Christophe Immortal

I sat in the tavern, drinking my ale in the dim light, lost in the hour only certain that it is well past sunset. I scan the room with my lonely eyes and I see a young couple in the corner, well I should see a young man, apparently wealthy and the local whore. The man was as quiet as he was pale. His hair dark, contrasting with his deathly pale skin tone, encased his face. Also his lips oh they looked lively and lush, deep red, he was almost more appealing then the whore. Though she was more lively, perhaps though it was just the brandy and cocktails she was guzzling down that made her cheeks blush and to become loud in an intoxicated stupor. As she drank the last sip of her brandy-wine she became ever so calm. The man seized his cue he dove in kissing her lips with his, kissing down her neck and up her shoulder then again he positioned himself on her neck. Wrapping his arm around her torso he kissed her hard and deep, the whore moaning loudly caught the eyes of many men-sitting close by them. She passed out not phasing me, due that she was pumped full of brandy tan ran released her and draped her blonde hair over a red mark, apparently a hickey and laid her face down on the table, throwing two silver coins near her as he stood. As He passed by me he glared, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I returned to my ale.
Hours later, she still remained asleep on the table, and I noticed she had knocked over a glass of wine, on the table. I walked over to wake her there was no glass on the table to explain the spill, I sat next tr tar tapping her, she was clammy cold. Her hair shifted when I touched her and I saw a red river flowing down her shoulder on to the table in a small pool. I looked closer, her skin tinted blue, she was dead. I gasped frightened, shaking as I stood knocking the chair over as I quickly walked out of the tavern. As I shut the door I turned and leaned on the outer wall, my legs like weak under me, from my drinks and what was just revealed, the dead whore. My eyes closed I breathed heavy. I felt a hand on my throat, I opened my eyes seeing the young man again, I couldn\'t scream, my body tense. He played with my wavy treads for a minute or so before diving in on my neck. A searing pain as he clamped down, his tongue danced on the new wound as I sucked in I passed into darkness.
I awoke later on a bed of fine satins and silks, goose-feathered pillows; he was sitting on the lower edge of the bed. I backed away, he stood walking towards me, ready to scream I opened my mouth \"shhh,\" He whispered to me. Then he stroked the unharmed side of my neck, flipping my hair back he dove in again. This time I was fully aware of the pain, he sucked on me drained me, still positioned, for a minute or so longer then releasing. I felt drained, cold, dead.
He stood staring at me for a moment then raised his wrist to those pouty red lips, bitingselfself he brought it close to my mouth. I melt the blood and a ravenous side I had not felt before took me. I grasped his wrist and sank my mouth on it and drank down the crimson river of bittersweet blood. As it raced down my throat I felt brief release. Then it hit, like poison my body poisoned. \"O, god death is better than this!\" I cried out painfully. Doubled over, cringing, then it all stopped a pause almost. I lay on the bed still clenching my fists, breathing heavy, he walked over to me caressing my face, looking down at me he smiled. \"Ah, my masterpiece.\" He said
My eyes left his too explore, a new room. I hadn\'t moved, no but the room had changed around me. I turned to him \"What are you, monster?\" I asked him coldly.
He laughed,\" Could you not guess, even after all this? I am a vampire, Christophe.\" He said still smiling.
\"You know my name?\" I asked him, \"What then is yours?\"
\" I have chosen to remain nameless, but I suppose you can call me Derik, yes that was my mortal name.\" He replied.
Then a woman, no older than twenty walked into the room. He strolled over to her calmly he took her hand up, kissing it playfully. She blushed, and smiled at him. Suddenly he turned her wrist face up and kissed it hard, she must not have felt much pain because she did not scream until she witnessed the blood falling to the floor. He grasped her tightly and whispered, \"Sleep Mon Cheri.\"
She fell limp, and he dragged her on to the bed next to me. I glanced up at him as he guided my face to the bleeding wrist, \"Eat.\" He commanded.
I did, the first gulp seemed to flourish life back into my veins, I drank quicker, more desperate. Then he grabbed my chin gently pulling from the wrist. \"Listen, no heart beat, she is dead, never drink once the heart has stopped, it will fill you with their damned fate, draining life from your lips. But not to worry my love you, we shall never meet death.\" He smiled at me, his emerald eyes reflecting in mine. \"Better\" he said.
Even at that moment I felt more alive than ever, \" Follow me.\" He signaled me as he spoke. He took me far down in to a dark room, torch lit. This room was more lavish than the one upstairs. The mantel had a beautiful clock ticking away the hour a gold pendulum swinging in its belly. A tarnished piano rest in the corner. A fine carved table lay in the middle with three finely carved chairs with red cushions. There were no windows down here though, not one. Also in the far left corner lay two coffins both good sized and black. One with intricate crosses carved deep on it and thorny vines twisting around it. The other with a single rose on the top, and angels, falling into hell or flying to heaven you couldn\'t tell. He broke the silence \"You\'ll rest here during the day, it\'s a short time, don\'t worry, you\'ll rest well.\" He said walking to the rose coffin, sliding the lid off. The idea of laying in a coffin, I shudder even now if I think to long on it. I hesitantly walked to it, seeing a silk inner, red and a single pillow also red. \" Go ahead, its fine\" He persuaded me.
I stood in it, laying down he stared at me for a moment then slid the lid on me. I lay in darkness and listened to him go inside his, soon slipping into the dark spell of sleep. I awoke many hours later, opening my eyes, the lid was off he was resting on the edge of my coffin fiddling with my hair, \"Ah your up, well come on make your self decent, were going out.\" He told me standing.
I got out, gladly and tied my wavy blonde hair back in a tie. We were taken in a carriage to Madame Lerouix mansion party. When we arrived we were quiet and lingered in the shadows, until Derik’s charm swooned a young woman. She escorted us to a room far down the hall. Her skin was fair, cheeks rosy, her hair fire red and her eyes green-gray. Derik and her sat in the corner giggling and talking. I sat away from them listening to the conversation. Eventually Derik grew hungry, \"Mon Cheri, your lips are as red as wine, I must kiss them.\" He dove in kissing her she did not hesitated to kiss back.
Derik released and licked a thin, short trail of blood on her chin. \"She is delicious my friend, come\" He demanded.
I stood hungrily scanning her delicate body, my eyes freezing on a healthy vein on her neck. Her eyes were closed but she drew breath. And I could here her heart so knew she was still alive. I struck fiercely, she was delicious her warm blood flowed in me I released at the last second as her heart stopped. I cleaned a blood trail of her neck. Then I stood back watching her topple over on the bed, she looked so peaceful. I took my napkin and cleaned the cold blood off my lips. Derik walked to me \'Ah, mon ami are you content? or do you want more\" he asked me
\"More,\" I demanded nodding.
\"You can have more, but later first let us join the party,\" he guided me back out to the party.
Derik and I did have more, We shared three more young whores and a man.
I suppose because the party was not as civil as most it was amazingly easy. Derik was as cunning as a wolf, you could tell he enjoyed the hunt. Even more so the kill.
It was about 3:00 am before we returned home \"You enjoyed the party?\" Derik asked me
\"Yes, o it was wonderful.. but I am ti-ired,\" I said yawning in dead exhaustion.
\"You should be,\" Derik nodded opening my coffin, I climbed in
Later that night my morals met me as I lay awake in my, or what should be my final resting place. He opened my lid, \"Yet again its time,\" Derik said.
\"I can\'t\" I shook my head as I got up
\"What do you mean, you cant!\" He pounded his fist on his coffin, \"you can, come on, you did you must!\"
\"No I can\'t kill!\" I cried
\"You have to, you enjoyed it didn\'t you? I know you did.\" He smiled dragging me back into his web. \"You have to, to survive…\" he sighed, \"Christophe, listen to me,\" he grabbed my face, \"I made you, what you are, me\"
\"I know, Derik I can not, I cant be a parasite ling off people, I was one not so long ago, just as you were once.\" I pleaded
\"Ah Christophe, you take pity on them now? You\'re so complex, so enteric,\' he said cooing as he brushed my face gently, I backed away, \"If you cant do it yourself I\'ll do it for you Mon ami, don\'t worry.\" I turned from him. \"Come with me Christophe.\" He insisted grasping my shoulder guiding me out to our gates, were a young man strolling by. Deriisteisted no time and invited him in, he followed. Derik enchanted him in to sleep. He then proceeded to drink him, dipping his hand in fresh blood he pressed his hand to my lips the blood resting on my lip I could smell it. I licked my lips eager…I couldn\'t last I had to I dove in and drank the man until he alas was dead as well. \"Were going out, to the tavern.\" Derik inforced
He took me to the tavern were I first saw him. The tavern maiden sat with us I worked my charm on her and she couldn\'t resist, I kissed up her neck and cheek, and I kissed back down. Derik nodded to me, I knew what he meant we positioned ourselves. Her pulsing vein taunting us with each beat of her heart. He dove in simutaneously sooner than most she fell dead. We lay her on the bench. Then walked out the bartender watching us, we heard him scream when he dicovered her dead. He ran out the door with a rifle, Derik took him and with out a second thought took him as well. The man was twice his size at least and fell loudly. Then Derik caught up to me. He kissed me as we walked, softly on the neck before saying, \"Christophe, you are very unique, you almost contridict yourself, Make no mistake my heart is to you this is why I see you are troubled, its in your step.\" He paused wrapping his arm around my shoulder, his lips pressing softly on my hand, \"Mon ami, you think hell is your fate, not to worry, we all sin yes, but why pity them, there ideals and sins are a mere game, a wim. Its better to let them live then? And let them pollute whats left of the sanction of earth, we must travel for all time. Or should we rid the filth? Don\'t wory they would meet this fate some day we just, introduce them to it faster,\"
I said nothing to him just looking to the sky the stars did not shimmer as I saw them once, and the moon a pale sun, god I mkiss sun I thought to myself, derik was in front of me watching me.
\"You wonder why I dismiss them like animals. That\'s what they are… I was once one yes, I can not deny the obvious. but I almost died on human hands but no I was saved by a vampire, he was one in the crowd who would not let me die. They cast stones in the village square…in this city three hundred years ago lies my mortal past..and my Vampire history lays here as well, my vist meal was here in the sqaure, my lover lay in the graveyard dead, and my masterpiece,\" He cooed softer, \" You are here with me , your face flickers under fire with the memories of the sun I havent seen in theses three hundred years. You are still so human and htats wht I hate about you, your so intricate, so wonderful, profound admit it mon ami, you enjoy the kill. You feel important we all do, let go Christophe…\"
I noded feeling my mortal soul wither under me. My loyalties were surrendered to Derik, \"you are so right, especially now that I hear your story…you are so very right.\" I cried a tear dropping from my face.
He wiped my eye as we approached home, almost twilight we slept in our seprate coffins, but more together than ever, I had the easiest sleep that night and it lasted all night in to the day.

The next evening he and I walked to a local tavern about a half a mile from the house. On our way we didn\'t talk, no the silence was so thick you could cut it with a knife. He staggered next to me holding my hand and rubbing my forearm gently. He released as he spotted a woman, she was most beautiful, and her beauty was intoxicating. As I stared at her I fell in love, but I knew she was to be prey for Derik. He walked over to her speaking kind words, enjoying the intentness of the moment…as he went to strike I pushed him off and I did…I wanted her not to die. She shrieked as I pierced her soft neck I drank her careful not to drain her to death, but derik knew my plan as if he read my mind he moved her ebony hair from her shoulder and dove in as well. I released and pried him off she was pale as the midnight moon. I balanced her throwing her over my shoulder her limp body swaying with my steps…derik did not follow. I brought her home and placed her on a bed of silk, she was still and cold as ice. The blanket under her was silver with a small fan of crimson on either side of her. Her heart was pounding slowly, her chest barley moving her breath was inaudible in the quick choppiness that she breathed. She stirred slightly I watched her sitting on the chair, arms crossed her taste still lingering in my mouth… my love grew thinner with each agonizing moment soon I leaned to not care or notice her pain. She opened her eyes, staring into mine her dark eyes filled with sadness. She went to sit up and winced as her wounds still trickled on her back, she moaned in pain feeling death starting to crawl upon her. I stared at her, as her breath became less frequent, I ended my gaze in pity. \"You want her don\'t you…take her christophe!\" Derik said appearing from the shadows.
I don\'t want to claim her life…I want her to be made, can you do this for me please\" I asked Derik
He nodded in response he walked to her, she did not move her body to weak and strained, she only cried for mercy. \"Shes so strong and beautiful…\" Derik sighed.. Sitting on the bed next to her he clamped on his wrist letting blood trickle out droplets staining the bed as he brought it her mouth, she was quick to react as it hit her lips she attacked the wrist fiercely. She sucked hard flowing a steady river down her throat she continued for a minute or so soon deriks color was becoming pale…her tried to pull her off \"Enough, stop it! Ah Christophe, help...ah get this wench off-of-me\" He screamed she was still drinking digging her nails in. her eyes told me she was out to kill I\'m, not that I thought it at all possible, he finally got her off. The pain was instantaneous. Derik cradled his wrist as it healed, he was extremely pale. She was on the bed wailing around, her screams bouncing of the walls. Her ebony hair thrashing hiding her face and tangling it. Her breath quickened then her brown eyes glistened over, as the first tears formed they changed to a haunting honey yellow color. She was a new vampire. Her physical charecteristics had changed; the ebony cloak that draped behind her doubled almost in length and her lush lips turned from blossom pink to blood red. Her body perfect already did not change at all. AS she sat up again she panted, breathing with the strain as if she had run for miles. Looking around she stopped on Derik, she slinked off the bed over to the fire place, and grabed the fire poker. She dragged it behind her walking over to the chair derik sat in. She raised it and thrusted it forward into and threw his neck, she took her hand off of it. She smiled as she saw it protruding from his throat. He grabbed it and pulled back out, he didn\'t bleed but the poker was drenched…he healed as if nothing happened and stood. \"Already you prove promising my dear, but you seem too over eager for your own good, maybe you just need to be broken…\" derik laughed cruelly at his virgin vampire lover.
\"Keep away!\" she warned despretly searching for a new weapon. He only laughed at her feeble attempt and grasped her throat tightly.
\'My love you cannot kill me…why so much malice towards me, you are so beautiful.\" He kissed her cheek softly
\"Burn in hell!\" she snarled his grip tightened.
\"What hell is that, the one mortals invented, that is just a fairy tale to scared the ignorant children, mon cheri fear no hell, if I kill you, you will not go to the land of the damned, nor the fantasy that is heaven. No all you will have is darkness it will stifle you, it will burn deep in your soul worse than any flames ever could, this should be yourr.\"r.\" He paused turning her face towards him staring into those cat like eyes, \"Do not defy me you worthless whore or I will bring you to that darkness…\"
Fear made her listen, she nodded her head, \"so strong,\" he cooed, feeling down her perfect body, \"so beautiful\" he said with lust filled eyes. This lust was not for killing though, no it was for a much less practical use. He unbuttoned the top of her dress revealing to young beautiful breasts to his cruel eyes examining her. She moved away he seized her throat again staring in to her eyes then she stood silent no resisting as he unveiled her body her flesh pale as the moon light contrasted with her raven hair he dress fell to the floor and she covered her body quickly. She tried to run, he grabbed her \"I see your not going to make this easy are you?\" then almost impossibly quick he grabbed the sheet and split it in half to make ropes and threw her down on the bed tying her limbs to the posts. He ripped of her underwear and shoved them in to her mouth, then he took the fire poker from me and brought it over to the bed…her inserted it up in side her and close the canopy curtains around them. I do not know or want to ever imagine what happened that night. The image of the two silhouettes on the bed is all I remember and the screams in to the night.
The next evening I woke hearing Kyra moaning painfully in her coffin, what ever Derik had done to her she was still fng tng the pain. I opened her coffin a stream of tears fall from her face forming a puddle on the silk lining. She sat up holding my arm and I patted her head gently to soothe hr pain and comfort her fears. I began to hate Derik, the pain in her eyes manipulated me against my maker, my first love, Derik.
He rose from his coffin glancing cruelly at her and smiling at me he walked over, I shivered. Hse crouched as he touched her he laughed at her weakness. \"STOP IT!\" yelled out at him, \"look what you\'ve done to her!\"
\'What I\'ve done…given her a new life, a love, a lust and immortality. A home so she wont have to sell that worthless body of hers, and a companion I you!\" Derik barked, \"IF that whore does not appreciate this I can release her…\" he seized her and slit her throat a thin blood line emerging, \"I could end it all for her now do you want that?\" he grabbed her wrists slicing them both. She bled more , \"She is weak, she has not yet fed If I don\'t stop the blood she will die,\" Derik spoke slow and soft dropping her to the floor to watch her bleed. He stood staring at me, \"Do you want me to stop the blood? She is the very bosum of evil you know this she is more sinister than I or any other, but still you pity her. Her eyes glow with radiance and you feel sorry for her don\'t you. Should I save her?\" He asked me
With out a second thought I yelled, \"Do it save her now!\" he healed her on command but still she flirted with death her skin tinted blue. He dragged her on to the arm chair, and left the room, moments later returning with a house maiden, he poised her on kyras lap. She dove in hungrily drinking every drop should could with draw…then I walked to her hearing no heart beat I knew the woman was dead, I attempted to pry Kyras mouth off she bit me in response I withdrew swiftly. Derik attacked her, \"you ungrateful skank you deserve to die!\" he cursed punching her, beating her into submission. She passed out, limp on the chair he tied her donw and pushed the chair to the window and drew the blinds back. \"What the hell do you think your doing!\" I demanded
\"It was a mistake to make her!\" he said
\"You cant just kill her!\" I screamed
\"What then should we do wait for her to kill us! You know if she lives we will die!\" He yelled
I pushed him aside unting her and throwing her on my shoulders, I glared at him. \"I wont let you murder her!\" I walked down the stairs to the room and placed her in my coffin then I stepped in wrapping my arms around her and falling into sleep. As I dreamt I realized I was in love and there envy would kill one of them…inside I wished it was Derik. I knew Derik felt me betray him and my heart loose faith but Kyra was my one true love.
When I woke Kyra was not with me instead she was on the piano playing a soft tune, drinking from a goblet. Her arm was drenched in blood, and a little boy lay dead on the floor boards. His blood spattered across the room stained on the curtains. \"Kyra what are you doing!\" I heard deriks voice say coming down the stairs! \"Clean this now, you are so stupid!\"
\"Fine!\" she got up angrily to clean smashing the goblet on the floor she grabbed the little boy and placed him in the roaring fire a pungent odor filled the room along with smoke from the roasting flesh. She cleaned a few blood spots before returning to the piano. Derik was satisfied by her tentativeness and sat next to me smiling. \"I suppose you were right Christophe…we just had to, tame her teach her how to listen\" he cooed. She turned to stare at him in the most disturbing manner. I only nodded a small scar of my fear for her. Derik was fearless he was careless…he showed enormous amounts of pride and dignity with no grounds but intimidation. I know this is why Kyra said nothing at this point. He got up arrogantly and moved across the hall and out the front door to hunt in the quiet streets of Venice.

\"Damn him\" Kyra shrieked when she knew he was gone. \" DAMN HIM TO HELL! Christophe, my love I cant stand him he must perish!\" she shrieked more stressed throwing an ancient vase at the fire place. As it exploded I watched her, her absolute furry amazed me. How could two such vampires co-exist with this much hatred! \"Kyra, you owe your life, your immortal beauty to him…why such fierceness to him.\" I asked her concerned. \"Who asked me what I wanted? He attacked me, then made me this…monster of a thing…then...he\" she stopped, her furry now self-pity. \"That night he…damaged me in more ways than one, now I’m here stuck forced to walk this wretched place along his side and I won\'t!\" she burst into tears \"I JUST WONT!\" she said running from the room up the stairs and out into the night. I cleaned the room I place all the delicate decorations back in order stuck between creator and love. This turmoil stabs like a knife even through the heart of an immortal.
Later that night he stormed in well fed but still not at peace with the world, and definitely not at peace with me. \"You love her don\'t you!\" He screamed at me dangerously, \"You traitor! You ungrateful…I should kill you both!\" he lunged at me. \"Surrender her to me or die\" he said sporting a blade against my throat and before I could answer he slit my throat allowing blood to drench the floor and I passed out quicker than I expected.
Hours maybe even days passed, I came back to consciousness and open my eyes, it was pitch black, I realized I was in my coffin. I ran my hand across the smooth silk lining of the top and pushed on it lightly to remove it. The top didn\'t budge, I pressed harder still against it, thinking I was just in a weakened state. Nothing, I started to hit the top shaking the coffin violently. I heard a cruel laugh from the outside, Deriks cold laugh. He chuckled louder as I attempted still to get out of my cage. I heard foot steps, felt a pull he, was dragging me, then a very hard crash against the floor that shook my body, and undoubtedly left a mark on the floor. My head banged up and down as he dragged my coffin up the stairs, I started to scream in absolute terror. He laugher louder, his voice cracked in a high pitch cold, despicable laugh. He dragged me out of the house I could hear him slam the grand doors to our home. Down the stairs, where was he taking me, why the hell is he doing this is all I could think. The gravel and stone way scraped against the bottom. He dragged me for what felt like miles then dropped me with a soft thud to the ground. I felt him push me, about 5 feet later I went from level ground to a straight fall. I fell down about 5 or 10 feet to a soft plot. I heard something fall on the top o. I . I heard metal clinking into the soft earth, and his voice, \"Christophe it shouldn\'t have ended this way, I told you she was no go-od for you\" he stuttered as an especially heavy load of dirt and rocks fell on me. I was desperate…I was screaming the torment of listening to him bury me alive! I shivered inside, depicting his cunning grin and smug posture as he knew he won, that he had complete control by getting rid of me. What a cowardice way as well, he couldn\'t kill me, he left me to the immortal torment alone in a hole, to listen to the weaving of worms and the lonely church bells. But this deep would I be able to even hear those sounds, or would my solitude me suppressed to just he dark, caving walls of my coffin. I could barely hear Derik now. He was piling on the layers of dirt, some fell in the cracks of the wood. I was so very weak already, blood-lust high, and the torment of solitude with not one drop of the crimson strength I need was absolutely agonizing, the pinnacle of immortal torture. I screamed, not only in terror but in hatred. Cursing Derik loudly hoping his keen hearing received my words. I lay there sorrow struck and fearful for hours…then I heard the earth being removed from above me. Did Derik come back to save me, was what he was doing just a lesson, a game perhaps? No…I heard two very unfamiliar voices, both male. \"Arthur, this here looks fancy, must be royalty\" one snickered…ahh grave robbers I thought to myself. Very common must have seen Derik placing me in and came to for riches. What low lives of this world, yet what a relief…after they free me I will feast on them I thought to myself. They got closer and the shovels dinged into my top…then using all their might they lifted me out of my hole…and used the shovel to remove the nails that kept me prisoner. \"Damn, some peoples too supa\'stitious if yer ask me\" one of the men said \"mus’ think this uns\' ghost gonna come out an’ spook \'em if they got \'im nailed in this tight.\"
I heard them start to remove the last nail, as they lifted the lid I vaulted out at them. Taking the smaller one down first, oh how the life filled me. My strength came back almost instantly, I took on the other, dropped him…and smiled. My lips caked in blood, I licked them, not only did the scoundrels free me but they revived me as well. I place them into what was my hole, covered them and turned on my heel to seek out Derik. To get my over-due revenge. I paced my steps slowly, my fury rising in each step towards the house, and towards the mongrel Derik. My clothes caked in my own blood, and my hair ratty and ruddy. The house was now in sight. I hesitantly walked closer, up the outer stairs, to the grand door way. I opened the door and entered the threshold. I quickly stepped into the hall and down the stairs to the lower level the room was dark, and unchanged. A fire roaring the embers collected on the hearth. It all seemed calm, to calm for me. I rushed up the stairs. I crept into the master bedroom, saw the light of a blazing fire and heard and smelt the sex. The canopy curtains, closed and two shadows on the bed, my eyes began to burn in furry. “My sweet Kyra, oh christophe is no longer here to save you, y-our all mine” Derik moaned ready to attack Derik, then I realized it wasn’t his fault I was miserable. It was hers. She had drawn us apart…Derik my once tender lover, my creator, now my worst enemy. His jealousy took him letting the fierceness of his humanity slip out, with the might of a vampire. If I wanted to restore peace, I would have to kill her. The devil, the bitch. She was too blame, she drove him and I to quarrel and Derik in to a mad jealous rage. She was doomed to die in this manage et trois, not I. I flung open the chamber door, making my entrance known. Derik looked up in awe, and Kyra astonished and grateful. She was weak tied with silks and ropes to the posts, her sensuous limbs extended out, revealing every inch of her ethereal body. Derik still inside of her. “Chr-istophe?” he said bemused. “but…how?” “You underestimate the thieves and vagabonds of this town grave robbers saved me, your cowardice act did not finish me, Derik.” I snarled at him I was here to destroy her, but his mal content towards me sent a loathsome flood throughout my body. “Get off of her…” I ordered Derik, he didn’t move. “Get off of her, or I will kill you with her!” he smiled at me, and moved off of her. She appeared more weak then ever, I stared at her and I started to pity her. “Get two goblets and a carving knife…” I directed Derik in a somber fashion, he slipped on a robe, and went to fetch the things I requested. I sat on the bed, looking down at her, my hand caressing her, my hand stroking her icy flesh, pale as the doves wings. I then ran my fingers through her delicate hair, soft and dark. Derik returned wthe the carving knife and two elegantly decorated silver goblets, most ravishing. The pattern of thorns and roses winding around them. He handed me the knife, as I placed it in my hand, I stroked her face once more. “Please don’t Christophe I love you” Kyra pleaded. I stared at her, her eyes empty, she was shaking. I positioned the knife, pointing it down to her chest directly over her heart. “You bewitched me once, you never loved me, you couldn’t have...” As I said this I raised the knife. “Because I never really loved you…goodbye” I whispered plunging the blade into her, and closing my mouth on hers. I broke into her breast, her ribcage and pierced her heart deeply, tasting her lips for the last time. I released only after I knew she couldn’t scream, it took to much for her to. She was bleeding heavily, pouring from her chest, soaking the bed, seeping into the sheets and the fine mattress. A thick crimson stream started to fall over the edge of the bed, on to the floor forming a small pool. Derik took the cups to the stream and before long they were begging to over flow. Her body was shriveling , dying, her beauty disappearing, she was turning gray, her hair curling up, her skin becoming scaly and hard. She released all of the blood she had inside and now resembled stone. Derik smiled, and softly blew on her, she scattered into ashes. “ I propose a toast, to Kyra, the hostess of this fine occasion.” He said laughing. “you were our lover, our mistake, our weakness, and now your our mess” he handed me my goblet we both grinned at each other, and drank the remnant of Kyra. The morbidity was just to much, but it was better to let it go. As we drank to her death, our bond grew, we would soon be together again. We cleaned the mess and we dragged the bed and sheets and ashes out side. We set a magnificent fire, along with her coffin. I stared at the bon fire, felt the warmth on my skin, and bid farewell to her. Derik held me in his arms, I felt his control, his strength, o how I missed it. Now safe in his grasp. He rubbed his hands against me and unbuttoned my shirt, slid it off of my shoulders, and threw it into the flames. “Go bathe, the blood is ruining your lovely hair.” Derik ordered me , I nodded and turned to the house, walking up the stairs, stopping at the great doors, to view the fire once more. I turned back and went inside the house, into the bathroom, setting the bath, steaming water coming from the faucet, undressing, and stepping in to the bath. I sank down to rinse out the crusted blood, the water turning red. I used some coral soap to get the remainder out. I drained the bath and refilled it with clean water, to relax, as I did Derik came in, with candles, matches, jasmine scented bath oils and a fine horse hared brush in hand. He undressed before, he looked magnificent, I wanted him. He stepped into the tub, and sat behind me, he lit a few candles setting them on the floor. He ran the brush through my hair, sprinkling it with the oil. As he brushed out my hair, he started to kiss my neck softly. How wonderful it felt, his body against mine, he was necking me passionately, rubbing the oil on me, perfuming the air, the pleasure just spread throughout me, the smells, the touch of him, his strong hands massaging me. “Be happy, some take centuries to get rid of, not many have the strength that you had tonight to kill another, nor one they created.” He whispered softly to me, “in fact I did not have the strength to kill you, for which I am sorrowful and ashamed, for trying even, my love” I did not respond, he didn’t love me, he just lusted me, he lusted my affection. “We are together again…forever!” “Forever? When is forever, is it for all time, like you promised before, or is it until another who can offer you love comes along? Don’t pledge your love to me, you can’t keep that promise.” I responded coldly, I released his grip hastily, and stepped out from the tub, toweling off, with out so much as a word to him. He was hurt, and was speechless, but my heart was wounded, I left him in the tub alone.
I went upstairs, and put on my undergarments and sat in the room, until dawn drew near, then I drew the curtains I hid under the bed frame, hanging the blankets as a shield. My coffin in the cemetery, with the thieves. I slept most uncomfortably, thinking hardly on Deriks words, does he really love me? I asked myself. No, he can’t, but I wanted my heart to lie and say yes, so I could rest. But rest would not come, my heart was stubborn, and my strength to defy it was weary. When darkness returned I came out of hiding. Derik was on the chair, solemn, “Christophe, I am so sorry” he whinnied. “I know” I replied. He opened is mouth, but I cut him off, “no excuses please, I’ve already been up half the night, in tangled webs of your words.” I left the house. Walking down the winding road. My steps loud in the silence. A carriage passed by, inside I saw a man whom was no more than thirty, but reminded me of…myself. I was quick to get closer, I watched him, running beside the cart. He was an elegant man, rich no doubt in my mind, unwed, no ring on his finger, most handsome. His cheeks pink, and his skin so fair, and I heard his heart steadily beating. I needed his blood, to devour him would some how help me forget about Derik, and his false lies. I stopped the carriage, and stepped inside the cart with him, he stared at me angrily, I laughed at his furious expression. He saw my teeth glisten in the faint moonlight, he became very wary, “Who are you?” he asked of me… “No one” I replied. “I demand a name, sir!” he said attempting bravery. “No” I replied infuriating him more. He went to strike me. I grabbed his arm and bit in. Oh his blood was so satisfying. I felt his life, his passion guzzle into me, down my throat, fulfilling me. His wrist pumping blood into me. He writhed to get loose. I tackled him, throwing him from the carriage, and pinned him. Turning his neck, and dove in, drawing the sweet nectar from his throat. He fought at me, causing me to chuckle inside as I overpowered him greatly. His fists hit softer now, and started to unclench, my body incredibly warm, his deathly cold…I stood above him, towering over his corpse. I am strong, I am stronger in will and body then Derik, it was time for his false promises and lies to bring him down, I would reign over my master, my creator, Derik would only serve me, only love me, even if I have to kill the bastard.
I steadily made my way back to the house, plot in hand, ready to show him who really held the power. This erotic, tragic, kingdom of his was to stop, he couldn’t control me, as he said I was more brave and willing than he. I was about to show how true that was. My footsteps were like giant boulders smashing the ground as I slowly, mightily walked up the stairs. He was waiting for me, ready to take me in his arms, to blindfold me again, to shield me to comfort me, to love me like he thought I needed. No, not anymore, I will not let him manipulate me. I came back for one purpose, and that was to break him of his demonic, overbearing ways. Of the torture he put me through emotionally and physically. “Christophe my love, back? Missed me, or couldn’t make it on your own. My words haunt you, I know, but they will always bring you back to me, back home.” He cooed. “I’ve bought a present for you, come” he beckoned me. I followed, in the house my battle would be in closed walls, much easier to control. He lead me down to the basement, he had refurbished the room, with red stains and velvets a new piano bench of fine antique wood. With a plush seat or read velvet. And over in the corner lay two coffins again, his angel one, and new, gorgeous one. It was black marble, decorated in torrents of flames, and thorns, around the edging, and on top the black zodiac sign, the withered lover. “ a fine gift” I exclaimed. “But I am not the withered lover, I have finally risen from the dank, abyss of your love, your misleading ties and promises.” I looked him square in the eye. “You will surrender to this coffin, Derik, you’re mine, I wont let you take control again, time for me to fill your dreams with hopes, and diminish your every happiness while you are awake, you’re my slave, your weak…I’m am now your master.” I spoke slowly, pronouncing each syllable as if they could be my last. “What?” he laughed “you, my master? Ahh, is this your plot of vengeance, your way to defile me as I did you? Never…you,” he laughed “you could not control me, you couldn’t control that bitch of yours nevertheless me!” “I can, I will, you will bend to my will as I did yours and I will punish you for all you have done, all you have put me through until my empty heart can look at you with joy again….” I commanded him. “I’d die first” he snarled “That, is your final option then, do you accept me as your master, or do you beg for the mercy of death, a long, painful, dishonorable death…” I spoke calmly. “I will give you death, you will go out cursing my name, I will own the manor, and forget you, I will be free and you, you’ll go to that blackness you taught Kyra about…” I stood tensed. “You cant, you haven’t got it in you!” he was panicky. “Oh, don’t I, I have killed one of our kind before, and I will not hesitate to do it again.” I stood staring at him maliciously. “I dare you” he growled. “I take your challenge” I paused for a moment “good bye…sweet Derik” I lunged at him, toppling him over, holding him down of the floor, rolling him to the hearth, a fire was sparked. I leaned his head into the flames. His skin began to blister, and crack, he was literally being cooked under me. He screamed “Get off! Get the fuck off! Christophe you traitor get my head out of the flames!” “Do you accept me as your master?” I spoke looking down at him his hair smoking and burning, his flesh simmering. “Get off!” he replied. “Listen you hopeless bastard, do you pledge your life’s grace to me or must I take it right here and now, and watch you burn on your own hearth?” I demanded an answer “Yes, yes, get me out of the flames, you defeat me, but for mercy’s sake stop this now!” he moaned his flesh searing and burnt. I let him up, his hair completely burned off, his skin melted, he was no longer beautiful or powerful, but a weak, filthy, ugly servant. He was mine, I beaten him, this older wiser being was destroyed by his own child, his will was easily broken, the pain of death made him collapse to me…now I wouldn’t have to fight for rest, I was safe…in my home. I kicked him as he stood before me, and I brought him to his coffin, I lay him down to rest, my hand stroking his contorted skin. In his eyes I saw my lover, I leaned in and kissed him…my heart contented, as mas mine, and we would soon be closer…tomorrow I will heal him. “Good night my love,” I whispered to him closing the lid. I escorted myself to his old coffin, the angels were definitely falling to the dimensions of hell, I felt powerful, yet guilt took me…I was the devil incarnate. He whimpered in his coffin, his will broke so easily, I stood up to him, that not only defeated him, but reversed his entire world…it was all so hazy, all I wanted was his love, for him to be mine forever, but forever is torture and I must torture him to keep him in love…forever.
He was so sniveling, his ego and courage had shrunk to a nothing. The next night when I awoke and removed his lid, he didn’t reach out for me, he stared blankly at me, his head almost healed now, still burnt though. “Derik, its time for us to leave,” I said to him. He nodded and stood out of his coffin. “Derik why are you so silent? Are you scared, or are you just angry that I have the upper hand now?” I asked him. “Neither,” he replied “What then,” I was bemused. “You took my act of love, tore it apart, degraded it, degraded me, destroyed me and my beautiful form, and made me your revenge, your servant, I never called you my servant…” he replied coldly. “No, you only stole Kyra, slit my throat and buried me alive!” I hissed at him he looked down as if he was ashamed…no it was just self pity and he wanted me to feel sorry for him. “Derik, come” I directed him he came over to me. I stroked his face, looked into his sad eyes, and moved in closer. I breathed heavy, closer to him, I moved my lips to his and kissed him deeply. My tongue slipping into his mouth, he kissed me back. Lip locked we kept kissing, I loved him so but loathed him at the same time, he was my betrayer, my lover, my begging and I was his end. God the complications of this immortal toil, he kissed me fiercely, as he had never had before, his lust ensnared my senses. Inside I felt at home again, but it wasn’t the same, but better… I was in control, he was mine, I would make him love me, tonight. I brought him over to a patch of carpet, and laid him down, I unbuttoned his top, revealing his magnificent perfect chest. I kissed his chest lovingly, and then bit in, drawing some of his blood into me, he was delicious. I kissed down his stomach, to the top of his trousers, and undid them, removing them, leaving him nude before me. I kissed him in-between his loins. He moaned in the heat of it and he loved it. He was mine and for the torture and pain I put him through I was putting him through an equal amount of pleasure. “Derik my love I am so sorry for what I have done, my revenge left you weak, harmed and unloved…I will give you the love you crave, but in no way is this amends. No its just a healing for your suffering, feel loved, I did not want to harm you I had no choice.” I whispered warmly to him, caressing him, stroking him, he sucked in, neither acknowledging my words nor caring. I ignored the fact that he wasn’t listening and kept repaying him. He was in fact a withered lover and I was the light and strength he craved, he needed me as I needed him, for eternity. We made passionate love, working ourselves into exhaustion, then I cradled him in my arms. After many hours we fell asleep right there on the carpet nude.
I awoke the next night famished. So was he, not having blood drained him. We smiled as we dressed each other fixing our hair, till we were the distinguished gentleman we disguised ourselves as, and head into the town to relieve our hunger pangs. We discovered a perfect kill. A young man maybe twenty- six, or seven. His white- blonde hair matching his fair complexion, and deep green eyes that seemed to dance in their sockets with the story of his life. He was attractive yes, but we could both smell his blood, his clean sweet blood. We followed him to the stables, he walked to his horse, and began to speak to it. We lurked in the shadow, quiet and swift. He started to saddle it, as he did we appeared in front of him he was frightened at first, but quickly calmed himself, his heart was audible in the silence and the tension was growing… “Who may I ask are you fine fellows, are you stabling you mare here?” he asked us. “No, we have no horse, were here on our own business.” Derik replied to him, I could tell he was enjoying this game. “And what might I ask is that?” the young man asked cockily. “You” Derik sneered. The man was puzzled I went over to him and grasped his shoulder roughly, holding him still, he tried to jerk away but I was to powerful for him. Derik came over and grinned, the man was now worried, “What ever you want…money the horse take it don’t harm me, I wont tell the authorities” the man stuttered. He grasped the seriousness of the situation. He was breathing heavily, he was trembling in my hold, I kept my hand firmly on him. Derik moved in and kissed the man on his neck, “Christophe even his skin is delicious…we must not wait longer, let us drink.” He replied and kissed the mans throat again. “He is so warm” Derik cooed wantonly I nodded, letting Derik taste him, first the man shrieked as Derik bit in, his eyes shone with the fierceness and hunger I hadn’t seen in days. I joined in, the man had a very drawn bitter taste to him, but still so extraordinary…Derik suckled his blood out, gulping it in. I felt the mans life and warmth fill me as I let him flood my mouth. The man was groaning, and crying…his inferior behavior disgusted me now. His whimpering arrogant heap pleading for us to stop only making us more determined to end his vexatious cries for mercy. He was dead, we released him… “How refreshing.” I sighed replenished. “Very” Derik replied in monotone. “Content?” I asked him. “No, not nearly.” He informed me. “He was so unique, never had I tasted such blood as his.” I spoke in awe, the taste still remaining in my mouth, the delectable bitter taste of the man. “I suppose so, his kind is rare, first one in years I’ve encountered, most savory blood, bitter to the taste but haunts you tongue after the kill” Derik sighed, craving more. I only looked at him… “What type of blood would that be?” I asked. “Blood of a truly lonesome man, someone who has nothing to live for, but still goes on with life, not regretting anything he has done, and does not care for the numbers who see him as someone or something to judge, he is alone because he chooses to be, and is not self-pitting or centered for their errors are past…he is a man of the present, and to not linger and or think on ones past takes a unique character.” He replied “I don’t think there are many like him, because we all look to god, we all look to perfection and when we cant meet it we linger on our errors…even I wonder about my past, my mistakes and actions I might have been able to act differently on.” I said nothing I just nodded understanding what he said. He looked at me craving to be satiate “Let us feed again Christophe, my body is growing cool again and the blood lust is still incredibly high” He begged half muttering. I gestured agreement, he bent down and searched the man’s pockets briefly and took out a small gold pocket watch, and put it in his own pocket, I turned to leave and he followed me fleetly. We walked into a near by merchant dock, the collection of vagabonds and river bandits all collected here, loud and drunken, the place reeked of opium and brandy. A tavern maiden slouched against the bar, ragging off a glass. “Drink?” she asked me. “I’ll take a warm rum, and he’ll take the same.” I told her staring at her. She moved slowly getting our drinks. She was very rugged and beautiful, She had full voluptuous lips, burgundy. Her hair was thickly curled and flaming red, mid length. Her eyes were glowing emerald green he skin was as pale as the moonbeams. She was tall and broad shouldered for a woman, her bust was large her waist thin, wonderfully molded. “What may I ask is your name?” Derik started to charm her. “My name is Adelaide, most of them around here call me Della though.” She told him. “Adelaide is a beautiful name, mon cheri” he continued to play his allure on her. “Thank you,” she replied placing our drinks on the bar top “that comes to two copper coins if you please.” I handed her a silver coin, and our our drinks over to the other side of the bar. “ So what is your name sir, never really seen you around these parts before, usually all that comes down here is dregs and street rats?” she asked brashly. “I am Christophe,” I replied to her. “And I am Derik” he informed Adelaide. She nodded in acknowledgement. She turned away to greet new customers at the bar. “I want her,” I said under my breath. Derik looked at me baffled why I wanted her, I was so forward and secretive about the blood lust, until I spoke up he could never had guessed. “Look how she moves! Its amazing as limber as a serpent, as Herculean as a Taurus and ever so enchanting, almost unnatural…” I incoherently spoke to myself. “Let us taste her, she looks so delectable” Derik hissed in an undertone. “No” I stated blankly to him. “But…” Derik protested. “NO!” I spoke loudly, causing many eyes to turn towards us. He backed down, seeing my rage. He slumped and held his rum sniffing it, and placing it back down. He was intoxicated even from the smell. “Come now…” I ordered him standing. He got up sluggishly, swaying a little. “Catch your balance you drunken fool.” I said irked. He kept a step behind me, and we left the merchant hole. Returning home with out a second meal, Derik feeling hunger pangs. I didn’t care, I would let him out once a night, for one kill, that is all he needed, and I would go back to the dock to visit Adelaide.
He fell ap grp grumbling and groaning in hunger. I laughed under my breath at him. Until he was silent I would not rest, he rested and now so could I. The next evening we woke, I called him out of his coffin, and guided him out of the house, he held my arm for security almost. We spotted a woman with a child, walking wearily down the road. I signaled for him to go ahead with a wave of my hand, he took the woman, as he did she shrieked loudly. I went for the young child, she was no more than six or seven. She trembled in fear, I bent down on one knee, and I looked into her eyes, I moved her hair and sash away from her throat. I turned her head, she didn’t budge or attempt to struggle. I bit into her, tearing her throat, her blood was vibrant and young, not polluted with toxins or alcohol. Derik was fighting the woman she wouldn’t die, wanting to protect her already fallen daughter. He sipped the last few drops of blood he could from her and dropped her on the spot. “Go back home Derik” I told him “Aren’t you coming?” he asked rebelliously. ‘No, I wont retire yet, but you will go home, I will be home soon enough, I want you waiting in he Master Chambers for me.” I told him and waving him away. He sighed knowing he couldn’t win with me, and left for the manor. I headed back to the dock, walking briskly. I arrived, and saw her at the bar again. “Ah, have myself a new regular eh?” he asked me… “Where’s your companion, the blond one?” she asked again of me. “Home,” I replied, staring at her. “Warm rum please.” She wiped of a glass and filled it with some warmed rum. “One copper coin” she said laying out her hand her arms were so tough and still as fragile in appearance as a butterfly’s wing. Her veins pulsated under her skin, I watched the purple-blue lines dance with the beat of her heart. I turned away. I reached in my pocket and handed her a copper coin. Sitting in front of her, he suggestive smile made me only want her more. I smirked up at her, stirring my drink with my finger. And smelling it fumes. My head was light, my sense intoxicated with her. I sat there for an hour or so watching her serve the other men, watching them grope her and fondle her. She played along, but was obviously upset with their barbaric reaches and flirtations. I left, heading back to Derik, my lust high from watching her, I needed to work out my sexual anxiety and Derik was just the servant for this occasion.
When I got home, Derik was in the master chambers as I requested and he was sprawled out nude, only covered in a silk sheet across his groin. I lay next to him, I nudged him to take care of my needs. He did, lovingly, he kissed me with a lunatic passion down my stomach, in a line to my privates. He kissed and nuzzled them, stroking me until my tension exploded, I was so relieved, Adelaide still on my mind. I returned the favor he bestowed on me, kissing his muscular torso. To his thighs, gently touching him, taking him to the peek of pleasure, until he couldn’t keep his moans silenced. I kept at him even after that, playfully, lovingly caressing him all the time fading in and out of the fantasy he was Adelaide, her vivacious moans filled my ears. I could imagine her nude before me, more beautiful than Derik or Kyra. I wanted her, even for only one night.
The next three nights I went out alone, returning to beautiful Adelaide, and coming home to use Derik and exploit him to for my sexual needs