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My Other Half	By : aliceandmyraspencer Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Rammstein Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: My Other Half Chapter 6
Disclaimer: I do not know Rammstein, purely fiction, make no profit from this.
Author's note: because Drake's character has been bugging me for a spot of his own in the story he gets to go first in this chapter, or only depending on how long he takes. You’ll find out either way. As sexy as he is, he's a very annoying evil prick who will not leave me alone. (And yes, that does include Richard since I made them look alike >:( which kind of reminds me of an inside joke between me and a friend of mine about Richard and Gary Oldman lol )

[Drake's P.O.V]
I could tell that the texture of my new cell phone was the same as the older one but it appeared less bulky and box-like. This one is plastic, smooth, and extremely slim and a perfect size compared to the one I've had for years. My old one was basically the size of a brick and felt like one as well while being attached to my suit case that was practically useless to me considering I never liked carrying things around. I have to say, I like this one much better, especially since it can fit in my pocket! I am irritated that I had not gotten one sooner but I find myself not necessarily caring about the modern world since I am a passenger of time that will not leave the train that will carry me through the years to come. Things come and go in this world so fast that it is almost as if they never existed. As I held my phone I couldn't help but be amazed at the tiny piece of technology I held in the palm of my hand. I've been alive for so long that even after all these years I still can't believe something as simple as the phone I held I could do so much with it. The potential of such a device seemed almost endless.
In the time of the Pharaoh's an instrument such as this would be considered something of a demon's device. I would know, I'd been around long enough to dine from the blood of Egyptian kings. King Tut himself was such a delicious specimen that I was in a good enough mood to kill him swiftly for example. The morons of that time thought he had died of something else but the truth was that I did the endeavor. Roman dictators weren't bad either when it came to feeding off them but their views on technology were different compared to their Egyptian counterparts. Whereas the Egyptians were very superstitious the Romans would attempt to dissect it and discover if it came from the gods. For a time I entertained the idea to the Romans that I was Hades himself and they tried to dissect me and see if I truly was and they believed me so easily after I started killing people using my 'godlike' powers. Trying to master a cell phone would most likely be the case if there were cell phones back in those times to see if they were gifts from the gods.
Taking another long look at my black and silver blackberry phone that was no bigger than the size of my hand I debated on whether or not to call Richard and see if the turn of Myra's brother was as successful as she'd hoped. I surprisingly took interest in her life considering she’s the second female that has never feared me. If anything she’s still upset that I managed to almost seduce her but other than that she can stand my company. Richard probably wouldn't answer it if he was busy or at all considering it would be me that was calling. It is only natural for him to hate me considering I gave him both eternal life and a taste of the eternal misery I live in. The hatred that showed in his blue eyes seemed to have lessened the last time I saw him though. Though I may be cursed to be a loveless, dark and vengeful being whose anger and rage will be my real eternal existence and companion I've at least been attempting to be more in his life since I cannot actually love him, he is my son after all. I covet things that are mine when and if I want to and being that he is my only companion who actually understands my situation I would find it displeasing if something were to happen to him. That and if I consider the fact that he has MY blood naturally flowing in his veins I can somehow accept that he is more of my property than a son. Whenever I even attempt to think of him as my child something in my mind triggers my violence whereas if I think of him as my property I have a more appeasing effect upon myself. I'm too busy to tell the monster in me to explain because the 'man' in me is more focused on controlling him, even though they are one in the same.
However, Myra seems to accept me more than Richard does which is strange because the curse is supposed to have the opposite effect on everyone I meet. If anything people are supposed to be repelled by my presence alone but she will sit right beside me and have not a fear in the world and actually find our conversations stimulating while playing chess. However, I am not sure that I can truly enjoy her company when half the time I want to ravish her or watch her be ravished by my heir but knowing that she is the only creature I will refuse to violate I keep my respect for her. Her attitude when I touch her in an intimate way changes instantly to make me squirm a little in my seat because she reminds me of a demonic mother. Let's just say that demonic mothers are 1000 times worse than an authoritative human mother, and demonic mothers are the one thing I actually avoid. Myra's green eyes flash as black as Richards does when he goes into full vampire mode at the time when I do such naughty things towards her. The woman is even brave enough to strike me and put me in my place which earns that respect from me. Even my darkness finds that she does not need to be harmed which on some level is a curious topic. There may be something more special to her than Richard knows himself and I surely wanted to be right. If she was able to truly love my son then there must be more to her than meets the eye.
It almost depresses me that I know I'm incapable of loving my only child but that is something I cannot fix because of what I am. ALMOST. Am I capable of feeling sadness? Yes, but only for one reason: I cannot remember why I am cursed to be the way I am. I am so old that the beginning of my existence is actually forgotten. I do not recall my human life or even if I had family before my memory had faded. The only thing I do remember is that once upon a time I was human so I wasn't always like this. But as to how I became what I am this day I don't remember and it makes me sad only because I would like to know the reason as to why I must live out my existence the way I do. What could I possibly have done to deserve this way of life? Whoever is the cause of it should be both thanked for the power its' given me and then hanged for the side effects of such a curse. The depression I could live without but the power I could live with on the other hand.
Living in rage and sadness is tiring when it reaches its peak on a bad day and knowing it will happen often makes my despair worsen. I cannot even enjoy the little smiles thrown my way from beautiful women because their smiles infuriate me knowing that they live happy lives of not being cursed the way I am. My mind is on the brink of insanity 24 hours a day 7 days a week but my curse prevents me from actually going insane, making me live through all of it for eternity. It eases me only a fraction of comfort that my human emotion of guilt died off around the time of King Tut's life. Also, sometimes I honestly believe that my curse gives physical pain for no reason at all.
However, it does bring a dark smile to my face to remember the day I met my son and how I had managed to kill off his entire adoptive family. Their blood drenching the ground and floors that they died upon made my darkness tingle with excitement. The moment I saw him I knew he was my only child because there is not one part of his body that does not mimic my own physically. When we look at each other it's like looking into a mirror. It'd be foolish of anyone to believe we weren't even related, we're identical after all. Every inch of our skin, hair, eyes, teeth and even our privates are identical because not only is he my son and only born child, he was created the way he looks because his mother chose him to look so. I don't know how she manipulated his DNA to do so and I don't really care, because in the end it saved his life, sort of. Had he not looked exactly like me I am quite sure he would died the day I met him. It would have been a waste of a handsome face.
My eyes drifted away from my shiny new phone that my wonderful daughter Myra had got me for a present recently by mail and landed on the stewardess that offered me to drink from her smooth mocha colored arm. Having my attention focused solely on the phone I hadn’t even heard her enter the area. Her white sleeved uniform was pulled up to expose to me in case I would accept her offer. I silently accepted considering I was getting rather thirsty but I would have preferred to somewhat hunt these stewardesses and hear their pitiful cries as they tried to hide from me on this plane but chose to go a more subtle route. After about 7 minutes of leisurely sucking her warm red blood from her tender flesh I could tell the woman was becoming faint and started to get a concerned look in her eyes. Now she was catching on that I was not about to let go so she started struggling to detach my mouth from her arm in a futile attempt. It apparently never occurred to her that not all vampires like to let their food live, especially me. Every tug she made only drove my teeth deeper into the muscle of her arm and ruptured her blood vessels more.
Her struggling soon turned into begging as she became weaker but quickly she stopped fighting back knowing that I was going to drain her dry if I wanted to do so and she could do nothing about it. The realization of exactly who was drinking from her came back to her mind. I was not someone who others should be around. When she first offered herself to me she thought of me as client, a possible friend considering how we've know each other for a while and behaved towards one another. I have known her about a year now and have gotten to know her somewhat out of boredom but that in no way affects me as I drain her last drop which tastes plain. I’m hungry and she was offering. She knew what she was getting into when she started this job and it’s her own fault for being stupid enough to take it.
In all honesty if she valued her life she would have been better off never speaking to me earlier this year. That was her first mistake. What I really like to make the ones that work for me do is to lure them into a sense of calmness around me while slowly sucking the life out of them without these pathetic mortals (and immortals) knowing. Before they can even back out of coming into contact with me I've already killed them and their pain feeds my inner anger, giving it a form of pleasure at knowing I am extremely powerful.
Making a thud while hitting the floor her dead body laid there as her heart finally stopped. Blood covered her arm in a prefect picture of an art piece while combined with a touch of horror thrown in. If this was a painting I would have to call myself Da Vinci because of how beautiful her death looked at the moment. From time to time even a dark creature like myself can stop to admire the beauty that is in darkness and death. Although the image of such red beauty covered her uniform now I had no intention of licking it up, that would be both beneath me and an unpleasant taste in my mouth. I normally prefer someone with a little more zest in their blood, so to speak and she was almost bland. Her cold blood wouldn’t be worth my time. Those rich brown eyes that I found very attractive will never glow with life again and I merely enjoy the thought of her last moments of suffering. The girl suffered in silence in the end knowing who the boss was and who conquered her life and death from the moment she got hired. With hair that was black and short and went in all sorts of directions it would almost look like she had been roughed up a bit before her death.
My thoughts went back to my son's mother while at the thought of dominating a woman. It was not by chance that I had found her but that she had been waiting for us to come in contact with each other after having a vision knowing that her life would dangle in my hands. Once I knew what she was I had made a deal with her in the hopes of lifting the part of the curse I didn't particularly like, the part where I had to live in eternal misery. Even now as I recall this memory I am actually suffering the loneliness and emptiness I can never be rid of. My heart will never feel complete or happy because no matter what I do to try and change it the curse will stay with me. I am simply meant to suffer or die. I think suffering while bathing in a blood bath sounds good right about now since I have no intention of dying. That’ll be the first thing I do when I arrive at my destination.

***Flashback Around 1736 Years Prior***

Considering that it was a powerful being that made me the way I am I had figured that maybe a witch, a rare thing to find, would have enough power to lift my curse. If not that then at the very least lessen it for me by making me not feel so utterly and completely alone with this anger and hate for living things and the misery of knowing no one understands how much grief that I go through every day to control it and the loneliness of no one being able to accept me because I'm evil. The darkness that physically tears my soul apart over and over every moment I myself am not doing something vile is something I’m still attempting to control. The curse literally prevents people from feeling any sort of love for me and me feeling any love for anyone. It has even gone lengths to ensure that my actions speak of ultimate torture and cruelty along side of being evil. But as I've said before, Myra seems to not be affected by it like others do which only increases my curiosity of her gene pool. Is there something hidden inside my new daughter's blood that not even she knows about?
When his mother told me there was nothing she could do to lift the curse I had nearly killed her up until the point where I smelled her scent. Even as old as I was my body still ached when it smelled fabulous blood nearby and would torture me until I tasted it. The cravings would be so strong at times where if I did not obey them I would have to go into spasms. Her blood smelled so luscious but at the same time it brought out an authoritative lust for her body, which was otherworldly beautiful in itself. Her eyes glowed ice blue to the point of almost being white and hair so long and wavy that it matched the curves of her body and so richly black in color that I thought it appeared blue in the sunlight. She also possessed lips so pink and smooth like I'd never seen on a woman before. It was rare for me to become so enamored to the point of lust. I almost lost myself in such a creature as her because I'd never come across one, let alone one with beauty like no other. Her power practically flowed off her body in waves like the ocean and it made that sudden ache for her stronger. She knew how she affected me too and offered to be my personal sex slave and my property alone as long as I let her live and no harm came to her.
Of course I smirked at her and said, "I'll do with you as I please no matter what." I was so strong and unmatched that this woman, as strong as she was with her magic and powers, could not harm me. She, like everyone else on this god-forsaken planet had their limits. I, however, am practically immune to everything. Even the sun cannot harm me on a good day, though the one's I turn are another story, they start to turn to dust. It is only when the sun is extremely hot that I myself become victim to its damage to a certain degree.
Feeling in control was my best mood; it meant I'd get some form of pleasure from my curse if it allowed me to manipulate it to do so. That was why I willingly did not fight my evil nature. I learned quickly in this life not to fight what my curse wanted and right now it wanted to be naughty. My attitude was wonderful until she told me, "Once you satisfy yourself with my body you won’t be mentally strong enough to protect yourself. You’ll be weak enough for me to burn you alive using only my mind. If you don't believe me then you should take a look at the sleeve of your coat that you are wearing. I'm burning a small hole in it as we speak." And she indeed was doing so. My withered, brown leather coat was now ruined on the right side bearing a hole no smaller than 2 inches in diameter. This was a great demonstration in the power she held on a small scale.
Having not given into my sexual desires for so long I was almost tempted to not heed her warning and just have my way with her because the feeling of both her power and the smell of her scent nearly made me lose my mind to that animal that I am. Almost; I didn't have to have her, I could have simply killed her off and my mind started to lean towards that direction because even if she was dead, her body would still be so otherworldly beautiful, I was sure it would be. I had never smelled a witch before but from what I could tell the smell of magic that lingered in their blood made them even more attractive as food. Even if her heart stopped beating I was desperately sure that the scent of her blood would still linger for some time. With that in mind I took a step towards her and started thinking of which method would be more fun to kill her with and how long I had to pleasure myself with her corpse before her scent died out on me.
The scared look on her face notified me that she knew my intentions so she quickly confessed something she'd conveniently remembered that actually made me stop and listen to her soft voice. If she wasn't a witch I would have guessed her to be a siren for it wasn't easy to get me to stop and listen to anyone if I had my mind set on something already. I’d been fortunate enough to experience what sirens did but their futile attempts to kill me did not work, my curse would not let me be dragged into their clutches. They suffered beautifully on their last day of living.
"If you do take me up on my arrangement there might be a chance that the curse could be eased, if only momentarily." I could hear the rapid thumping of her heart that some might mistake for lying but knew she spoke the truth, especially since I could read it from her frightened mind. The swishing of her blood pumping through the chambers of her heart almost distracted me from hearing a word she had said. The sound of a beating heart in a person who was afraid was always so distractingly exciting. All she really wanted to was to live and she'd be happy to give me what she offered as long as I kept that end of the deal. Her eyes were so big and full of fear that from the distance I stood from her I could actually see little swirls of magic swimming inside her crystal-like eyes. They resembled small specks of silver and gold but no human would notice such things for they couldn’t actually “see” magic. They merely saw it’s affects.
Usually I don't care what anyone has to say once I make a decision but today is her lucky day and that she may be of some use to me. I’ll never admit I was almost forced to stop in my tracks just because of someone’s voice. That, and I had never been offered such a bargain as she is giving me now so the temptation lingered. "How?" I asked her, actually thinking about taking her up on her offer.
Was there truly a way to ease my curse in some form? It had been so long since I’d felt anything but this curse that I have forgotten everything else virtually. I am not even sure that my real name is Drake because of how much I’ve forgotten but it is the one name I constantly go by and remember.
Her heart started to calm down in hopes that I was interested long enough to listen. Lucky for her I was. “If a creature such as yourself couples with a powerful witch like myself, my power might just reach a peak high enough to ease your curse, if only briefly each time because of the burst of energy it would give off. However, there are not very many witches in this world, if any of them are left besides me, and if you kill me you may not find another just as powerful. I’m willing to give you the chance to get what you want in exchange for letting me live and no harm done to me. I wouldn’t attempt to harm you in a weakened state nor run away and my word is binding.” Through the frantic thoughts that ran through her head I read that she told the truth and she believed in what she said. To that I gave her some credit. Liars didn’t have peaceful endings when they lied to me. Neither did the ones that told the truth but at least I made it seem as if I was going to give them one.
After all these years I’d finally found someone who might be able to help, but it seemed too good to be true. There had to be a catch to what she’d told me. Nothing good came free in this world. Everything had a price. I was not about to strike a deal without knowing all the flaws that came with it, even if I decided to go against the deal because I no longer wished to have it. “What’s the catch? It can’t just be that I fuck you senseless,” I asked wisely. Nothing was as easy as it seemed. Having sex to get what I desperately wanted seemed too pleasingly easy to achieve, especially since it had been decades since I’ve even had the pleasure of having physical attraction to someone. But was it really rape or did it have to be consensual was what I was really asking.
For the first time I saw her smile innocently at me. Something about her smile both angered me vastly and made me wish to rip her esophagus out while violating her body with my own and feasting upon that magic flavored blood that lingered in those veins, possibly making me more powerful. The sweetness she gave off made me wish to put the horror of myself in her eyes just to change the appalling look she was giving me while showing just a little bit of her pale teeth and a grin that made me want to claw it off of her facial muscles. “A wise question indeed. You are not as foolish as I thought. To answer your question the answer is no, it is not something as simple as you having intercourse with me. The catch is that we both have to experience pleasure while reaching our peaks. That means you cannot hurt me while doing so because I am not good with pain and if I’m not enjoying myself then you will not achieve the result you yearn for. That is the only catch. As for being your sex slave, I will be obligated to do whatever you wish so long as it means I am neither harmed nor killed but that won’t mean you’ll achieve the same goal. That is all.” And that was all it took to get me to agree.
I knew it would be hard to try and not harm her as she said but I also knew that I had great patients when it came to getting what I wanted. I also came to the conclusion that having a sex slave would help fill my time that I was not terrorizing the life out of some random victim for mere fun. When one is immortal certain things can make existence boring. That would explain why I’d stopped using rape as a form of torture for several decades, it stopped being fun when I always got the same squeals of begging. Even the men I’d decided to force myself upon sounded like the women I did it to. It got boring really fast.
That night I met her was the very first night that I took her as a lover and true to her word my curse was lifted for a moment after we came together, something that was an accident really. That’s when I decided she deserved the term lover in my head instead of just simply being my toy. Even I had to respect the power she held to some degree, even if it was simply a title. I felt so much freedom and positive emotion that I knew I could never give her up after that. Having my cock shoved up her pussy might have affected my judgment that moment but neither of us decided to cross that bridge and just stay contented. Covered in sweat while lying on a dirty animal skin rug in her tent didn’t bother my mood one bit. If anything it made me feel more alive and free. Instantly sex became fun again once I reaped the benefit.
That one moment of bliss I experienced I felt as if I was actually able to tame the beast I’d become and feel like the man, the human I was once so long ago and to be alive again. Even though I cannot remember my human life I know it must have been a decent one while it lasted (before whatever I did to cause the curse anyway). For that one moment I almost thought I loved her because of what she was able to give me and the look in her lust filled eyes as she saw who I was in that one brief flash. It lasted no more than twenty seconds. During those twenty seconds I took the time to also discover every little sensation that went through my body while still connected to her in between her legs. Every muscle fiber in my body twitched with excitement every inch my dick rubbed against her oversensitive flesh.
As quick as it came it left so violently I was essentially physically in pain and removed myself from her touch as if she were made of fire from the sun itself. Every inch of my skin felt like it was on fire, especially my now limp dick considering I’d just given it a workout for the first time in about two decades. All the happiness I had experienced was ripped away from me like my own arm being taken off while bleeding profusely (which I know from experience is PAINFUL). At first I felt completely devoid of emotion all together like an empty shell, but then the anger and loneliness quickly reappeared as the burning feeling left and I almost wanted to kill her for giving me a taste of what I thought was perfection only to have it ripped from me. More than that, I wanted her blood in my mouth going down my throat and into my gut while pounding her tender womanhood into oblivion as I reached another orgasm, desperately wanting another moment of that bliss like an addict. But I held myself back, knowing full well that if I didn’t keep my end of the bargain, she would not keep hers. That, and if I actually killed her first, I knew I would never be able to satisfy my new found lustful need for her.
After quickly putting my clothes on I left her lying on her rug and told her to enjoy life while I was away and expect me back any time. I needed to kill something badly to help simmer the violent urge I’d gained along with the bloodlust. A whole village was wiped out that very night just to keep my end of the deal.
A week later I returned and only because my craving for her body and the craving of liberty she was able to give became insufferable, almost more so than the curse since I’d had a taste of both and can compare them. I had never went as far as to say anything during our intercourse rituals but I can honestly say that certain at times I kept her wanting me more than the food she needed to survive on to the point where she would already be willing to scream my name in a lustful way and encourage a possible second round. The woman’s appetite for sex was a surprising thing considering I would have never guessed her to enjoy it as much as she expressed that she did. Sometimes she would be the one to initiate intercourse and she did it so willingly I couldn’t help but be surprised when she’d practically jump me after not seeing her for nearly 2 weeks.
It went on like that for a year. Sometimes I’d make her come with me when I wished to go somewhere else and sometimes I’d simply find her, knowing her exact location every time. Other times I would want to be alone because it felt almost as if she was a nuisance having around and I would simply leave without her knowing. My comings and goings never seemed to bother her. There was nowhere she could hide from me anyway. The sex wasn’t always gentle, sometimes I’d become so aroused that I wouldn’t be able to hold back from violently taking her where she was but I never bruised or broke skin, not unless she gave permission which sometimes (rarely) she begged for.
Due to the contract we had struck she had gained a sense of trust out of it knowing I would never drain her dry if I wished to experience my “moment” as she called it. Other times I was strong enough to control myself to coax her into achieving that paradise once more (those times she’d suggest we go at it again). Those times we’d fucked it almost looked like she was eager enough to do it without me being willing. Once I even thought she was going to rape me because I wasn’t even in the mood. It must be my attractive looks. Those were the times that I remember most with her considering how brief of a time we had together period.
But things changed a year after I’d met her. Approximately to the exact day that we met and I found her once again did she proclaim the impossible: she was 3 weeks pregnant (since I’d last seen her) and ‘it’ was mine. I was going to be a father to a healthy normal human boy. I was going to have a son according to a vision she had.
Tara, her name I’d learned within the first month, had been careful and planned when to tell me the news very well. The woman was no idiot. She did not make the mistake of telling me when I was “under the influence” as I like to call it now. Predicting the future was her most precious gift when it came to being around me so she’d know what to expect. She told me directly in the throes of passion as soon as that heavenly feeling came to me and my darkness was eased which essentially lasted about 1 minute that time. In that minute I had actually felt joy only to have it shattered like glass because she told me that in order to bring our child into the world she would have to leave it herself. The serious look on her face told me she was not joking.
To say I was shocked would have been an understatement because it felt as if I was being taken over by an undertow. I remember the emotions clearly because I had never felt them again after that; I was going to be given a chance to grow and raise a child that was mine and let him be simply mine to adore, even when I was in my normal state of mind because he would be my son. Then the fear came when she announced that our child was not truly alive, that he was actually just “there”, a shell if anything. Knowing I had managed to create a body of a child that would develop but never be truly alive actually made me fear for my sons’ life if he were to be born. Then came the type of despair that I had never been knowledgeable about; if I was going to be a father to more than just a living body she would have to sacrifice herself by giving him all her magic to give him life and leave this world forever.
As soon as my curse came back in full force I nearly broke her neck because of how angry she made me. My irrational side also took a chance to return at that moment as well. How DARE she choose to leave this world without it being me that sent her out of it?! And she had no right to accuse me of being the father considering it was impossible, I’d attempted to procreate centuries and decades before and no female could be impregnated by me. Therefore she must have been with another man. That would have meant she had broken her word and let another touch her. So what she told me had to be a lie. But as soon as I read her mind I saw that she had been faithful to me the whole time and I instantly wanted to rip the child out from her womb to keep her on this earth for my on sick and selfish reasons. It also made me even angrier when I thought for a moment that she was attempting to make vampires of her own for her own personal gain but that thought died instantly. The woman had no desire to make an army, simply live the life she was given.
Immediately I questioned her on how the child could have been mine considering I was an undead creature and could only infect life that eventually died, not create life. The monster inside me was ready to override my mind and rip that fetus out of her to keep her, its pet, alive for as long as possible. If you thought I was crewel then you have yet to see me when I let myself completely go to the demon that I can be. I might have even chewed it up and spat it out in spite of the blasted parasite. But as soon as it started taking over my train of thought it returned to the side of my mind, waiting to hear how such a child was capable of being brought into the world completely free of its curse. The demon tends to be a curious creature when supernatural things came into play, and it liked to play with such things indeed. “How is this child mine? I’m dead and have been for a long time. I’ve already tried to breed my way into the world but have never succeeded because of the fact that I AM dead. Please, do tell how YOU managed to make me succeed in having a child but making it human,” asked infuriated. In a sick way I was very pleased at how enraged I was at her. It was an excuse to get verbally violent with her.
Those blue eyes looked at me with fear in them which I delight in because we both knew she had to word her answer carefully. At any moment I could break our deal. “The reason why I’m the only one able to carry your child is because I am a powerful witch. Witches and demons have procreated before only because of the magic that witches possess but considering that you are the first of your kind, the undead, I would never have thought it possible. The only reason he will be human when is born is because your body was human once before and my body technically is human. He will be normal because you being an undead creature makes him almost dead himself, an empty shell, while growing inside me. The only reason he lives inside me is because he feeds off my magic but has no life of his own, no magic to sustain himself.”
“Then why are you choosing to have him? You know I can rip him from your womb just to keep you around,” I said coldly. I was royally pissed off to see where this might go. “I am selfish like that and you know it. I don’t want you having this THING inside you, ready to take your life the moment it is born. That is my job. The only reason I’m even having this conversation with you and not doing it just because I can is because I know when to respect someone who’s almost as powerful as me.” That was a fair rule that I had always lived by; respect ones with power. Even evil enjoys giving respect when one deserves it.
Before she even said her final argument I heard it in her head. To hear her say it out loud sounded like the most selfish and unselfish thing in the world and it was all for me. She even had unshed tears in her eyes as she said it. In all the time I’d known her I’d never seen her have tears. “I want him to live because I want you to have someone that will understand you. Yes he will be human when he is born but you will always be his father. And being that you are possessive of what is yours I know that you will one day turn him into a creature like yourself and pass on the curse you have to him. He may never forgive you but you’ll always understand each other in the end.”
A sinister smile etched its way onto my face. “So you want him to suffer as I have? What kind of mother are you, wanting that for their child?” I chuckled darkly. Oh my demon was amused with her now. He’s sitting in his chair in my mind waiting to hear more from her. He’s hoping she wants the parasite to suffer.
Her head shook while a single tear escaped her right eye. She actually looked pathetic. “I wouldn’t want that curse on anyone, especially our son. But I know that he will be the only creature in your entire existence that will understand you when you turn him. He will suffer as you have but not to the same extent. That is where you will find a companion of some sort in him. Not even I will live forever Drake and I would rather you have our son by your side because even if you don’t want him now, there will be a day when you realize that he will be the only constant in your undead life because he too will have to suffer with his own monster. And even to some extent, he will bring to you a glimmer of peace with him when he finds what he needs to find.” That last part I didn’t understand so I chose to ignore it.
I thought about her words and how she was right about not being around forever. I’d already attempted to turn her into a creature like myself but her magic protected her from the change just as she’d predicted it the moment before I tried to prove her wrong. I wanted her around forever because of all my wonderfully selfish reasons, particularly the one where I would not have to suffer all the time. But, if there was one thing I truly didn’t want it would have to be to let this child live and have her die sooner rather than later and when I finally did turn him and then it would make no difference than how I feel right now. It would be a waste. If I was going to do this one thing she desperately wanted more than her own life, I wanted a good reason on how her plan was to work. “How can you be so sure that he will understand me as I’ve longed for a companion to do so? I will never love him as you know. If anything he will hate me simply because of what I am and because I put the same fate upon him. So give me one good reason how any of this could truly benefit me.”
That’s when her eyes shined with what appeared to be happiness which only confused me until she spoke again. “Because his curse will not be exactly like yours. He will be able to love but constantly bear the same sadness and rage and darkness as you do. I have seen it. He will come to you in hopes that you know how to deal with what you’ve given him and there you will find that companion. There will be only one woman in his existence that will be able to accept him as he is but it will not be for many, MANY years, though he will at first unintentionally try to find her. He will know there will be only one girl out there who would take him and when he finds her, he will know what to do. She will be a spirit like no other that this earth has seen to the point where even she will look at you and find something to like. She’ll be that glimmer of peace I spoke of just a moment ago.”
I stared at her long and hard, debating on whether to give her this chance to possibly do something for me or simply erase this child from ever being born and simply enjoy the time I have left with her as she ages and dies. It didn’t take long for my demonic side to see the sickening pleasure of watching what would be my only child suffering as I do. I was cruel enough to watch normal mortals suffer so my own child would be no different in the process. If anything it may amuse myself some more. It would amuse the demon more because it knows if I was able to care it would probably be the worse feeling in the world to watch my offspring suffer. The decision was made by the both of us.
Quickly I turned around and walked away from her, leaving her in the small cottage she’d found on the outskirts of a village and made her home. “You’re lucky I’m enjoying the idea of watching the poor bastard suffer when I turn him, as you claim that I will do. Otherwise you would be bleeding from the gut right now watching me devour that parasite inside you. Don’t expect me back though, I shall not think of you once I leave this land. Consider that the only gift I’ll ever give you when it’s not a gift at all.” With that I walked out of her life and did not think of her again after that. There was no point in thinking about something that came and went like a passing meal since I would not miss her. However, just because I had managed to distract myself did not mean that I had completely forgotten. I simply buried the memory and thought of what I could do to some knights on a quest if I found any. Not even the part about my supposed son’s future mate of some sort bringing peace to me entered my mind again.
***36 Years Later***
It would not be for another 36 years that I found myself wandering the same land where I left that witch nor thought of her. It was only because I’d returned to the same area that I had thought about her at all because thinking of her made me think of the momentary peace she once brought me that I would no longer have. And thinking of the parasite that was supposed to take her life that ended my only chance of a moment of peace only made me full of more wrath than I already possessed. The fury had managed to bring out my proper form these days but I quickly shifted back to my human face for a good predator did not scare off his meals right away. Having forgotten the wench in the first place somehow made me become great associates with my anger and evil on a level I never had reached before because I’d become even stronger, it had become stronger. However, for all I knew the both of them could have been dead in childbirth and that thought pleased me somewhat. I continued my trek through the dead white grass of the fields while listening to the individual hairs of grass crunch under my black leather boots toward the village.
Unfortunately when I arrived at the village near the witch’s cottage I was strangely welcomed instead of feared like I’d become accustomed to when I showed up anywhere with living blood-bags. Humans sensed that there was something wrong with me upon instinct without fully understanding why and it was a good thing, it kept them alive long enough to learn to fear me and that fear soon became my breakfast when it ripened. But these people who wandered the rural community greeted me like an old comrade and asking how my day was and asked if I was feeling well because I seemed a little pale. It struck me as odd but being that I was treated differently upon first contact I let the thought fade away. For the most part they smelled horrible because they had yet to bathe but the scent of their blood over powered the vile odor. With clothes that were literally torn and filthy I couldn’t help but think of them as hooligans.
The trust in their eyes that shined on me made my hunger dim because it was sickening to see such affection, but the thought of killing off the entire village that seemed so willing to 'help me' brought back my appetite. “Oh I’ll be fine as soon as I murder everyone here, but your offer is greatly acknowledged.” Everyone around gave that pathetic look of confusion, wondering if I’d said what I had said. Some began to whisper amongst themselves while shifting between looking at me and looking at the person they were talking to. Their combined voices sounded like a scratching on wooden post because of how off key they sounded.
A middle aged woman stepped closer to me and in an attempt to hear me better. “What did you say, Richard?” she whispered, the horror finally showing on her colorful ugly features as she gazed into probably my black eyes. Whoever she thought I was she now greatly feared. Being called by that name didn't bother me; I'd been called much worse while ripping strips of flesh off a victim before. On plenty of occasions I was even called the devil himself.
I merely lifted one half of my mouth up in a smile. This was going to be interesting. "I won't repeat myself. I'm rather hungry now that your scent is close enough to smell."
Blood clouded my vision and made everything I saw red as I quickly extended my fangs and ripped out her throat with my salivating mouth and swallowing the pieces of flesh while drinking the blood that partly splattered all over my face. The screams of the villagers filled my ears like the sound of a beautiful choir singing for me alone. 2 seconds later I was on tearing out the heart and liver of a boy with blonde hair and green eyes no more than the age of 7, his death lasted for at least a minute before his mind shut down on him to finally kill him. Both his fresh young body parts were like a delicacy on my tongue as I swallowed them whole. It mattered not how old victims were because I really only cared if they smelled better than the average human and I would purposely save them for last. The rest of them ran off in many different directions, some hiding, others getting on horses to ride as far away as they could. I went for the ones on horses first because those were the most fun to catch because of their inability to notice that no matter where they ran I would find them. One by one I killed them off, drinking their blood and enjoying the taste of their delicate meat in my mouth and stomach.
When I got to the last home at the edge of the village there was only an elderly woman inside it hiding under her blue bed, praying that her husband was alive and found a good enough weapon to kill me with and that her son would be safe by the time he returned home. Killing off old ladies was my specialty because I can literally scare them to death and all I had to do was show my red eyes, long fangs and say “boo” to her before she had a heart attack. Taking slow steps around the room I pretended to look for her as if I did not know where she was already, giving her that false sense of hope that I might walk out without ever finding her. Every step I took the sound of her pounding heart became more frequent and louder as I neared her hiding spot.
After about a minute the sound had become so fast and loud that I became bored of its noise. I have a tendency to get bored very easily and hearing the same sound I've heard for my entire existence I get bored easily once I've heard it again. Without warning I plopped down onto the bed she resided under, making sure I made it bounce several times on her before quickly looking under it and giving her my most dashing creepy smile while showing my demonic face. “Hello,” I whispered to her, making sure to give it a little extra 'charm' to it. Her reaction came as unexpected however, she didn’t die right away which kind of sparked my curiosity. It's not often that I get the elderly to last past looking at my face. Instead she gave a loud screech and attempted to claw at my face with her her eyes sealed shut tightly. Her nails were surprisingly sharp as felt the tips of them scrape against my skin. However, when I pulled her out from under the bed she had no choice but to look up at my face and I saw old grey eyes that tried to say something to me.
I didn't attack her out of curiosity of what she had on her mind and why she looked at me the way she did. Instead I hovered over her and examined her features. Her skin was withered with age and a little darker than olive shade. Her hair was silver and flowed down to her shoulder in a wavy mess of knots. Her clothes had looked as if they had seen better days by the many small holes that adorned them. Her nose was long and flat but looked as if she had a faded bruise on it. I'd been so caught up in examining her that I had failed to notice that her hand came up and gently touched my face. The action itself snapped me out of my distracted state and made my mind think she was going to attack me and instantly the form of my 'true' face came on display for her along with the darkness of my thoughts that I was almost certain by the look she gave me she could read. Unfortunately she died of shock before I could get any REAL work done on her considering she had the nerve to touch me.
She died quicker than most of my usual victims which was kind of depressing. The words never left her mouth and her mind was racing with so much confusion and pain from the scare of seeing my 'true' face that I couldn’t make sense of it. The random direction of her thoughts showed various memories. The odd thing about the memories that struck me were those of a small boy with dark hair and blue eyes who seemed to stroke my memory like the petting of a cat. His face seemed so familiar to me that I was merely baffled by the display of it. Then the last image was of me, only it wasn’t ‘me’ per say. I looked alive, warm and possibly even at peace with myself as I chopped logs with an elderly man. None of those images made sense to me but nevertheless got my attention.
As my eyes gazed down her small frame I noticed how peaceful she looked in death, other than the surprised expression on her lips. She needed a makeover to fix that problem. Using one clawed finger I scared up that face of hers to the point where all I had to do was peel off the skin (which I did). Feeling the wet blood between my fingers felt natural as I maneuvered the various pieces of flesh around her face like a puzzle. Yes, she looked much better this way.
When I was completed playing around with the thick, wet, red muscles that once consisted of her features I took a small piece with me as I stood up slowly and placed the flesh into my mouth, sucking every ounce of ruby liquid it contained. I made an uncomfortable expression as I swallowed the rest of it. It wasn’t as if she was the worst blood bag I’d eaten but she sure was not the best by far. The most delicious thing I had ever eaten/tasted was definitely an infant (besides the rare bloody licks I got from my former lover). The fresh born babies were always the tenderest meals. My eyes scanned her body once more as I rubbed her blood all over my face to prolong the enjoyment of the scent and decided I was done with her now. I now had no further use of entertainment concerning the corpse before me.
Turning towards the door I started heading down the hall and out the entrance in the direction of the shed, or barn, or whatever it was called back then, and listened carefully for her husband’s location that her thoughts oh so beautifully betrayed just recently.
When I noticed him his thoughts were practically yelling at me to not find his wife and that she remain unharmed until he had a chance to finish building some sort of trap for me. Coming to the opening of the barn I leaned to the side of the door and examined my prey as he seemed to not notice me immediately. So I folded my arms across my chest and noticed that he wore farmers’ clothes that themselves have seen better days like the man’s wife for they were in the same condition. With dust covering him from head to toe he continued to work on what appeared to be a makeshift double headed ax while sweating profoundly.
A few more moments went by that I had gone unnoticed and as amusing as it was to let him think I had not arrived yet to the location of his home I was beginning to get bored with waiting. The man simply had nothing on his mind other than worrying for his wife who was supposed to be alive and hiding and a son who was away at another village for several days to keep me occupied so I decided to burst his bubble. “Pity. And here I’ve been standing, waiting, for several minutes for you to notice me,” I said loudly.
If the man was a skin walker he would have jumped right out of that flesh he occupied from the surprise of hearing someone speak. “Richard, what are you doing here? You’re not supposed be here for several more days. Never mind that, you need to help me finish this thing before that creature comes this way! It’s killing everyone and anything that’s alive from what the neighbors are telling me!” he demanded as he tossed a hammer in my direction. I caught it with ease in my right hand and with a confused smile on my face.
There was that name again, Richard, that the people seemed to think was my name. What was it with these people thinking they knew me? Sure the first person that had spoken to me had called me that thinking I was that person but I merely passed it off as a possibility of mistaken identity. However, as I recall reading this farmer’s wife’s thoughts her jumbled images seemed to somehow connect with this man’s accusation that I was someone who looked like someone he knows. Interesting. I decided to get to the bottom of this.
Simply twirling the hammer in my hand I sauntered over to the old man that contained neither facial or regular hair as well as horrible choice in clothing. My movements were quick and silent as I stepped behind him and gently tapped his shoulder with my left index finger. As he turned to me, ready to yell from the looks of it, I grabbed his chin with my left hand, turned his body to face me, and then used little strength to hit him with the hammer. I brought his face close to mine and closed my eyes while smelling the blood that dripped from his nose and lips while hearing the cries of pain come from his throat. “And WHO exactly is this Richard you speak of? This is the second time I’ve been mistaken for this person today,” I asked venomously as my human face changed back to the demonic one I felt so natural with. By now he’s noticed the blood on my face from the look in his green eyes as I open my now black ones. His mind is quiet now as his wife’s was when she had gone into shock.
The silence was not getting me the answer I so desired so gripped his face harder until he let out a howling scream of pain. “I asked you a question and I demand an answer. Who do you think I could have possibly been for you to mistake me for them so easily? Now, since you’ve got my curiosity spiked I’m willing to be a little generous right now, which has never happened before. Answer me this moment and I’ll kill you swiftly without making you watch what I’ve already done to your wife or I’ll make you watch what I’ve done to her as well as what I can do with her corpse and yours!” I said excitedly.
I was almost hoping he wouldn’t answer because the second option sounded so much more fun but as his lips started to move they had become as still as stone. His eyes moved to something or someone that was behind me and they widened considerably before turning back to me. The instant my ears picked up the sound of footsteps at the door my nose smelled the scent of something that smelled so appetizing it reminded me of the witch that robbed me of my freedom. My face morphed back to his human façade to gain some better control of the blood lust I wanted to give into at the moment. Even after all these years that scent still nearly cost me my control. The way the man was looking at me strikes me in a way that plays with my curiosity too much. His eyes dart back and forth between me and the person behind me. Even more so, the voice that called out struck a chord inside me that almost chilled me to the bone. Almost. “Father, what’s going on?” the person said in a worried, masculine tone.
That voice. I’d heard that voice in my head over and over ever since I became what I was because it was the voice of the demon inside me. It was the sound that mocked me as it taunted and tortured me throughout my existence and forced thoughts and words and ideas inside my aching skull to give into its darkened ways. A voice that sometimes I considered a friend and foe at the same time. It was my voice this stranger spoke with.
Instantly I dropped the elderly man I had held and turned around to face the stranger only to be met with someone who was my mirror image in every aspect except that he looked healthy and alive and smelled mouthwatering. To say I was shocked would be a lie. To say I was invisibly struck with awe at the creature that stood before me would be close to an exact description of what I was currently feeling. Unfortunately my moment of admiring the man before me was cut short as the thoughts of the elderly man began to form into words to tell the young one to run. Granted I knew I would be able to chase the one whom I was guessing was called Richard if he chose to run I still did not want to have to actually hear the elderly man speak for he was of no interest to me. Quickly growing my claws out, I slashed his throat out without even taking my eyes of the young man.
The young man dropped what appeared to be a bag made of brown pig skin and charged at me while yelling in anger as if he were to attack me. I let him do so until he was within grabbing distance and I bound his arms with one hand and carefully examined his face with the other, making sure that my index clawed finger lightly scratched his face to where it hurt but didn’t bleed. The pain didn’t seem to faze him for his expression didn’t change. It must be the adrenaline rushing through his body.
His blue eyes that did indeed match mine widened was he got a closer look at my face which he by now noticed looked exactly like his. “WHO ARE YOU?” he yelled in my face. Not liking the tone he took with me I gave him a nice, bruising smack. However, that did not shut him up as I would have liked. “WHY DID YOU KILL MY FATHER? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY MOTHER YOU EVIL BASTARD? IF YOU SO MUCH AS LAID ONE-“ Instantly I covered his mouth with my ice cold, still clawed hand. Instead of continuing to try to yell he tried to pull away from my icy touch. Interesting, pain had no immediate effect on him but the cold did.
“Oh I’ve laid more than one hand on your mother if that sweet, old woman who lies dead in that shit hole of a house is she. I don’t like the tone you’re giving me. Let’s see if we can change that.” As I was about to lift my hand from his face his scent filled my nostrils once again only this time I KNEW for sure I had smelled it before. At first I was wondering if my mind was simply playing tricks on me, however, I know better now. He smelled like hidden power…just like his mother did.
Instantly I knew who he was. He was by no means just someone who I happened to be mistaken as like the villagers had. This was my ‘son’, the parasite who stole his mother from me! The parasite who stole MY witch! He had to be because he looks identical to me in every aspect and he smells like his mother, his REAL mother. It must be that magic that flows through his veins. “My, my. So we finally meet you parasite,” I whispered coldly to him. The hostility in my voice was evident that I was not happy with his company. The look in his eyes told me he knew that too. “I honestly didn’t think I’d ever see you but it looks like your mother planned this out very well. And I must say that I am rather amused how you’ve turned out considering that I would have guessed you’d be dead long before now.”
Feeling a flash of rage go through me as I looked him over I instantly released the young man, knowing I was close to crushing his skull for merely existing. It actually took me a few seconds of slow breathing to calm me down as we stared at each other. I looked at his handsome features as he looked at mine, trying to figure out what was going on. Clearly he was confused by my words because his mind was running a mile a minute as well as furious and fascinated by our identical resemblance. Truly, the only thing even keeping him alive at the moment that is preventing me from killing him simply because he exists is that I know his mother intentionally created him to look identical to me which is somewhat flattering. His mother definitely had good taste in choosing what he looked like since I’m 100% positive the witch had the ability to do so. There is simply no physical feature trace that he even resembles his mother. I released my hold on him and threw him to the dirt. He landed with his hands behind his back with his chest facing me, making his position harder to run away.
“Who are you?” he asked as his voice was full of fear. It brought a gentle smile to my face to know I was the cause of all his current misery that he was going through. The man that he assumed was his father was just killed before his eyes, he now knows his mother is dead and he correctly assumes he will be dead soon as well. Internally my demon patted me on the back because of how much fun we’ve accomplished today.
I decided to toy with him a bit out of sheer amusement before deciding his fate. Things like this took time even though I wanted to go with my first instinct and rip him to shreds while feeding off his corpse while remaining alive to bear all the agony I could bestow upon him. “Do you have not even one clue? A guess even?” I asked him, crouching down to where he’d fallen. It took me a moment to realize that even though we were physically identical to each other from the mere looks of it he oddly enough had the same hair style as I did which was short and spiked and an almost unnaturally perfect way. This however did not affect my mood towards him in any positive way.
Clearly going over my features with his eyes the first thought that clearly came to his mind was that we were either related or I was a demon pretending to be him. “You’re not human,” he stated, the fear still evident in his voice. His mind screamed at me that the latter was a more suitable answer considering the claws I had were still exposed instead of shifting back to being a regular human appendage.
Ok, a good guess on the first try deserves some credit. I can be generous if I so choose to be if I find it suiting me. “Correct. You’ve earned a few more seconds to live. What else?” Secretly both the demon and I were hoping he’d get a completely wrong answer so it would not appear as if he were intelligent enough for me to even consider letting him live much longer. I was depressingly disappointed.
“You’re a demon…pretending to pose as me to kill everyone I know?” he asked uncertain. Even though his body and my estimated guess on how old he was showed he was physically a full grown human man I could not help but stare at him as if he were an awkward child because he literally shook with fear. Especially concerning MY age he literally was a child compared to me.
My smile turned into a glare. Apparently he’s not a complete idiot like I’d expected and he’s earned himself some more time. “A demon, yes in a manner of speaking. To pose as you though? As YOU? I have no need to pose as another person let alone <i>you</i>. The fact that your face looks exactly like mine should however give you a better clue as to who I am. Care to try another guess?” I hissed.
The thought of me being his long lost demonic twin brother crossed his mind and decided to try and take a shot at that. I found it logical that he’d think that since the thought of me being his father seemed ridiculous in his mind. “Are..are you my twin brother that somehow got turned into a demon of some sort? If so, why did you kill my parents?” he asked so dejectedly. “Why do you want to kill me?”
The question provoked an irresistible urge for me to scream and claw at his face until he no longer breathed. He didn’t deserve any answers but I found myself not wanting to hurt him because he simply looked too much like me and I like the way I look a lot. It’d be a waste of a perfectly attractive face really and it boosted my ego that his mother thought so highly of my looks considering I usually gave her my demonic face. But I was growing tired of his questions. On the other hand my memory of what his mother said about making him just like myself with a similar curse to bear started to intrigue me. I swore to his mother I would watch him suffer before I killed him off for good because of the gift I was giving her of letting her have her way. What better way to make him suffer than to make him feel every horrible thing I go through daily? My pain is indescribable to the point of utter silence and it would make a good punishment for this ‘thing’.
I made the decision to humor his mother’s prophecy in a few minutes after I answered some of his questions. “No. I’m not your missing twin brother. I did however get turned into what is called a vampire, a blood sucking demon if you’ve heard of my kind. Once upon a time I was human and looked the way you do now. I am the first of these demons and I don’t even know how old I am. There are others out there that are ‘children’ of the first ones I created. None of them can walk in the sunlight like I can which is why humans would never suspect me of such a creature. Have you heard of my kind?” He nodded his head ‘yes’ to answer me. Good, he should know of my kind. The descendants of my first creations still walked this earth unlike my first and only ones. His eyes remained wide still. “You are you human I’ve noticed but that does not surprise me. The ironic thing is that you are my son. My only blood child and you are human.”
The hidden new secret of his life was out. I grew quiet as I let that sink into his head. His answer came swiftly though marked with rage and confusion as all the pieces got put together in his head from the recent occurrences that he’s witnessed. His thoughts shouted at me as if he had said them aloud, proclaiming that it made perfect sense. After all the years of wondering why he never looked like his parents, wondering why he seemed to think he was different finally clicked in his defiant mind. “No. You’re lying! You KILLED MY FATHER! AND MY MOTHER! Who are you?!” He yelled in my face trying to desperately believe his own words.
Apparently the brat didn’t want to believe me which irritated me to the point where literally smacked his face so hard that he instantly had a bruise. “I am many things, Richard, that’s your name right? People have been calling me that all day as they begged me to let them live. It’s a strong name and it suits you perfectly, or will in a little while. However, as disappointing to you as it may be they were not your parents. They were merely the scum that raised you, which in your case is a good thing because if I laid my eyes on you the day you were born you would be dead already. I loathed you the moment your mother told me she was going to have you. Do you know why? Of course you don’t. And I’ll tell you why even though none of this makes any sense to you right now. Your mother was a very beautiful and powerful witch. A true witch is extremely rare in this world and she was the most powerful one I’d ever laid eyes on. Her scent was simply perfect because it smelled so delicious and potent with magic. I had her for my pleasure for a while whenever I wanted because we struck a nice little contract. Then she decided to have YOU. You are the reason she is no longer alive and I want you to suffer for all eternity for taking her away from me. You see, you couldn’t live without draining every last drop of her life force according to what she told me. And I’m a VERY selfish person. I am so selfish I almost ripped you from her womb the moment she told me she was carrying you just so I could keep her until she died of old age or until I wanted her dead.
“But your mother wasn’t a very decent mother anyway. She told me that she was willing to give her life to you just so I could pass my misery on to you and watch you suffer everything I go through for the rest of existence. She wanted us to meet and be “companions” in our misery. I was going to kill you right now because I despise the fact that you are the reason I no longer have her with me. Don’t think though that my anger at you for her not being here is because of some sort of “love” that I had for her. Oh no, I can’t love. It’s literally impossible. I simply covet what I want which is lucky for you today.”
Tears had actually escaped his eyes as I had told him everything. It disgusted me how weak he allowed himself to seem. I was going to change that whether he liked it or not from now on because no THING that has MY blood running in their veins or even wearing my face as their own is going to taint my image and ego while I let him suffer.
“Why would that make me lucky?”
“Because what I want is for you to suffer like I have because of the fact that you took your mother away from me. And in doing that I’m not going to simply kill you, I’m going to drain you dry and turn you into a vampire like me so my curse can be passed to you. You won’t simply fade from existence and I expect you to survive for all eternity otherwise you’ll deeply regret an attempt at ending your undead life. You see, no one else can have this curse I bear. No one but you. So enjoy your last second of living because it’s going to be hell from here on out.”
With that said I took a second to crack my neck and flex my muscles to make sure I had complete control over them. Turning someone into a vampire is not an easy task because the victim has to be alive while the sickness (which I later discovered could be considered as a virus) infected its intended target and I really enjoy draining my food dry most of the time. All they require is some infected blood such as my own to change. It was just going to be harder on him because my mouth was watering just by the mere scent he had that alone nearly made me lose my control.
As I leaned in closer to him his reaction was to instantly try to survive so he began to crawl backwards while facing me, tears no longer soaking his face. I let him do so for a few seconds so I could treasure this moment. It is not every day I get to bestow my misery upon others, not that I have been able to before though. This was a special day and I was going to make it as memorable for him as possible so he would remember every second that he was ‘dying’. So that he’d remember who took everything he ever loved away while he was still human.
Quickly his body turned around as it prepared to run for me, desperate for survival now. Before he could actually succeed in running though I quickly walked up behind him and grabbed his face at an angle the forced his neck to be exposed when I pulled my arm back. Now was the time to see just how much control I had. On a side note I decided to give him a little tip that would help ensure his survival. He was my property after all, even if I didn’t care for him I would find it a waste to simply change him and have him die because of his ignorance.
“I will tell you one more thing before I turn you. I don’t turn my victims anymore myself because they would be able to inherit one or some of my abilities that I have that no others currently have. You on the other hand will inherit all my powers because my blood naturally flows through your veins. Think of this as me unlocking the door to more power than you could possibly think of right now since I’m guessing you’d inherit your mothers as well, which will make you a very sought after power source like myself to those who think they can simply TAKE my blood and have our abilities. They will even try to kill you because others will want them so badly. Just try not to trust others until you’re strong enough to master your ability to survive and become more like me. If you do I might even respect you one day.”
With that I extended my fangs and sunk my teeth into his warm throat, going through the skin and muscle to the arteries and veins, rolling my eyes in pleasure as the taste of what could only be described as so heavenly. It felt as if I was drunk off of the locked magic inside him. That and possibly liquid fire or lava. There was no other taste like it on this world and would never be again as soon as I infected him. His screams of pain intensified as I started withdrawing his blood from the wound, trying my hardest not to waste a single drop knowing I was never going to taste the flavor again. Like I said, I’m a glutton for blood. Even though he could not escape from my grasp, which he knew he couldn’t, didn’t stop him from trying to make it difficult for me. To his despair it was simply to easy for me to even take much notice of his struggles.
Minutes drew on as I slowly drained him, taking my time like a gardener to his precious flowers. His struggles that he’d started with once I’d bitten him slowly died down as he lost more energy to fight me. When his body finally collapsed from pure exhaustion and lack of blood I knew I had to withdraw from his tender skin because his heart was barely beating. The pumping, bloody muscle needed to keep doing its job in order to spread the infection throughout his system.
Barley able to control myself (but I managed to do so) I opened my eyes, not having realized that I’d closed them to enjoy the sensation of the liquid fire I was drinking run down my throat. Gradually I proceeded to cease my mouth from sucking his blood and pulled my lips away from his throat. As I looked into his bright blue eyes that were slowly closing I decided now was the time to tear my wrist open and feed my blood to him. Being careful not to set his body on something that could potentially stab him and actually kill him I laid him down on his back, forcefully opened his mouth and dripped my blood into his throat from my bleeding wound that I’d made with a clawed finger.
At first the drops were going down his throat with ease but when his breathing started stopping for a few seconds the blood inside built up in the back of his mouth, choking him to the point where he started spilling it out of his lips. Figuring that was a waste of perfectly good blood I plugged his nose and waited until there was enough for him to properly swallow before I closed his mouth tightly shut where he couldn’t breathe. The lack of air proved successful in getting him to be a little more conscious and forced him to swallow all of it. When he was done I let him breathe for a few seconds before repeating the process until his body started to shake from spasms. By that time I knew I didn’t need to give him anymore, the infection was spreading rapidly through his vital organs and blood stream at this point, causing him excruciating pain. His screams only confirmed my guess.
Now the deed was done. It would only be a matter of minutes now before his transformation was complete considering I gave him more blood than I have ever given anyone else. The sooner he changed the sooner I could enjoy watching him suffer with the curse. Like I said, I am sick and sadistic and torturing him is going to be the most amusing thing I’ve ever done.

***Present Time***

Blinking my eyes I realized I’d gone farther into my memory than I’d intended. I merely wanted to remember my offspring’s mother, not how I made him like myself. But the memory still makes me smirk so I found myself more pleased than I thought I would be. Granted I’m still surprised that Richard’s mother’s prophecy was true in that I’d actually found a companion who understands what I go through, I still hated that he forced his mother’s time on this earth shorter than what could have been several more decades. Knowing that I was the cause of all his pain only eased the irritation to a small degree.
However…I do know that even though I don’t and will never love him or care for him in any manner other than as a possessive owner, as is designed by my curse, I know that his darkness in following in my footsteps (sort of) is something I can actually feel, how do you say, proud of. He’s dark, evil and sick like me in so many ways I can’t help but feel pleased that there is someone out there who knows me so well and happens to be someone I can enjoy the company of now (or pretending to pose as too). It’s so much fun causing chaos among his little ‘mob’ that he’s created. It’s even more fun when they automatically believe me to be him. It is not fun, however, to be smacked by his wife who somewhat disturbs me that she isn’t afraid of me and what I could do to her.
Steadily standing up from the seat I’ve been sitting in for 2 hours (after I’d drained the girl) I begin to stretch my body by cracking my neck and flexing all my muscles. In the process of doing so a stench reaches my nose and I look to my feet in the direction it comes from. It’s the rotting corpse of the girl and she’s already began to stink up the compartment of this small plane while making the mess that fresh dead bodies always make. Normally the smell of dead bodies doesn’t bother me and this is no exception, but I really don’t feel like sleeping the rest of the ride to Egypt with an odor in the air.
Walking the 4 steps to the intercom I press the small blue plastic button to get another flight attendant’s attention. Considering I usually like my privacy I only allow one worker in the room with me at any given time, hence the necessity for the button. A male’s voice I’d never heard before answered. “Is there something I can get you boss?” he asked confidently. It must be a new guy. Wonder if he scares easily. The thought brings a smile to my face.
“Yes, there is actually. I would like you to dispose of my normal stewardess before I take a nap. She’s beginning to stink up the room. Be quick about it.”
“On my way sir,” he replied with no emotion in his tone. The connection was cut out after that.
I walked back over to my favorite black leather seat of my private plane, sat in it and adjusted it and laid back and closing my eyes. The smile was still on my face by the time the guy arrived and squealed like a little girl at the stench. A chuckle escaped my lips while my eyes remained closed. I guess the stench was worse than I thought. Oh well, off to Egypt as I sleep!

AN: Well, six months after the last chapter was posted I can honestly say: fuck this was not easy to write. Oh well, at least now Drake can’t bug me anymore about getting a spot. The bastard got a whole damn chapter to himself (22 Microsoft Word pages too that aren’t double spaced)! I’m definitely getting different P.O.V.’s for the next chapter. Good thing I’ve already sort of started. Well, I guess all I can say is this now: I’m mad at Richard for haunting my brain for six months on this chapter! He’s too good looking for his own good. Grr!
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