It seemed like an eternity he was wondering the dark, whom ever paid the energy bill for the light at the end of the tunnel must be broke. He fumbled through the darkened area trying to figure out what had happened. His eyes never adjusting to this darkness, he tried to scream out but nothing came. He just wondered down a long, dark path.
He caught glimpses of the little girl, a 12 year old that would never speak. He saw the men again, all 5 of them, just standing there. He then saw 3 of them fade into the darkness as he swore the area got darker. He saw a bakery and remembered the bread he had stolen when he was younger, the way the fresh bread would chase the chill of the street away. He kept walking as he knew the path was indeed getting darker.
His hand reached out to try and find a wall as he felt a searing pain flooding through him, was he alive? Surely this path was his final judgement. He felt his throat burst into flames as he tried to cough, the fire then spread through him. Every section of his body felt both alive and dead, the fire shooting through him. The path seemed to break into two in front of him. To the left it held darkness in its purest form, to the right held a darkened path. He truly didn't understand, his body wanted him to go right, follow the path to the end, but his mind screamed for the left.
He stood there waiting for the longest time, to him it felt like years. Trying to pick which way he should go, never moving just scanning with his eyes. The dark path felt right to him, to see every evil he had done in his short 25 years, but the shadowed path? That one felt wrong, but in a right kind of way. As he stood there he felt a small hand wrap around his which caused him to look down. There she stood, little April in her blood stained blue dress. He ran his hand through her blonde hair trying to fix the pig tails.
He felt her tug him towards the shadowed path shaking her head at the darkened path. Surely his little angel would know what was best for him. He held her hand as he began down the path, the shadows seeming to rip into his very core. April never let go of his hand, he remembered the promise he made to her that night. The crescent moon tattoo he had gotten on the back of his hand seemed to burn as he remembered her. Never again will he fail someone, the streets were cold, but he had a job to do, a spirit to sate with 2 more deaths.
He felt Aprils hand once more before she faded away, the shadows seeping into his soul as he gasped. He felt a liquid sliding down his tongue as he tried to drink more, it felt like the only link that sustained him to the shadows as they healed him. His blue eyes opening slowly as they began to turn red as he saw a woman above him. His vision slowly focusing as he felt a stabbing pain in his mouth, it was the woman from earlier, she stayed behind.
He felt his canine teeth elongating into fangs as he looked up at this woman, the only person that cared enough to stay beside him. It felt like he had spent years on that path, and the idea that someone stayed beside him during that time? That made him look at the woman with both respect and love. His appetite for this liquid she was giving him caused him to keep drinking as he looked into her eyes trying to say thank you, but he wasn't ready to stop drinking yet. His body was riddled with pain as he knew it would take some time to heal the damage he had been inflicted with.
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Pi wasn’t sure how the biology of the change worked. She wasn’t sure there were even vampires around who remembered what happened inside their old human bodies to make them what they were. They were no longer the ignorant society without sciences to guide their curiosity about how it came about, but she was not more enlightened about it than she’d been the night she lay (like he was) on the ground in the night shrouded park at the feet of a long dreadlocked stranger who called himself The Reverend.
She remembered pain and figured that emotion factored into what was happening to him. How could it not. How could he not feel the changing in the organs of his body, the redundancy of them, as the brain shut down sending signals to lungs to bellow or to heart to beat.
No, Pi had no clear inkling of the biology, or whether blood still pumped through their veins (and given their lack of heart beat) or what made it happen if it did. What she did know was happening in front of her now, with his eyes wide open and his expression clear, no acrimony, no anger or judgment or accusation. Only… gratitude? Maybe even, surprise or thankfulness?
Such a different emotion than ones she had experienced recently with the others she had turned. Maybe it was a testament to her own nature that the vampires she had turned in the past weren’t … willing. And maybe, it was a testament to how much she had changed in those few short years that this one, after having sired none in so long, looked on her so differently.
“Bonjour.. je suis Pi. And you are?” She asked, thinking maybe… it was a good idea to get the name of what had just become the newest edition to their ‘family’.
She remembered pain and figured that emotion factored into what was happening to him. How could it not. How could he not feel the changing in the organs of his body, the redundancy of them, as the brain shut down sending signals to lungs to bellow or to heart to beat.
No, Pi had no clear inkling of the biology, or whether blood still pumped through their veins (and given their lack of heart beat) or what made it happen if it did. What she did know was happening in front of her now, with his eyes wide open and his expression clear, no acrimony, no anger or judgment or accusation. Only… gratitude? Maybe even, surprise or thankfulness?
Such a different emotion than ones she had experienced recently with the others she had turned. Maybe it was a testament to her own nature that the vampires she had turned in the past weren’t … willing. And maybe, it was a testament to how much she had changed in those few short years that this one, after having sired none in so long, looked on her so differently.
“Bonjour.. je suis Pi. And you are?” She asked, thinking maybe… it was a good idea to get the name of what had just become the newest edition to their ‘family’.
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His mind raced with over a thousand questions, but he mostly wanted to thank this angel for giving him the gift she had been bestowed with. His mind flowing into himself as he slowly tried to figure out what had happened within his body. He searched out and feared as he couldn't hear his heart, but by focusing in it, he made it beat. He took in a breath and felt his lungs burn, obviously he didn't need it, but he liked the way it felt, a burn to remind him he was alive.
Her voice, so musical and calming, broke his thoughts as he listened to her words, words he seemed to long to hear again. Maybe it was the change that occurred in him that made him want to please her and protect her. Was this normal? To want to protect someone you had just met? A small price to pay really, April was worth all this. A small child the world seemed to of forgotten, to destroy and leave broken.
He looked at the woman and then looked at the blood he was covered in, his voice was raspy as he spoke. "My name, what is a name but a label. I was once called Sameth, but April called me Blade and the group I was called me Vada, so I guess you can call me vadablade or sameth. I prefer vada really, easier to say."
He remembered Aprils doll like face as he pushed himself up slowly and stood, he was overly worn and exhausted, a dark hunger seemed to grow inside him. He frowned as he caught his glimpse roaming to the blood on him and then looked at her questioningly.
Her voice, so musical and calming, broke his thoughts as he listened to her words, words he seemed to long to hear again. Maybe it was the change that occurred in him that made him want to please her and protect her. Was this normal? To want to protect someone you had just met? A small price to pay really, April was worth all this. A small child the world seemed to of forgotten, to destroy and leave broken.
He looked at the woman and then looked at the blood he was covered in, his voice was raspy as he spoke. "My name, what is a name but a label. I was once called Sameth, but April called me Blade and the group I was called me Vada, so I guess you can call me vadablade or sameth. I prefer vada really, easier to say."
He remembered Aprils doll like face as he pushed himself up slowly and stood, he was overly worn and exhausted, a dark hunger seemed to grow inside him. He frowned as he caught his glimpse roaming to the blood on him and then looked at her questioningly.
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How long had it been? Too long probably, not long enough if you asked Elliot what he thought about turning more vampires and adding to what was quickly becoming an epidemic of immortal beings roaming about one small Canadian town. If a statistician plotted this into a bell curve she was sure there would be some disturbing potentials spouted from vampire rooftops and the potential extinction of humans in this city inevitable.
Yet here she was, adding to that population again. How long had it been? Too long. Way too long. And not long enough.
She stood when he did, pushing herself from the crouch she’d been in and stretching out to her full height (diminutive though it was). Stepping forward she cups a hand under his arm, helping support him. He’d be weak yet, his limbs uncertain still about what they were now, the strength in them there but dormant, waiting, just waiting until they came into their own and stretched out their wings to help him fly. And fly he would.
“Easy Vada… it will… take you a moment to get your legs under you.” Pi shifted a bit closer, fitting her shoulder under his arm, her own wrapping around his waist.
It wasn’t the first time she’d turned someone into what they were but this time she felt woefully unprepared. It was different when she’d turned Elliot. She was full of her own importance, of how she would set out to change her own world, a change to make over and start again, a new life with new beginnings and this time she’d make different choices. She was so full of ****. Sometimes it’s good to throw yourself headlong into something without fully comprehending what you were really doing. Hindsight truly is 20/20 but it was also freeing and guiltless. You didn’t sit on the street wondering what the hell you’d just done with full understanding of the ramifications if it all went horribly wrong.
Like Robert. He was her ultimate failure. A blight on the new life she had made. One that would haunt her she thought. Still his name came up, in random conversations with people she hadn’t seen in years. Somewhere, his infamy lived, the fire he had created in the hearts of so many in the city still burning embers of hatred, stock piled with coals of resentment. His disappearance from the city robbed those people of their avenues for recompense and despite the dues she had paid for siring the infamous Robert Pratt her life would forever (and not in a good way) linked with his.
What then had she done here. Was it to be one of the good ones, a rock she could depend on and a solid shoulder she would one day take comfort in crying on. Or would this Vadablade (as he had just dubbed himself) be another Robert. A man karma had sent to bleed her of the last of her fragile hope for a cohesive family and bring down a city of avenging vampires on all their heads?
She had no way of knowing because she had just turned a man she hadn’t spoken to prior to the act.
A lump formed in her throat, wedged somewhere between her voice box and her stomach, blocking any air from making it from he redundant lungs to make the sound necessary for speech. She couldn’t know at all.
Except, except he had fought bravely against the odds. Fought bravely with a rather brave knowledge that he wasn’t going to win, yet kept going anyway. There was something there she thought, something good and something… she noticed. This wasn’t Robert again. Nor really was it anything like Elliot, a man who had done no more than go to a bar to eat a steak sandwich.
“Lets get you off this… street. And I will explain. What has happened.”
And there would be so much to explain and this time she would do it properly. There would damn near be power point tutorials she was so paranoid about siring new vampires. So much could go wrong, but she’d be damned if she’d make another mistake like she’d done in the past. You can’t predict how someone will be, but you could make damn sure the mistakes they made weren’t ones made out of ignorance.
She could ensure that much at least. “Come on.. I have somewhere close we can go.. and we will talk. Talk. A lot.”
Yet here she was, adding to that population again. How long had it been? Too long. Way too long. And not long enough.
She stood when he did, pushing herself from the crouch she’d been in and stretching out to her full height (diminutive though it was). Stepping forward she cups a hand under his arm, helping support him. He’d be weak yet, his limbs uncertain still about what they were now, the strength in them there but dormant, waiting, just waiting until they came into their own and stretched out their wings to help him fly. And fly he would.
“Easy Vada… it will… take you a moment to get your legs under you.” Pi shifted a bit closer, fitting her shoulder under his arm, her own wrapping around his waist.
It wasn’t the first time she’d turned someone into what they were but this time she felt woefully unprepared. It was different when she’d turned Elliot. She was full of her own importance, of how she would set out to change her own world, a change to make over and start again, a new life with new beginnings and this time she’d make different choices. She was so full of ****. Sometimes it’s good to throw yourself headlong into something without fully comprehending what you were really doing. Hindsight truly is 20/20 but it was also freeing and guiltless. You didn’t sit on the street wondering what the hell you’d just done with full understanding of the ramifications if it all went horribly wrong.
Like Robert. He was her ultimate failure. A blight on the new life she had made. One that would haunt her she thought. Still his name came up, in random conversations with people she hadn’t seen in years. Somewhere, his infamy lived, the fire he had created in the hearts of so many in the city still burning embers of hatred, stock piled with coals of resentment. His disappearance from the city robbed those people of their avenues for recompense and despite the dues she had paid for siring the infamous Robert Pratt her life would forever (and not in a good way) linked with his.
What then had she done here. Was it to be one of the good ones, a rock she could depend on and a solid shoulder she would one day take comfort in crying on. Or would this Vadablade (as he had just dubbed himself) be another Robert. A man karma had sent to bleed her of the last of her fragile hope for a cohesive family and bring down a city of avenging vampires on all their heads?
She had no way of knowing because she had just turned a man she hadn’t spoken to prior to the act.
A lump formed in her throat, wedged somewhere between her voice box and her stomach, blocking any air from making it from he redundant lungs to make the sound necessary for speech. She couldn’t know at all.
Except, except he had fought bravely against the odds. Fought bravely with a rather brave knowledge that he wasn’t going to win, yet kept going anyway. There was something there she thought, something good and something… she noticed. This wasn’t Robert again. Nor really was it anything like Elliot, a man who had done no more than go to a bar to eat a steak sandwich.
“Lets get you off this… street. And I will explain. What has happened.”
And there would be so much to explain and this time she would do it properly. There would damn near be power point tutorials she was so paranoid about siring new vampires. So much could go wrong, but she’d be damned if she’d make another mistake like she’d done in the past. You can’t predict how someone will be, but you could make damn sure the mistakes they made weren’t ones made out of ignorance.
She could ensure that much at least. “Come on.. I have somewhere close we can go.. and we will talk. Talk. A lot.”
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He felt rather odd, like his body wasn't his anymore, as he slowly rose, he felt her slide against him and smiled. She really was an angel in his eyes, he truly felt he would move the world to see her happy. She had given him the keys to his life, but that would have to wait.
He tried to stand but was rather weak again, he shouldn't be this weak, he must of expelled more energy than he thought. His chest felt like it was on fire, yet the flames seemed to spread through his veins and not settle anywhere. He seemed to feel like he was drunk, maybe he was, maybe he was suffering the side effects of some roofie.
He leant on her more then he wanted and when he noticed he stood straight and looked at her. His throat felt like it was on fire when he tried to speak, his voice was hoarse and strained. " Thank you my angel, for you have given me something that I have longed for. I give you my word to listen and do as you say. One day at a time for now and one day to make you proud my lovely angel.".
His eyes looking into hers as he spoke and seemed to hug her gently as they made their way down the street. His old life burning away in his mind put on the back burner, his mind replaying the entire night as he looked at her. He kept seeing April as he looked at Pi, she reminded him of her, both caring and strong in their ways.
Pi was a woman he longed to please, to try and show her how happy he was for the cursed gift she gave him. He seemed to hug her again as they moved as he kissed her shoulder softly and leaned on her gently.
He tried to stand but was rather weak again, he shouldn't be this weak, he must of expelled more energy than he thought. His chest felt like it was on fire, yet the flames seemed to spread through his veins and not settle anywhere. He seemed to feel like he was drunk, maybe he was, maybe he was suffering the side effects of some roofie.
He leant on her more then he wanted and when he noticed he stood straight and looked at her. His throat felt like it was on fire when he tried to speak, his voice was hoarse and strained. " Thank you my angel, for you have given me something that I have longed for. I give you my word to listen and do as you say. One day at a time for now and one day to make you proud my lovely angel.".
His eyes looking into hers as he spoke and seemed to hug her gently as they made their way down the street. His old life burning away in his mind put on the back burner, his mind replaying the entire night as he looked at her. He kept seeing April as he looked at Pi, she reminded him of her, both caring and strong in their ways.
Pi was a woman he longed to please, to try and show her how happy he was for the cursed gift she gave him. He seemed to hug her again as they moved as he kissed her shoulder softly and leaned on her gently.