15 December 2010

Cursed ever after, part 3

Had I mentioned that I had tried several times to get in touch with my obsession? They called him Damon but I did not care much for that name. My last try and my actual first time he saw me took place at a local pub in this little town a week ago. In this little lovely town Gabriel, my love, was killed and I came here to commemorate 500 years since his horrific death. I returned to his grave every 10 years. His grave was no more than a stone I myself had set on the place where they burned him while he was still breathing.
Little did I know that Damon was also in town. When I spotted him walking on the street my only normal reaction (after the shock I had when I saw him) was to follow him. I did not even inform Rodney...to my own stupidity.
I had been sitting on a torn up leather couch for hours just watching him from a safe distance. He was sitting at the bar wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of dark jeans. There were empty glasses around him and he was holding another empty one in his hand while whispering to one of the girls he was with. The pub was more space than actual furniture. There was the bar against the wall and the rest of the place was filled with a pool table, three seats and a disguising stanch. The only positive thing about it was that it was poorly lit and so I was able to hide my face in shadows.
I became irritated but did not understand why. I did not care if he had company or not. The irritation changed instantly into furious. I panicked. What was going on? I felt pain in my neck and warmth falling down my chest as the blood under my long black vest was spreading out. Why did I need to change now? What was making it possible? That's when I became aware of the surroundings. Not six meters away from me, a group of teenagers were playing pool. And they were making me mad. It was only then I realized that one of them must have been a vampire. I had entered the pub without looking around and my obsession for the man made me ignore everything else. I quickly walked to the exit. I reached the doors and stared through the glass at the outside horror. Once again, my obsession got in the way and forgot to make me take notice of the red moon outside...red like the vampire blood I needed to spill. I did my best not to fall on my knees and felt the blood socking my jeans. I was enraged. I needed to change and kill. My body was fighting to burst out but the chain around my neck kept it in place. It only meant that in a few moments I would be sitting in a pool of my own blood. Everything started spinning and so I sat down in a corner next to the exit doors. The cold wall tried to soothe my agitation but it was useless. I wanted to kill, I needed it. I hated them all so much there could be no words to describe it.
The tension only got worse. It was approaching. I wanted to reach the chain and unlock it. Drops of sweat fell down my forehead and I did my best not to growl.
'Are you ok?'
I barely nodded but what I really wanted to do was to break his face and pull his heart out. He did not persist as if something made him back up. Did he feel the tension too? If he had said another word I would have jumped at him and grabbed his neck. I looked at him the moment he departed. His face looked familiar even in this dim light. The brother, I realized. Damon's brother was here as well.
I saw the blood under my boots. But that was not the worse part. I saw Damon's face turn around towards me. He was a good distance from me and with the darkness he could have not possibly seen what was happening but that's when I knew I had gotten more attention than I needed. I stood up before he got off his stool. My boots were sliding on the blood I left behind but there was no time for that. I exited the pub trying not to stare at the moon. Headache and dizziness took over but my legs started running.
I ran until I reached the cottage in the woods, a pathetic small house in the middle of wilderness I sometimes called home. Inside there was a bed and old furniture but they contained everything I needed. I sat down against the bed and waited for the wounds to heal.

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