Freya And The Vampire

EPISODE 2

My arrival at my apartment was marked by fury and frustration. The dim lighting and stifling silence only added to my already brewing anger.

I barged into the room and slammed the door behind me with a thud. As I fumed with rage, I wasted no time in kicking off my shoes, flinging them across the room in a blind fury.

My violent outburst caused a loud noise, which ricocheted off the walls, bouncing and magnifying my frustration. The impact of my outburst reverberated throughout the empty space of my apartment, creating a chaotic and tense energy that lingered long after I ceased my initial outburst.

As I made my way further into the apartment, I tossed my crossbow aside, careless of where it landed. The weapon hit the wall with a loud thud, but I didn't care. I was too busy reliving the events of earlier that night.

I had been so eager to track down Marshall the vampire, ready to bring him to justice once and for all. I had spent countless hours researching, planning, and preparing for this moment - and yet, when I finally came face to face with him, everything fell apart.

Instead of being the fierce and focused hunter I knew I could be, I became weak and vulnerable in the presence of the handsome vampire. My breath caught in my throat as he drew closer, and I found myself frozen in place, unable to move or speak.

And then he kissed me. Oh, god, he did kiss me. It was like nothing I had ever experienced before - a fierce, fiery passion that left me breathless and wanting more. In that moment, everything else faded away, and all I could think about was the man before me.

But now, in the cold and quiet of my apartment, I was filled with regret and disappointment. I had let myself be distracted by my own desires, and had lost sight of my mission in the process. Marshall was still out there, still a threat to the innocent lives I had sworn to protect, and now I had lost my chance to stop him..

I sat on the floor in my room with my father's journal in my hand, utterly frustrated at myself for letting Marshall slip away. I pulled at my hair and screamed with rage, hoping that somehow it would make me feel better. But of course, it didn't.

The sound of my scream alerted Debra, who stayed in the apartment opposite mine. She rushed into my room, looking surprised to see me sitting on the floor, clearly distressed.

“What's wrong? I heard your scream, and why are you looking this way?” Debra said to me and I sighed. I hung my head, thinking of what to tell her. I can't possibly tell her that Marshall walked up to me, giving me the opportunity to bring him down but I allowed him kiss me instead.

"I didn't find Marshall," I said, trying to sound convincing. "I must have missed him."

“You were unable to find Marshall?” she said to me, and I nodded, not being able to look her in the face. I'm ashamed of myself for what happened out there in the woods between Marshall and I.

Debra didn't look entirely convinced, but I just hope she didn't push the matter any further.

“You've never missed before. You always find your target. Besides, we helped you track him down. We knew he was going to be at the abandoned building. Didn't you go to the abandoned building?” Debra asked and I gulped.

I raised my head and looked into her eyes only fleetingly.

“Of course, I did go into the abandoned building. I noticed that a vampire had visited the building, but when I looked around, I didn't see any trace of him,” I said to her and she remained quiet with her brows drawn together.

I couldn’t believe I lied to Debra. She had been like a mother to me. She was like Father's adopted daughter and she was older than I was. I felt so bad hiding this from her, but it was not my fault, I couldn’t have told her the truth.

I failed to apprehend Marshall because my emotions got in the way. He kissed me, and for a moment I forgot that he was the enemy. I became vulnerable, and in that moment, he slipped away.

I lied to Debra because of the vampire who killed my father, oh my...

I couldn’t tell Debra the truth, because it would be a betrayal of everything we stood for as vampire hunters. It meant dishonouring dad's memory.

“I see. Well, you tried, and your father would be proud of you wherever he is. His daughter is trying so hard to bring down the vampire who murdered him,” Debra said to me and I raised my head and gulp.

“Now, don't beat yourself up over it. Try to get some sleep, so we start tracking him all over again with the hopes that you'd get it done this time around,” she said.

“By the way, our job is not only to hunt down your father's killer, Marshall. It is also to hunt down every other vampire in and out of this town. So while we are so focused on Marshall, we should pay equal attention to the others. Goodnight, sweetie,” Debra said, leaving my room and leaving me to my thoughts.

The guilt of not being able to complete my mission weighed heavily on me. I knew I needed to be better next time, but at the moment, all I could do was sit on the floor and feel sorry for myself.

I stood up to my feet, took off my clothes and walked into the shower.

As the water cascaded down my body, I let my mind wander back to the events of earlier that night. Marshall, who was my target, had surprised me with a kiss while holding me tightly against the rough bark of a nearby fig tree. His lips was soft yet demanding, his embrace firm yet gentle, and it had left me wanting more.

But I knew it was wrong. I was a hunter, and he was my prey. I couldn't let my emotions get in the way of my duty. Yet, as the memories of his touch and the taste of his lips flooded my mind, I couldn't help but crave for him once more. I was becoming insane. The lust... uncontrollable.

The thought of what could have been crossed my mind, and I felt a deep sense of longing to be with him. But I knew that it was dangerous, and that the consequences of such an action could be dire.

“Please, get out of my head,” I muttered to myself as I closed my eyes tightly under the shower.

“Please, please....”

I took a deep breath and tried to clear my mind. I focused on the feel of water on my skin, trying to rid myself of these dangerous thoughts. But the memories of his touch lingered, refusing to let me go.

As I finished my shower and stepped out, I knew that I had to find a way to push these dangerous thoughts aside. I had a mission to complete, and I couldn't let anything get in the way of that. But deep down, I knew that the memory of his touch would remain with me, haunting me until the day we met again and I buried a stake into his heart.

While I get dressed to go to bed and have some rest, my mind travelled back to Marshall's words in the wood.

As I replayed the events in my mind, I realize that I had been so caught up in the kiss that I had almost forgotten about the argument we had just before it. Marshall had been adamant that he was not responsible for my father's death, and at the time, I didn't believe him. However, thinking about it again, I couldn’t help but wonder if there was any truth to what he said.

Why was I even thinking about what he said? I knew it was not possible that a vampire could tell the truth. They were all liars, right?

Could it be that he charmed me with the kiss and for that, I only wished for it to be true that he didn't kill my father? But even at that, even if he didn't kill my father, he was still a vampire and he must have hurt someone else. I was a vampire hunter, so I should never try to believe a vampire for any reason.

I was torn between my desire for the truth and my loyalty to AVH. My father was everything to me, and his death left a hole in my heart that could never be filled. But if Marshall was telling the truth, then who killed my father? Was it someone else, or was it just a tragic accident?

As my mind raced with questions, I realize that I needed to find out the truth, no matter what it took. I would not rest until I got justice for my father. Marshall may be the key to uncovering the truth, and I had to find him and get him to talk, no matter what the cost.

I tossed and turned in her bed, unable to shake off the thought of Marshall.

I tried to clear my mind, but it was no use. The memory of his soft lips pressed against mine was so vivid, it made my body ache. I couldn't stop replaying the moment in my head, savouring each second, even as I had sworn never to think of it again.

I closed my eyes, hoping to drift off into a deep slumber, and I was glad at how fast I slowly began to drift into my subconscious state...

* * * * *

I found myself on the edge of a cliff overlooking a vast ocean. The wind was strong, playing with my hair, and the sun was setting in the most breathtaking way.

Suddenly, I felt arms wrap around my waist from behind. I turned to see Marshall's smiling face, his eyes twinkling in the fading light. Without any words, he pulled me closer and kissed me deeply.

In that moment, I didn't care about anything else in the world. We parted briefly, gasping for air, before he began to trail kisses down my neck.

My body reacted to his every touch, all my senses tuned to him. I pulled him closer and wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting him to never let go. We were lost in each other, oblivious to everything else around us.

As the sun fully set, we collapsed in a heap, our bodies entwined. My heart was hammering in my chest, every part of my body singing with desire. It was like I had finally found the missing puzzle piece to my life.

Until, I jolt up my upper back from the bed and gasped for air, only realizing everything I just saw was a dream. A dream that came to me because my head was messed up with thoughts of the kiss I had with Marshall.

As I sat there in my bed, panting and sweating, I wondered if this dream was a regular dream or a vision about what's coming up ahead of me.