The Vampire's Vengeance

chapter 04

The Vampire who has just now teased Darcy and Xavier looks at the way they are leaving with hatred, anger, disgust and the mixed emotions that are showing his level of anger towards them. He has this urge to cut them both into pieces, to feel their flesh part under his blade, to hear the wet tear of muscle and sinew. He wants to feed their pieces to the hungry dogs and lions and watch the scavengers fight over the scraps of their arrogance. But that would be too short of a punishment for them. That would mean he showing mercy on those disgusting killers and he don't want to show an ounce of mercy on those little creatures. He wants to show hell to them before he finally kills them. He wants to show them the same pain that they have soo psychotically without any mercy. He smirks as whatever he is going to do with them runs in his mind. He will peel the skin from their bodies slowly, layer by layer, while they are forced to watch. He will break every bone in their bodies, one by one, and set them just so they heal, only to break them again. He will make them beg for the death he will withhold for an eternity. The smirk on his face is not one of amusement, but of a craftsman contemplating his masterpiece of suffering.

The Vampire, wanting to feel more like a human, walks on the road slowly. The asphalt is still warm from the day's sun, a faint, dying heat that he can feel through the soles of his expensive shoes. He smiles, a bitter, broken thing, as he remembers how beautiful his Life was until he turned into a blood sucking monster because of a devil named Darcy. He remembers the sun on his face, the taste of food, the simple joy of a deep breath that wasn't laced with the scent of his own decay. The innocence of his has left his heart because of the brutal impact on his heart and his body but then he is missing that innocence in him. He is missing the feeling of being just a human being with no supernatural powers, no constant, gnawing hunger in the pit of his soul. If given a chance then he would go back to him being a human but then that is not at all possible. He is walking on the road when he feels a fresh human fruity fragrance hit his nose. It's a scent that cuts through the perpetual foulness of the world, a scent of life and warmth. He sees a beautiful human with caramel skin, brunette hair and beautiful big emerald green eyes caressing a small puppy with at most care and love. She has long beautiful hair that are in waves. The hair strands of hers are caressing her beautiful face which she is shaking away with a shake of her head, everytime it comes on her face. But then he didn't fail to notice the bruises on her lips and her cheeks. They are not old, but fresh, violent blossoms of purple and yellow against her skin. And then there is also an unpleasant scent mixing with the scent that she has applied and that unpleasant smell of hers is making him furious. It's the scent of another, of a male's rage and ownership clinging to her like a shroud. He is feeling this urge to attack her, to tear apart the source of that foul stench, but then everytime he looks at her face, the bruised face with an innocent smile is not letting him attack her. He also noticed her hand bleeding but then he didn't feel that urge to suck that blood coming out of her wounded hand. The blood of the innocent is bland, tasteless. It's the blood of the wicked, the blood of the powerful, the blood of the guilty that holds any flavor for him now. She is looking like someone with a lots of pain in her heart and body but then carries a beautiful smile on their face. He sees her gently dropping that cute little puppy on the road which doesn't leave but licks her feet. The beautiful girl looks at it with fear and sadness in her eyes. She sits on the road on her knees and carreses it's furry head. The puppy closes it's eyes. She places a kiss on it's head and says to it "I am sorry buddy. I want to take you with me there but then they will kill you just so that they can hurt me. I am myself trying to escape from that dirty place but then I know nothing about the outer human world. I am treated like s**t and I can't support anyone buddy. I can't support you. You have to search for a owner for yourself because if you stay with me then they will kill you. I am sorry buddy. I can't help you" The Vampire frowns hearing her. The words resonate in the hollow space where his heart used to be. Escape. She wants to escape. He knows that feeling. He knows it better than anyone. For the first time in a century, he feels something other than hatred and the thirst for revenge. He feels a flicker of something else. A purpose. He looks from the girl, with her broken body but unbroken spirit, back in the direction the wolves had gone. An idea, a truly wicked, delicious idea, begins to form in his mind. A new way to make them suffer. A way to use this fragile, beautiful human as a weapon.