My Sethadien

Chapter 2

Sethadien

I remember my first time when I was made by him. Him I will not name. It feels like you're drowning, drowning in your guilt, and just before you take a breather, you drown more. There is no hope. No saving what has already happened to me, no saving what has been lost, not knowing now, but knowing then, could have changed everything. But it's too late...

You are drowning, with unlimited water filling your lungs, burning your chest, suffocating you, pushing you further and further down.

It is almost like a game, you run for hours and hours on end, hiding, surviving, and just before you think you are free, it happens again, and you drown.

I cannot stop it! It is like lava rising in my chest, burning me on the inside out, just to have another taste, another killing, and when I want to turn it off. Again, and again, I drowned.

I never wanted this, the feeling of the liquid flowing into my mouth and down my cold stone neck, sickens me. At first, it was like iron, a disgusting heroine. But then everything became black, the feeling of lust overgrew on me and the hunger strengthened, I strengthened, I became a creature of beauty, a creature of darkness.

Everything is overpowering, everything heightened. And then that's when I realized, when I saw my reflection, that's when I drowned, I was a beauty, but a monster, a deadly creature.

The blood then wouldn't stop! I have seen it everywhere I have seen it. I can taste it now, it feels like exploding stars, butterflies, electric sparks going through your body, every dead vein in your body, and bringing you back to life.

But that is the problem, isn't it? He said to me, 'If you get a taste of what is to come, you will never go back! Die or feed? You get to choose, but this will be your last chance to live again'. And I don't think I can. I need help! Please, someone help! Because I'm drowning, drowning in the darkness, in my killings, in my guilt, I'm drowning in my humanity.

And there is no going back! ...

It all began in 1645, and it was pitch black almost, too dark to see. She was alone, a fine gentleman walked by just a couple of minutes ago and took a glance at her, but decided not to stop. Her purple, white, and black ball gown, tightened on her body, showing her curvy figure, and her golden blond curls bounced off her pearl shoulders.

Her big emerald eyes flicker as she holds her candle up high, the bright full moon guides her through the village.

She was leaving a party, a ball. Sir William invited her, and she was magnificent, and she still is. She went to the richest houses in the village.

Until that night, when walking home. Someone attacked her, I remember. She dropped to the ground, smashing the candle onto the stones, snuffing out the only light she had.

Bruising her delicate knees, she sulked in pain. "Hello, Sir? Anyone?" She cried.

Then. Then she saw it. I saw it. I can see it now. I cannot go and help her. This is her destiny. I show my face now, and the shell screams more. She and everyone in this village will call a demon, a monster, a vampire, the creature of the night. I finally came to her need. But I am too late. Her blood was so fresh, so sweet. One scent of her honey blood hit my nose and flared my blue eyes to blood-red.

Her fingers reached for my feet, almost pulling my trousers. My lips twitched into a smirk. So small. Too delicate. I watched as she tried to lift her head off the floor to look at me. I'm so close. Too close to her now. I can see her face. I could see it before, but now I can feel the heat coming off her, and it is beautiful. She's so beautiful. I reached for her face. She flinched as I touched her burning cheeks. And struggles to push me away.

"I have been looking everywhere for you." Her eyes close and before her whole body crashes to the ground. I pulled her body up and held her close to my chest. Guiding my arms under her legs and held her tight. Her soft cheek now touches mine. I've waited so long for this touch. "Finally." "Hello, Scarlet."