Chapter 6: Drunk In Love

The floor in the entrance to the Abattoir was tainted with blood. An eerie silence inhabited the room as I took cautious steps, not daring to breathe. I had this twisted feeling in my stomach, but I couldn't control my legs. They brought me forward into the court, in spite of my screaming instincts. I knew I should run away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. By the time I had entered the court, I let out a gasp. Of course, there were bodies on the floor. It seemed like there were always bodies involved every time I had a vision.

But I knew these bodies. I recognized many of them from Marcel's gang of vampires. Roxy was there, along with a guy named Marcus and a rocker named Leslie. I crouched down and reached to brush a red strand from Roxy's hair away from her face with a heavy heart. But, as I touched her hair, my hand went straight through her.

"It's been a long time since we did something like this, brother." A heavy british accent said behind me, and I froze in my crouch. I had heard that voice before. "If only you'd realize how good of a team we are. Perhaps we wouldn't have so many enemies then." I turned around slowly; not expecting what to see. Two men were standing in the middle of the room; I was surprised I hadn't seen them before.

"I only did this because it was necessary, brother." The dark haired one said. The other one, presumably his brother, flashed him a wicked grin. Disgust rose in my stomach; I didn't even think about how handsome he was.

"Indeed. Marcel should learn his lesson; he might have been king of this town before we arrived, but no one can beat me." The younger man said, the lamplight reflecting on his light brown, curly hair. He turned around, and I expected him to see me. But his eyes fastened on something behind me.

A jolt of electricity shot through me as I studied his face. I hadn't seen it entirely when he had been turned away from me, but I could see it clearly now. He had a strong jaw and sculpted cheekbones, and his lips were a work of art. He looked like a Greek God. But something dangerous flickered in his eyes; he was like a predator, ready to pounce on his prey.

"Oh, don't look at me like that, brother." He told the other man, who was drying the blood off his hands with a handkerchief. "I warned him to leave peacefully. Whatever happened after that is on his hands." The younger brother's lips turned into one last grin before the scene faded away.


I woke up silently, to my surprise. On the other hand, it hadn't been an extremely terrifying dream either. It had been unsettling, of course, but not terrifying. I tried to close my eyes again and fall back asleep, but all I could see was the wicked grin on that man's face.

After about half an hour of tossing and turning in my bed, I therefore got up. I knew I wouldn't be able to fall asleep alone. That vision might not have been scary, but God knows what vision I would get next. I wouldn't risk it. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants and freshened up a bit in the bathroom before silently leaving the room.

As soon as I opened the door, soft tunes of music filled my ears. I had been about to go to Marcel's room, but I stopped in my tracks and looked down from the balcony. Someone was playing on the piano in the corner of the large room, and the music was breathtakingly beautiful. I tip-toed down the stairs as silently as I could, and watched the man play as if he was in a trance. But of course, being a vampire, he heard me and stopped playing.

"Please don't stop." I said, but he didn't turn around. "Thierry, right?" I added, and he turned around and nodded at me. I remembered him from the breakfast I had with the vampires. He had been one of the few who hadn't laughed at me.

"What were you playing?" My voice was still hoarse after sleeping, but Thierry gave me a small smile.

"Something I've made up on my own." He reluctantly admitted, and I gaped at him.

"Really? It was absolutely amazing." I told him with an incredulous look. He blushed and turned around on the stool again. I sat down in one of the armchairs and waited a couple of seconds before opening my mouth. "Can you please play it for me again?" Silence. I was sure that he would leave, and slumped deeper into the cushion with disappointment. But then I heard the soft tunes again and closed my eyes. The minor keys made me feel melancholic, sad and mourning all at once. I found myself wondering what made Thierry felt those things. And I shouldn't have opened that window, because I got my answers through my sixth sense. I saw Thierry with a woman, and they were clearly in love. They were laughing, and her skin glowed in happiness. Then I saw another scene, where they were both sitting around a table in some kind of botanic garden. The woman blushed at him before moving her hands in the air. All sorts of leaves spread on the table suddenly started floating higher and higher into the air.

"Your girlfriend's a witch?" I said before I could stop myself. Thierry stopped playing and an eerie silence settled between us. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry… It's just that I can't control my visions just yet."

"It's alright." Thierry answered slowly, and I got up from the couch to walk over to the piano. "Yes, she's a witch."

"That music is about her, isn't it?" I asked him softly, sitting down next to him on the piano chair. "Why is it so sad?" I added with a frown.

"She's getting older and older. She will grow old and die, and I won't." He answered, and I was amazed at the fact that he was sharing these things with me. I guess he assumed that I would find out anyway.

"Can't you make her a vampire, then?" I felt ashamed at meddling in his private life, but as always, my curiosity got the best of me.

"If a witch becomes a vampire, she loses her powers." Thierry admitted, and his blue eyes met mine, filled with sorrow. My heart stopped. I had never considered becoming a vampire, but now… What if my powers also disappeared if I became one?


Thierry went to bed about half an hour later, after playing me a couple of more songs. But all that was going around in my head was a single question; Would I take the risk of becoming a vampire to get rid of my horrible visions? I would be immortal. I would never grow old. Never have children.

Well, at least the last statement wasn't a big deal. I have always hated children, and I have known since I was five that I don't want to have children in the future. But then there was that slight fact that I would have to feed on humans… Drink blood. The mere sight of blood made me nauseous. How on earth would I drink it, then? Disgusting.

But could I really live with those atrocious visions of mine for the rest of my life?

I tip-toed to Marcel's bed silently, smiling at his sleeping form. I walked up to him and stroke his cheek softly. He truly was beautiful. Everything about him was beautiful.

"Juliette?" He mumbled suddenly, slowly opening his eyes. I gave him a small smile and swallowed the lump in my throat. "Did you have another vision?" His voice was filled with worry as he sat up and caressed my hand softly. I leaned into his touch but shook my head.

"I have something to say, and I want you to listen to me first, before you start freaking out." I told him, looking into his eyes, which had the color of melted chocolate. I leaned toward him and kissed the crease that formed between his brows.

"Of course." His voice was hoarse, but calm. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes before opening them again.

"I want you to turn me into a vampire."