A Paladin's Memories
Posted: 17 Jun 2016, 14:46
Verin’s booted steps made their way along the stony path of the graveyard. Harper Rock, had given the man love and it had also taken it away. Then it had given him a purpose, to hunt down rogue vampires that were sighted by the general populace. He had taken it upon himself to protect those that didn’t know about the existence of vampires, as he had learned that such knowledge darkened one’s perspective. The night that his wife had been ripped apart in front of him, he had learned that there was two type of vampires. The ones that murdered without cause and mercilessly; then there were ones that saw past such animalistic needs. If it hadn’t been for another vampire that had rescued him from the same fate, then he would be killing every vampire that he laid eyes upon. The paladin saw in shades of grey and not just simple black and white like so many other paladins did.
Finally, he came to the one grave that he hadn’t visit since her initial burial, as he hadn’t been able to gather the strength to face the one that had hadn’t been able to save. As the morning sun broke through the clouds above, he slowly moved to kneel down by the marble grave and reached forwards to lightly place a rose by the headstone. Upon the headstone, her name, ’Serenity Truska,’ was etched into the stone. Underneath it had the birth and death dates and directly under that was a quote that Serenity often used to use. ’If it’s meant to be, it will be.’ The woman had a knack for living in the present and not worrying about other factors. His blue gaze stared at the headstone for a moment, as his last memory was her cries of pain. Ones that begged to be spared and yet the heartless vampire had still killed her underneath his thirst.
As he stared at the gravestone, he could only see red. Her blood that slowly trailed down along the headstone and dripped creating a pool at the base. It was as if his memory of that day was coating the grave site before him and threatened to draw him back into that very memory. He was tired from his night of tracking and Charlie’s argument was still fresh within his mind. She reminded him of his wife in some aspects, whether she knew it or not. Especially when it came down to being stubborn to a point. Golden blonde hair, soaked in red was a memory that stayed with him and every time that he tried to visualise Serenity, he could only see her body that had been ripped apart by the monster that was laughing like some maniac.
Slowly, he shifted to rise from his position upon the ground, but his gaze never shifted away from the words engraved upon the stone. They had never been truer words. The paladin wished that he knew about paladins and vampires before her demise, because at least then, he might have been able to save her. Smoky glassed eyes came to mind as he remembered reaching over to slowly close her those dead eyes that would never shine with life ever again. After he had survived the tattoo process, the vampire that had killed his wife was one of his first vampire kills and still it had taken him six years to visit her grave. Ever since Serenity’s death, he constantly found himself at the bottom of a bottle or soothing away his troubles with another woman. Trying to forget without any success. That was until Charlie. He may have told her that he would stay away, but the man would keep an eye on her, at least once a week to make sure that she didn’t die at the hands of a vampire.
At this thought, the man turned away and began to make his slow way back to his hotel room. Tomorrow, he was changing number and rooms as was his usual pattern. To become untraceable.
Finally, he came to the one grave that he hadn’t visit since her initial burial, as he hadn’t been able to gather the strength to face the one that had hadn’t been able to save. As the morning sun broke through the clouds above, he slowly moved to kneel down by the marble grave and reached forwards to lightly place a rose by the headstone. Upon the headstone, her name, ’Serenity Truska,’ was etched into the stone. Underneath it had the birth and death dates and directly under that was a quote that Serenity often used to use. ’If it’s meant to be, it will be.’ The woman had a knack for living in the present and not worrying about other factors. His blue gaze stared at the headstone for a moment, as his last memory was her cries of pain. Ones that begged to be spared and yet the heartless vampire had still killed her underneath his thirst.
As he stared at the gravestone, he could only see red. Her blood that slowly trailed down along the headstone and dripped creating a pool at the base. It was as if his memory of that day was coating the grave site before him and threatened to draw him back into that very memory. He was tired from his night of tracking and Charlie’s argument was still fresh within his mind. She reminded him of his wife in some aspects, whether she knew it or not. Especially when it came down to being stubborn to a point. Golden blonde hair, soaked in red was a memory that stayed with him and every time that he tried to visualise Serenity, he could only see her body that had been ripped apart by the monster that was laughing like some maniac.
Slowly, he shifted to rise from his position upon the ground, but his gaze never shifted away from the words engraved upon the stone. They had never been truer words. The paladin wished that he knew about paladins and vampires before her demise, because at least then, he might have been able to save her. Smoky glassed eyes came to mind as he remembered reaching over to slowly close her those dead eyes that would never shine with life ever again. After he had survived the tattoo process, the vampire that had killed his wife was one of his first vampire kills and still it had taken him six years to visit her grave. Ever since Serenity’s death, he constantly found himself at the bottom of a bottle or soothing away his troubles with another woman. Trying to forget without any success. That was until Charlie. He may have told her that he would stay away, but the man would keep an eye on her, at least once a week to make sure that she didn’t die at the hands of a vampire.
At this thought, the man turned away and began to make his slow way back to his hotel room. Tomorrow, he was changing number and rooms as was his usual pattern. To become untraceable.