It was the fall of 1839 when I first laid my eyes on her. I was a Vampire at the age of a hundred and very much the most ruthless Master in all of Europe. But at that time, I was quite a casanova and did not believe in such things as relationships and partners, let alone even a beloved. She was beautiful and vibrant, fearless and somewhat feared. I was immediately drawn to her, not for the companionship but for the exhilarating sex that we experienced.
I shall not be shy to admit that all that I did want from her was just that; I never imagined or even aspired to have anything more with her. Our encounter lasted for six months, brief for a Vampire but a small commitment for a human. In our time together, I did not only have wandering eyes but very much restless hands; she did look past this and somehow continued to stay loyal to me. But for me, the novelty was wearing off, and to be frank; I just did not want her around anymore.
She did not take the split as well as I
If you have lived as long as I have, then you do not get surprised that easily, for by now, you have almost seen everything that the eyes can see. Now, what do you define a surprise as? Well, I do believe it to be an unexpected and astonishing thing. In saying that, I can safely say I have just been surprised, for I did not expect that click-clack sound to come from these feet.And by the look on the face that is staring back at me, it is very clear that this very Vampire has no idea what it truly is doing. It is very rare to see fear from a creature that instills it himself, and if I did not know any better, then I'd say that it is radiating from its skin. That is why the big burning question is..."What are you doing here, William?"But then, as if with utmost flawlessness, the real click-clack that I was waiting for makes her grand entrance. She does come dressed for the part and taken by her tight black bodysuit; we do have a battle on our hands. I would be
The last time that Edward asked me to better come quick, I ended up turning Anastasia. Now he is once again saying this, and as before it involves my beloved. But this time she has been in a battle which we both knew will lead to someone's death. If I should find that anything has happened to her, then I shall take this dagger and ram it straight through my own heart.As I turn the corner there is a slight bit of hesitation in me. But it is not hesitation, it is fear. The last time I felt fear was the night when my Maker came to me with the offer of immortality. This, unlike most Vampires, is a life I chose. I was not turned by accident, nor was I ill and nor was I dying. I wanted to become what I am today.The very moment I step into sight of what is before me, I am blown away by surprise at what my eyes behold. My beloved has Genevieve pinned to the ground between her hands and her legs. Of course Genevieve is kicking up a storm to free herself, but Anastasia's power
If I thought that I shall be able to walk around freely and claim that things are back to its normal self, than I would say that I was rather foolish. By now I can confidently say that Edward has become somewhat a bearer of bad news. Every time the man speaks, there is some kind of a problem, I do consider to order him to refraining from speaking at all.Which leads us to our new problem, one that can be rather pesky if she is anything like her friend. And to add to this, she does not seem very enthusiastic to be a Vampire at all. Now the question begs, where is Eva Nikolai?"Edward what do you mean Eva is gone?""Lilith has informed me that she has been absent since the evening that the girls went out to feed.""And this only alarms you now?""I am afraid that my focus has been on rescuing the both of you."I turn my attention to Anastasia that has been standing in silence next to me. She does not seem to hold the same urgency as the rest o
They say that every man is entitled to be a fool for at least five minutes a day; I am afraid to say that Eva has just abused that privilege. Her first mistake was coming to the vampire Hunter and her second foolish one was to drive her fangs into his neck. So now we have a furious Anastasia pulling a somewhat naked Eva away from an outraged Zachariah. All hell is about to break loose.Edward and I are opting to be the spectators for this round, but somehow I think the vampire Hunter will not allow me to stand idly by. Now that is the last bit of my concerns as Eva and Anastasia are just about to face each other off.One can hear Anastasia's voice thunder over the music coming from the inside of the pub."Have you gone completely insane? Do you want to kill him? Your own friend?"Eva but laughs at her toyingly as she casually puts on her clothes."I should have asked you the very same thing when you bit me."The Vampire Hunter, still dazed a
Well, we have been down this road before. My heart bleeds for Breyden. Since the unfortunate event, he has been searching for a witch that can break the spell inflicted onTasnim. Now it would have been ideal if he approached the witch that cast the spell, but he somewhat accidentally killed her. Now the man has been searching for a witch that shall be willing to help him in his cause. But alas, he is yet to find one, which brings him to my doorstep once again.Many of my kind prefer the company of mystical creatures such as witches. I, myself, have had many encounters with several of them in my younger years as a Vampire. There is one in particular that I have in mind, one that I have had several intimate moments with. This being said, I do not think it shall be wise to take Anastasia with on this one.But I am afraid that she is kicking up a storm, so I have admitted defeat and given in to her demands. While she is changing for the hundredth time, I am seated with Bre
It was the year 1841 when my path crossed with Beatrix Cockcroft. I was very much set in my ways and yet still did not crave the company of a female on a more permanent basis. I came across her while she was casting a rather nasty spell on a bunch of sailors. As a creature that desired nothing but power, she immediately had my full attention. But my only intention was to see if the myth was true. I wanted to taste her blood to feel her power.And she did make me feel that power in so many ways, more than once. We spend endless days and nights in each other's company, For me her power, and for her the sexual experience, at first. The more time we spent, the more she grew an affection for me; I was not in the least bit troubled with this at first. Then it started, I lost interest as I always do, and of course, I was not faithful either. But my desire to feel the power she made me feel let me turn a blind eye.So it began as a once-off here and there to get me to give in
It is with somewhat of a heavy heart that I make my way back into the cottage. I know what Anastasia saw will stay with her, and it shall be something we both will need to live with for an eternity. I wish she could see that this was not something that I chose. If I were in my right mind and not being controlled, then I would never have done such a thing. I guess I was foolish enough to believe that another scorned lover would not do a thing. Well, I have a very long way home to come to terms with the fact that my past has come to haunt me. I am afraid this shall happen again.And with this in mind, I go to retrieve Beatrix's body; I shall burn it so that there is no way in this world and the beyond that she can ever be brought back to life. Much to my relief, as bad as it seems, I still find her where Anastasia dropped her before.While I am standing at a clearing setting her body alight, I see a car coming up the gravel road. I immediately recognize it as my own and
...Anastasia...The moment that he opened the door, I questioned if I did not perhaps make a mistake in coming here. But when he welcomed me with open arms, I forgot who we really are, a Vampire and a Vampire Hunter. And I overlooked that small part where he is in love with me. The point is, I needed a friend, and he is the only friend that I have left.And as he sees the mascara that is smudged between all the tears, there is anger that starts to boil in his eyes. I know exactly what he is thinking; he knows who has caused these tears, and there is no way he is going to overlook the pain that I am feeling. And there shall be no way that he will just let it go without saying a word. So he wastes no time in asking the question."What did he do now?""I am afraid there is a downside being with a man as old as he.""I am glad that you can refer to him as a man.""Just as I shall be glad you refer to me as a woman."