasing ever so nicely and the two rented a small estate out in the countryside. It was time to see more of Great Britain and the surrounding area, Ireland would be a new place to conquer. The carriage was off to the new place.
Elizabeth removed her hat and pushed back some stay hairs and removed her laced black gloves and set them aside. She then leaned back into her seat knowing it would be some time before they left Belfast and would reach King's County. They were looking for a closer harbor but the ship to Belfast was the only one that guaranteed they would land at night.
The sisters rode long into the night on the dirt roads. Darla looked over seeing Elizabeth was asleep and she decided to look out the small curtain. The very first hints of dawn were going to show.
"There's Mars," Elizabeth jumped in pointing to a small orange star. "It's the easiest to see and Venus is the brightest." She finished and Darla looked to her. "What?"
"You study stars now?" Darla asked and Elizabeth smiled.
"Spent many nights before you came back looking up." Elizabeth answered and sat back in the carriage. "Just hope we make it to the estate soon." Darla then sat back down and pulled out a map and a small pocket watch. She looked at the map but knew she wouldn't be able to make much sense so she handed it all to her sister. "Should be right around the corner."
"So, what should we do here?" Darla asked. "Besides the usual."
The two vampires were safe inside the rather large estate, they could get lost inside it was rather large. Elizabeth looked around the place as most of it was covered in sheets. The master of the place was out traveling with his wife. But the place was fully furnished for them. Elizabeth stood before a covered statue and took the sheet off looking at it. It was a statue of a naked woman most likely Greek in origin. Elizabeth then pulled a sheet off a painting.
"Into art?" Darla asked and Elizabeth shrugged. "What is it?" Darla asked, as it didn't given too much of an image. It was made of colors and brushwork. Abstract art is what you could call it.
"I don't know." Elizabeth walked away down the empty halls. Darla continued to look at the painting to see what her sister might see. But to her it spoke nothing.
The night was here as the two sisters walked the new town together. They have never been to Ireland so for the both of them this was new. You could say they were dressed in their Sunday best as they walked together. As always they would turn some heads where ever they went. They were out shopping for potential male takers for either food or pleasure or even both.
Darla was able to find a possible toy and snack but Elizabeth wasn't up for anything at the moment. Instead she went around the estates looking at the covered paintings. This person had some taste in fine art as she looked at them. One in particular caught her attention; it was a holy man holding a holy child possibly the Christ. Elizabeth stared at it for a moment seeing the colors and attention to details. The brushwork, the lines, the colors all worked telling a story. But unlike the other pictures Elizabeth covered this one back up.
Elizabeth stepped to another painting and uncovered it this time it was a church of some kind. It was an older church though; the white paint was being taken over by time with the foliage and sun. The stained glass was the story of 'In the Beginning' from Genesis on how God created the world in seven days. But if God created man then what created her?
The moans had died down as Elizabeth sat in her room with the huge book named Vampyre was opened. She continued to read it, she wanted to know more about her and where she was from. Elizabeth flipped a page and came to picture that showed a hallowed out man, he was old and looked like the grim reaper. 'When one whispers of death, the hallowed man returns. He is known as Master.' The text read as Elizabeth stared at the picture. 'Old scholars claim he is one of the original vampires as he cannot take full human form. The Master is said that he was the last of the Turok-Han before they were cast to hell.'
Buffy continued to stare at what was depicted as the Master's face, the pure and pale white, what could be considered wrinkles of time, the longer than normal fangs, the red and yellow eyes, his nose was close to his face almost skeleton in nature. Based on the text this was never a man, he was never a person, a pure vampire trying to take on a human face. Elizabeth then closed the book and walked to Darla's room where she was asleep with a man.
Elizabeth walked to the bed and shook her sister awake and Darla's eyes opened slowly looking around. Elizabeth motioned with her finger over her lips to be quiet. Darla looked to the sleeping man next to her got out of bed knowing that's what Elizabeth wanted. Elizabeth led her sister to her room and went to the book flipping the pages.
"Lizzy, it's…late for us," Darla justified and then Elizabeth pointed to the picture of the Master and Darla's eyes widen.
"Is this the Master you were talking about?" Elizabeth asked and Darla looked to her. "I want to meet him."
"Lizzy," Darla's words were just a little shaken. "Lizzy, when you align yourself with the Master, leaving,"
"Why did you leave?" Elizabeth cut her off because she never really got an answer and by Darla's eyes, she wasn't getting one anytime soon.
"He's very powerful and he's been around for centuries." Darla went on. "I left because…I wasn't ready for," Darla trailed off. "I wasn't strong enough and neither are you. If you aren't strong enough he kills you. You have to be strong and elite." That sounded like a challenge.
"I killed a slayer," Elizabeth spoke up.
"Out of pure luck," Darla was quick to added and Elizabeth rolled her eyes. "Why do you want to meet him?"
"What? He's not our Christ?" She asked and Darla sat down looking at the picture of her Sire. Darla reached out touching the picture looking to the eyes that almost burn through the page. "Where is he?"
"Here, there, everywhere." Darla answered and brought her hand up to her lips. "You don't seek him, he seeks you." Darla sat back into her chair. "If he turns you he wants you and if he finds you then he senses a worthiness. I'm not sure what he saw in me or why. But I left."
"What if I want to be found?" Elizabeth asked and sat down. Darla looked a confused, what fascinated her so?
"Something big, spectacular but Lizzy, no one seeks him." Darla sounded worried. "He kills his own children." Elizabeth then sat back. "Why?" She asked and the young blonde didn't have a reason it was just a want. "If he doesn't like you he'll just kill you. He believes the vampires of these times are impure, filth. He chooses his vampires and they are completely loyal to the end, they die for him."
"Then why you?" Elizabeth asked and Darla shrugged.
"He doesn't say why or how he chooses." Was the only answer Darla had.
"What do we need to do be noticed?" Elizabeth pressed on and Darla knew she couldn't talk her sister out of this.
"A massacre maybe." Darla suggested and Elizabeth nodded but that was easier said then done. The older sister could see her younger sister's eyes and knew the wheels in her head were turning. "Lizzy," Darla's face was stern knowing what her sister was thinking. "There's reasons why I left,"
"Why? What are you afraid of?" Lizzy asked but Darla remained quiet as her sister got up and walked away. Darla knew Elizabeth wouldn't let it go and she'll seek out the Master.
Elizabeth was up early today but the heavy curtains held back the lights. She wasn't sure if this manor was an actual manor or an art museum. But one picture held her attention. It was that of the church. She wasn't sure why she looked at but she did. Of course if she destroyed it then she might have to pay for it. But something about it made her think. It made her think back to her own personal beliefs before she turned.
The blonde vampire then sat down in the hall still looking up to the picture, studying it. This church was real, the painter paid attention to details about it. The night sky that sat over the day's light and it melded together. The artist has been painting this church for a while. The place was physical she knew that for sure. At one point she thought God was physical within the church. She thought some righteous man would save her, bring her from the brink, pull her from hell, save her soul.
No righteous man came, a demon did. She wasn't saved from the brink; she died. Nothing pulled her out of hell, she was creating her own. Her soul was not saved; she has no soul. Everything she prayed for, hoped for, wished for, it was never granted by God. She believed in that building painted before her so firmly, with out an hesitation, will all her convictions, the fiber of her being; she believed in it down to the core of her soul. But it never believed in her.
Elizabeth then leaned backwards onto the floor looking up at the ceiling before her. She had spent so much time looking up and never looking at her. She then reached for her gold necklace she stole a long time ago. She has no God anymore; she hasn't had one in a long time. So, why look for this Master vampire? Darla made him sound like he was the god of vampires. But could she blindly trust another false idol? What if this one lets her down too? There could only be one way to find out.
Elizabeth sat up, stood up and took the painting off the wall and needed some questions answered.
Elizabeth was in town with her painting and began to ask some locals if they knew of this church or even seen it. Some found it odd that she was asking, others were polite and simply said no. So as the night drew on and the small town started to turn in for the night Elizabeth still had no answers. So she sat out on a stoop to a shop thinking about what to do next. But the night was not quiet, she could hear an Irish fiddle play. So she got up to follow the music and found a few people just down the road. They were probably the last out for the night.
As the older man played a younger man looked up and smiled at Elizabeth. He stood up, took off his hat in respect and smiled at her.
"Is everything ok lass?" He asked in a deep thick Irish accent.
"Yes," Elizabeth was getting hungry and tired but held up the painting. "I want to know where this church is." She was straight forwards and young man studied it.
"If memory serves me right that the old church in Waterford." The man finally gave an answer. "People say Saint Patrick of Ireland blessed those grounds and within three days a white church in his name rose up." Elizabeth then turned the painting around and looked at it. "I've passed by it a few times upon my travels." Elizabeth nodded and without a word walked away. "Wait, miss," The young man was a little captivated by the blonde. Elizabeth turned around looking at the man.
He had deep brown eyes, dark brown curly hair that reached his shoulders, his skin was fair, he was tall, built, voice rich and deep. Elizabeth studied him up and down and she got closer to him caught his scent and could feel his blood pulsing strong through him. Maybe she should make his night worthwhile.
Elizabeth led the man that she knew gave his name but she couldn't seem to recall or care back to the estate. Once she led him up the stairs and to her room she set the painting down, shut the door behind her, locked the door and stood before the man. She could tell he was both nervous and a little confused so she decided to start this. Elizabeth started to take her own clothes off and he smiled. But she stopped once she was in her slip. He got the cue and started to take his own clothes off and once he removed his shirt Elizabeth walked to him, jumped into his arms and started to kiss him.
The two were deep in sex while Elizabeth drove the session. She was straddling him while this nameless yet handsome man was enjoying himself to the fullest. He looked straight at her and then his eyes began to roll back in pure extacy. Elizabeth smiled knowing what was about to hit him. He began to ride through his wave of euphoria but then screamed.
He tried to push Elizabeth off of him but that only made her sink her teeth deeper into his neck. The pain was overbearing as he screamed for help but nothing happened. He just felt himself getting weak as he tried to fight the blonde off. Elizabeth let go of him and still straddled him as he was bleeding to death. She licked her lips and hands that were covered in his blood and then looked to his eyes. Those deep brown eyes were turning pale. He was trying to ask for help so she gave it to him. Elizabeth reached out and snapped his neck and then she was on her own extacy. That was one of the few times she got off of. Markus and Charles were the few men who could make her climax. This unknown man did and she rode through, fed and killed him and felt alive.
Darla wasn't sure why Elizabeth wanted to see this church so badly. But she'll tag along for the ride as the two were now in Waterford. The sun was set so the two began to walk the town but Elizabeth knew they wouldn't find it in town but outside somewhere. She led Darla through the small quiet town and continued to walk in the field. The church in the picture was just on the edge of the world. In the painting you can see the faint hints of the ocean.
"Why this place? And why now?" Darla asked as she followed Elizabeth through the field. "I mean, there's churches everywhere." This seemed both annoying and excessive. "Lizzy," Elizabeth started to up her pace and Darla picked up her rather frumpy dress and knew if she knew she'd be running through a field she would have worn something a little lighter.
Darla finally caught up with her sister and there it was, the church from the painting sitting there. "Now what?" Darla asked and Elizabeth smiled.
"I burn it." Elizabeth was cut and dry with that answer. But that answer didn't suit Darla much.
"What?" Darla's voice was both angry and tired. "We ran out here to burn a church? A little no nothing church because there are no other churches to do that?" The older sister was annoyed. Elizabeth finally looked to Darla and smiled. "What? Am I missing something?" Elizabeth then started for the church seeing that people were inside as the candles gave them light. "I don't understand." Darla's voice was confused and she continued to follow Elizabeth.
It wasn't a full service, just the priest and about 30 people. It was a dinner and a light prayer service. Although it was completely ruined when Elizabeth walked in with her sister. Darla moved a huge bookcase in front of the door as Elizabeth already had vamped out and began to claim victims.
Darla danced with a corpse in her arms and Elizabeth snapped the neck of a woman and looked around seeing the carnage. She moved onto a small child as it cried in fear. She took out a blade and sliced the child's throat. One man limped to her to try and kill her but Elizabeth stabbed the man in the chest and brought him close to feed on his neck. She looked around seeing the nearly 30 dead bodies laid waste at her feet.
"I love seeing my sister play with her food." She muttered to herself as Darla threw the dead corpse down and laughed feeling a rush go through her. Elizabeth then saw the priest at the alter praying on his knees. Elizabeth made her way to him smiling, he was the last of them. "You call to God?!" Elizabeth shouted trying to break his mind. "He can't hear you!" The priest shook in fear but continued the prayer of Saint Michael.
Elizabeth stood before the holy man got down to one knee and the older gentleman looked at her.
"I pray God has mercy on your soul." The priest looked into her eyes and Elizabeth smiled. She grabbed him and plunged her fangs into his neck and ripped it apart.
"I have no soul." Elizabeth continued to feed on the priest for a moment longer to drain him. She stood up as the priest's body fell to the floor and she walked away. Darla followed her out. Elizabeth then knocked over a candle stand and the flames began to move and take over. Darla removed the bookcase and the sisters left.
From the distance the blondes watch the place burn and Elizabeth looked completely contempt with her work. Darla just had to know why this particular church.
"While that was completely fun, why?" Darla asked looking as the old wood rotted in flames.
"Saint Patrick was there once." Elizabeth answered but Darla knew that wasn't the answer. "To call God you must offer something. I'm calling, let's see if he responses." Elizabeth then started to walk away and Darla realized what this was about. Elizabeth was trying to summon the Master and he only comes when you ask showing something big. The church was an innocent quiet place burned to the ground. Darla though didn't like that Elizabeth wanted to meet the Master. But unless she did then she would keep at it.
Elizabeth walked away with the biggest smile. She'll keep up the fireworks until she is heard by this great Master.
Well, I might have been a way for a bit but I hoped you enjoyed it. No review in the forum but you can still go there and chat. As always comments and reviews are welcomed and appreciated. You readers are awesome. No real sneak peak but the title and chapter song should tell you something. Let me all know what you think, where do you want to see the story go and so on.
Chapter 9 The Throne
Sick of all these people talking, sick of all this noise
Tired of all these cameras flashing, sick of being poised
And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it
Agnus dei, Angnus dei, Agnus die, Agnus die
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Straight for the castle
Oh, all these minutes passing, sick of feeling used
If you wanna break these walls down, you're gonna get bruised
And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it
Already choking on my pride, so there's no use crying about it
Agnus dei, Angnus dei, Agnus die, Agnus die
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Straight for the castle
There's no use crying about it, there's no use crying about it, there's no use crying about it, there's no use crying about it,
I'm headed straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Straight for the castle
They wanna make me their queen
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying that I probably shouldn't be so mean
I'm headed straight for the castle
They've got the kingdom locked up
And there's an old man sitting on the throne that's saying I should probably keep my pretty mouth shut
Straight for the castle
Castle by Hasley