Chasing Hell

CHAPTER THIRTEEN: Binding Half My Soul To Her, Made Me Feel Alive.

Chapter Thirteen: Binding Half My Soul To Her, Made Me Feel Alive.

[Kohell's POV]

Being with someone who plays a very fatal part in your life, is just so damn hard. Everytime the wind gushes through her hair, and the scent hits my nostrils, I just want to snap at her and sink these bloody fangs in her Carotid Artery.

The very moment when I can't sleep at all, because my mind just can't stop replaying the scenes where she's present.

It's so hard to supress the involuntary bloodlust I feel everytime she's near.

It is so damn hard trying not to kill her. Everything in her, invites me in. And I don't want to kill her. The least, hurt her.

I've lived for 136 years. 18 years as human, and 118 years as an immortal. And in my 136 years, she's the first one that has ever been imprinted in me. I don't know how. But we, vampires, has this so called 'soul-bind'. It is when we found someone who's worth the cost of half our soul. I know it is quite the irony because as what you know, vampires are soulless creatures.

But we beg to differ. Blood runs in our veins. And our hearts are beating. We don't sparkle and we don't break into marbles. The only way to kill us, is a stake through our hearts. Other than that, whatever wound or gunshot, we can heal ourselves. We can regenerate our body parts.

But nature despises such abomination. Nature turned itself to us, vampires can't walk in sunlight for it will burn us and the touch of Vladvein plant can sting and weaken us.

I can walk in broad daylight because I have  something in my body that was crafted by the witches to prevent us from burning in the sun. Our family asked the witches to forge us rings, necklace, earrings, even piercings, in return, we are not allowed to hunt humans in the area. And so, we settled with bloodbags and blood of animals.

I am a vampire, as you all know it. I have super speed, I have extra strength and I am a Shifter. Normal vampires don't have this ability. But I do. I can shape-shift into a raven. That is why, in my family, they call me Raven.

Some of you might be asking, why I grow fond of Heather Venice Wessler. The answer is that, I've known her a long time ago. I've known her even before she stepped into Brooklyn Heights.

It was February 17, 2012. Hartford.

Our family moved into Hartford because we've stayed long in Portland and we don't want people to notice that we don't age. We managed to buy a house, outside town. We isolated ourselves from humans because we don't want to be the monster we are. We don't want to kill innocent people for the sake of satisfying our thirst for blood. The only sin we commit was stealing bloodbags. Compelling nurses to deliver us bloodbags just to feed our thirst.

I was at outside a hospital, and was waiting for my bloodbag when I saw this girl on a bench. By the looks of her, she's just 15 years old and she's all alone.

I suddenly felt the urge to attack her, after all, bloodbags don't really satisfy my thirst. I still crave for blood from the veins.

I started walking towards her. Bloodlust begins to surge in me, and all I can think of was blood. My eyes can only see her. Slowly, my fangs started to come out.

I was just meters away from her when she lifted her head and looked my way.

I stopped right on tracks when I get to have a look of her beautiful face. But what surprised me more is the gorgeous smile that's been carved on her lips.

I turned my back on her, squeezed my eyes shut to supress the bloodlust and to hide the fangs away.

"Hi, can I help you?" she chimed as she touched my shoulder. It sent out bolts of electricity through out my entire body.

I spun to face her and gave her a serious look. She took a step backwards.

"I thought you were someone I know. I'm sorry." I answered bluntly.

I turned my back on her and was about to walk away from her when I felt someone holding my hand. I trailed it, and I saw her. She seems to be staring on the ground.

"Please, don't leave me here. I don't have someone with me. I don't want to be alone again." she said softly. I was bemused at what she said. But in the deepest part of my heart, I felt pity of her.

I lifted her head and I saw her crying. I wiped her tears and was surprised when she hugged me. It's the first time to actually feel this kind of feeling right now. The sense of belongingness and the warmth of a girl who's lost in the dark.

Soon enough, I learned that her parents aren't always home. And that she's left with a nanny all the time. The fact that she's just 15 and is practically alone all the time, must be really hard.

Later, I've grown fond of her and has become very protective of her. I sometimes drop her to school and would always drive her home. I have grown a certain attachment towards her that it is almost hard to be far away from her. And it is almost impossible to separate us.

Much to the extent that I have always watched her sleep, I shape-shift into a raven and would always be just outside her window and would stare at her. I know she sometimes notices my presence, but she just ignores it and fell back to sleep.

Things happen smoothly between us. But looks like my nature of being a vampire cannot be concealed for too long.

I almost killed her.

She scraped her knee from learning how to ride a bicycle. The blood from the wound invites me in. Blood was all I can see right now. My eyes turned red and my fangs started to grow.

I snapped at her and pinned her to the trunk of a tree. I refuse to be seen by passers-by.

"H-Hell? W-What are you d-doing?" she said out of fear.

I can't stand it anymore, I snapped and sunk my fangs on her neck. She tried to scream but I cupped her mouth with my hand.

As her blood flowed inside my body, scenes flashed in my head. The moments when we were together. The moment when she tried to make me smile. The moment when she would always make fun of herself just to hear me laugh. Her smiles. Her laugh. Her beautiful face.

And surprisingly, I stopped. I recoiled from her and I can see tears running down her cheeks. She looks so weak as she fell to the ground.

My existence holds a threat in her life. And as much as I want to stay, I just can't. And I know I have to make a decision. I took a bite from my wrist and let her drink my blood. It can heal her.

After that, I cupped her face and looked intently in her eyes.

"Forget all of this happened. Forget the day we met. Forget all the times we've spent together. Forget I ever existed." I kissed her forehead one last time, before disappearing.

That was the last day I've ever seen her. My family decided to go someplace far from here.

Compelling her to forget about me, pains me. Making her forget I ever existed took a huge toll on me. That was when I learned, I bounded half my soul to her.

Yes. I made the hardest decision that day. I made her forget about me because I impost a great threat to her safety.

But binding half my soul to her, made me feel alive. She made me feel complete.

That is the nature of being a vampire. All your feelings and emotions are heightened. All of it is being magnified. When you feel joy, you feel so happy. When you are hurt, you can break down into pieces. When you're angry, you can go into bloodhunt.

The moment I lost her has been hard. I had to force my Dad to torture me. I have to feel pain just to take away the fondness I had for her. It was tough, but I break through.

Until that day...

That day she stepped inside Brooklyn Heights. All of the torture and pain just to conceal the fondness, washed off.

The moment I set eyes on her again, everything in me rejoices. I've never felt so happy in my whole existence.

But I have to distance myself from her. That is why I always make her angry at me. That way, she'll keep a safe distance. That way, she'll despise me and would never smile at me.

Heather's still the little Heather I've known from two years ago. She's still gutsy and tactless. But right now, she's grown to be a very brave lady.

At times when I can't control myself anymore, the times in which I badly want to make her remember, I would torture myself. I would drink water laced with Vladvein. That's why I'm always absent from classes because just by seeing her, I feel remorse. Because I almost killed her.

The feeling of being with her, was ecstatic. But at the same time, very fatal.

And when I kissed her, that night on the football field, was beyond ecstatic. The fatality of being with her makes me want to compel back her memories of me. But that would also bring back the memory when she saw me as the bloodsucker I am.

And so I compelled her to forget I ever took her out that night. Forget about the kiss. And forget whatever happened that night.

I was surprised to see the tears running down her cheeks. And she slapped me.

"How could you make me feel this way, huh?! How can you make me want to forget all of this when everytime I am with you, it's like I'm in a whole lot of different world?! I am not your play thing, Kohell! You can't play with my emotions and feelings! I hate you! I really really hate you!" she said and started running away.

I want to run after her but I thought better. I guess compulsion didn't work on her. That's why she slapped me and stormed out crying. I remained standing there in the middle of the field.

I laughed at myself for being a failure. Have I grown weak for the past two years that my compulsion doesn't work anymore?

I really want us to be the way we were before. But that was not how it was supposed to be.

I maybe not make her feel happy just like before, but I'll always be here to protect her. She's important to me. She owns my soul. She's bound to me. And I, to her.

And no matter what happens, I'll do everything in my power to protect her. Even if it means, taking the other half of my soul. Even if it will cause me my perish.

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Oh yeah! Kohell's POV! HAHAHAHAHA. For the first time! I just want you to know his side of the story. :) Besides, it's just one short update. No Kohell POVs in the future :P

And so Kohell and Heather shared a very precious memory. Hmm. Interesting. Let's see where it can take that.

Do you like Kohell's POV? Because I did!

For my question:

Do you think Kohell did the right thing for erasing Heather's memory of him? And why?

Best answer earns a dedication. ;))

Love and tangy nachos,

Chachi