Eclipsed by Blood

Eclipsed Heart

Lucian D'Aragon POV

Elias had a home far from the Crimson Court, where he came to hide away from the turbulence and stress of being a vampire. It was a secret hobby of his that only I knew about.

He liked to stay amid humans. It made him feel like a human, even though it was just for a while.

I dropped him on his bed; we were vampires we didn't need doctors like humans do. All Elias needed was a good rest, and he would heal from all the injuries I had inflicted on him.

I was ashamed of myself; I couldn't even look at his face; Elias' last words before closing his eyes were, "You will be fine."

Would I ever be fine? I had been living this monstrous life since I was a kid. Would I ever be safe from this?

Elias's room was on the highest floor of the building, so I climbed out the window sitting on the roof, reminiscing on what had just happened.

I was thinking about that scent in particular, that scent that had the power to increase and reduce my Hunger at the same time.

It was confusing and it made me wanna go mad.

That scent had to be dangerous for me. I wanted to be saved from this monstrous lifestyle, but I also didn't want to be anyone's slave or answer to anyone.

The way my hand froze when I was about to punch Elias and bite his neck was a bit baffling, though I was glad the scent came at that moment; I didn't know what I would have done if the only friend I had died in my hands.

Me killing my best friend.

It wasn't an impossible task if I felt the same way I felt earlier today.

As I pondered on the mysterious scent I remembered a prophecy about an eclipse heart that would either save or destroy me.

This prophecy had come during one of the usual killing sprees hundreds of years ago; you needed to see me then; I was much more brutal and monstrous than I am.

I guessed the death of my father took a toll on me.

Since the prophecy came hundreds of years ago It had never come to pass, so I stopped believing in it.

Yes, I believed in it; I didn't like the way I was killing people, and so I was ready to accept the prophecy: either I died, or I got saved. I wouldn't mind as long as I no longer posed a threat to humans, vampires and every other supernatural that existed.

That night up there on Elias's roof, I made up my mind that I would try to live among humans without killing them, but it was hard.

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I had been trying so hard to contain my Hunger, but it's been hard; Elias tried to help me, but the only progress we were able to make was me going out a few nights to feed on a few mortals, maybe one, two or highest three, and then I am done for the day.

At least Elias understood; in his words, "You can't stop a habit of hundreds of years in just one day; you have to start from somewhere."

And that was me starting from somewhere.

I went out as usual one fateful night, hoping to do the usual, feed on one or two then go back to Elias' but the hunger had a different plan for me, suddenly I felt a Hunger unlike any I had ever felt in a long time, the same Hunger I had felt a few months ago when my father died.

It came back; I lost control and then began the usual. Honestly, I tried so hard to calm myself but all my effort was useless. The best I could do was to slower the rate at which I sucked the humans dry.

My crimson red eyes glowed as I fed on them, deep down in my heart... okay scrap that, vampires are dead beings, we don't have a beating heart neither do we have a soul

I wished that Elias would just show up in time, but he was nowhere to be found; I was slowly losing my grip on the remaining humane part of me that was making the drinking slow.

On my eleventh body, the scent, the one I had perceived months ago the night I was banished from the Crimson Court.

I was very sure it had to be the same person. But this time, the scent felt closer to me; my crimson-red eyes stopped glowing and turned back to the normal human eye we had for a disguise.

I couldn't feel the hunger anymore, only the hunger to feed from that blood, but it wasn't intense; I could feel this person behind me; I could sense them.

As I turned to look, I saw a slender body, with long, wavy auburn hair, 5'7". She had pale skin with little freckles and piercing blue eyes that stared directly into mine, her hands raised, with a heel on it ready to strike.

She was beautiful, magnificent and sexy, I could barely take my eyes off her.

I was amused by her stance and her demeanour; she stood bravely in front of me; no human had ever been able to stand and look me right in the eye, even when I was in my human eyes.

They still shiver at my presence around them.

"Who are you?" I asked, trying very hard to control the blood thirst; deep down, I wondered why I was bothering to.

I thought it had stopped, but apparently, I guess it was only shocked by the presence of the scent.

It made me mad.

I had tried so hard to quench my Hunger and thirst, but nothing worked, but all of a sudden, a blood scent could do what I had tried to do for more than three hundred years.

"I don't talk to strangers", she replied, still holding her heels in her hands, ready to strike.

On a good day, this lady would have dropped dead at my feet, the way she addressed me, but I wasn't doing anything to her.

Just as I was about to say something, I heard sirens from afar and voices of the local authorities in Raventhorn gathering the bodies I had sucked dry.

"We will meet again", I said, then vamped out.

A question etched in my heart.

Why couldn't I kill her? Is she in any way connected to the eclipse heart prophecy?