For a vampire to be suicidal sounds like a straight up oxymoron, no? After all, we technically died already. If I say the pledge, I have trouble finding my heart, since I can’t feel anything.
So why am I standing on top of this building ready to jump? It won’t hurt me. I’m not unhappy. Depressed, maybe, but after living so long in the dark, it’s hard not to be.
I sighed and stepped off the ledge. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind that made me laugh hysterically. When a vampire tries to commit suicide by jumping off a building, does someone notice and scream for help? Then, the image of me, laughing like a madman, falling to my demise which isn’t my death, made me laugh harder.
I landed on my feet like a cat pouncing on a mouse. I stretched, my spine stretching and cracking. My feet burned a little, but it barely bothered me. I yawned and my canines lengthened and retracted, stretching as well.
I’m not a goth, not a emo, and defiantly not a vampire wannabe. I smirked at the thought. I wore dark clothes. Baggy jeans and hoodies. I prefer them to the Victorian gowns that I was used to so long ago. I felt hunger stirring in my stomach and located the nearest night club. I walked at a slow pace, taking my time, surveying my surroundings, smelling the sweaty smell of my soon-to-be prey. I didn’t get card checked. It paid to be friends with the bouncers.
Heat surged through my body as figures moved together as one I inhaled sharply as the smell of lust registered thick. I maneuvered through the crowd, zipping down my hoodie to reveal a sexy top, and shaking out my hair. I heard gasps around me and I felt the burning stare of female eyes. I made out with the closest girl I could find. The one buried under the lust. So much so, she didn’t know where she was. I moved to her neck, listening to the frantic pumping of her blood. I gave a coy lick and her body shivered. The men gave out calls and eyed us hungrily, their arousal skyrocketing. It was too much and I bit down hurriedly, drinking like someone who was lost in the desert for the past year. Men’s blood was laced with testosterone and ignorance, while women’s was just…wicked. Flavored by jealousy and hate. Distrust and self loathing.
I took what I needed and licked the wound, watching the puncture wounds heal completely. The girl slumped against the wall and walked out of the club. Dawn was approaching. I zipped my hoodie back up, ties my hair up, and flipped the hood over my head. The chill hit me like a smack, but it effected me little through my diamond hard skin. I slipped into the nearest alleyway and climbed the building. I moved over the rooftops easily.
The cemetery. That’s exactly what I was aiming for. I grinned and leaped into a treetop. The leaves barely rustled. I crouched perfectly still, listening to the air around me. The park was empty except for a drunk, asleep hobo. Daylight was on it’s way. I could feel it. The crypt’s door’s swung open and close; creating a creaking groan and clash. I slipped inside and opened the coffin. I trailed my fingers across the inscription inside and laid my head back. It was a pretty hectic night, and now was the time for rest.
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Night. It embraced me in a welcoming hug. I yawned and stretched. It was show time. I slipped soundlessly out of the crypt and proceeded out of the cemetery. Being a vampire wasn’t fun, especially when you were poor. Most people pictured vampires as rich beings, but for me, that wasn’t the case. Maybe other vampires, but I didn’t linger on that fact. I was more like a bum than an elegant vamp. Don’t get me wrong, the Victorian age, I was a princess. But, you give up a lot for love. I just happened to give up a little too much.
After walking three blocks, I realized I was being followed. Which meant whatever it was following me, it wasn’t human. I would’ve sensed it immediately if it was human.
I led it into an alleyway, and spun around to face the presence. Only, there wasn’t anything there. Just black darkness. My eyes formed slits as I looked around. Then, an arm came around my neck and breath was hot on my ear. I struggled, but whoever it was, was strong. “A pretty little lady we got here, no?” a voice whispered, hoarse.
A palm pressed into my neck, cutting off blood supply. And since I had a very little supply of blood, I fainted easily.
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I awoke in a nice room. Which was odd; because this was totally nicer than my crypt. My eyes narrowed and my lips curled back to show my fangs lengthened. A chuckle came from the corner of the room and I spun around, on full defense. “Who are you?” I growled.
“Introductions will come later, I just want to know what you’re doing in my new city. The society said this was clear of hunters. And yet, you’re here. Explain this to me. This…mistake.” came from the dark corner. The voice sent chills down my spine. This person, well, this person wasn’t happy I existed. Who was? Not even my own mother was happy about my birth. And she was even unhappier when I preferred activities meant for boys over the girl activities, like drinking tea and being silent.
“Last time I checked, this was my home. And I didn’t know anybody needed to be aware it was my home. So the question is, who are you? And why are you invading my home?” I snarled. The presence cleared his throat.
“I guess now is the time for introductions.” he replied and stepped into the light. Vampires are beautiful creatures. It’s our hunting mechanism. No one is enchanted by an ugly person. And nobody wants an ugly person nibbling on their necks. But the man who stepped out from the darkness took my breath away. Not that I needed to breathe anyway, it was a habit. Think tall. Dark. And handsome. He had light and dark emulating from him at the same time. I’d never seen anything like him before. He was super pale. Whiter than a cumulus cloud. With striking black eyes. But what made him most unusual, was his hair. It was a mix between black and white. Only, not like a cow. More like a wolf’s fur. “My name is Rafe Altair Gial. Demon.” he said and bowed like a medieval gentleman.
“Aphrodite Lydia Ellmaria. But I go by Essence. Aphrodite is outdated by a couple thousand years.” I replied, mocking his bow with a curtsy. The demon smiled and sat in the chair across from me. He had, ironically enough, a devilish grin. “So what kind of demon are you?” I asked, trying to make small talk, though talk, any kind of it, wasn’t my strong suit.
He pounced on me and pinned me to the couch. I tried to get away, but his arms were like steel that kept me to the couch. He leaned in by my ear and breathed, hot and heavy. “A very, very scary one.” he whispered. Then he proceeded to lick and nibble on my earlobe. The feeling of pleasure surged through my body and my back instinctively arched into his touch. At this Rafe let out a low growl and pushed away.
His look was startling. He seemed…surprised. He turned and dashed out the door. If I had been a normal human…well for one, I would most likely be dead, or not here. And two, I wouldn’t have seen him leave. He moved so fast, even my super vampire eyes could just barely make out the blur of his departure.
When I left, it was pouring rain. I pondered at the expression, ‘raining cats and dogs,’ thinking the human mind was weird. The wind blew right past me, and I could just barely hear a soft whisper through it. “Little Prince.” Is was I could make out; and a chill passed through my body.
The wind had whipped up, the sky had grown darker, and the ground had begun to seethe with cold. I proceeded back to my crypt. After all, dawn was approaching fast, and I didn’t have time. That’s another humorous concept. A vampire not having enough time. We did and didn’t at the same time. And where else to sleep all day than a grave, after all, the best neighbors were the ones who didn’t disturb, and the dead weren’t real partiers.
I pulled off the top and laid down. Very carefully, I pulled the thick stone top back on top and let the darkness consume me. I knew what happened when we slept. We died. Only we didn’t just go in a death like state, we died. Our bodies looked identical to a corpses. It helped if a human discovered us. And it wasn’t because we’d burn up in sunlight that we didn’t go in it. To be caught in the day would be a huge amount of trouble. After all, people notice a corpse on the sidewalk. And they kind of freak when they see a normal person walking, an then a corpse that looked like it had been dead for several hundred years.
Nighttime came only too soon and I arose, stretching out my arms and legs, feeling the stiffness go out of them. Only, when I looked out of my crypt, I noticed I had a visitor. It was the same guy from before, Rafe. I walked slowly out by the gravestone he was perched atop of. He didn’t seem to notice me though. I was just about to speak up, when angel wings spurted from his back. I stood, agape. Angel wings are said to be the most beautiful things anyone will ever lay eyes on; looking at Rafe’s made me beg to differ.
The once white hadn’t turned black, but was a dusty brown. And instead of great huge wings, they were smaller, and twisted. It looked like someone had taken them and twisted them, causing them to look deformed, and when he tried to stretch them out, they didn’t stretch very far, and it looked painful. Though, no matter how horrible they looked, I felt the need to touch them. My hand slowly extended forward, and just when I brushed the coarse feathers, he spun around.
The look on his face was a mix between anger, confusion, surprise, and hurt. My hand was left, suspended in the air, a far-away look on my face. The demon, fallen angel, whatever he was, looked like he was about to say something, then he put a hand on my shoulder and everything went black.
For the second time, I awoke in Rafe’s apartment after being knocked out by him. Only, instead of his charming demeanor, he seemed perturbed. He looked up when I sat up, and the room went spinning. He ushered over to my side and lay me back down. He brought a glass to my lips and tilted it. The smooth liquid ran down my throat, rejuvenating me. I realized at once it was blood, but not the blood I was used to. It wasn’t animals blood either. It almost had an organic taste to it. “What is that?” I asked in a raspy voice.
“Juice from young coconuts. It can be a blood plasma substitute.” sure enough, when I looked at the liquid, it was a clear like substance, instead of a crimson one. I spit it out at once. Rafe looked amused and put the glass back on the table he was sitting on. “Next time, I’ll put food coloring in it. It’ll make it look more convincing.” he said and smirked. My eyes narrowed as I looked at him.
“Who said there’ll be a next time?” I asked, venom lacing my voice. He shrugged, then his face become serious. I noticed now, looking at him, his hair reminded me of his wings. wings. The memory came flashing back to me and I remembered what had happened before I had passed out. I looked at him, mouth agape. “You’re an angel. A fallen angel.”
“Sort of.” he replied, and sighed. “I don’t really mind telling you. A vampire exploiting a fallen angel, it’d be a funny story.” I smiled and nodded. “I guess this time we’ll do background stories. I’ll go first, I guess.” I nodded again. He sighed and looked off in the distance. “Well, I was an angel. A very high up angel. I was a soldier. And one of the best. Then, one of the other angels, the one who’s job I took, framed me. Said I was dealing with Satan. And he had proof. But that’s a longer and more complicated story. Anyway, I was demoted to The Fallen. Since we can’t die in Paradise, or Heaven as they call it here, we get sentenced to something far worse. My wings were twisted, as unusable now, and will only come out for short periods of time. In Paradise, they never went away. They were my pride and joy, and they were twisted in front of all the angels, and I was thrown here, in the dirt. I’m not immortal here. I can die.” he paused, staring at the floor. I could see all the pain reflected in his eyes. “I guess it’s your turn.”
“Almost, first, a question.” he nodded. “Why did you say you were a demon when we first met?”
“Because that’s what I am right now. I’m no better than a demon…” he whispered. I sighed and started into my story, seeing as he wouldn’t elaborate.
“Well, I was born in the Victorian age. I’m afraid I couldn’t tell you now, it was so long ago, but I was 14 when I was turned. My mother wanted a son, and she got a daughter. She was willing to compromise, but only if I liked girly things. I didn’t. so she basically hated my guts. It wasn’t till my 14th year that I fell in love. I paid no notice to his love of darkness. But I wasn’t a fool, though as they say, ‘We are all fools in love.’” I giggled at the quote. “I was cautious, but cautious wasn’t good enough. I had an unlucky talent, that of attracting older men. My vampire wasn’t the only one in love with me. As I walked home one evening, I saw what my lover really was. I ran away, not so much in horror, but more in confusion. I got lost, not paying attention to where I was. I was attacked by another vampire who had set his sights on me. He brought me back to his living quarters.
He used me like a toy. He bled me, ect., then, though it was an accident, I scratched him with a silver ring I would wear. It made him bleed and to make it worse, I bit him, trying to get away. I consumed just barely enough blood to turn me. It only takes a mouthful. And then he fled in horror, realizing what was happening when I started to change. I was left alone, and when I finally was changed, though it was one of the most painful experiences of my life, I broke the chains and wandered the streets. I was lost, disheveled, and beautiful. A man thought I was a… “lady of the night,” and ‘hired’ me. I ended up drinking so much from him I killed him. I was a newborn, and had had no instruction. I was a killing machine, let loose. My vampire lover, Aleric, soon found me, and realized I had been changed. he was not exactly thrilled when I told him what happened. Though, even though it wasn’t his place, he taught me everything there was to be a vampire. Of course, he moved on soon after, vampire romances don’t last too long, since we have nothing to gain from them except knowledge.
I went to living on my own, and stumbled into this city awhile ago. I sensed no other vampires, and decided to call it my home. And I’ve lived here in my crypt ever since, feeding off of lust induced clubbers. And then you showed up…why did you show up?” I finished, looking curiously at the fallen angel.
“This place was free of hunters, shape shifters, demons, vampires, ect. But apparently, I was mistaken, for you are here. And at first, I was outraged, but now I’m starting to think you aren’t that much of a bad thing, miss Essence.” he replied, toying with a lock of my brown black hair. “Her hair fell into short dark curls, framing a face of beauty, eyes the color of golden wheat, and skin as pale as softly fallen snow, my maiden, my maiden, your beauty is so.” He spoke, a real poet laureate. His voice seemed like velvet, and I could feel blood pooling into my cheeks. I could blush, though it was very faint, and I hadn’t blushed in several hundred years. An even paler hand was brought up, and he gently stroked the side of my cheek. I sighed, leaning into his hand. Then I looked up at him, bringing my gold eyes to meet his black ones, then I took his wrist and twisted it.
“I’m afraid, master Rafe, that you can’t charm me; no matter how hard you try.” I replied and got up and walked out. I decided to catch a meal at one of the clubs.
The girl who was squirming in my clutches, and was moaning uncontrollably while I was drinking was getting on my nerves. I finally threw her away from me and she amazed me even further by getting up and dancing more. I shook my head in disbelief at some young girls in this century. I found an unconscious man out in the alley, sniffed him for disease or drugs, and didn’t find anything. He must’ve gotten in a fight, I deduced and bent down to bite him. Right when my tongue pressed lightly against the soft skin on his neck he awoke and pulled me in tight. I winced as claws cut into my back and I tried to struggle to get away.
I heard cries, but they all seemed silenced. I felt like I was underwater, helpless. I was in a trance, and was falling deeper and deeper. Then, the cuts on my back began to sear and burn. My body felt like it was on fire. Words were being whispered in my ear, I was being held down by someone, or something. I fought as hard as I could. I was deep in the ocean and finally snapped to my senses and thrashed around, gasping for air. Air. I didn’t need it. I hadn’t needed it for a long time now. Lips pressed against mine in a futile attempt for dominance. I pushed away and tried to swim through the impending darkness. Until, finally, I gave up and started to sink deeper and deeper.
When I awoke, I thought I was out in the sun. which would be totally bad, so I prayed that wasn’t the case. My eyes were blinded by even the smallest flicker of light from a candle sitting on the table. I shielded my eyes with my arm and sat up, ignoring the constant pounding against my skull.
He sat in the corner. Body drawn up. Arms holding tight. He was barefoot, wearing only jeans. His deformed wings were stretching. Trying anyway. Trying to stretch to paradise. Bones cracked and stretched and I could see the tearstains on the carpet. “Rafe…” my voice was quiet, raspy, hushed. He looked at me and my unbeating heart tore from my chest. His eyes weren’t pink, or swollen, but I could tell he had been sobbing. Tears left marks down his cheeks, and new ones still rolled down. I dropped down on to my knees in front of him. The sight was breath taking. I realized in that moment I hadn’t drawn a breath.
Like the first time I had seen his wings, I my hand reached out slowly to touch him. My arm was trembling as my fingers rested on his cheek. He shied away, obviously ashamed at the state I had found him in. I took the instinctive, mainly because I knew he wouldn’t. I pulled him in, close to me. I could feel his body shaking, trembling, from his silent cries. I watched as his wings folded in, crooked, and disappeared. Where they had been, two pink scars rested. I massaged them and I felt the need to kiss them, but I realized that was too much and just kept holding him, rocking back and forth.
Hours could have passed, days, months, years. But I knew it was only minutes. Rafe composed himself and sat up away from me. He got up slowly, though his limbs still shook from the pain. He started to fix himself something to eat, and I went up and leaned on the counter, still being weak myself. We acted like nothing had happened, and it seemed like that should be what we wanted, though it left a hole in my heart. “What happened Rafe?” I finally asked when I got enough courage to ask.
“Demons.” he whispered, holding on to the counter like he was holding on to dear life.
So why am I standing on top of this building ready to jump? It won’t hurt me. I’m not unhappy. Depressed, maybe, but after living so long in the dark, it’s hard not to be.
I sighed and stepped off the ledge. Suddenly a thought crossed my mind that made me laugh hysterically. When a vampire tries to commit suicide by jumping off a building, does someone notice and scream for help? Then, the image of me, laughing like a madman, falling to my demise which isn’t my death, made me laugh harder.
I landed on my feet like a cat pouncing on a mouse. I stretched, my spine stretching and cracking. My feet burned a little, but it barely bothered me. I yawned and my canines lengthened and retracted, stretching as well.
I’m not a goth, not a emo, and defiantly not a vampire wannabe. I smirked at the thought. I wore dark clothes. Baggy jeans and hoodies. I prefer them to the Victorian gowns that I was used to so long ago. I felt hunger stirring in my stomach and located the nearest night club. I walked at a slow pace, taking my time, surveying my surroundings, smelling the sweaty smell of my soon-to-be prey. I didn’t get card checked. It paid to be friends with the bouncers.
Heat surged through my body as figures moved together as one I inhaled sharply as the smell of lust registered thick. I maneuvered through the crowd, zipping down my hoodie to reveal a sexy top, and shaking out my hair. I heard gasps around me and I felt the burning stare of female eyes. I made out with the closest girl I could find. The one buried under the lust. So much so, she didn’t know where she was. I moved to her neck, listening to the frantic pumping of her blood. I gave a coy lick and her body shivered. The men gave out calls and eyed us hungrily, their arousal skyrocketing. It was too much and I bit down hurriedly, drinking like someone who was lost in the desert for the past year. Men’s blood was laced with testosterone and ignorance, while women’s was just…wicked. Flavored by jealousy and hate. Distrust and self loathing.
I took what I needed and licked the wound, watching the puncture wounds heal completely. The girl slumped against the wall and walked out of the club. Dawn was approaching. I zipped my hoodie back up, ties my hair up, and flipped the hood over my head. The chill hit me like a smack, but it effected me little through my diamond hard skin. I slipped into the nearest alleyway and climbed the building. I moved over the rooftops easily.
The cemetery. That’s exactly what I was aiming for. I grinned and leaped into a treetop. The leaves barely rustled. I crouched perfectly still, listening to the air around me. The park was empty except for a drunk, asleep hobo. Daylight was on it’s way. I could feel it. The crypt’s door’s swung open and close; creating a creaking groan and clash. I slipped inside and opened the coffin. I trailed my fingers across the inscription inside and laid my head back. It was a pretty hectic night, and now was the time for rest.
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Night. It embraced me in a welcoming hug. I yawned and stretched. It was show time. I slipped soundlessly out of the crypt and proceeded out of the cemetery. Being a vampire wasn’t fun, especially when you were poor. Most people pictured vampires as rich beings, but for me, that wasn’t the case. Maybe other vampires, but I didn’t linger on that fact. I was more like a bum than an elegant vamp. Don’t get me wrong, the Victorian age, I was a princess. But, you give up a lot for love. I just happened to give up a little too much.
After walking three blocks, I realized I was being followed. Which meant whatever it was following me, it wasn’t human. I would’ve sensed it immediately if it was human.
I led it into an alleyway, and spun around to face the presence. Only, there wasn’t anything there. Just black darkness. My eyes formed slits as I looked around. Then, an arm came around my neck and breath was hot on my ear. I struggled, but whoever it was, was strong. “A pretty little lady we got here, no?” a voice whispered, hoarse.
A palm pressed into my neck, cutting off blood supply. And since I had a very little supply of blood, I fainted easily.
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I awoke in a nice room. Which was odd; because this was totally nicer than my crypt. My eyes narrowed and my lips curled back to show my fangs lengthened. A chuckle came from the corner of the room and I spun around, on full defense. “Who are you?” I growled.
“Introductions will come later, I just want to know what you’re doing in my new city. The society said this was clear of hunters. And yet, you’re here. Explain this to me. This…mistake.” came from the dark corner. The voice sent chills down my spine. This person, well, this person wasn’t happy I existed. Who was? Not even my own mother was happy about my birth. And she was even unhappier when I preferred activities meant for boys over the girl activities, like drinking tea and being silent.
“Last time I checked, this was my home. And I didn’t know anybody needed to be aware it was my home. So the question is, who are you? And why are you invading my home?” I snarled. The presence cleared his throat.
“I guess now is the time for introductions.” he replied and stepped into the light. Vampires are beautiful creatures. It’s our hunting mechanism. No one is enchanted by an ugly person. And nobody wants an ugly person nibbling on their necks. But the man who stepped out from the darkness took my breath away. Not that I needed to breathe anyway, it was a habit. Think tall. Dark. And handsome. He had light and dark emulating from him at the same time. I’d never seen anything like him before. He was super pale. Whiter than a cumulus cloud. With striking black eyes. But what made him most unusual, was his hair. It was a mix between black and white. Only, not like a cow. More like a wolf’s fur. “My name is Rafe Altair Gial. Demon.” he said and bowed like a medieval gentleman.
“Aphrodite Lydia Ellmaria. But I go by Essence. Aphrodite is outdated by a couple thousand years.” I replied, mocking his bow with a curtsy. The demon smiled and sat in the chair across from me. He had, ironically enough, a devilish grin. “So what kind of demon are you?” I asked, trying to make small talk, though talk, any kind of it, wasn’t my strong suit.
He pounced on me and pinned me to the couch. I tried to get away, but his arms were like steel that kept me to the couch. He leaned in by my ear and breathed, hot and heavy. “A very, very scary one.” he whispered. Then he proceeded to lick and nibble on my earlobe. The feeling of pleasure surged through my body and my back instinctively arched into his touch. At this Rafe let out a low growl and pushed away.
His look was startling. He seemed…surprised. He turned and dashed out the door. If I had been a normal human…well for one, I would most likely be dead, or not here. And two, I wouldn’t have seen him leave. He moved so fast, even my super vampire eyes could just barely make out the blur of his departure.
When I left, it was pouring rain. I pondered at the expression, ‘raining cats and dogs,’ thinking the human mind was weird. The wind blew right past me, and I could just barely hear a soft whisper through it. “Little Prince.” Is was I could make out; and a chill passed through my body.
The wind had whipped up, the sky had grown darker, and the ground had begun to seethe with cold. I proceeded back to my crypt. After all, dawn was approaching fast, and I didn’t have time. That’s another humorous concept. A vampire not having enough time. We did and didn’t at the same time. And where else to sleep all day than a grave, after all, the best neighbors were the ones who didn’t disturb, and the dead weren’t real partiers.
I pulled off the top and laid down. Very carefully, I pulled the thick stone top back on top and let the darkness consume me. I knew what happened when we slept. We died. Only we didn’t just go in a death like state, we died. Our bodies looked identical to a corpses. It helped if a human discovered us. And it wasn’t because we’d burn up in sunlight that we didn’t go in it. To be caught in the day would be a huge amount of trouble. After all, people notice a corpse on the sidewalk. And they kind of freak when they see a normal person walking, an then a corpse that looked like it had been dead for several hundred years.
Nighttime came only too soon and I arose, stretching out my arms and legs, feeling the stiffness go out of them. Only, when I looked out of my crypt, I noticed I had a visitor. It was the same guy from before, Rafe. I walked slowly out by the gravestone he was perched atop of. He didn’t seem to notice me though. I was just about to speak up, when angel wings spurted from his back. I stood, agape. Angel wings are said to be the most beautiful things anyone will ever lay eyes on; looking at Rafe’s made me beg to differ.
The once white hadn’t turned black, but was a dusty brown. And instead of great huge wings, they were smaller, and twisted. It looked like someone had taken them and twisted them, causing them to look deformed, and when he tried to stretch them out, they didn’t stretch very far, and it looked painful. Though, no matter how horrible they looked, I felt the need to touch them. My hand slowly extended forward, and just when I brushed the coarse feathers, he spun around.
The look on his face was a mix between anger, confusion, surprise, and hurt. My hand was left, suspended in the air, a far-away look on my face. The demon, fallen angel, whatever he was, looked like he was about to say something, then he put a hand on my shoulder and everything went black.
For the second time, I awoke in Rafe’s apartment after being knocked out by him. Only, instead of his charming demeanor, he seemed perturbed. He looked up when I sat up, and the room went spinning. He ushered over to my side and lay me back down. He brought a glass to my lips and tilted it. The smooth liquid ran down my throat, rejuvenating me. I realized at once it was blood, but not the blood I was used to. It wasn’t animals blood either. It almost had an organic taste to it. “What is that?” I asked in a raspy voice.
“Juice from young coconuts. It can be a blood plasma substitute.” sure enough, when I looked at the liquid, it was a clear like substance, instead of a crimson one. I spit it out at once. Rafe looked amused and put the glass back on the table he was sitting on. “Next time, I’ll put food coloring in it. It’ll make it look more convincing.” he said and smirked. My eyes narrowed as I looked at him.
“Who said there’ll be a next time?” I asked, venom lacing my voice. He shrugged, then his face become serious. I noticed now, looking at him, his hair reminded me of his wings. wings. The memory came flashing back to me and I remembered what had happened before I had passed out. I looked at him, mouth agape. “You’re an angel. A fallen angel.”
“Sort of.” he replied, and sighed. “I don’t really mind telling you. A vampire exploiting a fallen angel, it’d be a funny story.” I smiled and nodded. “I guess this time we’ll do background stories. I’ll go first, I guess.” I nodded again. He sighed and looked off in the distance. “Well, I was an angel. A very high up angel. I was a soldier. And one of the best. Then, one of the other angels, the one who’s job I took, framed me. Said I was dealing with Satan. And he had proof. But that’s a longer and more complicated story. Anyway, I was demoted to The Fallen. Since we can’t die in Paradise, or Heaven as they call it here, we get sentenced to something far worse. My wings were twisted, as unusable now, and will only come out for short periods of time. In Paradise, they never went away. They were my pride and joy, and they were twisted in front of all the angels, and I was thrown here, in the dirt. I’m not immortal here. I can die.” he paused, staring at the floor. I could see all the pain reflected in his eyes. “I guess it’s your turn.”
“Almost, first, a question.” he nodded. “Why did you say you were a demon when we first met?”
“Because that’s what I am right now. I’m no better than a demon…” he whispered. I sighed and started into my story, seeing as he wouldn’t elaborate.
“Well, I was born in the Victorian age. I’m afraid I couldn’t tell you now, it was so long ago, but I was 14 when I was turned. My mother wanted a son, and she got a daughter. She was willing to compromise, but only if I liked girly things. I didn’t. so she basically hated my guts. It wasn’t till my 14th year that I fell in love. I paid no notice to his love of darkness. But I wasn’t a fool, though as they say, ‘We are all fools in love.’” I giggled at the quote. “I was cautious, but cautious wasn’t good enough. I had an unlucky talent, that of attracting older men. My vampire wasn’t the only one in love with me. As I walked home one evening, I saw what my lover really was. I ran away, not so much in horror, but more in confusion. I got lost, not paying attention to where I was. I was attacked by another vampire who had set his sights on me. He brought me back to his living quarters.
He used me like a toy. He bled me, ect., then, though it was an accident, I scratched him with a silver ring I would wear. It made him bleed and to make it worse, I bit him, trying to get away. I consumed just barely enough blood to turn me. It only takes a mouthful. And then he fled in horror, realizing what was happening when I started to change. I was left alone, and when I finally was changed, though it was one of the most painful experiences of my life, I broke the chains and wandered the streets. I was lost, disheveled, and beautiful. A man thought I was a… “lady of the night,” and ‘hired’ me. I ended up drinking so much from him I killed him. I was a newborn, and had had no instruction. I was a killing machine, let loose. My vampire lover, Aleric, soon found me, and realized I had been changed. he was not exactly thrilled when I told him what happened. Though, even though it wasn’t his place, he taught me everything there was to be a vampire. Of course, he moved on soon after, vampire romances don’t last too long, since we have nothing to gain from them except knowledge.
I went to living on my own, and stumbled into this city awhile ago. I sensed no other vampires, and decided to call it my home. And I’ve lived here in my crypt ever since, feeding off of lust induced clubbers. And then you showed up…why did you show up?” I finished, looking curiously at the fallen angel.
“This place was free of hunters, shape shifters, demons, vampires, ect. But apparently, I was mistaken, for you are here. And at first, I was outraged, but now I’m starting to think you aren’t that much of a bad thing, miss Essence.” he replied, toying with a lock of my brown black hair. “Her hair fell into short dark curls, framing a face of beauty, eyes the color of golden wheat, and skin as pale as softly fallen snow, my maiden, my maiden, your beauty is so.” He spoke, a real poet laureate. His voice seemed like velvet, and I could feel blood pooling into my cheeks. I could blush, though it was very faint, and I hadn’t blushed in several hundred years. An even paler hand was brought up, and he gently stroked the side of my cheek. I sighed, leaning into his hand. Then I looked up at him, bringing my gold eyes to meet his black ones, then I took his wrist and twisted it.
“I’m afraid, master Rafe, that you can’t charm me; no matter how hard you try.” I replied and got up and walked out. I decided to catch a meal at one of the clubs.
The girl who was squirming in my clutches, and was moaning uncontrollably while I was drinking was getting on my nerves. I finally threw her away from me and she amazed me even further by getting up and dancing more. I shook my head in disbelief at some young girls in this century. I found an unconscious man out in the alley, sniffed him for disease or drugs, and didn’t find anything. He must’ve gotten in a fight, I deduced and bent down to bite him. Right when my tongue pressed lightly against the soft skin on his neck he awoke and pulled me in tight. I winced as claws cut into my back and I tried to struggle to get away.
I heard cries, but they all seemed silenced. I felt like I was underwater, helpless. I was in a trance, and was falling deeper and deeper. Then, the cuts on my back began to sear and burn. My body felt like it was on fire. Words were being whispered in my ear, I was being held down by someone, or something. I fought as hard as I could. I was deep in the ocean and finally snapped to my senses and thrashed around, gasping for air. Air. I didn’t need it. I hadn’t needed it for a long time now. Lips pressed against mine in a futile attempt for dominance. I pushed away and tried to swim through the impending darkness. Until, finally, I gave up and started to sink deeper and deeper.
When I awoke, I thought I was out in the sun. which would be totally bad, so I prayed that wasn’t the case. My eyes were blinded by even the smallest flicker of light from a candle sitting on the table. I shielded my eyes with my arm and sat up, ignoring the constant pounding against my skull.
He sat in the corner. Body drawn up. Arms holding tight. He was barefoot, wearing only jeans. His deformed wings were stretching. Trying anyway. Trying to stretch to paradise. Bones cracked and stretched and I could see the tearstains on the carpet. “Rafe…” my voice was quiet, raspy, hushed. He looked at me and my unbeating heart tore from my chest. His eyes weren’t pink, or swollen, but I could tell he had been sobbing. Tears left marks down his cheeks, and new ones still rolled down. I dropped down on to my knees in front of him. The sight was breath taking. I realized in that moment I hadn’t drawn a breath.
Like the first time I had seen his wings, I my hand reached out slowly to touch him. My arm was trembling as my fingers rested on his cheek. He shied away, obviously ashamed at the state I had found him in. I took the instinctive, mainly because I knew he wouldn’t. I pulled him in, close to me. I could feel his body shaking, trembling, from his silent cries. I watched as his wings folded in, crooked, and disappeared. Where they had been, two pink scars rested. I massaged them and I felt the need to kiss them, but I realized that was too much and just kept holding him, rocking back and forth.
Hours could have passed, days, months, years. But I knew it was only minutes. Rafe composed himself and sat up away from me. He got up slowly, though his limbs still shook from the pain. He started to fix himself something to eat, and I went up and leaned on the counter, still being weak myself. We acted like nothing had happened, and it seemed like that should be what we wanted, though it left a hole in my heart. “What happened Rafe?” I finally asked when I got enough courage to ask.
“Demons.” he whispered, holding on to the counter like he was holding on to dear life.
