No Ordinary Vampyre

Chapter 7

The Truth is Told and the Past Unfolds

I walked down into the basement to get something drink before I went to bed that night. I walked over to my fridge and grabbed one of my many blood bags that I get from the public hospital and downed it. I can’t believe how long it has actually been. I mean all in all it was only a week but I’m still so hungry...

“Jay?” Starky said as he walked around from the corner.

From the looks of it he had been practicing for a while now. He has a towel around his neck and sweat running down his face. 

I opened the fridge and grabbed another bag.

“Yes?” I asked and turned around to look at him while I started to sip the second bag.

“Are you okay now?” He asked and wiped his face with the towel.

“Yeah I’m fine. I was just going to practice some before I went to bed that’s all. That and I was thirsty.” I said and held up the bag showing what I meant.

“Oh okay you sure?” He said and threw the towel on the floor.

“Yeah I’m good I’m just going to go up stairs and try to get some sleep I’m really tired.” I said and smiled at him.

“Ok Jay I’ll see you tomorrow.” He said and disappeared deeper into the room.

I walked back up stairs and went into my room. I still had the blood bag and had been sipping it as I was walking up the stairs and into my room. I finished it off and threw it in the bin in my bathroom. Then I brushed my teeth and when I went to jump into bed I heard it. I could hear something that sounded a lot like breathing. I looked around and saw her. She was sitting in the corner looking at me and waiting. She looked completely calm for someone who had just walked into a Vampyre’s bedroom.  But, to my surprise The Witch was sitting in my room as if it was a normal thing she did every night.

“Now that you aren’t tied up and no one is around to hear me. Would you like to know what I was trying to tell you before you so rudely slammed my head into the ground?” She asked impatiently and stood up.

“Or I could just kill you now so that I won’t have to listen to you anymore.” I said and crouched down.

I looked like I was about to pounce on her, much like what a lion would do to his prey. 

“Now now there is no need for this CONSTANT VIOLENT BEHAVIOR!” She yelled with a stern look on her face.

“And how do you suppose I’m supposed to do that when you have had me hunted, tied up and beat for the pass week!” I yelled and looked at her with pure hatred.

“You’re right I can’t expect you to trust me. But, I do expect you to be rational. Especially since you are the last of your kind. Or at least... We are the last of our kind.” She said and ended it in a whisper.

“I’m sorry young witch hag say what?” I said and stood over her to make me look more intimidating.

“Exactly what I said...” She said. 

“There’s no way that, that could be true. You LIE! I don’t believe you. I’ve been the last one for years. So why is it that you just now show up!!!” I screamed and grabbed her wrist pulling her up higher.

“Would you please put me down?” She asked and staring me in the eyes.

“Why don’t you just make me!” I said and dug my nails into her skin. “You have the nerve to come into my house and provoke me. So why don’t you just deal with the consequences.”

“I’m sorry that you don’t believe me. And I can’t really do anything to prove it to you. Seeing as you would just think that it’s an illusion. But, I can say that witches have proven to perform master illusions. But, have any of them actually drunk the blood of others, enjoying the feeling of the hunt, of chasing down your prey in a frenzy?” She asked with a look of excitement in her eyes.

I dropped her wrist and backed away. There’s no way that she can fake the excitement. Every thing she just said is true. Where yes Dark Witches often side with Vampyre's they never actually drink the blood of others. They are completely against it. And White Witches would never think of it. There’s no way that this woman is a witch. She just can’t fake that feeling of hunting down your prey when you’re so hungry you can’t think straight. So why is it that she kidnapped me, tied me up, pretended to hate me and cast spells on me? And how the heck does she know magic?

“Ah, I see that I finally got you to believe me. So what was it that triggered you to stop being stupid and realize?” She asked and positioned herself so that she was standing straight with complete balance.

“I’ve been looking for others for years now. I watched the rest of us die in pain and agony and you mean to tell me that you an annoying little Witch are in fact a Vampyre?” I asked and looked at her closely.

“Yes. I am. I’m sixteen and I’ve been alive for seven hundred and twenty one years.” She said and looked at me as if studying me.

“I can’t believe this. It’s been over a thousand years and I haven’t found anyone. And now I met you. I just don’t get it. Why would you pretend to be a Witch if you aren’t?” I asked and sat down on my bed.

“Suzzana... She is the Werewolf you met before. She was hunting and killing Vampyre's when I met her. At that time I had just turned sixteen and my boyfriend had just gone missing. I loved him more than you can imagine so I went out looking for him by myself. I had gone out in the forrest and found blood trailing down to an old creek that we used to go to together just to talk and be alone. I followed the blood and the closer I got the more blood I saw. When I finally got down to the creek he was lying there unconscious and barely alive. I had ran up to him just in time to hear his last word... “Vampyre's”. After that I sat there for hours crying. I didn’t want to leave him and I most defiantly didn’t want to walk around in the forrest alone. We had heard rumors about Vampyre’s before but, never really believed in it. And there I was sitting there completely vulnerable when a man dropped down from the trees in front of me.”

~Flashback~

“Well now what do we have here? Why is such a beautiful young lady like yourself crying over a dead thing like this?” The man asked and bent over ever so slightly so that he could look at my face.

“I... He... He’s not a thing! His name is Nigel and I loved him!” I yelled and stood up starring the man in the eyes.

“You say it like he’s still alive. I wonder why that is when it’s obvious that he’s dead. Anyway I mustn't waste any time. I can’t just leave you here you’ve seen to much. But, then again I can’t waste such a pretty thing such as yourself now can I?” He asked.

~Flashback over~

“After that he had bit me. He took me with him to his mansion in the mountains. He had taken care of me as if I was his own daughter. But, I hated him. He knew it too. I knew that he was the one who had killed Nigel. He tried to connivence me on many occasions that he didn’t do it. But, I knew and would never let him deceive me into thinking otherwise. He wanted me to feel at home like I was really his own flesh and blood when in reality the only thing that was even the remotely similar between us was the fact that he changed me. I guess you can say that I was a bit spoiled because I’m ungrateful that he changed me instead of just killing me. But, in all truth I would have been happier if he had eaten me instead.” She finished and sat down on the floor.

“So you mean to tell me that this man changed you just to bring you up as his own? I’m sorry but, that doesn’t sound like something a Vampyre would do.And not only that but, you hate being a Vampyre? ” I said and crossed my arms across my chest.

“Well I’m not making it up if that’s what you think. And anyway I didn’t always hate being what I am today. There was a time when I actually started to like the fact that I was a Vampyre. That I started enjoying life once again.” She said and looked off in the distance.

“And what was it that changed your mind?” I asked.

“A woman.” She said and glanced at me.

“I’m sorry but you’re going to have to be more specific than that.” I said a little concerned.

“Then man that took me in fell in love with another Vampyre. He loved her more than you can imagine and she loved him to. Over the weeks I came to love her also. She was always so kind to me. As if she had known the pain that I had gone through. Known what it felt like to have you love ripped away from you. And she treated me with that sympathy. She was always kind and she never lost her temper with me. And that’s when I started enjoying life. We would go out to hunt together she would teach me new techniques and cared for me when I got hurt...”She dragged the last sentence out as if it was a painful memory.

“And what happened to this woman?” I asked and sat up a bit more straight.

“Well she disappeared. I never saw her again.” She answered

“And what about the man?” I asked.

“I think he’s the reason she disappeared. He died and then she disappeared. In all truth I don’t know what happened to him. I came back one day and he was dead on the ground. He had been bitten by something and ripped to shreds. And no matter how hard I looked I couldn’t find the woman.” She said and sighed.

After all of this I felt bad for her. Yes she was sixteen but, she was still young. Still so vulnerable. But, then again she did try and kill me.

“Ok so you’re a Vampyre but, none of this explains why you were pretending to be a witch.” I said and gave her a questioning look. 

“Oh right well after the woman disappeared I went looking for her. And in the process I ran into Suzzana’s pack. Someone in the pack had told me that if I valued my life I should run and get as far away from this place as possible. So I did, I found a witch cult and they taught me what I know. Then when I started to go looking for the woman again Suzzana found me. She said that she could smell the scent of the dead. But, I convinced her that it was only because I had been cursed to smell like that. The funny part is that she actually believed me. After that she stayed near me and never left. She said the she would stay with me and help me find the person who cursed me. So I let her follow. I knew that I needed help to find the woman and I didn’t want to ask a human. So I let her help me.” She finished in a slight rush.

“Ok ok but, why did you hunt me, tie me up and beat me?” I asked I just didn’t get it.

“Oh that was just so that Suzzana would think that I really did hate Vampyre's.” She said and smiled.

I can’t believe this. A seven hundred and thirty seven old vampyre attacked me just to convince some werewolf that she was indeed and witch. Oh man this is weird. I guess it could get weirder than this though. Oh well.

“Ok well let’s get one thing straight. You’ve really ticked me off so don’t expect me to get all warm and welcoming straight away.” I said with anger in my voice.

“I don’t blame you but, may I ask you a favor?” She asked and lowered her head.

“Sure what?” I said.

“Help me free myself!” She said and looked up at me pleading.