17A/N: Hey. I'm going to shift this story to rated M due to gore. Maybe...
Xavier's PoV
Ever heard that dreams were part of your subconscious mind and sometimes, your worst fears are reflected in your dreams? There are also times whereby dreams are the foreshadow of what's to come.
Time and time again, I woke up screaming her name. She's haunting me... Everywhere I walked paranoia sets in. I could feel her eyes staring at me every second and minute. Over the past five years, I even caught glimpses of her and if I looked closely at some of my photos with Denise, I could see her shadow at the corner or at the background amongst the crowd that walked past us while we took the photos.
I knew that she would have her revenge and I could not blame her for it. I forced her to love me and carefully entrapped her in my grasps. It was also I who pushed her away from my life without a moment notice.
As much as I loved her, I could not prevent myself for falling more deeply for someone else. I thought that my capability to love someone went as far as that when with Victoria but Denise proved me otherwise… Would it not be crueller to yourself and your current lover to live off your relationship in tons of lies where your feelings for her no longer exist?
I am a Vampire Hunter and knowing that, I still fell in love with a vampire. It was my mistake and my mistake alone. Only I should pay for my mistakes but why must this happen? Why is Denise's cold, hard and greyish blue body lying limply on the blood stained bed?
With stiff wooden legs, I walked towards the dead, bloodless corpse. The sound of the wooden floor creaked simultaneously with the sound of my footsteps. Her body was made to sit in an upright position and in her hands, which was folded neatly on her lap; I saw a piece of heart-shaped paper tied around a black rose using a glittering blue ribbon. I could feel chains coiling themselves around me like a python as I didn't want to know who it was from. But oh, I knew. I knew the instant I saw it. In a cursive handwriting, the black inked words read:
To my beloved Xavier,
Do you still remember me, Xav?
I know you scream my name in anger, regret and fear when you wake but am I the last face you see when you sleep?
Have I finally engraved myself into your heart as you've engraved yourself into mine?
It's not my fault she's dead.
It's yours.
Kisses and Loves,
Victoria – Your Beloved Forsaken Vampire.
PS: Find me before strangers start to die…
I crushed the piece of paper in my hands and tore it into a million little pieces. I howled in tears and felt the earth shook underneath me. I did not know whether the tears were because of fury, anguish, or maybe both. With my arms, I cradled Denise's body close to myself and felt her wrinkled cold skin against mine. She was already beginning to stink of death and the blood from the punctured wounds on her neck, breast and wrists had already stopped flowing, leaving a trail of dried blood.
Victoria let Denise off the hook easy and I knew it. If Victoria went all the way, Denise's limbs wouldn't be in one piece at all. Perhaps, she did it for me, out of what little compassion that was left in her.
One thing I knew for sure though, even though now that she has had her fill with taking away the most precious woman in my life, she would continue with her killing spree. Things are going to get worse by the minute and nothing can stop her until she has had her fun in torturing me to my death.
The screen of the television opposite of us started flicker and immediately, I delved my hands into the drawer beside me, fingering my jackknife. On my other hand, I still tightly held onto Denise and watched as a blurred image slowly formed on the screen. My hearted stopped beating and I wondered how could I still be alive when my heart was dead.
I stared at the beautiful and enchanting face on the screen of the television. Vampires never age and that goes the same for Victoria as well. Her green eyes were strikingly large and beautiful, her skin as white and probably still soft as satin sheet, her hair black as coal while her full lips were as red as the blood she drinks.
"You know how I roll, Xav. So what are you waiting for?" her lips moved and her light clear voice rang into my ears. "Come and find me. You know where I am… I lov-"
The veins on my hands popped out visibly in thick bluish-green lines as I flung the jackknife at the screen of the television. It landed in the middle of her forehead before smashing the screens and… blackout.
I gently laid the Denise back on the bed and closed her wide-opened horrified eyes. With trembling fingers, I pulled a clean white sheet over her face. Taking off the cross necklace that she gave me for my birthday just a month ago; I laid it on her.
With heavy footsteps, I brought myself to the locked cupboard. With a rusty key in one hand, I thrust it into the keyhole and turned it roughly. The door of the cupboard opened ajar with one loud creak. I coughed as I breathed dust in and waved my hands in front of my face to clear the view.
Standing there like a lonesome deserted warrior was my sword. I have not touched it in years ever since I fell in love with Victoria. I held onto to it for a year when I just broke off with Victoria but when she had not made a single move, I had let my guards down and blame my alertness on pure paranoia. Four years later, how should I know that's when she'll strike?
I should have known she wasn't afraid of me as a Hunter. She wants to turn back time… she wants us to meet again with me as I was in the past – a soulless blood loving killing machine.
Because Denise was killed by a vampire, I cannot reveal her death to the society. Quickly, I poured fuel all around our once cozy little house. I stood outside at the garden and took out a matchbox from my pocket. I stroke the match and threw it onto the fuel-covered ground.
I couldn't bear to watch what Denise and I had built being torn down and imagine Denise's dead body going up in blazing flames, turning into ashes. I turned around and picked up my sword. It felt strange yet at the same time at home in my hands again. I unsheathed the sword and flung it around, trying to remember how it was like to hold something so hard and heavy in my hands.
Instantly, I felt the familiar rush of strength and power in me for this is no ordinary sword. My family came from a long lineage of Vampire Hunters and to the strongest Vampire Hunter in each generation; this sword was passed on to. Made out of a mixture of one of the oldest vampire's fang, nails and bones that my ancestors has hunted and killed; it could easily slaughter any vampire's flesh and prevent them from regenerating or heal their wounds in less than an hour.
Already, I could feel the heat of the flame of the fire licking and devouring Denise and my home. I closed my eyes and found myself crying. How could I be so foolish as to fall in love with a vampire? Why didn't I realize what the taboos were for until it was too late?
With a rock set crushing heavily on my heart, I walked away from the furnace of burning fire. I tightened my grip around the hilt of the sword and began walking to the first place that came across my mind – Black Forest. It was the forest where Victoria dwelled in and it was also the place where we first met…
Victoria does things for a reason and I want to find out why she is targeting strangers next. Is it because she has lost it completely when I threw her away for another? But to bring in strangers who know even nothing about the existence of Vampires and Hunters, why?
She wants me to play this game of revenge of hers and I will grant her this very wish.
But, Vic, have you ever heard of the old saying, 'Be careful of what you wished for'?