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Vandoule (Pt.8)
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 Created on 2-12-08
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Who am I, after all, in this lifetime? Can I die? It is something I have thought about. The allure of leaving behind this pain, to move onto to something more exciting and unknown. What lies behind this façade of darkness? What are we really? We, vampires, mock human existence, and what is the point of that? I don’t want eternity to be something I dread. If I were to live forever, I’d want to be able to choose my lifetime myself.
But, though I am quite disgusted with myself, I go back, again and again. I never starve myself, I never try to go without. That call shifting in motion and mind. I want the blood. I want that touch, that affection, that closeness with life. That keeps me bolted to Vandoule. I would run, run farther than I have, only I can’t seem to force myself away from the seduction of what I am. I seduce myself into believing such joys I never thought could exist.
It’s not fair to myself to continue along this road, but what is there to be fair about, when life slapped me around and gave me a, for lack of a better word, shitty hand.
“Are you sure, Doctor?”
“I know how you must be feeling, David, but when you called me in, she was already on her way.”
“Oh God! My wife! My beautiful wife!”
So you see, not only has my mother left my father, and me, I am left to deal with the guilt I have for leaving him too. Even when I was there, I abused his good advice, left him abandoned. I’m not sure, now, what it was that compelled me. Curiosity must have pulled me along with its puppet strings.
I feel so ashamed of who I am, what I’ve become, but more importantly, although I want to experiment death beyond the undead, I can’t seem to leave the pleasure of pain in others, though, after the moment is gone, it’s gruesomely hurtful to see the lifelessness in each individual I pick. Wouldn’t you try and leave that behind? Wouldn’t you try and stop such monstrous behavior?
Vandoule says that he’s not a monster, that I’m not a monster, and that in this crazy scheme we are simply there. Who wants that? Who can stand that? I do not want this! But, yet, through it all, I’m still here. I can’t lie to myself anymore. I’m alone, and, all I have is Vandoule. Perhaps it’s that I’m scared, but as I wander the streets with such confusion, the thought of him brings a smile to my face. He’s insane, yes, but I know him. Is that so bad?
“Vandoule, what if she doesn’t want to come to me?”
“Rashel, she will.”
“How do you know?”
“I just do.”
“And why are you going to be waiting for her?”
“To teach her a lesson.”
“And why is she bad?”
“She just is.”
“Who says?”
“I do.”
“Is that a lie?”
“No.”
“How do I know?”
“Because I told you.”
“But you lie.”
“No, Rashel, not anymore. You’ve made me a new man.”
“You don’t look new. You look old.” One can only take so much of this little fledgling.
“And you, my child, will always look five.”
“I am five!”
“Yes, I’m aware.”
Rashel and I were walking along a street in town. It had been raining and the road was slippery. I knew Olivia would understand once all of this was explained, but even as the undead, human shock is still quite natural.
And I’m running and running, but I’m still here. Is it him? I am so unsure. I’m walking along a wetted path of harbored passion. Just maybe.
“But let’s say she feels uncomfortable, knowing that someone is standing there and all.”
“Rashel, she knows who I am.
“Does she have a mum?”
“I don’t believe so.”
“Why not?”
“She died.”
“Olivia died?” Even when I wanted to shut her up, she was still a child, and cute.
“Ha, yes and no. I meant her mother.”
“Her mum is dead? Ah, that’s sad.”
“Yes.’
“Hey! A kitty!” And she ran off. I let her go. As much as I’ve done it, I didn’t want to see the body of a five year old rip apart a young kitten. I could sense Olivia, and I was anticipating my seeing her. It’s hard to explain, what happened next.
So much going on in my head! I don’t know what I’m supposed to do!
“There’s a man there, Vandoule.”
And that’s what I was thinking, all up until, tonight.
“A man with an arrow, Vandoule.”
“Be still.”
He was standing near me. I could smell his skin, but it was putrid. I knew Vandoule was close. He had a little vampire child with him. I was cautious, unsure of what to do.
“I’m scared.”
“You must be quiet, Rashel!” His name was Martin Moller. He was a religious fanatic, and powerful, in his own right, on how to zap our kind.
It was a decade ago when a young fledgling, coming from an ancient lord of Darkness, Malicio, brought attention to himself one evening, dancing with the daughter of a rich man in France at a Charity Ball. Owning several Opera Houses, this rich man, Fuare, was skeptical of Malicio and his daughter, Elaine’s, friendship.
Malicio was too new to understand that want of human contact, and while dancing, he held her so close that he crushed her bones, and she slipped through his arms without him even realizing he had used a power on her. Martin Moller happened to be there, serving drinks, and as everyone gasped and rushed to poor Elaine’s aid, Malicio, heart-broken and confused as to what he had done, fled the scene, leaving Martin to wonder what really had happened.
The human mind, in its natural state, will hold something close until given reason to let go, and, Martin wanting to know the truth, became obsessive with Malicio. Two years after Elaine’s death and no trace of Malicio, Martin spotted him walking a street in London. With one shot, aiming a flaming bow and arrow, he pierced Malicio’s black heart. Vampires do not die bursting into flames. It is much simpler than that. Fire burns what shell we have left after life, and, in that, we die as a human, the soul lifted from confinement.
Ah, but Martin knew Malicio wasn’t the only vampire, and thus, he has been hunting us, one by one. And tonight, he came again, seeking, wanting to be rid of us.
I read his mind. I couldn’t tell if he was letting me read it, or if he didn’t know I was there, but I found out that his name was Martin Moller. He was a vampire hunter, among other things. What luck.
“Who’s that behind him, Vandoule?”
“Rashel, you must hush!”
“Why? Who is that?”
“Who? Who? Will you please shush?”
“Her!” And, already in my anxiety, I saw Olivia. There she was, quietly standing behind Martin Moller. Any moment he could turn around and my Olivia would be gone from me forever.
I was feeling precocious. He interested me, and I knew he was dangerous, but if I could get past him, I would be safe with Vandoule. This I felt was certain. I just didn’t know how to maneuver myself around him. He walked in a slight circle, a bow and arrow in his hands, a pack on his back, shuffling his feet quietly, peering into the night, the air turning white each time he breathed from the cold.
“Olivia…”
“The bad person?”
“Oh, Rashel. She isn’t bad.”
“But you said…”
“I lied.”
“You see, I told you.”
“Told me what?”
“That you lie.”
“Oh. Yes. Rashel, is it possible, that, while we are crouching behind this bush, and might I add quite uncomfortably, that you please be quiet?”
“Yes.” And then she smiled.
“Thank you.”
“He’s gonna kill her.” And then she was quiet.
“He is not.”
I was going to crawl into a bush by his feet, undetected, when he and I both heard a small voice.
“Help!”
“Help! Where is my mum?” And off I sent her; my brave little Rashel. Though she was quite a handful, I was beginning to love her as a child, as my own.
“Well, hello there. Why are you out so late?” It was too dark for him to realize that he was talking to something he was hunting, but I guess that was good for the little one. His accent was strangely American.
“I’ve lost my mum. She told me not to walk away, and I didn’t mean to, but…but…but… and now I’ve lost my mum!” The tears came.
She started crying! What a show he was getting! I was taking this opportunity to crawl into the bushes and silently move my way to where Vandoule sat, curdled into a ball, watching the young one from an opening.
“Well, don’t you worry little missy, I’ll help you find your mother.”
“Will you hold my hand?”
“Of course.” And he reached for her hand. He bent down, barely touching her fingertips, and his face changed. Barely touching her, and he knew.
I was almost to him when he jumped from his position and flew through the air, landing on top of this Martin. Obviously something was wrong, and seeing as he had revealed himself, I followed him.
I flung myself on to him, catching him off guard and throwing him off balance. Fortunately for me, Olivia came to help me.
“Bite him, my love.” So, she did.
I bit Martin, and he tasted strangely of something sour. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it. But, after all was said and done, I drank him dry until his pulse became a distant thump.
“He’s dead.”
“Yes.”
“Vandoule, I’m sorry. I didn’t…”
“Don’t apologize. We both didn’t…”
“But you were only trying to…’
“And you needed your space…”
“I just love my family so much…”
“And I should have let you be with them, never taken you…”
“But the truth of the matter is, I am sure that I love you, too.”
And finally, my Olivia, my sweet, wonderful, perfect Olivia loved me! Oh, loved me as I loved her! Even without a human heart, I could still fly high on human emotion, and I would have if it had not been for Rashel.
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On June 2nd 2008 shorteternity Said : | |
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aww It's like a little, odd family. |
| On May 9th 2008 joejoh Said : | |
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wow! i was not expecting that :) great job, as always! |
| On February 13th 2008 username685 Said : | |
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fabulous
a moment of confusion hit me but im back on track fabulous story |
| On February 12th 2008 mkkelsey Said : | |
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how sweet!
Keep on keeping me posted. XD |
| On February 12th 2008 twilight8218 Said : | |
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aww! kmp |
| On February 12th 2008 analyssarenae Said : | |
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lmfao. rashel is quite the actress. this is the best one so far!!! keep me posted!!! |
| On February 12th 2008 tumblegrl1994 Said : | |
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aww |
| On February 12th 2008 irwinwe Said : | |
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YAY! so good! and i love the entire last part about how they can love :D and rashel...a devil and a saint haha...she saved them but she cut short their romantic interlude...i was getting excited! haha...i suppose i shall have to wait. KMPP! |
| On February 12th 2008 LadyCha0s Said : | |
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awww so sweet!!!kmp!! |
