Alone

Edward Van Hoven, a descendant of Don Nathaniel KillWorld tells the tale of his ancestor

The Coming

Chapter one: Alone
(A portion of the Diary of Sir Edward Van Hoven)

I was born a child…brought up good, moulded into a fine gentleman, taught how to dress, how to act….to respect people; nevertheless, in the end you grow up and you realise the world not being such a comforting place to live in….; perhaps I’m getting this all wrong, so I will leave it to my story to correct me.
The day I was made a Crowkan, the day I was bitten….it felt as if my world came tumbling or rather ‘crashing down on me.
I remember it as if it were yesterday; I sat there in the room, Calliviti and her brother had just left the room, then he…..came in the room, rushing with an untouchable presence, yet not in any speed, but walking, walking slowly. Slowly towards me then he turned to the other side, he did not even look at me, rather at the glass filled with my blood. Who he was? I had no clue, I actually taught it was the man I heard so much about but seen so little of….; as he stepped into the room, I could hear his footsteps from the bottom floor, where I met the scary looking butler; I could hear his footsteps walk the steps, his whistle to all across the room. When he entered the room, I feared for my life, he looked at me once, but I saw no face; it was as if his face told me a story…..a nightmare. It all happened so fast, when I found myself, I was on the floor with blood dripping like, actually flowing out of my neck, like waters of a river flowing to the mighty sea. After he bit me, he said the most absurd thing to me, that I wish not to mention; his bite was like…..my life being poured out of me, as I was near the point of death, as if humanity had left me and hath then been replaced by something else, something more everlasting. His bite made the day dark and the moon rise, he was like a God…but then again, I knew not a God, so I could not compare him as to the likes of a God.
I was alone, no human nor Crowkan near me. I had to find him, I had to fight against death, I just had to….time was at the essence, mother always said,’ Time is neither good, nor bad,” but I suppose even a mom can be wrong sometimes. I had to find a Crowkan who knew where he was, someone like Benjamin Gold, or…..Benedict Morgan.
There had to be someone who knew him that much, but who?’
I sit here now, a lost man, alone in a dark field, unknown by man, unknown to life. Was it all just a bad dream? Or…..then again, reality was staring me right in the eye, and I could not see it. Perhaps someday, life will open itself up to me, as it opened itself up to the mighty Lord himself.
Day -1
On this fine Tuesday morning, the clouds were fresh and the sun shunned bright. The leaves of trees that stood high, hath fell to the ground, to the objects made by man.
I had my case in my hand, my clothes fitting perfectly, hair combed neatly as always, my shaved face, and glasses were perfectly combined. I was now a Crowkan, but I knew not my maker, nor did I have any companions alongside me. I felt lost entering the train, I had my key in the hand, opened the door, locked it, placed my case cautiously on the bed, as if I was handling a very rare art piece. As you may know by now, I was a very precise person and always kept to myself. It was a first class ship, I had to use the last of my money, but I was a gentleman, and preferred having the honour to enjoy life as one. I unpacked my case, and hung my clothes in the perfectly detailed and decorated cupboards. Alas my food arrived, everything was on time; I sat there enjoying the meal that hath been provided for me by the chefs. I left the room after I finished my meal, and decided to tour the ship a bit; perhaps I’d find something interesting onboard. And by my surprise I came to a conclusion of the day when I bumped into this beautiful lady, she was the most beautiful lady I have come to meet. What came to a shock to me, I never had the fortitude to tell her how her beauty attracted my eyesight. I was still afraid of women that’ were for certain. It was night, the moon stood out, the full moon. I saw her later that evening, she was with a man, but I still looked at her, and she saw me looking at her…and by my amusement, actually a bit of a shock…I looked at her again but she was gone, then all of a sudden she stood behind me. I could see her silver eyes, right through the piece of material she used to hide her face; I could see her silver teeth, she had blonde hair, natural blonde hair, and she was pale as I.

Day 2
Suddenly out of nowhere….my new body lay to rest the craving of food, and it turned its way to a new craving, a craving I were not pleased to live with…….; I was filled with hunger and soon it would come to the conclusion, where I would have no choice and the monster in me shall open itself up to me, the hunger would kill the old me and free the new, unfair and dangerous me……hence for all I’ve encountered through my life on earth as a human’ something still told me to fight against this new me that would emerge from within the depths of my soul; and instead of love that emerged within me, rather something opposite of that, had been embodied within me. The atmosphere in the ship was bleak, for some reason I felt I was being watched. I turned around to look behind me and there was a man behind me and he hath grabbed me from the back, by my left shoulder and he cried out, ‘Sir! Sir! If you would be so kind as to help me, tie this cloth around my hand, for some reason this blood just won’t stop dripping out of my arm.”I just looked at him, looked at his arm I answered with sympathy, ‘Certainly I would, but what happened? Where did you get hurt? Did someone do this to you?”
He just said after that, he cut himself by accident, I took him to my room and helped him stop the bleeding, but as helping him stop the bleeding, I soon found what I hath not expected; I blacked out, saw the man on the floor afterwards and at that moment I was not the man to help him, I rather fed on him, sucking the life out of his body, he became my first victim. All hath changed for me, the old Edward was dead, and the new…..Insane Edward had risen from the blood of mine own, from the image of mine own. I started killing for the first time onboard. I did not stop there; I continued looking for victims to add to my list, with my blood dripping from my mouth, blood of my victims, women and children, old and young, also the men offcourse. I killed and killed, killed many, left none. I had this one man on the ground, I held him down, I saw my strength grew and grew, I felt untouchable, but as I fed on him, my body was swung by another like me, or was it something else?’No! It was she, the lady that I bumped into the previous day; it was she that threw me against the wall, I was angry at first, with my rage showing by my neck, but when I came to realise who had threw me, I stopped. She came walking up to me, walking straight towards me and stared at me saying,’ what is wrong with you?!! Can’t you just…control it for one nigh? Do you have to kill all of them?!!”
I looked at her, said nothing, only stared, with my dead…wandering eyes, in no man’s land; my mind was lost in a senseless fable; it was like I started to become like him. I sat there in disbelief in knowing where I am, I had no conscience whatsoever, to what had happened and how it happened. After a while of staring into her beautiful eyes, I gained conscience and escaped from my world of bloodlust, my world of hatred, and fear embalmed up into my mind, body and soul. I knew what she was but not for one second had I considered she attacking me, well….I saw it that way, but nevertheless’, how on earth could I harm such a beauty. I hath not bothered her or her companions and yet did I know she would not be in my way, even if knowing I was what she also were…..; and by that time I had killed nearly half of the passengers onboard, quietly and in a so to say…..preservative manner. Hence she stood there, explaining to me, reasoning with me to control my urge for blood. I went with her and she took me to their coven, but to my surprise, I saw that she took me not to other Crowkans, but rather VAMPIRES….She then told me that she had imported them illegally to the ship, her two brothers and their mates. But now only…did I understand why she stopped me….it was me killing half the passengers onboard, leaving them almost nothing but rats to feed on, luckily she stopped me just in time. But as they killed to survive, I rather killed to become more like him.
Day 3
I confronted her standing there in front of her brother and his mates. They did not interfere for the sun shone bright on them. We argued, said words, many words. She apologised to me for her brother’s faults, still I was angry for she knew the rule that was given by the Order of Royals, (Elders and both Judges). I was a bit disappointed, but I would not want harm to come her way, so I accepted the fact that her brother being a Vampire. The day was almost at its peak, I stood there looking at her; the sun then set and out of nowhere they came and attacked me, her brother and his mates, wanting to kill me, threw me against the walls, to the floor, beating my ribs, breaking my arms, and stepping on my face, I just snapped and I wanted to kill them, I don’t know how I got out of their hold but I got out and I had her brother by his neck, attempting to snap his neck then and there, but her voice alone calmed me, took m anger away, she asked me to stop, at first I hesitated, for I wanted to teach them a lesson, but for the sake of her, for the sake of the woman that attracted my heart, Isabelle Eden. I looked at him and let him go; his name was Timothy, he had the same last name as her, he was actually her twin brother. I left him there; he fell to the ground, holding his neck, staring at me with both fear and anger in his eyes. I felt bruised, in pain, anger streamed through my veins but I had the full amount control over it.
Day 4
Then the ship stopped,