December 17, 2010

Chapter Eight

By StarSarah

We arrived in Paris on a November eve.  The ship that sailed us there was struck down by a strange plague that killed many of its passengers. Myself and Draycon seemed immune.

The air in Paris was similar to that of where we had come from but for me it was also stanched with excitement, glamour and truth.  We rented rooms on the waterfront of Paris. Our never ending supply of cash never ran out. All we did was take what we could from the corpses we had left.  So that might make us thieves as we well as murders?  But as Draycon said, “even a thief needs a bed to sleep on.”  Or a coffin in our case.

Life in Paris was much the same as it had been but just on a bigger scale.  The killings were less often found out and Draycon I floated through families like they were just a snack to us. Children were left orphaned and women were left widowed.  We took what we wanted and left what we did not.  In a way, we were spoilt for choice.

Thirty years had now passed and yet my body had stayed that of an eighteen year old.  I had been a vampire for longer than I had been human and I thought that I had firmly severed my mortal coil.  I was to be severely wrong.

It had started as I passed a lit-up window one summer’s evening. 

The mistress of the house was sitting in a rocking chair at the window.  In her arms she cradles an infant so tiny I could not make out the sex.  As she rocked back and forth she hummed a tune to the child and gazed at it with such love I thought her heart might burst right in front of me. 

As I watched the exchange between mother and child, a swell of pain soared through me.  This was not a pain I had ever encounted before.  It was nothing like the hunger I had for blood, or the yearning for the attention of my mentor.  But it was a pain for the realisation that I would never be a mother myself. 

Tears stewed down my face as I watched on, entranced by the unconditional love emanating from the house before me.  Just as the woman parted her clothing to feed the infant she glanced up and saw me looking. I felt shamed, embarrassed, mortified.  I scurried away like the sewer rat I had become and hid behind the next row of houses, unable to control my tears.

I walked all night, my mind swimming with guilt at the thought of killing.  I thought of all the things I’d done and could not undo.  And I thought of what I could have had, had I not chosen this life.  But did I really choose it, or was this what he had led me to believe.  Too many thoughts, too much thinking. 

When I arrived home just as the dawn was breaking, Draycon was waiting up for me swirling around a glass of blood like it was wine. 

“Why did you do this to me,” I shrieked launching straight into battle.

“What do you mean my little Meila?  Do what to you?”

“Don’t little Meila me Draycon.  I am not a young girl anymore.  Why did you make me the way I am?  A vampire?  A murderer?  Dammed?”

“I think if you remember correctly it was you who wanted this.”

“I never wanted this,” I spat like my life was poison.  “I never knew that it would be like this.  I am stuck in this body, but my mind has moved on.  How do you do it?”

“How do I do what?”

“Live every day like its beautiful?  It’s not beautiful; it’s ugly, its course, its death.  You’ve condemned me to hell.”

“HELL,” Draycon roared.  “You have no idea what hell is!  You will never grow old, you will never be sick and you will never die. You will always be beautiful, you will always have your youth and you will always have more than them!”

“But I can’t have a child.”

Draycon let out a sigh.  “So this is what this is about.”

“Its true isn’t it?  I can never have a child.”

“Of course it’s true!  How can someone who is not living produce a living human being?  It’s not possible Mela and you know that.  For a vampire it is not able making life, it is about taking life.  And don’t you forget that.”

“We belong in hell,” I spat back

“What if there is no hell?  Or maybe they do not want us there, ever think of that?”

But there was a hell and no matter where we were, I was in it!

That night I went back to the window where I saw the mother nursing her child.  I climbed on in and sunk my teeth as deep as they would go into the woman’s flesh.  She was too shocked to make a sound. 

I had left another innocent child orphaned, but the satisfaction of wiping the appalled look off the mothers face filled me with more joy than the feed itself.  Till this day, it has remained the only kill I have never regretted.

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