Vampiric

The Accident

The sound of broken glass and smashing metal against metal lingers in the air waves around me, everything moving in slow motion. Screeching tires, the scent of burning rubber. My muscles tensing up, tearing and puncturing fragments flying through the air, finding their way to embed themselves into my flesh. Whiplash from a sudden impact, my seatbelt feeling like a noose around my neck. The taste of my own blood in my mouth. Sounds of muffled screaming, my ears ringing, feeling like they’re full of liquid, like I’m under water. Metal scraping against the road, sparks provide secondary blinging light, able to see glimpses of chaos illuminate all around me. The car is rolling, we’ve gone over about four times now. Smash, five, but this smash sounds softer, like we’ve left the asphalt and are now in a grassy patch on the side of the road. Smash, six, but the momentum is slowing down now that we’re in the dense dirt. Smash, seven, Motion stops, disoriented from the impact. We’re not moving anymore but I hear the sound of metal being torn away from the car. Mia screaming, but my body is not responding, her screams fading away, like she’s getting further away from me but I can still hear her. A strong odor consumes my nose, alerting the cells in my nasal passage as the receptor neurons recognize the scent of gasoline. So powerful my eyes sting from the harsh scent. My flesh feels raw, throbbing, sharp pain emanating from my side. Feeling like hundreds of needles are stuck in different parts of my body. I’m so sore, feeling wetness everywhere. As the haziness starts to subside and clear my train of thought, I realize the wetness is blood. I feel my side with my hand and I’m surprised to feel my body has been almost ripped in half. Blood pouring out of me, my useless organs still in place, but exposed. My skin torn in a triangular shaped gaping injury, almost looking like the mouth of a Pac-Man. We’ve been in a major car accident. We must have been going 90-100 miles per hour on an empty, desolate highway, what the f**k happened?! This is a f*****g nightmare! I remember vague flash backs of headlights as they shined bright right before the moment of impact. Like someone was laying in wait for us, facing the wrong way on the road. Completely camouflage in the darkness, invisible without the lights until they wanted to make their presence known. Until now, my words refused to formulate into something legible, I’ve just been making noises of pain, anguish and fear. Finally I’m able to successfully say “Mia?” After I fought so hard to get that out, I’m slightly aggravated that I don’t get a response. “Lamia!” I let out a stern yell that time. Nothing calls back to me. Honing in, I try to feel her, to find where she is. Fear, pain and panic is the only thing I can feel from her, but is faint, which means she isn’t close. I panic, adrenaline, fear, my survival instincts kick into overdrive. My eyes wide open now. Everything looks strange, blood feeling like it’s rushing to my head. I’m hanging upside down in the car, being held in place by my noose seat belt. Feeling waves of desperation from Mia, I fight to release myself. I look to her passenger seat to confirm my worse fear, she isn’t there. Using my sharp nails to tear the fabric away from me. My head crunches on the roof of the car, my body collapsing on itself. Feeling vibrations of stealthy footsteps and hearing muffled, whispering voices outside my overturned car. The smell of gas returns, growing even stronger than before. Sounds of liquid being splashed sporadically. My body lets out a growl. My feet against the roof of the car, in a crouching position, my legs forcefully jump. My body ripping through the metal mechanics of the car. Ejecting out of the vehicle, exploding with anger. My line of sight detects three rogues tossing gasoline at the crash site, trying to dispose of the evidence by setting me on fire. Instantly, I’m lunging through the air, my adrenaline making it possible for me to be unaffected by the injuries I’ve sustained. My hands landing on either side of the first rogues head, my nails digging into the flesh and tanking upwards, tearing his head from his body. The decapitated body drops behind me as I land on my feet, severed head in my hands. Rumbling growls vibrating the air, shaking the earth beneath me. The other two rogues attack, but they meet a similar fate. I use their momentum against them to place my hands on their heads and their faces together. Both heads exploding like watermelons, blood and brains raining down. My vision turns red as the sounds of screeching of tires against the road hits my ear drums. Mia screaming and begging for me to help her as the car speeds away. A primal, almost subhuman scream erupts from my body, “LAMIAA!” 

My body sprints as fast as I could possibly go to run after the car, but even with my inhuman speed, I couldn’t catch up. I’m badly injured. Otherwise, not only would I have caught the rogue kidnappers, I would have ripped that car apart with my bare hands, destroying everything inside except my dear Mia. Viking surging through my veins. Without Lamia, I lose my grip on reality and revert back to a savagery. Left with no choice, I need help, now. Emitting a vibration only makers can feel. The vibration is only done when in extreme circumstances, like this one. When makers feel the vibration, they can find their prodigies anywhere in the world. It’s a desperate cry for help, which of course I haven’t taught this survival tactic to Mia yet. f**k! 

Asura rushes to my aid, it feels like he arrives within minutes. Just in time too, because the sun is due to come any minute now. Asura sees me and the evidence of the crash, but no Mia. His face changes, he knows this is a dire situation. My life partner has been kidnapped by rogues and I’m torn apart, bloody from the crash. Asura scoops me up and cradles me like a big baby. Once I feel his warm, caring embrace, I fall apart. Sobbing my vampire tears, missing my girl, wailing and feeling the pain pouring out of me, feeling like I’m dying inside without her. He carries me to his limousine, where his servant, Nija has the door open for us. Asura gently lays me across the back seat, Nija quickly closing the door, then speeding us to my tomb. The limousine is blacked out, blocking out the sunlight, protecting our sensitive skin. As we reach my tomb, Nija flys out of the car, racing alert Leah and Brian to help move us without being exposed to the sun. Leah, Brian and Nija quickly put together a tent-like tunnel made of black tarp, extending from the car door to the front door. Once the tunnel is constructed and inspected to ensure no sunlight will come in contact with us, Asura carry’s me, again in his arms, still crying, my mental state in shambles. We rush down the stairs. Our tomb feels empty without her. What is all of this luxury for, if not for her? Leah running down the stairs, rushing to my aid. Most of my wounds have stopped bleed and started to heal already. Asura requests Brian to gather two meals for me. One for now to heal and one for the next night. Brian jumps at the request, frantically venturing to hunt. Leah wipes the blood clean from my body to assess the damage from the crash. I’m pretty banged up, but my body continues to heal. Pieces of glass and fragments of metal pushing out of my skin. The enormous gash in my side still bleeding profusely. If I were human, I would have surely bled to death by now. “That looks really bad, Damien, even for a Vampire. This is one of the worst injuries I’ve ever seen.” Leah speaks softly but from a place of worry and concern. She brushes her soft skin against my face, to ensure me that I’ll be okay. Her touch relaxes me slightly, but she isn’t my Mia. I need her back. Brian bursts in room with a quick meal for me. “I wasn’t able to feed him, Asura, but I found this note taped to the front door when I returned from my hunt.” Brian hands me the note, as he offloads the human draped over his shoulders. I’m the weakest point I’ve ever felt in the afterlife, I can’t even read the note. My eyes won’t focus, the letters are blurry and from what I can see, looks like gibberish. I desperately need to feed. Asura injects the human with his venom and pulls the neck close to my mouth. Latching on, I devour my meal, draining every drop trying to utilize every molecule and cell this human has to offer to heal myself. I know it’s time to, but Im not stopping. Trying, but I have no control, my fangs refusing to unlatch, I can’t stop. Asura growls, powerfully “Damien, I command you to stop!” Weak embers burn from my beneath my skin, unable to handle anymore pain, I instantly drop the remains. So weak, the embers actually had an effect on me. Asura rubs his hand on my head, forcing me to relax to allow my body regenerate itself. His soft voice speaks “My son, my beautiful, powerful son. You need to rest, please calm down. You were in a horrible accident, I felt you slipping away. We almost lost you.” Asura chokes himself up with these words, tiny droplets of blood filling his eyes, spilling over and trickling down his cheeks. “We will get Lamia back my son, I promise you. We can read the note when you wake from your slumber. We’ll start our search party as soon as the sun sets.” He’s making sense, I can’t argue with that. I’d be easily ripped apart by even the weakest of rogues right now. Besides, with the sun shining, walking outside to attempt to do anything to find Mia would instantly start to melt my skin. Breaking down as I walk, but the sun put vampires in a trance. Once the sun touches our skin, even though it’s killing us, we can hide away from it. The trance makes vampires act like small children playing in a sprinkler on a hot summer day. Dancing around wildly, skin melting and falling from our bones. Looking like melting ice cream, frolicking in the sun until we’re reduced to nothing but bones. Finally, once the skeleton frame has no skin remaining, the bones ignite and burn until they are nothing but ash. Reluctantly, I agree with Asura. My eyes feeling so heavy, like they are supporting the entire universe. As soon as my reluctant eyes close I’m instantaneously welcomed by a deep sleep.

The sun sets and night consumes our part of the world. Asura standing over me, I’m under his close observation. Feeling a presence, I slowly open my eyes. My brain tricking me, excitedly hoping that the presence is Mia! That last night was really just a nightmare and she is here with me! When my eyes focus on Asura, my hopes are quickly crushed. Last night did really happen and that bad dream was my f*****g reality. A meal is ready and prepared for me, which I guess makes me kind of happy. As I sit up in bed, I’m still sore all over but I feel my side, it’s almost completely healed. With determination setting in, I savagely attack and ravage my meal. Feeling the healing properties ignite beneath my skin, rushing like cold water to my wound as the cells rapidly repair themselves. Trying to focus and get a grip on everything that has happened, I remember the note! Frantically, I search for it. Beneath the covers, under my pillow, patting the bed around me just incase it was somewhere on my bed. Soft, calm works break my desperate concentration. “Calm down Damien, I have it right here.” Asura speaks as he hands me the note. Impatiently ripping it from his hands and read :

“Lamia won’t last long. Step down as Primus and she’ll be returned to you. Refuse and she dies. You have two nightfalls. Tick tock, Damien.” 

My soul aching and sinks to my stomach. Groaning unapologetic sons of desperation and hopelessness. I miss my girl, I need her back. I’ve worked so hard to be the head Vampire but I’d gladly throw it all away for her. During my mental breakdown, Asura reads the note and places his hand on my shoulder. Turning to him, I see his gleaming green eyes against his dark brown skin. His emotions causing him to tremble in enragement, making me feel the same. The tears dry up as my vision turns red again. 

“Rogues will NOT take over the association I’ve helped build! No amount of pain will be f*****g fierce enough for the scum who is blackmailing you! I will destroy everything they ever loved right in front of them and their death will be the slowest, most excruciating f*****g torture that their ancestors will feel it! They will NOT keep our Lamia for long, Damien! I can guarantee you that!” watching him, I can almost see the cells within his brain firing connections to devise the perfect plot of revenge. I’ve never seen or felt Asura so enraged. His power has never needed to be displayed as harshly as it does now. Rogues? Kidnapping f*****g elder royalties? The scum of the vampire world trying to weasel their way into the association?! f**k that! f**k them! Impure mother fuckers! Asura and I would f*****g die before that happened! And I’d die before I let them dispose of my beautiful Lamia like some piece of trash! I will bring her home! Tonight, we go to war!