Drop Of Blood In Humanity

The Dark Nightfall

Clairo walked upon the whispery and mystical dark spiritual woods at nightfall, the wind silenced her dark brown, wavy hair, her dark brown eyes glistened as she walked further along into the dark enchanted woods. She was almost at the end of the dark pathway in the woods when she saw something hiding behind a tree, she couldn’t quite catch who or what it was or where on earth it came from. As this very woods, was hers; it was her own territory and nobody was allowed inside, those who did ended up dead upon the floor. So, mortals and supernatural beings made sure to clear out and to not enter for they knew that it wouldn’t bring them any good. That was when the thing came out of hiding from the tree, it wasn’t a ‘thing’ at all, on the contrary it was a he. He looked straight up at Clairo.

‘Thought I would find you here’ he said with a friendly smile that felt like it would have lightened the whole place up.  

‘Who the hell are you? What are you doing in my woods, this is my territory and if you don't want to have your guts ripped out then I would advise you to leave’? She said with a strong tone in her voice, feeling the anger getting closer and closer to her throat.                                                                            

 ‘My name is Branch Arrow, and I’m the leader of my pack. I’m a werewolf and I don’t know if you remember me, well me, probably not, but my great grandfather is the one that you will be unlikely to forget'' He said with the hint of the devilish look in his eye. 

 She looked at him feeling appalled by his behavior, wishing that this teenage boy would just vanish.

‘A werewolf, of course you are. I killed half a dozen of your pack who tried to get in my way, I felt joy while murdering them. Their blood is in some ways euphoric.’ Clairo looked at him with the feeling of joy being lifted into her. Branch looked at her, pausing not knowing what to say for he was remotely shocked.   

 ‘Yes, I remember him, he and I were friends until he did what he did’ Clairo looked down at him reluctantly 

‘Still three hundred years later and you still hold a grudge for him, hating the life path that was chosen for you. Branch looked down at her then up at her again. ‘That’s why you changed and that’s why you have such a strong connection to blood and violence.’ Branch chucked, as if it was all a joke to him, not taking it seriously.         

 ‘I’m not having this conversation with you. You need to leave like right now. I have no time for foolish people like you’.

'And just to be clear your great great grandfather told me he did it out of love but that is not what love is, not that I even know what love is. But what he did was not out of good intentions but just out of pure selfishness, jealousy and evil.' She said turning around, scoffed and started to walk away from him, towards the front of the pathway in the woods.

 Branch jumped and stood right in front of her so that she couldn’t walk away from him.

‘Word on the street is that you have gone mad, insane, bringing chaos with you wherever you go. That you have a thirst for blood, for violence. You hurt and murder anyone who happens to pass by you.             Branch faked and laughed a little. Brach looked upwards at her, as Clairo heard it she turned and looked directly at him.

 ‘Word does get around doesn't it. The myth, the legend of Clairo Aldaine.' She laughed arrogantly.

'I mean you’ve just gone totally mental and mad haven’t you my dear?’ Branch picked up a twig and put it in his mouth.        

 'So, what if I have gone mad, what if I am broken. What in Satan’s name does it have to do with you?’ Clairo cracked her knuckles, whilst looking directly at him, as if she was intimidating him. Looking through this young boy who had a un devilish like appearance, an innocent and unpierced soul.

Branch had a disgusted look on his face as he looked straight at her. ‘Oh Clairo, it has absolutely everything to do with me. He said with a smile that almost turned into a laughter.                        

 ‘You see, ancient witches who are filled with magic and evil are coming to this town because they want to get rid of all supernatural beings that they think are unnatural, not born by the soil on earth, not born by nature. Supernaturals that they believe are an abomination to nature itself.’ Branch said and for once was being serious, giving a concerning look towards Clairo.

Clairo didn’t know what to believe on one side she wanted to believe him but on the other she didn’t know if he could be trusted, she has trust issues and people in the past have always found a way to disappoint her. But she didn’t know what it was, but her brain was telling her to trust him, it had never happened to her before.

‘Look I don’t know if I can even trust you but if what you are saying is true and that the ancient witches are coming then we are in for war. We must be prepared for what is to come.' She said, as her mouth felt dry all of a sudden for this conversation was truly one she had never expected to have come across.  

Branch smiled upwards to Clairo. ‘I knew you would come around one- 

  ‘To be clear just because I’m helping you does not mean I trust you. Branch do not give me a reason to mistrust you or it will be the ultimate end of you.’ Clairo chuckled a little as she slowly walked away, outwards the dark woods.

‘Don't you worry, Clairo Aldaine , i will earn your trust soon. there’s more to life than eternal life.’ He said in a voice that silenced, calling onto the spirits.  

As she walked outwards the dark woods, Branch thought to himself for a second. He was terrified for what was to come but most importantly he needed to gain her trust for everybody in his family for centuries could not gain her trust or make her see sense of the good things in life. She was still a blood sucking vampire, having no remorse for anything. Branch only wishes to fulfill the only thing that nobody in his family was able to do and that was to make a vampire become more mortal, to show a vampire that there is more to life than blood and murder. To show a vampire the real purpose of life- to show her, her true humanity.

It was still nightfall and Branch was getting pretty exhausted, he walked further and further until he was out of the pathway in the woods. He could see no sunlight but he was a smart Werewolf teenage boy and even through the dark he knew his way home after all he is the Alpha of his pack. He leads his fellow Werewolves. On days like this he wishes he could be there right now with his pack but he had sent them to go into hiding, approximately four days ago. He can’t lose any more of his pack, as Clairo had killed off half of his and he didn’t want his pack to see him working alongside the vampire that killed most of the packs beloved friends. That was also a reason why he sent them into hiding, afraid that they might mistrust him if they knew what his real intentions were. Branch's real intention was not to force the pack to go into hiding for their protection. It was so that it would give him some alone time so that he could gain Clairo's trust.

Branch was almost home, heading towards his house, almost began to unlock the door when he heard a loud bang that sounded like it came from the tree, near the woods next to his house. He turned back and looked up at the tree when he saw Clairo, sucking onto the mortal flesh.Her fangs biting down aggressively onto the fresh skin as the blood came dripping down her face, it was euphoric. Clairo wasn't gentle about it either, she did not stop until she had drained all the blood out of the mortals body. It came to no surprise, to him. He knew who she was, he had heard stories about the murderous vampire as a kid; it used to petrify him but just seeing her murder the flesh of the innocent mortal, it became more unsettling.                           He didn’t feel shocked on the contrary he felt more of the feeling of disgust rather than the feeling of consternation.

Usually when he saw vampires like this, he would find a way to stop them from sucking on the blood of the innocents, in this case he didn’t, he waited until she was done. For he knew it wouldn’t do him or her any good. Stopping a impulsive addictive some what three hundred year old vampire would not be the right route to take. A different approach about this situation would have sufficed much better.

 He needed to have a serious conversation with her about boundaries and limits.