Tale of a Demon
As I left my readers craving new tales of the vampiress Batrese, a new tale is bred, a far more evil & sinister one.
The Hellspawn, as you know, stole the soul & heart of the vampiress. Safely tucking her heart away in a little wooden box, til he needed her again.
Now is the time to share the name of this character with you. I have chosen to call this demon, Blade. He choses to be seen as an attractive, young man, quite charming actually. A true wolfe in sheep's clothing. ~grin~
So it begins shortly after the Betrayal of her coven that our vampiress suffers the unspeakable demise. Blade knows the coven dispursed into the night in all directions. He had no immediate idea who went where. He needed to be alone to think about Jessica. He began to feel strange inside, as though he missed her. Even though he had served out his evil deed, (which usually made him happy) he felt different about this. He had developed a strong fondness of the vampiress. He knew deep within his black heart she could have served him well. Maybe that is why he kept her heart so close to him. He gazed at the box, gentle memories of her soft lips washed through his mind. Softly a breeze moved through the room, startling him. He took a deep breath, mumbling how strong she was. Her strength was transcending death.
He threw himself back into a heavy mahogeny chair that looked much like a throne. He held the box with her heart in it, recalling their shared moments. Knowing within him, the only key to releasing her soul back to him, was to spill his blood upon her deadened heart. She would come back, whole again and far more sinister a creature. He toyed with these thoughts constantly.
Autumn seemed to last forever that year, he thought. It was her favorite time of year as well as his. He walked through the decaying cemetary while watching a breath-taking sunset. My how lovely it was, he thought. He wondered what Jessica might have thought of it had she had the chance to have seen a sunset. He thought how lonely she must have felt sometimes, not being able to view the dusk in its beginning beauty. He had seen many beautiful things in his travels throughout the lands, affected many lives and hearts. Only this time did he feel different.
Resting on a crypt, he lit a cigarette, carefully inhaling as if to savor it. His dark eyes darted around for any onlookers. Presuming he was safe & unnoticed, he laid back & relaxed.
Another breeze blew tranquily through the trees, making a harmonious sound. He deeply inhaled the scent of autumn. His darkened eyes fixed again on his surroundings, blocking out his escaping thoughts.
Crushing out the cigarette, he lept to his feet, throwing back his cloak. He strolled into the darkness, drawn yet restless. He thought he heard footsteps just behind him, but no one was there. He faintly heard a voice...but could not determine the direction from which it came. His heart felt like it was going to burst, it beat so hard & loud. Just then he stumbled into a young woman, to which at that moment he knew the force that was driving him. His eyes locked onto to hers, then briefly he saw the vampiress' eyes. He thought he saw the Countess Batrese, but the truth--she was his would-be victim. The girl was helpless to his force he rapidly bestowed upon her. Killing her instantly in a fit of blind rage, he then ran into the thickness of night.
He ran until breathless, stopping momentarily. His body was soaked with blood, his face wrenched with confusion. He wanted her back, but was questionable of her fate. Would she stay with him if he brought her back...would she be grateful?
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