The hunts man

CHAPTER ONE

“dear Elizabeth gritin. It’s been over a 100years already and I still haven’t found the zeal to move on, the vacuum inside gets wider each day, never filling up, never adding up, with the elders putting foot soldiers out there the quarter has become safer, rumors have journey through and more vampires pour in each day, maybe one day he will too, every night I write to you, I feel this urgency, this need to keep finding the right words….” 

The blinking cursor challenged Michael’s need to continue, often times he gets stuck with words on what to write to dear Elizabeth and these was one of those nights, he gets up and strode to the window , it was a calm night with the stars dominating the sky, Michael leaning against the gigantic window plays with his green crystal day light ring lodge in between his index finger, eyes fixed on the stars. Letting in a deep breath Michael stares back at the laptop on the single bed in the cold room, this wasn’t Michael first choice for an hotel when he got into town that morning but he had, had a quick change when he spotted queen karena’s intern coming out from a room, somewhere in philidaphia their paths had crossed and Michael had , had an ear full of why she feels the world will be better with a new government, maybe someone like queen karena, poor thing Michael had thought, not knowing she was just another blood bag lying in wait for karena, but that wasn’t his problem at least not tonight. 

Michael walks to the old fridge which has no power and pulled it opened, as expected it was empty, but Michael was fine with that, at least he had a night of peace and that was the luxury he doesn’t get on a daily, giving up on finding a drink, or anything in this poor furnished hotel room, Michael lays down the bed cringe under his weight, hands folded under his head as he gaze at the celin board Michael align his thoughts with sound of disturbing mental clinging together, probably coming from a factory couple of miles away, Michael search hard for other soothing sounds but finding non appealing he folds to his side staring at the laptop which had gone off. 

“Mikael”

Michael will know that French accent anywhere, he turns and right there by the window were the moon light drift into the little room, was Elizabeth standing in one of those gowns from the 1990s common among the british women, Michael for some reason knew what next will happen as he sits up, this same dream he had, had for 100years never changing, never ending differently.

“Elizabeth” 

Smiling, she puts her hands out to him, getting up Michael walks to her but not taking her hands.

“my little vampire boy , I have missed you” she takes an inch closer and runs her hands on his cheek, Michael closing his eyes savor the feel.

“come back” Michael with all the emotion he could muster pleads as he open his eyes and she was gone.

“grin, grin” the sound of the ringing phone pulls a tossing Michael out of his sleep, he sits up quickly cover in sweat as he snatch his phone off the shelf. 

“yes hello”

“where are you?”

Michael didn’t need a charmer to tell him who the cold baritone voice belonged to, it was the head of the French quarter, Romanus Aquillas 6th cousin to Elder Simeone only female elder still In existence.

“in town” Michael responded getting out of bed. There is a pause from romanus end and Michael knew what was coming next an order followed by a warning and he wasn’t wrong

“you come into town Michael and you register like everyone else, we have to be accountable you know? I believe this won’t happen again as we obey order here, see you tomorrow” 

The call line cuts and Michael playing with his day light ring again gets out of bed and stretching a bit he dials a number and waits patiently as it rings not getting a responds Michael toss the phone aside and walks to the bathroom. 

Under the showers, the hot water runs down Michael tan slender body, his head bow as he conjures images of Elizabeth in his subconscious, her long hair slapping against her back as she smiles and spins around giggling happily, Michael hate he had to love her still, it’s been a long time but maybe for a vampire 100 years was just a day or two for what’s a 100 years against eternity. 

He turned off the running shower and gets out, still dripping wet Michael strode out , on his chest we see a tattoo of Elizabeth face , robbing his hand on it we could see emotions plying up.

The streets are quiet aside few drunk party lovers staggering off, up on the street of new Orleans town clock tower we see Michael mounting it as he watch the big city, the famous witch town known for her love for jazz and musical, her traditions and culture on these same street he had met his eternal love Elizabeth gritin, a witch who had devoted her life to service, hating his kind and yet in love with him, there were days Michael had doubted her love for him, days he didn’t know which way to go but for her he knew one thing he will turn the world around just to give her life and when the black plague had come she had chosen her devotion to life with him, a part of Michael which he had been there maybe he would have understood her choice , maybe he wouldn’t be left with so much questions and bitterness. 

A happy laughter fluttered into michael’s ears, he turns towards the direction and sees two blonds probably coming from the jazz club down town, hand in hand they had staggered off and Michael found himself wondering if the world was really happy , if being human bring so much peace for he barely remembered how it felt being one but before he could decide on his humanity feel he spots something utterly strange growling in the dark corners of the street across ,making Michael alert as he descends down in speed of light.

Heading carefully for the dark corners he pulls out his phone torch lighting up the place and the only thing he gets confronted with his the torn apart body of a child, Michael groan with mix emotions as he stares around suspiciously.