Lilia’s Retribution

Chapter4

CHAPTER 4

Tobias

I could hear her pulse beating ever so slightly. The gentle rush of blood as they run through her veins appeal to me for just a little taste.

Maybe I can. Maybe I can just have a little taste. But then she will know what I am. The truth I've tried so hard to protect her from is on the brink of bursting through its confinement. She will know exactly what I am. A monster. One whose bloodlust is without control. One who longs to coat its tongue with the metallic taste of her blood.

The want is strong. The fact that we are alone isn't helping. I motion towards door.

“Tobias?” Her soft voice calls ever so gently. Concerned laced within every syllable. “What's wrong?”

I turn my face to her. Her dark hair falls in soft curls to her shoulder. Her grey eyes with just the right amount blue glass floats within the depths of her worry. Her thin lips slightly parted as her heart beats forcefully against its cage. Her intuition is something to marvel about. She knows something is wrong.

I feel my humanity slowly giving into the lust. The beast fighting for release. It's a complete battleground inside my head. One I am slowly losing.

“Sarah, it's nothing.” I try to ease her worry as I place a forced smile upon my lips. “I just want to get fresh air.”

She walks towards and stands directly in front of me. She cups my cheek with her warm, tender fingers and I instinctively close my eyes to bask in the feel of her touch. But that's not helping.

“Sure?”

“Yes love,” I reply giving her another smile.

I turn my back to her and I place my hand on the door knob and that's the last thing I do before I am shoved to the back of my mind as the ravaging, unrelenting, blood thirsty demon takes over.

I feel myself turn to face Sarah. My demeanor more intimidating and deadly. I can feel my eyes darkening. I can sense the fear oozing out of Sarah, like steaming coming from boiling water.

“Tobias?”

I try to regain control but I am completely weak. It is one of the effects of being half-blood.

I feel my canines elongate. I feel myself deriving pleasure from her terror. Her feet are planted on the spot she stands on in shock. As her eyes swim in its own tears.

I make my way to her and pull her forcefully towards me. She doesn't scream. She is still in shock. I can sense it. My canines burrows into her neck and then she makes a deafening scream.

My eyes spring open and I realise my silver silk sheets are dripping of my sweat. My heavily beating heart stables. How I wish that was just a dream. Or some twisted form illusion conjured up by a psychotic witch. But it is not. I actually killed her. I actually drained all of her blood. I killed Sarah.

I get up from my bed, the linoleum floors send chills to my feet as my sweat runs down my bare chest.

I make it to my balcony. Eerie silence brings some kind of solace to my guilt ridden soul. If only I can be as peaceful as the night. If only I wasn't this cursed. If only I fought a little harder or suppressed my lust a little more, for just ten more seconds. Maybe if I told her the truth behind my conservative nature. Maybe we could have worked something out. Maybe the last memory she had of me wouldn't have been me boring my canines into her neck. Maybe she would still be here in my arms.

Being half blood is aberration of nature. Vampires and humans were not suppose to mate. Now I have to deal with the consequences of passion and lust.

My mother is a pure breed vampire and my father was a human. My mother was venturing into the human world, exploring their cultures and marvelling at how simple yet somewhat complex their lives are.

She came across my father, a man with obsidian black hair and honey coloured eyes under the peaceful orange bliss of sunset in one of the beautiful shores of Cape Town, South Africa.

She said she was immediately awestruck by his beauty. “He looked like a god,” she said to me a thousand times.

All vampires are meant to stay clear of the human world. As simple as they are, their curiosity was a different story. An entire species which is fueled by the thirst for knowledge.

My mother refused to heed to the warnings and mated with him. “He was so gentle” she said. “I wanted to let go and open up to him,” She said.

Her secret meetings with my father went on for five years until my mother discovered she was pregnant. Scared and confused, my mother broke every ties with my father. But he being stubborn and fueled by love, pressured her and she broke.

She told him everything. Our interactions with humans is extremely low, only a few know. A very important few.

The clan found out and killed my father to protect themselves. My mother filled with pain, ran away and took solace in a shelter of a witch.

My growth was rapid. I drained her of her power and nearly killed her. I was born three months after conception.

My power was raw and uncontrollable. The slight flicker of emotion had me thrown at the back of my mind and hurting people. I learned to control it but my bloodlust was something different. It is more powerful than any vampire roaming the earth. The blood of rodents and large animals couldn't satisfy it. And so I thought the only way was to suppress it. I was wrong.

Half bloods are so powerful because they are born from two completely different species. A werewolf and a witch, a witch and a vampire, a vampire and a human. Half bloods are extremely powerful and often dangerous because of the imbalance of their make. Two completely different species coming together leads to a being that is constantly in a fight for dominance between the sides. The moment the stronger side wins all hell breaks loose and havoc becomes the new law.

Sarah, a human, a beauty. She was breath taking. Her eyes were so bright and filled with life. She also had the biggest of hearts. I knew getting close to her was dangerous but I guess when we fall in love, all rules set to protect you seem completely absurd.

Her sweet voice broke my walls and her scent fumed my brain, blocking my ability to think.

I didn't mate with her even though every part of begged to explore the warmth of her core, I didn't. For some reason, it felt wrong.

My beast took control and drained her. I could feel her satisfying my taste and I enjoyed it. I felt rejuvenated and then I dismembered her.

I lost control.

And I killed the woman I love. She was my first kill.

Guilty, I came to Rayla, the witch and she locked my beast away and gave me a blood red coloured pendant to keep it that way. I still have the powers of a normal vampire but I can't transform and I don't need blood to survive. I am basically a human with heightened senses, speed and strength.

Locking away my beast did next nothing for my guilty heart. So I turned to drinking. Drowning my sorrows with liquor, feeling miserable until Lilia.

I met her in the dense forset between the coven and the werewolf territory. She was weak and totally covered in scorch marks, she fell unconscious the moment I took her in my arms. I took her home and cleaned her wounds and the moment she opened her eyes and her gaze met mine, I noticed the hurt she felt and the anger, I didn't know what exactly happened at that moment but I vowed to help her.

Each time I look into her eyes, I see someone who is broken. Someone who is shaped by the cruelty of this world. I see a strong, surviving woman.

The years passed by and I saw her grow and become stronger.

I look into the moon as it hangs in the abyss giving its gently glow to the darkened sky, “Lilia, I vow to help you bring those bastards down. Although you may never know this, you are more than just a friend to me. You are my redemption.”