Children on the Night
Every night Merope would come into the woods to meet her demon lover. Many of those nights would be filled with passion and lust. Others times Merope wanted to know more about Leviathan then just physically. "Tomorrow night, I'll show you my world," he said. As tomorrow night came, Merope didn't find Leviathan but, something else.
While walking in the woods dressed in black, she saw a light that she remembered in her childhood. It was about a yard away from her, appearing and disappearing in the trees. It was the same orb of light as she remembered only it was singing:
I've been a martyr for love
And I will die in the flames
As I draw my last breath
As I'm close in on death
I'll call out your name
As the light was singing she knew it wasn't the angel she saw as a young girl, its voice was feminine but, still she followed it. The light didn't seem to care it was being followed, more likely it welcomed it. As she followed the orb it was still singing.
I've been a martyr for love
Nailed up on the cross
While you've having your fun
As the damage is done
I'm assisting the cost
She didn't know how long she'd been following the light. Only entranced by its seductive melody.
I knew what I was letting myself in for
I knew that I could never finish the score
Merope heard a scream near by that was full of pain and anguish. "I'll….I'll make you….a deal! Take….her….instead of…..m-me! She tried to….bite me!" As she got closer she heard a laughter so sinister it made her shiver. "Why should I do that? Perhaps I prefer you," said the voice, its tone so deep and threatening as if it came out of the gates of Hell.
I've been a martyr for love
I need to be by your side
I have knelt at your feet
I have felt your deceit
Could leave if I tried
As the woods got a little thinner, she saw the tortured and the torturer. Never in her life had she saw something so frightening. The tortured was a fat man wearing black trousers with thinning hair which was dripping with blood. He had hooks everywhere on his fat tender flesh. The hooks and the chains were coming out of a gold and black box, a puzzle box.
I've been a martyr for love
Tortured every hour
From the day I was born
I've been moved like a pawn
By the greatest of powers
The torturer was between a monster and a man. He was pale as death wearing a black leather armor and cassock. His eyes were blacker then the night itself, the face and head decorated in silver pins. If pain was a person it would look like him. The fat man whimpered, still trying to make a deal. "Don't take….me. Take her, she's a vampire!" He pointed his stubby fingers at the woman bound to a tree. Merope could see fear in her eyes. How could she be a vampire? They don't feel anything, she thought.
Once her thoughts broke away from the girl in question, the light was gone. She turned to look for her guide, only to find it hovering near by the pin headed demon, singing.
I knew that I would have to suffer in vain
Aware that I would never outgrow the pain
Merope was scared for the light. She thought the demon would harm the poor creature. Out of fear for the light or her being a women she ran out of her hiding place, only to be pinned down to the ground. "What do you think you're doing?" asked Angelique, her voice alarmed.
"He'll hurt it! He'll hurt the light!" said Merope feeling panicky. As she said this the light, the demon and Angelique laughed as if she told the most hilarious joke in the world. By then they let her stand up getting the better view of them all. Angelique was wearing a black almost see though dress. The pinned headed demon was eyeing her lustfully. As Merope looked at the demon more closely, she recognized him instantly. "Elliot Spencer?" she gasped. "How?"
The demon took his eyes off the woman he desired and smiled knowingly at her. "He opened the box and I re-made him, Mimi," said Leviathan. Merope turned around to see her demon lover with the accused vampires. She was on her knees looking down. "Her! Take her! She's one of the undead!" screamed the fat man. The girl looked up with tears in her eyes, protecting through a gaged mouth. Leviathan smiled, "I believe he's right, Xipe." Leviathan only put a hand on her shoulder then her body began to sparkle like diamonds. Merope was amazed by her beauty.
"How could she be a vampire? Vampires aren't….like that," said Merope, doubtfully. As a young girl she remembered reading Brom Stoker's Dracula and watching a moving picture called Nosferatu and none of those vampires sparkled like a fairy. "Believe me, child, this is indeed a vampire, " he said, jerking her up to her feet. "They should thank me for making the legends up for their kind. The false stories protect them from humans but, I said nothing about my kind. Xipe Totec…Angelique"
The pin headed demon straightened up. His human nature to respect authority still with him. "Take the girl with us and the fat one too. I believe there is a use for them." Xipe Totec and Angelique did as they were told and dragged them both to hell. Once they were gone, Merope looked to the box. It was re shaping itself to its former state then it flew into its master's hand.
"Would you like to come with me, Mimi? I'll share with you things that no mortal has seen or heard. That's if you want to come," said Leviathan. Merope turned to her lover, feeling happy and afraid. Leviathan walked up to her, kissing her lips. "Don't be afraid, I'll make sure no one will harm you." At that moment, Merope made her decision, "Yes….I'll go. Just as long as I come back."
Leviathan smiled, "Of course" even though he had the power to deny her that promise he kept his word.