Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ The Darkness of Immortality ❯ A Night Struck By Tragedy ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter One: A Night Struck By Tragedy
Startled awake from a horrible scream and the shattering noise of glass, young Drewon was up shaking in his bed. Terrified at what he’d heard, he’d grabbed for the safety of his blankets before registering who’d the scream had belonged to. "Mother?" Only but a small whisper escaped his lips, surely she would not hear his plea from inside his room so far away. Though very afraid of what lurked outside his bedroom door, a small glimmer of courage tempted him to move his feet to touch the cold stone floor. Slowly doing just that, he rose onto his feet carrying with him his favorite teddy bear, a gift his father had given for his 7th birthday before disappearing.
With a quickened heart beat, he slowly walks to the door still shaking, while opening the door he sensed danger lurking around the corner. A slight creek from the old door startled the poor boy as his steps stopped a few feet away fearing that someone might have heard him. Taking a moments breath to recuperate and gain back his courage, a few steps more he took forwards was all he needed to regain what he’d lost only moments ago.
Reluctantly, he crept to the stairway of his beloved mansion and tried not to make a peep, with the heart beat at the pace of a startled cat; he was able to reach the bottom of the steps and headed to steady hall doorway.
Very aware of his surroundings, he sneaked up to the corner and halted in his tracks before entering the room when he’d suddenly heard another scream from his mother. With very little speed, Drewon peeked into the study hall and was horrified by what he saw.
His mother lay on the floor surrounded by a tiny pool of blood while a ghastly creature drank from her neck. Her face usually flush and full of life was now empty and her expression destroyed the gladdened smiles her son had come to love so vehemently. Tears had briefly fallen from her eyes and landed on the floor. Not a sound escaped her flush lips as her restraint on the creature began to weaken, her once tanned skin had turned a slightly lighter colour, as if she was dying. ‘Dying!’ Drewon tried not to think of something dreadful as such happening to his beloved mother, she was the only thing he had left in this world now that his father was gone.
With a great deal of courage, he stormed into the study hall with tears of his own slowly descending his cheeks and dripping to the floor before murmuring his mothers name.
The creature now more bloodthirsty then before turned completely to charge at the child. Before it could move, its clothing was grabbed by the female lying down behind him screaming the infant’s name. Something registered into his mind, but the control that he’d lost moments ago while feeding on the mortal’s blood would not let his old self take over just yet.
The monster within him intended to enjoy every last morsel of blood that was offered from all the mortals in this house. Already he’d killed off the maids and other guest living or visiting in the house, why he’d come here in the first place, he’d already forgotten and didn’t care at the moment for he was after fresh new pray.
"Run away Drew!" She could scarcely scream out, for the loss of blood was quickly making her tired and the want to close her eyes and fall into unconsciousness was hard to control. The demon that was once her beloved husband turned his attention back toward her before returning to his former position and lifting up her weakened body. Sinking his deadly fangs into her neck once again, she screamed for her son one last time before she felt the veil of darkness take over her completely.
"Mother!" Running forward, he shrieked when he saw his mother go limp in the arms of the monster that was drinking her senseless. Crashing into the thing got it’s attention, after registering his actions and seeing the deadly glare of red eyes given his way, all Drewon could do was get up and try to run for his life. The creature was angry and wanted more blood, gaining on him, Drewon quickly ran up the stairs heading for his room in hopes of refuge. Unfortunately, the young boy tripped while entering his room with the demon right behind him. With no time to close the door and lock it, Drewon was thrown to the wall and looked up at the monster who had killed him mother for what he thought to be the last time before recognizing the other of what seamed to look like a man’s feature’s. "Father?" Another faint whisper, but the vampire recognized the term and regained his senses. "Drewon?"
Slowly backing away from his son he looked around and then looked down at his hands dismayed. "What have I done?!" He whispered to himself if not to the world. "No! It can’t be you! You would never kill mother!" Drewon had tried to convince himself that this monster only looked like his father, but the look in the man’s eyes quickly destroyed that thought. "H-how could you?!" Victor, only made vampire four years ago, had lost control of himself when the temptation of drinking his beloved wife’s blood had tempted him and overcome him while letting the monster take him over, now remembering what had happened, he tried to take a few steps to his young lad while reaching out his pale hand. Drewon tried to back himself against the wall not wanting to be touched by his own father. "Don’t touch me! Never touch me again! I will never forgive you for what you did to her. Y-You monster!" Quickly fleeing away from his son feeling very hurt, he ran down the stairs and fallowed the strong scent of blood in the air to his former study hall he’d spent so many hours studying in while he’d been alive. Shock and Anger at himself was all he felt at the moment as he used his inhuman speed to pick up the dead body of his woman off the floor. Wiping away the tears from her eyes, he kissed her forehead and tears of his own began to fall, it was very unlike a male vampire to cry, but losing his life mate made him cringe with degust of himself. He’d done it, He was the one that took her life away, she’d been happy to see him but had not let pass the fact that she knew he was now one of them. A vampire, no a Ventrue!
If there was any moment in his immortal life that he would always hate himself for was now, not being able to taste her for all those years had consumed him with this thirst to taste her blood. The monster in him could not resist the taste of her skin, slowly he’d sunken in his fangs, she’d even let him, but when he could no longer control himself she had screamed a second time. The first time was because He’d startled her while smashing through the window, she had look so stunned but the moment she saw his pale skin, she knew he had died. Sadness quickly wept over her features before she ran into his embrace. That was the last face he saw he make, tears of blood fell from his own cheeks as he recalled every memory he ever had with her, from the time he’d first met her in Paris, to the time he’d first made love to her and to when they got married and had Drewon. All that was gone now, she was gone forever. Putting her down slowly he whispered her name to himself if no one in particular not even noticing the creeks coming for the stairs in the hallway. "My poor beloved Eleanore, I’m so sorry, I never wanted to kill you." Wiping his tears away he closed her eyelids and cupped her cheek kissing her forehead one last time. "I hope you can find forgiveness for my sins in the after life." Before he could get up, he heard shouting from the entrance, but didn’t bother to look back while he stood and walked to the window with deep sadness and regret, promising himself he’d never return to this tragic place.
"How dare you touch mother!" The boy was terrified but yet very angry with the creature that stood before him. "It’s your fault she’s gone! Now mother is dead and she’s never coming back!" Tears coming down his cheeks again he ran to hug the corpse of his fallen loved one.
"I know that you will probably never forgive me for the terrible act that I’ve committed this night, but I beg of you to keep this with you." Reaching inside his chemise, he pulled out a blue pendant and through it on the floor as it landed in front of Drewon. "It was once a gift from your mother, since you wish to never see me again, it should be enough to protect you. Please forgive me so." Drewon looked at the pendant and picked it up, rage still consumed him but he still could not move for the fear of losing grip on his mother would make everything worse for him. "I never want to see you again! Leave! I hate you!"
After hearing enough from the mortal boy, Victor fled in yet another stream of blood red tears to the safety of his master, there he could flee the pain of what he’d done. Then perhaps he could watch his son from afar, but the pain that he could never return to his former life was heart wrenching. For he was still slightly in denial that his beloved Eleanor was now gone from this earth. Yes, his master would be very angry for having let his son into the Embrace and might risk the veil, but he could never kill off son, even though he almost had. Yes his master would be very angry, but at list he would be able to relieve him of this empty void that has created itself within him.
The fate of Drewon was forever sealed after that encounter with the Ventrue tribe, for it was law that any mortal who knew had to at list be trusted to keep their mouths shut, or had to be turned. If not, most of those humans were killed to protect the Veil. Regretting even more the events which took place in 1567, Victor had tried to reach out to his twenty six year old son. His time was almost up, he’d betrayed his master and had joined the Bruha knowing what would be his fate once discovered by the Prince of Darkness himself who kept all of the tribes under control.
Wanting nothing but death to come for him so he could see his beloved once again, he’d tempted his own fate , but wanted to talk with his son one last time for forgiveness for the sins which had commenced for what seamed like such a long time ago.
For six months he waited until Drewon would tell him he was on his way, but no letter ever came. No sign at all, during those six months was hell on earth for Victor, forced to find refuge in a cave, he could wait no longer for Drewon. The scent of death was near and Victor could smell his fate right at the cave’s entrance, though it was a nice quiet night. The luminescent light of the moon shining on the rocks that shown over a cliff with what looked like a waterfall, yes, this was the place he would fight for his life but surely die for his betrayal. The question remained, what fate would befall his son?
As he pondered what his Lord would do to him, he could sense a cold breeze pass through him, like a type of misty spirit traveling through ones body. But the feeling had been no spirit, no, it had been the first realization that death was really coming to him, slightly panicky yet not showing it in his demeanor, Victor clenched his fists angrily. The monster inside him was begging to be let loose, but he’d have none of that, not yet, that side of him is what had caused all this trouble in the first place.
Thinking back to his son, he had really missed out on a lot of his growing up, such hatred Drewon must have grown up with. Quite a difference between the innocent little boy always at his mothers side ready to cry out for her if anything should hurt him. His mother, his beloved Eleanor.
His wife, the regret and empty void caused all those years ago still lingered, he had tried and tried to fill it by loving another Ventrue by the name of Lucille Vendrik, but their relationship had quickly changed, she had been in love with his master, and he could not stand for that.
She wasn’t exactly using him, but the kind of love she had for him was not the same, in the end, they ended up going on their separate paths. Where she was today, only the creator of all mortals know.
Pitiful he spat at himself, trying to gain back some self confidence wasn’t working, but maybe revising the obvious of his life mistakes would pass the time. Love, he had not felt that feeling is so long, true he loved his master like any immortal, but it wasn’t the kind of love he had wanted. Sure Lucille had brought out his maleness with her cold beauty and heart of ice, but that’s all she was to him. He might have loved her once, but the pain of what he did to his former love was to great.
Thinking on that certain event, he considered at that very moment that he might have closed himself off to her because he knew he could never lover her more then a big brother would a sister. She had probably realized that fact on the long run and couldn’t handle being with a person who could never truly love her and being in love with a man she could never have.
Lust, a great factor of human emotions, though he was now dead and could no longer be mortal himself, it was still very difficult to detach yourself from human emotions. It is the type of nature that still takes it’s course even after you’ve completely devote yourself to the Veil.
The only kind of love who could ever hope to fill the void, was the love of his long lost son. Wondering if he’d ever live past through this night to see him again.
Before thinking on other things, light footsteps could be heard behind the weary man. Victor could hear different types of whispers voicing out his name, a sort of warning of what was coming. Slightly afraid, he clenched his fists again, but didn’t bother to turn around. He could feel an ice cold creep on the back of his pale flesh and basked in it’s glory of sensations. Though he was disgusted with himself and despised the life of a vampire, he could not dismiss the fact that the taste of mortal blood was all consuming and delicious to his mouth and made him hunger for more each person who would suck dry, he also enjoyed the colours and new found senses, like the powerful way of smelling something, or the way he could savor taste and still enjoy it after he’d completely devoured someone weeks ago.
That was why he greatly loved his master and yet hated him with all his will, for with the gift of immortality comes great prices. Living so long can make you scorn your creator or have a tempted at killing everything just so you can die and rest in piece, most vampire’s go through that stage.
Some dig themselves deep within the earth and reside their until they are ready to be themselves once more. Ineptly, some do not come out of this phase alive, for some go to far and betray their loved ones. Some let the inner monster control and can never regain full sanity.
But that was the pleasure of being a child of darkness, a vampira, vampire, creature of seduction, all those ludicrous names mortals called their kind. As the whispers came nearer, they were no longer his own, his master now stood behind him with the feeling of great sadness yet deep anger hidden behind the immense aura of power. That was the tribe of Ventrue, Filled with beauty and power made the other tribes relish in jealousy, or savor the view and become slave to temptation and can’t help but admire them like the beautiful tribe of the Theodore.
The aura took on his own, afraid yet majestic, Victor’s eye’s flashed with confidence and a slight amusement yet the fear of death nearing was not to far behind.
"Lord Bisiris." The name slowly came out of Victor’s mouth with respect yet a touch of politeness added to it. Bisiris... A name well suited for a man of great caliber like his Lord. S o long he hadn’t used that name, it had always been Master or Lord. Using the term seamed to recall all the good memories and experiences he had shared with this man so long ago.
The man named Bisiris stood in a frozen like state, it seamed like he could have been the most unemotional person you could ever meet. Yet his stance hypnotized you to just gaze in his cobalt eyes. A small smile of amusement crept his features, something that would astonish any person who knew him well. It was very clear hi did not smile to often, for him, life was to be taken very seriously, and happiness was something only foretold in fairytales and stories. Mind what he was contradicted what his perspective on the un-dead life was like. That made his smirk widen.
" I greatly enjoy the way you say my name, no one has yet to beat your earnestly. Though I feel great anger toward you, I can’t help but still admire you. Acting out on your emotions always seamed so heart-fooling to me, yet you can pull it off so passionately and still leave me breathless."
Victor smiled in appreciation and turned around, he now truly saw how beautiful Bisiris truly was. Dark hair the colour of the night sky, eyes that could seduce any woman into taking her clothes off in the spot, yet enough integrity to destroy anyone who would stand in his way of law. And that was exactly what Victor had been doing for the past hundred years. Bisiris had tried to stall the hunt, for losing your own child to death by the hands of another demon could drive any vampire mad. It took Bisiris a hundred years to track down his most worthy student for the kill. Sadness weighed down on them both as they knew what this meeting was all about. "I’ve always admired the way you always listened to me, are you going to ask me why I betrayed you beloved Father, or do you just wish to live on never knowing for yourself?"
Victor was proud and fully confident in himself, never had he had such a sincere yet regretful talk with this great man that meant so much to him even under the certain circumstances that had separated them.
Curiosity filled the anger as it left Bisiris and the question lingered in the air.
"I’ve always wondered, though I’ve known you for so long, you always continue to surprise me. I thought that perhaps it was because of your way of acting on emotions had gone to far and that you might have been angry with me for loving Lucille, but I never could truly guess what were your reasons behind your...treason." He added a slight anger towards his last word on the sentence, Oh Victor knew that Bisiris had loved Lucille, but he would always shut her out knowing that she was Victor’s. Yet he did not want to trouble himself with something as foolish as a relationship. For him, it seamed to close to feeling like a mortal again, and feeling like a mortal was the very thing Bisiris had become a cold heartless bastard.
Yet Lucille brought out the old emotions in her, actually, he’d been the one to make her leave Victor knowing that she could not love him due to the fact that Victor had shut himself off from her.
Awe dear Lucille, he wondered what she was doing now, was she dead or perhaps with another lover, jealousy quickly crept up and fuelled his anger once again.
Noticing the change in Bisiris, Victor calmed himself and began to explain himself, he at list owed that much to the one who had given him so much, yet had also taken away just as much.
" It was never about Lucille, my attraction to her was because she reminded me of you, so feminine yet so unwilling to let herself feel again. I thought that by pursuing her, the iciness that had would let me have someone to love. But then I realized her deep feelings for you. I never thought I could see her that way. I’ll admit, I was greatly jealous of you for getting her attention so well, but then I realized that I’d also been jealous of her. The way she got your attention was more then I could do, so I let her go, and yet you turned her away to head strong to love her close. Yet you watched her from afar but felt guilty so you sent her away. I’ve realized over the last moments I stand here, that the love I’d searched for to fill out this empty void, has taken over me so completely, I can never turn back into the man I once was. Surely you understand what it does to your soul once you must hurt the one you so deeply love. I killed, her, the only woman who was ever dear to me and condemned my son to a life I never wanted him to be in. I betrayed you so I could die, I do not have the strength to go into the earth, I do not wish to go mad and kill more innocents they I must already do to survive. Yet I am saddened by what I had to do to get what I wanted, I will have my freedom from this cursed yet gifted life and join my beloved Eleanor wherever she might be."
Bisiris was astounded, never in his life, or new life, had he heard come out of anything that was so heartbreaking then the words just spoken from the man he thought had betrayed him out of hatred. For so long Bisiris had tried to hate Victor, but to no avail. The love he had for this man was in no way able to be destroyed by a petty thing such as hatred, anger might slightly take its place, but not hatred. So long he’d wondered and drank the blood of mortals as it seamed to empty out his sorrows. Yet no matter how hard he’d tried to rid himself of that void and of the questions that spiked his curiosity greatly and made him feel disgusted himself.
"All this time I’ve been wondering what I’d done wrong, all this time, it was all because of what you’ve become, your mortality clashes with your own body. Your personality is so sincere and your emotions surpass any Ventrue I’ve ever turned, befriended or encountered. Though you knew the consequences of betraying me by siding with Enrik and killing off my new subordinate. Unfortunately for me, he may be a Ventrue, but the Bruha have won his side now, faking his own death, I was traumatized, and that is why it took me so long to go after you. I was not ready to loose another one of my fledglings yet, I was not ready to kill you.
But now that you stand in my way and risk the veil. I will only feel sadness to end your life, now that I know what you did. I will always admire you for your courage; never in all the time that I have lived, have I ever seen a Ventrue so passionate about dying. You are a one of a kind my friend that only comes once a thousand years."
Victor was flattered and speechless at what words his master had described to him. Though he knew that this man was going to take everything from him, he still would not give up without a fight. It was natural for him to do so, just because he was regarded self-destructive did not mean he would died without honor. That was always how he wanted to go down in history. His glory would never be unblemished by others, for in the mind of Bisiris was his reasons behind his actions acknowledgeable.
This beautiful creature would end what he had started fifteen years ago, so delighted with the idea of seeing Eleanor brought him great happiness. But thinking back to his situation now, he came back to reality and looked at Bisiris more determined them before.
"Enough with the pleasantries and sentimental regret, our sorrow can never truly be put into words to explain how we feel, so let’s just this over with, but I will say this once. My will may want to die out, but I will not surrender to you so easily, for the monster within me desires greatly to taste your blood and feed on the power that created it. Though I must say, the desires of my inner self do seam tempting to me."
Bisiris’s smiled faltered, he’d tried to prolong this fateful event by talking of the past, and now Victor desired battle and death? What was it about this man that made him astound all the time. Everyone of his fledglings had fought with him one time or another, most of them had now aged and become more accustomed to his life style. But many misunderstood his teachings and were killed. "Victor Elroy, you are my most treasure and truest friend, yet you are my most envied nemesis. I will fight you without holding anything back.. Prepare yourself!"
The great Lord slowly reached for his sword with a grace that would make any high born female weep in jealousy, slowly caressing the hilt of the blade. Taking the sword out of the sheath seamed to put everyone’s mood into battle. Seeing the way Bisiris moved made Victor want to bow down and submit to his desires to grace his master with flattery so interminably.
Victor reached for his sword as well, not so graceful as his master, but he had a different way of doing things, still accustomed to acting out on his emotions and the help of being what he was gave his a formidable appearance. But under all that confidence and fear stood a man very proud at his accomplishments in life, though he’d made many mistakes, he could die with the fact knowing that it was not in vain. Everything was going as planned, but wait. What about his son, what had Bisiris planned out for him. A exasperated glance crossed his face and Bisiris lowered his own sword a moment questioning curiously what his friend was thinking.
"What do you intend to do with my son Bisiris?"
The formality was now gone and the rudeness for his Lord would have any other vampire gasping in horror at his actions, but not his Lord. Oh no, his Lord enjoyed people who did not respect him, that way he could put them in their place.
Bisiris smiled slightly. "He cannot go around knowing about us, you know that as well as I do, he will have the choice to join us, or be killed. His hatred for you runs deep; I fear he might try to kill us if we let him go. If he refuses, I will take his life myself."
He tried not to sound harsh, but the words still reached Victors ears making him very depressed and with less of a will to fight.
Victor had run head first with his sword clashing with Bisiris. "You will not lay a finger on my son, do you hear me!" Trying not to get to fuelled by his actions, he wanted to make a clear point before losing himself to sanity one last time. Bisiris easily anticipated his tactics and battle plan while sending Victor to the ground with a little push that held great strength. Enough strength to push down at list ten men in one swoop.
"You’ve become blind with rage, only moments ago were you ready to die by my hands, and now your threatening me, let me remind you that you are the one who is at fault for the fate which lies ahead for your son!" He quickly used his graceful speed and moved slightly back and Victor returned to battle stance and attacked wounding Bisiris in the left shoulder.
"I was a just created then, I did not know what awaited me that nigh, if I had..."
He stopped attacking completely and dropped his sword, another overcoming of emotions had controlled him. For so long he’d hidden his pain deep down never showing any signs of weakness from that day.
"If I had known, pray tell I would have never so foolishly entered that steady room and taken away the life of the mortal I deeply cared for!"
Tears of blood came down his cheeks as he got back up, a new emotion of anger filled him, it chilled him to the bone how hateful he could be. Without warning, Victor let himself be taken in by the hands of insanity and drowned his rationality in a river of sadness. The monster had now been unleashed.
Bisiris surprised at the sudden act of change was now angered as well. Lifting his sword again, he blocked the creature that was no longer Victor Elroy and quickly ended the fight by wounding him in the heart. Not that it would kill him, but he thought of a plan, he had fed on three mortals before coming to destroy his precious Victor. He planned to let him see the sunrise and burn in the flames of malicious fire for his sins. But now coming to a better understanding, he would still do it, but with honor.
Victor slowly fell to the ground, hardly able to breathe, but coming back to his senses, he all but moaned in pain as he could hardly move due to the fact that there was a sword impelled in his chest.
"Master, promise me something?" He could barely mutter, for a touch of blood made his voice sound harsh and croaked. It slowly dripped from his mouth on the floor, as old as Bisiris was, the cruse of desiring blood would always affected him at moments like this. Unable to repress his urges, he reached down and held Victor within his embrace. So cold he was, Bisiris’s heart of ice could not match the lack of blood Victor had withheld himself from having. How long had it been since he’d drunken blood.
Slowly sinking his fangs into his apprentice, Victor continued to cry for the lost battle and tried to voice out his words. But the sensation he was feeling at that point took away his pain. No longer pained with what he’d always felt, Victor returned the caress and let the life be drained from the lips of the man he would always admire.
"Yes Victor, I will listen to your last request." He said before realising Victor, slowly rising up, he removed his sword from within the chest of the wounded.
Shouting out in pain, Victor fell to the floor, Bisiris slowly picked up what looked like a broken Victor and held him in his lap waiting patiently for the request.
"Promise me you’ll make sure Drewon becomes a Ventrue, I want him to live, there are so many things he could do to surpass me. Promise me you will teach him everything you know. Promise me you’ll guard him with your life." Victor tried to raise himself but was stopped by the hand on his chest from his Lord telling him to lay back down.
Thinking to himself, Bisiris, was a tad annoyed, he knew what he would have to do and how long it would take him, though he did not want to do it, he thought he should for his own child of blood. He then decided and nodded his head.
"Yes, I promise you Victor Elroy on the grave of my brother Osiris that I will take your son under my teaching and guide him through everything I know, I will even teach him things, I could never teach you. You have my word my dear friend."
Victor smiled before an idea latched into his mind.
"As you might have tasted to gracefully, I have not fed in a months time, preparing for this battle and disgusted with my hunger for blood, I want you to bring me out to the sun. There I can see it one last time. It shouldn’t affect you, you look replenished enough."
Nodding, he brought Victor to the outside of the cave and settled near the end of the cliff. Looking at the sun would slightly make him cringe, but it was all for Victor.
As the rays of dawn started to filter in place, a burning scent could be caught from Victors flesh, he could feel the pain, yet it did not matter anymore. He could already begin to see his wife smiling down him reaching down her hand. Bisiris blind to this event, began to talk about how much he would miss his challenging student and reminded Victor how it was back in the old days.
Slowly fading into ashes his whispered his last word and slowly fades into the breeze that was sending the ashes down the river bank.
"Drewon..." He’d whispered on last time. His master returned home with great grief.