Elizabeth - July 16, 1947
I had just got done eating lunch in my bedroom. Usually, I do most of my hunting at night because if I'm in the sunlight too long it bothers me. I do not evaporate into the sunlight like the vampires in the movies do. Anyway, I didn't know what to do with my day, so I went to go see a movie and I found a poor lonely soul there, named Leonard, who had just found out his wife was cheating on him . He was so devastated after finding out, so he decided by doing his favorite leisure activity, which was going to the movies, what take his mind off it. Little did he know, however, that the picture he was going to see had a love story in it. Making him think of the relationship he thought he had with his wife, he began to cry. Me, sitting a row directly behind him, took pity on him and we began talking. I then asked him if he wanted to come with me to the Cortez to have a few drinks. He agreed and once we got there he ended up having one whiskey too many and ending up getting very drunk.
So, It was easily to convince to go up to my room with mean and I told him to forget about that cheating wife his and that certain things can't last forever. One thing then lead to another and be began to make love. Once I was starting to get tired of it, I slit his throat and he bleed to death. James' maid Hazel, then came into the room to remove his dead body, which she then threw down the hotel's many shoots like she has been doing with dead bodies for people that both me and James have been killing. She also cleaned the bloody sheets, which she gets a kick out of doing for whatever reason, and she replaced them with clean ones.
Men like Leonard are usually the ones I feel the most sorry for, they're usually all alone and never know who to trust, but if I don't drink enough blood, it can cause me to lose my strength. Vulnerable men are the most easiest one's for me to get my hands on, but the non- vulnerable men have trouble resisting me as well. I haven't heard nor spoken to Whitney for a few days. She left pretty abruptly after she saw me drinking from that jerk's dead body in the hallway. She even acted very strange before all of that happened, when she changed her mind about having sex. She never even had the opportunity to tell me because she quickly changed the subject. I think that maybe she doesn't want to tell me the whole truth anyway and now I don't think I'll ever learn the truth because she'll probably never tell me because I think she has probably at this point made her mind that she wants nothing more to do with me. I have a feeling, I might never be able to see her beautiful face in person ever again.
I know it's only been a few days since I have seen Whitney, but I miss her tremendously and I can't get her out of my mind. Even the movie that I found Lenard at was actually her newest released picture, "Tales of Suspense". As a matter of fact, right now I am sitting at the bar reading the latest copy of the Screen Times, which had Whitney on the front cover of it. Inside there were pictures of her on the set of the movie she was currently filming, as well as publicity photos, and some professional shots. Some even included her husband Calvin. I couldn't stop looking at them because it made me feel like she was here with me. I can even hear her calling my name, "Elizabeth!" I imagine her saying it in a tone that sounded like she was craving lust and attention. At first I thought I was imagining her saying this, but I clearly wasn't, because once I looked up from the magazine she was sitting on the stool on the left side of me. She then told me, "I came back to finish what we started the last time we saw each other." I then smiled a huge smile and hugged her (because there were way too many people in the bar right now, and I felt that a kiss would be too inappropriate). I then replied to her in a cheerful tone, "Baby I thought I'd never see you again."
"Don't you think for one minute that the reason why I haven't spoken to you was because of your secret." Whitney answered. "I have just been too busy filming scenes for my newest picture. We ended up filming way too many scenes that we needed to yesterday, so they just gave us the day off. I couldn't stop thinking about you, that's why I decided to come here because I wanted us to finish up what we started." Something in her tone of voice tells me that she may be upset about something and had possibly even cried because her mascara appeared to be bit smeared. I didn't question her about it just then and there because I was way too thrilled to see her.
"I couldn't get you out of my head either, dollface."
"I could see that." Says Whitney looking down at the magazine which was still opened to the pages with her pictures. I couldn't believe that she decided to come back and that I was sitting here staring at her pretty face. She truly did look like a porcelain doll, with a fairly light complexion, her honey blonde curls that fell to her shoulders, and her gray eyes which would change different shades of blue depending on the type or amount of light that is exposed on them.
Before anyone could catch a glimpse of the one and only Whitney Frost being in the bar, I finally came out with, "Ok, Sweetheart, let's go upstairs now." Whitney gave me a quick nod and her and I got up from our stools and headed towards the elevator. The whole elevator ride up to my floor, we didn't exchange any words to each other. Whitney just gave me a sad stare. Something is wrong. I can sense it greatly because my kind can strongly detect when someone's true emotions or if they may be in danger.
We finally got up to my suite and went up the stairs to my bedroom and shut the door. I noticed that Whitney's eyes were fixed on my curtains. She then asked me, "Are those curtains closed because the sunlight can kill you?"
"I'm not like the creatures in the movie, the sunlight wouldn't evaporate me, it just bothers me that's all. I try to take naps in the day though. Anyway let's get down to business."
"Alright." She replied starting to take off her own clothes, instead of of me taking them for her like we would do in our normal routine. Whitney started with her dress, which looked pretty easy to slip off. She then removed all her undergarments on her own as well, with the exception of her bra which she let me do since she was "having trouble" unclipping it from behind. Once she was done undressing, she sat down on the bed in a total nude. She then looked up at me giggled all while saying, "Well, Elizabeth are you going to take your clothes off, we don't have all day here, now do we." I had know idea why she was acting like this. Why wouldn't she take off her clothes? Why is she making take off my own as well? Is she afraid that I might hurt her. Though, I was completely disappointed with Whitney's peculiar behavior, I did what she said and I took off most of my clothes with the exception of my bra, which I had her take off for me because I did the same for her. When she did so, she did it slowly and circumspectly, which I found particularly odd. Whitney then pull down the covers and sprawled her body across the bed. I then hopped on top of her and pulled the sheets over us. I slowly began humping her and touching her, starting with her hips and I made my way up to her breast, cuffing them both in my hand. She must have really enjoied this because she was moaning while I was doing all this. I started to speed up the rate of my humping, but I didn't do it that hard. She moaned even louder. This whole time I realized that Whitney hadn't been returning any of the favors because her hands were completely at her side and she remained completely still. I however, worked my hands and lips up her neck and her face. When I went to kiss her lips, I ran my fingers through her hair and when I did that, I discovered a large cut on her forehead.
"Whitney, honey what is that?" I questioned. After noticing that I had discovered this horrific cut, Whitney finally moved her hands to cover it up, a while nervously muttering, "It's nothing."
"What did he do did he hurt you?" I asked, referring to her husband. I gently removed her hands from her face, which I'm surprised she let me do, so I could have a closer look at the cut. After further examining the cut, I was able to realize that the liquid seeping out of her forehead wasn't blood, but something else, a black colored liquid. Me out of all would be able to tell the difference between blood and something else.
"Whitney, what happened to you? What is this stuff on your face?"
"It's the zero matter." She finally admitted as tears began to roll down her cheeks.
"You mean that substance you were trying to_" I then paused for a minute and hopped off Whitney. I am starting to come to the realization she must have gotten this cut the night of the explosion. She must have been there at the when it happened. "Oh my god… You were at the lab at the time of the explosion weren't you?" She nodded her head in a quick response. "So, what was said in the newspaper was a lie, like I suspected it could have been?"
"Yes," she quietly responded. "Everything was made up, Dr. Wilkes causing the explosion on his own, him being a Soviet spy. The only thing that was completely true is that he was there trying to take the zero matter, but it was most likely for a different purpose. The story was fabricated, so that way my husband wouldn't look suspicious for his campaign, especially since a death, just occurred at Isodyne due to the zero matter itself."
"How did this all really happen then?"
"After you dropped me off, I took Cal's car and drove to the lab, like I told I was going to do. When I got there, I caught Wilkes removing the zero matter from its original container and putting it into a smaller one. I told him to put the container of zero matter in a nearby case and give it me, but he didn't comply, so threatened him with a gun. That, wasn't enough to scare him off, so two us began to fight over the zero matter, until we made our way to the balcony and we lost grip over the container and it fell over. The container broke and the zero matter came flowing out. The zero matter is a type of substance that doesn't have a gravitational pull, so it began to rise in the air and expand its shape. The ball of zero matter then began to let out huge gusts of wind and Dr. Wilkes and I began to run for our lives. The zero matter's strong force of energy ended up pushing me through the wall. It must have consumed Dr. Wilkes in the process. With my landing, I must of scraped my head, and the zero matter thought probably thought that it would be a good place for it to take refuge in."
After she finished, I looked at her with total astonishment after what she had just told me. This was truly a lot to take in and I didn't understand that well, merely because I'm the one who isn't the scientist here. However, I do know why she didn't want have sex with me a few days ago, she was probably nervous that I would discover this cut on her face.
"So, what you're trying to tell me is… is that this zero matter or whatever you call it, took a hold him and swallowed him up whole, and now it's inside your body?"
"Precisely, at least that's what I'm theorizing."
"So, what do you think actually happened to this Wilkes?" I asked with a bit of a confused look on my face."
"I'm under the assumption that when the zero matter consumed him, I think it lead him into another dimension or realm."
"Fascinating!" I responded sounding impressed, even though I didn't fully understand what she was talking about.
"Wait, there's more," She interrupted before I could comment on the topic even further. She had very distraught look on her face and started to cry a bit more heavier now. "I lied to you earlier, when I told you that the studio let everyone have the day off. The truth is that I went there earlier this morning. While, I was in my dressing room getting ready for a scene that we were going to shoot first thing, my director Kenneth came in to tell me the studio heads were looking to fire me, but that he had tried to convince not to, which resulted in them changing their minds. So, to thank him for sticking up for me, I hugged him, only to discover that he was looking to seduce me. After that he tried to kiss me and when doing, so he accidentally pushed back my hair and he discovered the crack. Horrified with what Ken had just discovered, I was afraid that he might go and speak to the studio heads and tell them to reconsider keeping me, I prevented him from leaving by grabbing his arm. When I did so, the zero matter flowed from my veins into his, and it began to flow out of his mouth and started to suck him up whole. The matter then fully wrapped itself around Ken and absorbed him completely. The matter then made it's way back into my body by drawing itself back in through the palm of my hand! I'm a murderer, I killed another human being!"
"Honey, it wasn't your fault!" I reassured her by putting a hand on her shoulder. What she had told me now makes complete sense why she didn't want to touch me earlier when were having sex. "That bastard deserved it anyway!"
"Says the woman who kills people for survival." She joked.
"Does your husband know about any of this?"
"No, you're the only person who I've told and I would like to keep it that way. Cal doesn't even know about this crack on my head, if he found about it I might lose my acting career all together, and if that happens he won't win this campaign and I'd be the one he would blame for it happening. Most importantly he wouldn't view me as beautiful women he once fell in love with and he will divorce me and that will end my career as a scientist! Besides how could anyone love a monster as hideous as me!"
Whitney then looked up at me and gave me a look as if to say that she was truly sorry and that she was willing to take back what she just said. She probably knew that I would never judge her for that mark on her face because of what I am. This doesn't change the way I feel about Whitney as a matter of fact this imperfection makes me love her even more. It actually makes her more beautiful in my eyes.
"You don't lack beauty, you lack commitment. You're more beautiful now than you ever were up on that silver screen."
"How would you know, you're a monster in disguise, I'm just a monster. With all that has happened it's as if some sort of curse was brought on to me only because I wanted to study a substance that I discovered, so I could make this world a better place."
"Whitney, darling, what you have isn't a curse, as a matter of fact it's just the opposite, you were blessed with a gift. Maybe this zero matter is in you for a reason. Maybe it was put there for you to get a better understanding of it and how to utilize it. If you discover how to control this power, if you want to call it that, you can use it to your advantage and use it stop those who get in your way of you and your further study of the zero matter and any other of your future scientific endeavors. And as for Calvin, stop letting him treat you like a puppet on a string. Think about yourself for once and do what's best for you. Be whatever you want to be. There's one thing that I know that your scatter-brain husband is probably too blind to see, everyone has two selves, what the world needs them to be, compliant, and the shadow and Whitney if you ignore that your life will be forever suffering."
Whitney's tears finally came to a halt and she gave me the most sincere smile that she has ever given since we have been seeing each other. She then replied with a slight nod, "Thank you, Elizabeth for that amazing advice. I think I'm definitely going to take it."
"Good, that's what I want to hear," I said smiling back at her. "As a matter of fact let me be your first lab rat." I then sat up on the bed and stretched out my arm for her to grab.
"Elizabeth, I couldn't_I don't know how to control this yet. What if I accidentally kill you too?"
"That's why it's called an experiment," I told her. " You don't the results to it unless you try it for yourself."
Looking pretty fearful, she sat up and said with a complete sigh, " Alright, If you insist."
She then grabbed my arm in a really tight grip and it didn't hurt one bit because my kind is much stronger than the average human being and we don't feel as much pain. However, nothing happened, the zero matter didn't go from her veins into mine like she said it would. She then closed her eyes to see if it may do the trick and still nothing happened. With no luck, she let go of my arm.
"Maybe my kind and other species might be immune to it." I joked.
"You actually may be right about that," she tells me nodding her head. "Or maybe it could be a contributing fact of why nothing happened just now."
"Well, I advise you to do as many experiments you need to, in order to discover what causes this to happen, so that way you can discover how to control it and hopefully use it."
"I will do just that." She responded with yet another big smile.