4Chapter 1: dreams of lifetimes past.
The year was 1693, Scotland. it was a dark night, no one would see us. Not out here in the woods, surrounded by shadows and an impenetrable forest. "i love you, Vincent." Sheena whispered into my neck, biting down, ever so slightly.
"i love you too, my darling Sheena." I felt her soft lips kissing up to my jaw and back down to the nape of my neck. She was guiding my hand up her thigh. Her creamy white, soft thigh. Her veins pulsed beneath my every touch. Her heart was racing. How I loved the beat of her heart.
"i need you." She started unbuttoning my shirt. i needed her too. And she knew that all too well. I've needed her since the moment I laid eyes on her. But not just her body. Her blood. My mouth began watering as she exposed ever more of her pale, appetizing skin. I could feel my fangs extending, longing for me to take a bite. Just. One. Bite. I ran my tongue up from her bare shoulders to her ear. Whispered my love for her, and nibbled on her ear ever so slightly. Her skin has the most delicious fragrance, like that of freshly bloomed roses. And her blood had a scent so divine, I knew it should sedate my hunger for years and years to come. If she looked in my eyes now, surely they would be red with hunger. "Vincent?" her voice broke my trance. "are you ok?"
my words caught in my throat. Of course I wasn't ok. I would never be ok, until I had her blood. Not until I satisfied this aching in my throat, this longing to take her life and fulfill my own purpose. "Vincent?!" I couldn't help myself. The need to take her was so strong at this moment, her love was nothing in this moment. I opened my mouth wide, exposing my jagged teeth to her, my one true love. She screamed, so loud it pierced the sky. No doubt they heard her in the village. But it was too late. I sank my teeth in the the smooth, delicious skin of her neck, drinking my subsistence. Her blood was unlike anything I had ever tasted before. So rich, so smooth. I wanted, nay, I needed more. I drank until there was nothing left to take from her. Her heart beat slowed. And slowed. And slowed. And finally, it stopped all together. Along with her screams.
A city faded into view, the forest and Sheena disappearing. It was London, 1804. I was strolling along, hand in hand, with young Adrianne, a countess. She stood to inherit a large sum when her father passed away, her being his only child. Yet this was not why i loved her. It was my Sheena, from so long ago. I could feel it in my cold, dead heart. 'I swear to do right by her this time, to not kill her as I had before.. many many times before.' I sighed mentally. She was glowing, radiant in the afternoon sun. no one else I've ever met has ever made me feel this way. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of her life with her, as I have known for the past couple hundred years.
"Vincent, my love. What has your thoughts so plagued and consumed?" my darling's voice was like sweet honey.
"you my love. Always you." I could smell her blush before I saw it. How I loved the fragrance of her blush. Those fresh bloomed roses. We had approached her home now. I was sorry to have to leave her.
"lets sneak off to the garden." Adrianne, my Sheena, my Isabel, my wondrous love of many names, faces, and places. I would follow her anywhere. So I let her pull me along, through the winding maze that was her mothers garden. Back to the very back, and even farther still when I thought we could travel no farther. She must've been exhausted, I could her the heavy breaths she took, smell the sweet exhale of her rosen scent. I pulled her to a stop and wrapped her in my arms.
"oh my darling Adrianne. How I love you so." and always have.
"Vincent, my amazing, wonderful, Vincent. I love you as much the sun loves the sky." She stood on her tip toes and kissed my neck. How I loved when she kissed my neck. And for a second, with her arms wrapped around me, and mine around her, I felt... almost human. Almost as if I wasn't a monster, as if her blood didn't call to me every waking second and even in my dreams. I felt her delicate hands unbuttoning my shirt, her mouth leaving hot trails all over my chest and stomach and neck. "you are everything to me." she whispered between kisses. My body was on fire, a part of me I long forgot was coming alive. And yet, it was not the part she wanted. I could feel my mouth watering, as it had before. Here in the garden, way back in the very back, farther then I thought we could have gone, who would hear her screams. I lifted her face with a gentle touch. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. Her soft, smooth neck exposed. As were my teeth. I leaned down, scrapping my teeth across her fair skin. I sank them in slowly, her gasp haunted me. But her blood was so good.. so very very good.
Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep.
I sat up with a start, tears choking me, yet not a single one released from its icy prison that is my body. How I wished I could cry, show some regret for the horrible things I had done to my one true love. And not just once, but tens of times. I could not even begin to count the scenes in which I took her blood, let alone the places. I could hardly recall what some of her faces looked like. I threw the blankets off me and stood slowly. I was getting rather weak, it was time to feed. Time to find some poor, unsuspecting girl, whom I could entrance and steal life from. Sometimes, I thought myself a monster. But I am only as I was created.
It was extremely late, except it was early for me. Only 1 am. I still had hours left before everyone had risen for the day, yet I knew one spot in town there was sure to be a lonely girl, just waiting for a dashing, forever young vampire to sweep her away. I glided through the streets, in search of said girl. She was no one in particular, yet everything I could need. Not my Isabel, Sheena, Adrianne, or any of my loves others names. This girl was someone no one cared about, but would be my everything, if only for a moment. I liked to know I made a difference before they died.
And there she was. Curled up in a ball on the street corner, hardly a cloth on her body. "my darling, darling child. Why are you so alone?" I cooed. She sat up slowly, arms covering her naked chest. "did someone hurt you, my darling?" she nodded at me, eyes wide, lips cracking. Poor thing must be tired and hungry. And thirsty, how we both were very thirsty. I reached out towards the girl, she hesitantly grabbed my hand.
"cold.." she managed. I took my jacket off and wrapped it delicately around her. I watched as she breathed in her death. My smell, I've come to learn, was an enchantment of sorts to lost ones. It sealed their fate. I would take her home, clothe her, feed her, and send her to sleep. We walked slowly to my house, I helped her each time she stumbled. Tried to show her some kindness before I took her life.
When we returned to my house, I got her a glass of every juice I had in stock. They were gone before the french toast has finished. So I got her another glass of milk and set a very full plate in front of her. As she ate, we chatted. I learned she had run away 5 years ago and that she was only 13. age did not matter to me though. I was what she said next.
"I've been thinking of ending all this. All this suffering. My family doesn't want me. Who would if they don't?" she sighed, something a human wouldn't have been able to hear.
"would you like me to help you?" I mused quietly. Her wide eyes stared at me, at my mouth, at my exposed fangs. Her pupils dilated ever so slightly, the drugs had taken effect. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head and I caught her before she hit the ground. I took her to my spare room, laid her on the couch and pushed her hair back. "forgive me child, but you'll be happy soon." I sank my teeth into her neck, and drank until my strength returned, then drank some more. My body pulsed with the life of her blood, the tang of her youth lingered in my mouth, causing a smirk to rest on my face. I pulled a sheet over the young child. She had seen so much harshness in this world, she was happier now. A smile even rested upon her lifeless face.
The clock stuck 5. my flight was to leave in 2 hours, so I grabbed my bag, shut off the lights, and left the stench of bodies that desecrated my home. Correction: my old home. I had searched all over London, but she wasn't here, my beloved sweet girl of many places and faces was not in this place.
a/n: well chapter one is finally complete. i've worked on this allllll afternoon. and i completely love this. i hope you all enjoyed it. tell me what you think! this is my first time writing from a guy's point of view. i think i did a pretty decent job.
until next update: Niki