Fortier: Blood and Moon

Intrusion

I stormed out of the house in a hurry. I didn’t stop to see my brothers or mother, but I was sure that she would keep Petra safe for as long as she could, and that would be enough for her to get on her feet and walk back home herself. If my father kills her, then he would turn the entire Vampire race against him. My father was a lot of things, but stupidity did not befit him.

Then again, do I even care what happens? Why it is important if Petra lives or dies, that is irrelevant to me. Why should I care about the affairs of a world I have long forgotten? Or as my father puts it, “The world can go f**k itself.”

I try to go as far away as possible, but something stops me . . . I don’t understand why, or what is it that I’m feeling currently, but this eerie feeling is not letting go of me. When I take a look back towards my home, I can’t help but feel that something is about to happen.

It seemed quiet, too quiet. But you know what, I’m going away. Upwards, to the surface. At least there, I don’t hear these pitiful and resentful s**t that comes out of my father. What was I thinking, anyway? I wanted to believe that he would change, but alas, I stand corrected.

The air feels fresh. As a playful wind gently touches my face when I opened the vault leading to the world of men, I raised both of my hands in unison just to feel the sensation of being truly free. Humans always take that freedom for granted, I found.

But something washed over me, and brings me back to reality. I have only been escaping from my problems, perhaps my father was right when he said that I am his son. His problems are mine as well, are they not? I couldn’t shake it off, no matter how I tried, and so the best next thing was to simply drift away and sleep.

I looked above, and saw a big mountain that was touching the clouds. A perfect place for a Vampire to sleep, I thought, and so I jumped. But it took me more than one jump to reach the peak. This was how tall the mountain truly was.

Once I was I reached the peak, I took a look down and that would’ve been enough to send shivers down my spine, and draw me in to fall into my death . . . if I was a human. It was a glorious sight, no doubt, but one which I found a bit too mystical.

I laid down on my back, and gazed into the stars glimpsing into the light that they shine back to us all. It is said that the stars we see are just a glimpse of what they used to be, that in reality they are already gone.

What a sad reality; it’s like everything I stare at reminds me of my talk with my father. He wasn’t always like this, you know . . . he was called “Jonathan the Wise” before the Witch Trials. Vampires from across the lands would come seeking his advice.

Lovely times . . . . But whatever, I closed my eyes trying to force the ideas shut. How else could I escape the calamity that was about to ensue early morning? Would that sleep stop the sensation I am feeling that somehow, this is all linked back to me?

I slowly drift away in that other dimension that all creatures fall to when their souls part from their bodies temporarily, but I was never one to have any sort of nightmares. I led a good life, you see; I could sleep with a clear conscious and for someone like me, that means a lot.

In that valley of dreams, hours feel like mere minutes, and it wasn’t long before I was at ease. For therein lied a sort of peace that you could never get in the real world. But that peace was soon broken.

My eyes opened to the sound of weary footsteps. It was more dark then I remember it to be. How long did I just sleep? It couldn’t have been that long . . . but those footsteps, I recognized them clearly as Vampires seeking refuge away from the underground. They were male and female. Probably a couple looking to stay the night together. But what do I care?

I began to hear their whispers. How annoying is it to be disturbed by these trivial matters?

“Just what is going on in the Zeidans?” the female asked.

“Who knows . . . . They are saying that they are under attack by someone, and at this time! My money is on the Bertrams, those two have always wanted to kill each other anyways.” His friend responded.

What did I just hear? An attack on the Zeidans? That would be damn near suicide but then again, that Vampire spoke the truth; deep down, I knew it was them. If they were as hopeless as they sounded then it makes sense to attack with the element of surprise on their side.

But something felt odd, how did they know that my father planned the attack at early morning? The timing was too convenient. The first thought that crossed my mind was Petra. Was she simply luring me to a trap? Was me bringing her home part of their strategy somehow? Could the Bertrams really have foreseen this all and planned this much ahead?

But then I think, what if my father actually killed Petra and sent her head as a warning to the Bertrams? That sounds like something he would do. I didn't know, but I didn't care . . . or did I? Why am I even thinking about it? It's not that I feel guilty or anything, I didn'’t go there trying to set all of this in motion. I’m being paranoid.

Oh well, it doesn't really matter now anyways does it? Let's see if I can go back to sleep. I can probably do it if I close my eyes long enough and pretend these two morons aren't whispering into each other's ears.

I took a sigh. It was obvious that my attempts to fall back asleep would be futile, so what's the next best thing? Since I am apparently not in the mood to rip their throats out just so I can be left in peace, I decide to just go see for myself. I don't know what interests me to do that, but the urge was there, and I couldn't resist . . . I'm going back home.