Shoving my hands into my pockets I had finally gotten my stomach to settle down. The sounds of the bumping music was soon far behind me and the orgy that came with it. I had to laugh secretly inside. How could it have been that my mind was so fogged to not see that coming? The Lord always some how had a party come to that. I was wondering if he had hoped a different angle would make me want to fall into the lust of the night. Rolling my eyes I shook my head. At this rate I was never going to give into that side of me. Something that I really didn’t mind at all. I mean sure it was nice to tempt people on the battle field. There was nothing sweeter then watching a man fall to his death all because he wanted me.
A wide grin stretched on my face and I thought about that for a moment. All the faces that I had seen. All of those that had died in what a mortal would say, ‘happy.’ I guess you could say that they did. I mean at least they went willingly.
As my mind thought over all of my victims I kept my eyes sharp on my surroundings. There was generally never a werewolf in the city but there has been attacks from time to time. Of course when you living in Drac Manner and the place is crawling with our kind you just have to know that it’s a given. Those with power are always having to watch their backs. They’re always the ones that are taken down, or at least people try.
One thing that was nice about Drac Manner was that it was so far out from the city, for the most part anyways. It was a tall gothic style castle. There as a reason that it was call ‘Drac Manner’. We were kind enough to let it be used for when the Dracula movie was made, we found it humors to be honest. That and where else did they think of the name. Of course there was Dracula himself. Let’s just say this was his wonderful little home and we just changed the location of it.
The castle was tucked away inside a massive forest. A place where tree limbs blocked out every ray of sunlight and we were forever cast in the shadows. A river ran through forest which served more of a purpose then it really lead on. See things in the castle weren’t very modern. There was a few things but either then that we liked to keep things on the classic side. The plumbing was redone so that it was one of the few modern things. The only issue was the slaves cells. They needed to be cleaned and sometimes things got a little messy down there. Most of the time it was blood being drained. The floors would get soaked. So we set up a little system so that there was drains on the floors. All the blood would flow to the drains and then out into the river. Genius right?
As I neared the river I jumped it in one single bound and didn’t bother to look back. As I landed there was the faint sound of leafs crunching beneath my converse. Just because vampires are light on their feet doesn’t mean that they don’t make a sound from time to time. Of course that’s taking into account the jump I had just made. I froze for a moment and looked around me to see if it had drawn any things attention. Everything was still and quiet. After a few moments more of waiting I finally started my walk again. Maybe the guards were a little tied up at the party as well. I didn’t fully buy that idea but it had happened before.
Slipping through a hole in the cast iron gate I moved my way out from the bush that was covering it up. As soon as I was on the other side I started to brush myself off. Dirt that had gotten on me from climbing under the fence. Luckily it hadn’t started to rain. The weatherman said there wasn’t any chance of rain. My nose told me otherwise as the air was thick and clouds hung over head. Mortals could be so retarded when it came to life.
After dusting myself off I began to walk the single lane black pavement path that lead into town. It was about 2 or 3 miles out. Everyone that had been outside of the Manner’s walls had to laugh a little at the name we had gotten for the street. ‘Death Road,’ The Lord found it quiet hysterical and decided to allow it. Believe it or not vampires controlled many things in this world. The Lord liked to keep his hands dipped into a little bit of everything. See mortals know that we’re real. Their emotions are what they use to tell themselves it’s all a lie. Sometimes that’s better in the end to be honest. Then there are those which everyone thinks is stupid and really do believe in us. Of course that’s mainly because they’ve been on the inside in one way or another.
The end of the road drew near. After a moment I stopped and got off of the path. I wasn’t quiet ready to hit town. Instead a little stop to the graveyard would give my non dead bones quiet the little chill. Even when I was mortal I found a joy in dead. I was one of the few mortals that thought there was vampires. Not that there was really people walking around and draining others. Though it could happen. I guess the Lord had chosen me to be the air to the thrown because of my mortal appearances. While walking I tried to think back through my foggy memory as to what I had looked like before becoming the vamp I was today. I could recall short copper hair. Something that I held onto through the change, thank god. There was moonlit lake blue eyes. I clearly didn’t have those anymore. My eyes were now a bright crimson. At least when I had my little fix of blood. At the moment I was sure they were a maroon behind the false blue contacts I was currently wearing. The pale skin was a given. I had only turned a little whiter to the point that now I always saw the blue veins of my body. Slim, check. Short, not quiet a vampire trait though it was beautiful in their eyes. Height meant power while short meant elegant. K9’s, well they were kind of sharp. Nothing like the way they are now.
Sighing I finally gave up on the thought as I got to the cemetery. It was the way that I had acted that really drew the Lord in. I had what he liked to call, ’The attitude of a leader but the grace of a Princess’. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at even just the thought. I had never looked at myself in that kind of light before. The fact that other people did let alone a vampire lord was well beyond what I believed.
Walking up to the cast iron bars I noticed that the chain was no longer wrapped around the gate. My feet instantly froze and I felt myself creep towards the floor a little. Soon my hand was against the dirt of the ground and my eyes were darting all over the place. As I sniffed the air it was too hard to tell what was around me. The coming of rain was so thick that my nose was a blind spot. Relaying on my eyes I noticed that there was nothing around. Only a few foot prints that had been made earlier in the day. There was a set that had lead in and a set that had lead out. From the looks of things there was a group of people that had walked in. Something that was odd to see seeing how the cemeteries location wasn’t all that pleasant. On the other hand most people didn’t know what was at the end of Death Road. I figured that it was just named that for the fact of it being a dead end to mortals and that the cemetery was here.
Finding that everything seemed clear at least for now I got out of my stance and composed myself once again. Instead of pushing open the gate I decided to jump over the fence to only land softly on the other side. I didn’t want to risk having someone know I was here. That was if my little buddy that had moved the chain was to come back. My eyes scanned the area once more before I started to walk deeper into the area. It was quiet and now my light footsteps seemed to be loud to my ears.
My path twisted and turned around the different tomb stones. As I reached back into my pocket I grab for my ipod and start to play some music. As it plays I start to loosen up a little now that I’m among my kind of crowd, a dead one. The twists of the path no longer become so trial like. Instead it becomes a fun little dance as my pace quickens a little. As I walk pass one of the many angels I find that a rose bush had started to make it’s way around its cement body. A giant white rose was blooming from the vine. Stopping I looked it over for a moment before picking it and placing it up against my nose. I could already smell it’s strong scent when it was far away. There was still nothing like the feeling of a rose to your nose though whether you were the living dead or not.
While smelling the rose I continued my little dance. As I pass one of the older looking tombs that had been long forgotten I placed the rose on it and said a few words to the dearly departed. I didn’t know why but I found it all to be enlightening. I had done these little act time and time again. In fact after having seen one set of roses growing around the cast iron fence I had come back one summer as a mortal and planted more. Clearly the white rose around the angel must have been my handy work.
After a while I found myself now deep among the dead. I had finally reached the weeping angel that over looked it all. She was about my size if not bigger scale wise. In her hand there was a cement rose that was made to look as if being held limply. I couldn’t help but still stand in awe of all of her beauty. Her body was slumped over a alter with a bible flipped open. Her cheek pressed against the pages as her eyes looked sad and dead as those that she crying for. Reaching over I placed my ice cold finger tips against her cheek before letting them trail over to the swirling cement of her hair. It laid messily over the bible and soon was lost. The same looking swirled engravings were to her long flowing rob that trailed down to the ground. It was sad to see the now permeate tears to her eyes from the weather. What once was a bright soft white was now deep shades of gray making her look even more sad.
I could feel my eyes start to burn and the contacts start to melt. Tears were swelling in my eyes and my undead heart started to break. Half of me felt pity for the stone figure that laid forever against the cement alter and the bible that sat upon it. Another half of me envied the fact that I could never look as beautiful as her. That I was forever bound to the body I was trapped in and if I was to be released from it that I was then bound to hell.
With that thought my fingers slipped away from the stone angel. Anger washed over me and soon I felt the urge to send my fist flying through the stone figure. Biting my lip I could soon taste the small amount of blood that was still pulsing through my veins from my last victim. The taste eased my nerves and soon I was on the ground next to the angel crying. My hands covered my eyes and the vampiric acid started to fill my hands. The contacts were toast at this point there was no doubt about it. Sadly as soon as my emotional break down had come it soon stopped. My eyes darted to the sound of creaking metal. It was the gate being pushed open. Shifting I slipped behind the angel out of sight of the gate. There I sat and waited.
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