White Devil

Resurrection of the Butterfly-2

“What took them so long?” the boy groans after minutes pass by, but I can hear their footsteps echoing closer already. The next minute the door opens again and the two carry another corpse in their hands. They place it against the wall at the other side of me, making sure that I will have the full view once the blood is drawn out from it, while the boy closes the door, a satisfied smirk plastered on his lips.

He stabs the dagger furiously into the corpse this time, all the while laughing like a sick maniac. “Give in, vampire,” he spats my calling as if the word is poison in his mouth. “I know you want too.” But then I do nothing, still unmoved, while he is covered in blood out of being too worked up on this activity. “Why aren’t you cracking?” he then screams out in defeat immaturely like the child he is.

After that, there is a long pause. The room is quite aside from the various beating of their living hearts. Until....

“Ryan, give me the dagger,” the leader orders. The boy gives his only weapon possession to the older man reluctantly, as if not willing to part with a lover or a part of his life. Adam grips the dagger in his hands tightly before he extends his arm and draws a straight line across it. The other gasp as blood starts dripping from his hand. They watch him cautiously as he watches me, but I move not even an inch. They all can only stare at me in disbelieve as the blood leaks to the floor in drops, seeping between another cracks.

“What is wrong with you? You are not affected by the human blood at all, even from the fresh one! I am starting to think that you might not be a vampire at all.”

“But Adam, you saw just how fast she moved at the border gate! No human would be able to move that fast. Not even Phantom can! You can’t actually believe that she is one of us! That is just such a sick idea,” Ryan interjects.

“I am not saying that she is one of us. Perhaps she is not a vampire, but another species of creature.”

“You can guest all the way you want, but I don’t care what kind of monster she is. She has injured so many of us. I refuse to go easy on her. Let’s try another method instead.”

As the two humans continue to argue, my chuckle stops them. I spare them a smile that shows just how pathetic they are when I can feel their glares on me. “To know your enemy is to know your victory. You obviously don’t know the first thing about me, yet you are hoping to accomplish something that is impossible to happen. Don’t expect me to bend on your blood, amaturé,” I stress the last word on purpose in Latin, which as I expect pisses them off even further.

The boy storms as far as the bars allow him to and hisses sanguinously at me. “Don’t forget your place, vampire. The one who is the prisoner here is you, so you better shut up─”

“Or you will what? Cut me, stab me with your dagger?” I ask him. “Whatever you think you can do to me, they will not affect me more than how a thousand times less of what a needle feels like on me. So for your own good, don’t even waste your energy.”

Ryan shuts his mouth so tight that a pale thin line is formed. His bloodshot eyes becomes to red out of the anger that he is holding in. He knows that I am right ─ he must. If else, then why is he looking like he is now? No one can argue with the truth, after all.

Voices begin to rise again, but this time from outside. I see the pattern and the signs, and soon I learn that one of my knights is the culprit of the ruckus. To go this far must have mean that I am in their headquarter. How many humans are in here that have participated in the coup d’état? How far are the hunters involved in this? Simply listening to their remote conversations are really not helping me finding out.

“Vincent, go see what is going on outside,” Adam orders one of the muscled men. He walks out of the room only to come back with bad news.

“One of the prisoners is revolting. I think it is one of the vampires that came to stop us at the gate,” Vincent says between heavy pants after he rushes back in.

Their eyes all land on me instantly.

“Your dog, I presume?” Adam guests with a crocked eyebrow.

“Technically, he is a cat,” I correct with a sly smile, but of course these features of mine will not make me so vile in this expression. One of them growls and I can hear the sound of metals and gunshots echoing louder from the other side of the door, so earsplitting than even they can hear it. Oh, the horror mirroring. Then I add, “Not that I actually need help from escaping, if the case is what you are thinking.”

I worsen the tension by grabbing two set bars, my red nails and pale fingers wrapping around each one like an elegant gesture as if it is a porcelain cup that I am holding. Then, as if ripping a tissue into two, I push both of them apart at adverse directions until a space is left wide enough for me to step out for. My fingers lift my gown and my left heeled foot sets out. I do the same to my right foot and official finish my break out. Smiling adroitly at the humans, I gesture a simple courtesy at them.

Like a reflex, Ryan sprints to me, the shining tip rinsed so high in the dark. I watch as it slowly aims for my chest and I do not make any attempt to stop it. I allow it to pierce through my gown, him in hope that it might tear my heart open.

I can see it in his eyes, the way those midnight glint shows determination and how his lips curve into a satisfactory smirk. He wants me dead, more than anyone can bargain for. The titanium dagger planted on my chest is the proof of his desire, while the red blood that drips out at the following is the cause of his iniquity. They rain down from the opened gash to the cracked tiles, neither seeping in nor flowing. Yet there is no expression shown in my face, other than the wise-beyond-reach understandment and one title of the head. I blink and thus absorbing the blood that has been drawn out to sluice back to where it came from. The gap on my chest pulls itself close once all the blood has teem in again, wrapping around the edges of the metal and waiting for me to extract it. My fingers-painted-red enclose on the stem and unplug the dagger, my emotion so unshown that I look bored. Finally, I turn to the human boy, who is looking at me as if he wanted to cry and turn insane.

“When there is an intention, destruction follows its path. Sadly, that is not the case of me.” I put the dagger back in his hand, where it, just like the rest of his body, is frozen in shock.

“Impossible!” yells one of the muscled men that I do not know his name.”What kind of devil is this? She was not even influenced by the titanium! It was supposed to kill any vampire that touched it, yet she could even heal herself just now. This does not make any sense at all!” The man starts to back away in fear.

Narrowing my eyes, I spare them a look. “Tools are made to help its creator. Sometimes it becomes a success, other times just fulfill half of the purpose. Titanium comes with the later.”

Shaking constantly, the humans become more aware than before. First the fear grows stronger in their blood. The more vulnerable they feel, the stronger that feeling spreads. Like poison, fear tends to lead them to a certain reprobate end. Then eventually the brain will force them to think, when there is nothing else their mind can register after the shock.

“Y-y-you.... D-don’t t-tell me that you were-e....” Adam shutters failingly.

“Yes,” I voice out the same time when he manages to cough up, “The one who invented the titanium.”

All the humans have run to save their lives from the danger they thought will be bestowed upon them, leaving only the Ryan boy.

“Child, why are you here?” I ask him softly.

He points the tip of his dagger towards me as an instinct even though he knows that it will not affect me. His eyes are still widened in shock, yet unable to break away from me. “Don’t think that this change anything! I will not be grateful, nor will I run a coward like them! I hate vampires and I will continue to hate your kind for the rest of your life.”

“The rest of your life? It will be very long for human’s point of view, and you are still so young. Are you sure that is the path that you will choose? Spending your lifespan hating is less wonderful than in peace ─ you can take my words for that.” I extend my fingers to the dagger, lightly enough to not draw blood. He flinches by my gesture and tries to cause harm with the weapon. The pointy edge meets the tip of my finger rather sharply, by I remain unaffected. Slowly, I push the dagger down. “And that is not what I mean. Why is a human boy like you doing by taking a part in this rebellion? Won’t your parents be worried?”

Suddenly, those rigid eyes boiled with fury, as if my question just touched a sensitive subject. “They should have been, if they were not killed by your kind!” he spats with venom. “We are once a small happy family. I did not have the worry of what will come for the next days like do now. But then the vampire came knocking on our door and killed them brutally. That is why I hate your kind ─ you killed mindlessly, never caring for the fact that you take other people’s lives on the way. You just want blood and more blood, never satisfied with what you already have. I joined this movement because someone offered me a chance to change things, and I took it. Never for a minute there had I regretted doing this, and I certainly will not start now!” Tears are threatening to burst, but he holds it down as stubbornly as he can be.

My mother was ripped from my arms as well, so I can understand the need for revenge that is burning through his veins. I was once as determinate as he was. I felt so hateful that the world would not seem enough to fit all of my sentients. There was nothing else I would love to do than tearing the murders to shreds, even if I had to take the world apart in the progress.

“You must know, before your facts are too hammered to be changed, that not all vampires are killers. There is a reason why the rules we made.” I circle him towards the door, but he makes to move to stop me. Before I reach the door, I turn to look at him, opening my eyes for the first time since I came to this place. “One thing I can assure you, is that whoever did this to your parents is now rotten in place worst than hell itself.” Then I walk away.

*

Screeching and caterwaul hit the metal hallways in full force, sending waves through my ears in splitting level. I unplug most of my hearing ability to evade the cogency, leaving it slightly parted for caution. Darkness is loaming the warehouse. The humans do not seem to be able to find enough electricity to light the inside building. Walking through this place will be creepy for a little girl, but I am not little, and I am definitely not a girl.