AN: Alright so here's the next chapter for this story. I must say that i've typed a whole load for this, i've gone on and on typing the future chapters and i've found myself quite stuck. Fantasy stories aren't really my kind, but what the hey, i guess i learn. Anyway, here's the new chapter, do read and leave me some comments. Also, if you'd like, you can leave me some suggestions as to what else i can include in this story:) Well, read on!
Chapter 2: Back Again
It was morning and the early sunlight streamed into the top floor of the mansion, finding it's way into the dark room and falling across the sleeping face of a certain man. John turned in bed, throwing an arm over his eyes as the sun peeked into his room. His body was warm and snug in the covers of his four posted bed and he was feeling incredibly sluggish. He didn't want to wake up so soon.
As he slipped back into the grasps of sleep, his mind began to dream once more of ebony black hair, well defined cheekbones and dark eyelashes that fanned over his cheekbones. That's right, he was going to see that man who was trapped in the ice again. It was his only motivation. Shifting in bed once more, John slid to the edge of his bed and stumbled into the bathroom.
He went through the motions of brushing his teeth and washing his face before he stripped the only article of cloth that he had worn to bed the night before – his boxers – off of him and stepped into the shower, closing the Plexiglas door behind him as he turned on the shower.
Cool water washed over his naked body, easing the tension in his muscled from the previous day. He dipped his head into the cool water, sighing in contentment as the water washed away the perspiration and dirt of the previous day's hunt. Reaching for the shampoo he squeezed some onto his hand before he worked it into his hair, the foam and suds building up to a sizeable amount before he washed it off.
Next came the refreshing cool mint of his body wash and John scrubbed it over his body, feeling as the soap refreshed his body. Turning on the shower again his hands graced over his body, washing off the soap now before he deemed himself clean enough and stepped out of the shower, fresh from bath. He grabbed the towel off the rack and wrapped it around his waist tucking the edge in to keep it in place now as he headed out of the bathroom.
John ran a hand through his blonde hair, slicking the wet mess back and away from his face now as he grabbed a pair of jeans and a random shirt out of his closet. Drying himself down, he pulled on the clean clothes and then draped the towel over his head as he proceeded to dry his hair.
Slipping into his boots once more, John was ready, he grabbed his pack from where he'd left it the night before hanging one the balustrade of the main staircase as he headed into the kitchen. The mansion was lonely enough with him living there alone. From the outside it appeared to be uninhabited, a perfect hideout for a vampire hunter like him in times like these.
John grabbed a carton of milk out of the fridge and poured himself a glass of it, quickly gulping it down as he left the glass in the sink, ready to go. Ever since the massive spread of vampires around the earth, the amount of humans had begun to dwindle because who wanted to be mortal anymore when you could be immortal and live forever? Who wanted to be weak and hunted?
Grabbing another stake from the storage and a bottle of blessed water, he stuffed it into his pack and headed out of the house, locking the back door as he went. This had once been a lively mansion, his home as he had known it since young. It was the only thing that he had left to call his. Everything else, had been taken away by the vampires. His family had never really been there for him, only his sister, Harry whom he thought the world of. So when another coven of vampires had come to the mansion and attacked him and his sister and he'd found out that his sister had been lovers with one of the vampires and she was ready to take the change for him, he'd killed her.
He would rather see her dead than have her alive as a vampire. Ever since then, he had lived alone in the mansion, letting it fall into dilapidation in some parts and doing his best to keep the other parts in usable condition just incase he had someone over…which was rarely or never.
John trekked into the forest again, the morning sun filtering through the greenery as he followed the carvings in the bark of the tree. His mind was as usual wandering. At first there had been little known about the vampires, that was centuries back, a mere myth that such creatures existed. Then there was a huge outbreak, the father of it all deciding to create more servants for himself.
Which left John to be born into this new age, where vampires flourished and things had turned into total chaos and dilapidation. Houses were left empty and run down when vampires raided them and in the first few towns that had been attacked, no survivors had been left as he heard. Of course there was the exception whereby a vampire chose a human lover or vice versa and they went off to start a new life together, it had been rare at first and then it had become extremely popular.
John reached for his stake and torch now as he neared the cavernous opening of the cave, turning the flashlight on he stepped into the darkness of it, in search of the vampire that he had been hunting the night before. When he came to the split in the path again he looked apologetically down the right route that led down to the frozen beauty. He needed to complete his job first.
Headed down the left route this time, John tightened his grip on the stake, preparing himself for what was to come. His footsteps echoed off the walls once more and apart from that and the sound of his breaths all was silent. It was pure coincidence when the light of his torch fell across the form of a human body, stretched out across the floor of the cavern. Oh yes, he knew this form. This was the vampire that he had been hunting the day before.
Silently John crept around the body, getting into position, his stake poised. That's when he felt a strong hand grab around his ankle, pulling him down as the torch was knocked out of his hand clattering out of his grasp. Instinctively he grips tight to the stake, his eyes adjusting to the partial darkness now as he sees the red gleaming of the vampire's eyes, the bestial snarl that escapes it's throat as it flips him onto his back, pinning him to the ground and trapping him.
The breath was knocked right from his lungs as he was thrown to the floor, his pack digging painfully into his back now as he struggled in the ground, the vampire towering over him.
"Oh no you don't," John grunted, the tip of his stake striking the vampire across the chest. The holy water, which the stake had been dipped into, searing into the creature's flesh allowing John to force the vampire off of him. They tumbled around in the dirt and gravel for a moment as he tried to gain back the upper hand. His motivation was that frozen beauty, he couldn't die, not now. Slamming the vampire into the rock, John managed to pin him down.
The vampire's strong hands kept their grip on his wrist, pulling him closer, the other gripping painfully tight onto his hip as he straddled the creature. He let himself be drawn in now, close to the snarling vampire's mouth whose fangs were extended.
"You…smell…good…" he heard the vampire snarl as it moved in towards his neck, fangs grazing dangerously close to his jugular. Just before they could puncture his flesh, he stabbed the stake right up, through the front of the vampire's chest, hearing as there was the cracking sound of a rib or two as he twisted the stake.
Beneath him the vampire writhed its eyes widening as he glared at him, "How…" it howled at him as the stake was driven deeper. John cringed, pulling back, he never got used to this. Soon, the eyes of the vampire turned lifeless and the writhing stopped. He looked once more just like a normal human being save for the fangs.
John stood, brushing himself off of the dirt as he went to retrieve his torch. He shone it over the body now as he whipped out his phone, capturing a shot of the scene, he attached it to a message and sent it to Lestrade.
"Job done," he muttered, wincing as he stretched his shoulder now. Bruises from what had just happed would show up soon on his skin, he knew that much. Maybe it was time he took time off his 'job' so to speak. It would be awhile anyway before Lestrade found him another target, or before John got interested in a certain vampire that he would like to kill.
He headed back out the way he had come in and was led back to where the two paths led off. This time, he walked down the right side, back to where he had found the man frozen in ice just the day before. As he walked deeper down that path, his torch once again caught the glint of light on ice and his lips curled into a small smile. This was his little secret, his own private space in the world.
"Good morning," he greeted the frozen man, "I'm back to see you again," he said. John didn't find it weird that he talked to an inanimate object, in fact he found it quite comforting. As the light glinted off the surface of the ice, John noticed that there were small droplets of water that hadn't been there the day before. Also, the enormity of the ice tomb seemed to have diminished, almost as if the ice had melted over night. It had to be his eyes playing tricks on him he told himself as he lifted a hand to the ice, coming away with water dripping from his palm. That had clearly not happened yesterday.
"You look well today," John mused as he stared into the sleeping face, wondering for some reason what colour were the man's eyes if they were to open. "Like I promised you yesterday, I just finished my job so I came over to see you," John said. "I wonder how in the world did you get here though," he murmured, touching the ice. A strong desire for company surging through him. It had been years since he'd had a companion and he desperately wanted someone in his life.
For a month, John diligently went to visit the ice tomb every morning, spending time in the quiet of the cave talking to the man frozen in ice. It was as if he had found a companion, someone whom he could actually spend time with, someone he trusted. He told of his daily life and shared with him what was going on in the world outside. Each day, he seemed to notice that the ice tomb was shrinking inch by inch and for some reason that excited him.
Finally on one morning, John came back again, this time bearing bad news.
"Hey," he whispered as he looked up at the man frozen in the ice, still as beautiful and as lifeless as the first day he had met him, "I'll be away for awhile. I've got a job that's going to take me out into the town area. I've got a house there…" John murmured as his hand went to touch the ice again. This was one job that he had to do no matter what. It involved killing the vampire that his sister had fallen in love with. He had taken years to track him down and now he had found him.
"It'll only be awhile. I'll try to make it as quick as possible," he said his voice ringing with sadness as the light fell over the frozen man. "It's something I need to do for Harriet, well actually it's for myself. I wish I could bring you with me though…" John said with a sigh, "I'll be leaving tomorrow but don't worry, I'll visit you once more before I leave…so don't be sad alright?"
"Don't be sad…" he heard him say from the other side of the frozen tomb, he couldn't reply. "It'll only be awhile…"
'What if awhile meant forever? What if you don't come back?' he wanted to say, 'Don't go…please don't go…'
How could he not be sad when something that he had grown to treasure so much was going to leave him? Even frozen like this his heart ached with a longing, a deep longing to be free. If only he wasn't trapped here in ice. If only he would finally wake up. If only…if only…
AN: Well like i mentioned earlier, if you'd like to leave me some comments about what else i can include in the story in the future, do leave me a comment or you can drop me a PM which ever you'd like! I hope you enjoyed it! :)