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Vandoule (Pt.13)
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“Rashel, is that really you?”
“Who else would it be?” How dumbfounded one can look in a moment of utter confusion. It tickled my fancy.
“But, but, you were gone. You left. I saw you! You died in my arms!”
“Vandoule, I was already dead. I can’t die when I’m dead. You of all people should know that.”
“I don’t understand.”
A glimmer of light struck me, and I suddenly saw Vandoule swimming in a pool of tormented motionlessness. All his limbs were inert, non-moving and full of an aching pain. His bones were being crushed by an invisible force, leaving him with a mauled body to show for his efforts of escape.
I know I am dreaming, but what does this mean? Is it the truth, or am I letting myself worry over nothing? I can see this in my mind, but as to where Vandoule actually is, I know not. I feel a presence that surrounds us, but I just don’t know what to think! Martin Moller is dead, Rashel is dead, and Vandoule has lost his mind. Where does this leave me?
“What’s to understand?”
“You wanted to die, you told me so.”
“Rantings of a five year old.”
“Yes, you are five.”
“Yes, I know that I am. Moving on.”
“Rashel, it just doesn’t make sense.”
“Vandoule, you worry too much. Let’s go for a walk.”
“Well, I suppose that I do, but my God, what a tax that was on my nerves. “
“There is no God, and if there was, he would not be yours. Come now, let’s walk.”
“Yes, we should find Olivia.”
“Olivia?”
“Yes.”
“Ah, the fearful one.”
“What?”
“Yes, let’s find her.” I am excited. Being in a body, no matter its size, is thrilling for I have been out of body for so long. True, I am slipping up here and there, but I trust Vandoule will not notice, not until it is too late.
There is something strange here. As much as I love my Rashel, she is some how different. True, there have been cases where a vampire spirit clings on to life, coming back into the body re-born again, but I believe Rashel wanted to go. I am unsure of why she is still here, in this mortal world, after she had made it so clear that she was no longer a part of my world with all it’s falsity. For that I do not blame her, so why is she back?
I have a sinking suspicion that something is wrong. Perhaps she is trying to tell me something.
“Rashel?”
“Yes, Vandoule?”
“Is something wrong?”
“What do you mean?”
“Why are you clinging to life? Why didn’t you let your spirit go?”
“Don’t trouble yourself. I didn’t find what I was looking for. I’d rather take care of you, than remain a wandering spirit.”
“Even if you were with your mother again?”
“Yes.”
Right now, in this moment, I know what I must do. If a man, whether or not one can call him a man, will not stand up for himself, or admit his faults in danger, than I shall be the one to do it for him. Vandoule will be hurt, or worse, gone from me forever, if I do not act now! Call me a selfish creature, but I have no wish to walk in eternal darkness by myself, oh no, not after everything Vandoule has put me through already. If he will not admit that he is in danger, than I’ll just have to show him, even if I have no idea what kind of danger he may be in. All I know is that I sense a strong force, something or someone full of hate and malice.
“So, where is she? Do you know?”
“Help me!”
“Excuse me?”
“I said where is she.”
“Where is who?”
“This girl, uh, I mean…Olivia.”
“Vandoule, I’m scared. I can’t find my mum!”
“Rashel?”
“What?”
I feel as if I am being tormented. Is this Rashel’s way of playing a cruel trick? I never knew she had it in her, and the more I think on it, the more I know that she is not as malicious as that. I am thinking something greater is at hand. There is only one being I know that has been alive longer than his form, and, in knowing this; I have a suspicion that this wandering spirit has taken hold of my beloved Rashel.
Vandoule, please! Listen to me, to my messages, to the danger that surrounds you!
Malicio. What a man, in his life, what a vampire. So young, yet so clumsy. I cannot blame him for loving. It is something that all creatures go through: affection, but I cannot help that his precious Fuare asked to be drained. Yes, children. I am not of pure evil.
Fuare, knowing of Malicio’s intentions, came into a bar one blustery night, asking for a small glass of whisky. The drink I found in my human life to birth fire. I sat there, reading his mind, finding him interesting, and in my curiosity, I asked him what it was he was afraid of. By this time, he was intoxicated.
“If you must know, stranger, I want to die!”
“What ever for, good sir? You are a decent man with plenty of wealth. Do not waste your life away.”
“It is my daughter! She is dead!”
“Ah, yes, Elaine. Tragic story.”
“You know of it? You know of her death?”
“Sadly.”
“Do you know Malicio?”
“Yes, unfortunately.”
“Then you are one of them!”
“Please, keep your voice down.” He was intriguing me. I knew in that moment that even if he did not ask for me to take him, he would have to be slaughtered. Back in that day in age, any mortals that knew of our kind where not kept alive. It was a custom that I am glad to say no longer exists.
“You must kill me! Please, Monsieur!”
“Kill you? Why?”
“I am unhappy! Malicio is after me!”
“Ah, yes, but you must know, Malicio is in love with you.”
“What of it! I do not want love from a monster. Please!” I looked at him a moment, and ordered him another glass of whisky.
“Alright, I’ll do it, but first, I want you to relax, and indulge in drink.” So he did. The rest of the story you know. Malicio, I know, for even in spirit form, he is able to send me messages, wants to harm me in any possible way that he can manage.
I am curious to why I had not thought of it before, and Rashel, calling to me as her spirit. Ah, such a young child would not know how to navigate in that kind of form. That is yet another reason why we are forbidden to create child vampires. Malicio, now that I have thought on it, is in her body! Oh God, if you do exist, do you have no mercy on what was once your son?
Comments
Please Login to post comments| On July 15th 2008 LadyCha0s Said : | |
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Wowsers. Kmp!! |
| On July 7th 2008 EdwardRoxMySox Said : | |
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aghhhh. wow. kmp. !! aghghgh |
| On June 24th 2008 irwinwe Said : | |
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Vandoule must rally!! he's already asking questions...eventually he'll get it...RIGHT?! haha. and where IS olivia? |
| On June 6th 2008 username685 Said : | |
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wow
the story just keeps drawing you in]
pls let me know when it continues |
| On June 6th 2008 emorockgrl333 Said : | |
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sorry for not reading lately, but now i'm back on track :D darn, sucks for vandoule... |
| On June 5th 2008 shorteternity Said : | |
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8) |
| On June 5th 2008 JWalker2406 Said : | |
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Wow...Poor Vandoule...kmp! |
| On June 5th 2008 mkkelsey Said : | |
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dude,
I love it!
Kmp. |
| On June 4th 2008 twilight8218 Said : | |
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this story is absolutely amazing! please keep me posted on it |
| On June 4th 2008 thuhchris Said : | |
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Im with tumblegirl1994.
i love it |
| On June 4th 2008 tumblegrl1994 Said : | |
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oh wow... it keeps getting better and better kmp |
