Tears of a Vampire

Chapter Two

The Last Suns 

"Have you had enough of the taste of death?

Has it burned your tongue?"

he had asked,

his voice holding such grace to it.

But a thread of amusement was heard,

taunting me,

illuminating the thought I still had the chance to live.

He was toying with my mind and my faith.

He had brought me to a swamp,

where I suspected he would dump my body

if I had decided I should die.

But was it really my decision?

My life was lying in the hands of a bloodhound.

He had the privilege to kill me

if he hungered more of my rich blood.

Although my eyes were closed

and unaware of my surroundings,

I could sense �

feel �

his gaze on me.

But that burning feeling

could have been the touch of death itself.

Despite everything �

for fear of what I�d see �

I willed myself to open my eyes

to see whom my life belonged to,

and what I saw was aghast to me.

"Monsieur,"

I choked out,

staring into those blue, catlike eyes,

"yes."

I watched the paleness in his skin

surrender to the warm colors of flesh and pink.

It was as if watching clear, blue water

surrender to black as night came and day hid.

His now pink lips curled

into what would be considered a smile,

intentionally revealing his fangs.

Horrified,

I saw his teeth dripping with my blood,

his canine fangs longer and sharper

than I have ever seen on a wolf.

"Why should I even give you this decision?"

he breathed,

looking through my nearly lifeless eyes into my soul.

He held this gaze,

and I wondering what he found was pleasing.

But I knew he found something that satisfied him,

for his cat eyes danced with pleasure.

At the corner of my eyes,

I detected flares of yellow streaking the sky.

The vampire had seen them too,

and hissed in my ear,

"I will find you after sunset to seek for your wellbeing.

You shall be wise to expect my return,"

and dropped me.

The creature was gone before I even hit the dead soil.

I rolled onto my side

and felt what seemed like a fever come over me.

My body became hot,

sweat trickling down the sides of my face.

I willed myself to ignore the pain

as I watched the sun rise.

I knew this would be the last

I will ever see of the rising sun,

and I should cherish it.

And cherish it, I did.

The black sky radiated with yellow streaks,

pink clouds, red blotches,

fading dark blues, disappearing purples,

and the conquering light blue�

it was extravagant.

Though it was beautiful,

seeing the pink reminded me of the vampire�s lips,

the red resembling my dripping blood on those fangs.

This sent unwelcome chills down my spine.

I barely had enough strength

to push myself up into a proper sitting position.

I spent the day wallowing in pain;

wishing death would take me.

When I speak of wishing death,

I mean wishing the vampire would return.

He reeked of death.

"I will find you after sunset to seek for your wellbeing,"

he had said.

He knew how to cure me.

But for him to cure me,

would it be to make me one of his kind?

My sunset was just the same,

except black conquered all the colors of the garden.

The sky was dotted with souls

from Heaven watching over their loved ones.

The sun was gone

and the moon was a shining silver in the sky.

Day went and night came,

and so did the vampire.

He was at my throat,

his skin the color of life,

though paler than it was the night before.

His pink lips were curled into that smile,

his blue cat eyes peering into mine.

"You still want to live?"

he asked the same question in my mind.

I had never questioned life,

or God�s reason to give me a life.

I was raised in a wealthy environment,

had loving parents and a healthy bond with my older siblings.

Things in life were pleasant for me,

and I had never wished to die.

Although this is true,

I knew I would never regain my health,

nor overcome this feverish manner.

This vampire had drained my blood

and left a fatal disease in me

that would plague me

for the rest of my short time of life.

I was dying,

and I wouldn�t live for long.

"If I were to live,"

my voice strained to answer him,

"I would die in a matter of time.

What is the latter, Monsieur?"

He chuckled and loosened his grip on my throat.

He raised his wrist to his parted lips,

and to my horror,

he bit into his protruding veins,

blood trickling down his arm.

He placed his bleeding wrist onto my lips.

Of fear,

I refused to part them.

Drinking blood seemed ludicrous to me,

but it was the only way for me to regain strength.

"Drink!"

he yelled,

his blue eyes raging and white fangs baring.

Blood was still lingering on his teeth,

and I guessed it was from his supper.

"If you wish to die, then say it!

I will drain you �til your heart ceases to beat

and there isn�t a drop of blood left in you!"

And so I did.

I drank the blood of a vampire.