Immortal Child

this is only chapters 1-2

 

                                   Prologue

     

         I sit on the roof of the abandoned Miller building. Watching the humans bustle around with their busy lives. From this height they were ants. My eyes scanned across some of their faces. They all looked so happy. They wouldn't be happy if they knew they were possible prey. I sighed. I couldn't remember the last time I was happy. With my exquisite memory it should be easy to recall. Perhaps it was in 1986 that is when I’d last had a friend. Maybe those few years qualified as being my ‘good’ years. I sighed once again. Thinking of the past always made me feel despair, feeling despair always made me feel hungry.

      As I climbed down the wall I began to think about how I became this. Someone stuck between life and death, never getting older. First glance I appear to be a harmless, beautiful eight year old child. Unknowing to them I am a deadly killer. I am an immortal child. 

                             

                                     Ch 1   (1868)

July 6^th 1868 had been my 8^th birthday and the worst day of my extremely long life. July 6^th was the day my mother met him. His name was Alec Pillier. He was an incredibly beautiful, wealthy, English man. He pampered mother, treating her marvelously. I however was rarely acknowledged once he arrived. Soon strange marks began to appear on her throat and wrist. “Mother? What happened?” I asked her multiple times. Each time the response was the same “Nothing honey. Now leave mommy be please.”

        She began to grow pale after several weeks. She grew weaker and weaker. August 8^th she was bed ridden. It was her wish for me to stay with Alec. She knew she was dying. Little did she know that I would be the one to kill her. On August 16^th my mortal life was ended.

         Mother was dying we all knew it. There was nothing the doctors could do; whatever illness had befallen her had them puzzled. Even if they had known there was nothing they could have done. I was lying in the dark, candle lit, cobweb infested space, that I was forced to call my room, staring at the ceiling when Alec entered. “Your poor mother won’t last much longer.” he said with a smile “What a shame.” I sat up and looked at him incomprehensive. “I thought you loved mother. I thought you were going to ask for her hand. Why are you smiling at the thought of her death?”

         “I’m the cause of it, my dear.” My eyes grew wide. “I hadn't thought she would become ill. I’d planned to make her a part of our immortal family. I suppose I could find someone else to act as your mother.” I shook my head. “No one will ever replace mother. He chuckled. It was an irritatingly amused sound. “I’m sorry to hear that dearest.”

                I gathered all my bearings then asked “How did you make her ill? Does it have something to do with the strange marks on her body?”

                  “Perhaps, but you have them to and your perfectly fine. Nonetheless let us not worry about that now. Even so I’m pleased her illness and death both work in my favor.” My heart quickened. I looked at my wrist and saw that I too had the same strange marks as mother. I moved from the edge of my cot to the side closest to the crumbling wall. “Let me be...! Or else…”

   He laughed in my face. “Or else what? You’ll call the constable? How laughable. What could they possibly do to me?” He moved closer to me. I could smell his sweet breath. “Nothing. They can do nothing to me.”  The coolness of his breath sent shivers down my spine. I was but eight years old but I knew enough about monsters and demons to know he was a monster. If he was what I thought he was he could easily save mother couldn't he? “Save her. You can save her cant you?

       He stood up and began to walk about. “Oh but alas. She’s much too weak. If I tried to turn her she would die all the more quickly.”  He smiled at me menacingly.    

        With my heart beating at a monstrous speed, I ran into my mother’s room. “Mother! Please do not make me stay with Alec.” she raised a skeletal hand and moved my black hair away from my face. “There is no one else to care for you …please….” she said weakly.

     “But mother… I have a horrid feeling about him…”

     “It’s Alec or the orphanage…”

     “What of April’s family? Can I not stay with her?”

     “They can hardly afford to feed April…I’m sorry…”

     I had a dreadful feeling about both. Alec felt like a more ungodly option. I had heard horrendous things about the orphanage in Black Creek. I was stuck between two boulders closing in to crush me… the only true solution was to leave. Mother was dying. I couldn't       argue with her and break her heart on her death bed. So I simply said “Yes, mother”

        “And Isah?”

        “Ma’am?”

      She smiled feebly. “I love you…”

        “I love you, too” I said hugging her fragile body.

        I headed back to my room with a tiny flame of joy in my heart. She actually said she loved me. She had yet to tell me that since my dreaded birthday. I felt warmth on my neck along with something sharp. I gasped as it pierced my skin and a surge of pain began to flow through my body. Alec came up behind me and put his wrist to my lips. Blood began to flow into my mouth, instead of having a metallic taste, it tasted sweet. I began to panic. If I didn't swallow it I would choke. I began to drink and swallow until he took his wrist away.

      I fell to my knees gasping, then to the ground jerking to and fro with pain. The pain hit me in continuous waves. My breath came in gasp. I accidentally let out an agonized scream. “Sweetie is you alright?” my mother called. I couldn't respond the pain was much too intense. Then it was gone just as suddenly as it began it stopped. I slowly sat up. My head was throbbing. My eyesight had been enhanced; everything appeared much brighter and clearer. My gums ached horribly, and I felt ill.

       I cried softly. I felt terribly awful. It was a combination of the pain I had previously felt, the pain in my mouth, and the current sickness I felt. I wanted my mother. I just barely managed to get on my hands and knees. Slowly but surely I made my way to my mother’s room. I could hear the weak sound of her heart. Back then I simply thought I was going mad.

     “Mother,” I cried softly.

     “Yes babe?” she stretched her hand out so that I could hold it. I could feel the rhythmic beating of her heart. How strange I thought. “I love you,” I said putting her hand on my cheek. Before I realized it her wrist was in my mouth. My teeth bore down on it. I began to drink her blood, taking the little life left in her away. The bad part is I think she was too weak and numb to notice. The only thing she had said to me was that she loved me as well.

 “ You've done well,” Alec said covering my mother’s chilling body with her blue, and red knitted blanket. “Very well” he said smiling at me.

 

 

 

                       Ch 2 (2012)

 

            I remember that day perfectly as though it had happened the day before. I wish to forget it for I am not fond of such a tragic memory. Of course all my memories are tragic in some way and I shall never forget any of them. If you live as long as I have there will be many things you wish to forget and many things you will eternally regret. Regret can be a painful thing.

           I've killed thousands in my 144 years, sometimes I kill fifty a night. Perhaps it is my youth that makes the hunger so strong. It does provide an excellent tool to find victims. I've read things about my kind. One thing I have read in particular caught my attention. “It is forbidden to make one so young” The vampire spoken about was as young as I. This made me wonder did Alec not know this when he created me?

           Of course Alec knew very little himself. In fact, the fool found this life not a curse but a blessing. Ha! To think I spent forty years with him hoping, hoping I could learn of what I’d become. All I learned was how to hunt, feed properly and move amongest mortals unnoticed. This information was useful but not what I searched for. He taught me nothing of our kind. I believe the only reason I stayed with him was for the company. What a waste of eternity.

            Maybe I should enroll myself in school. I could find a suitable companion there.  After all that is what I did in 1986. I befriended a boy named Justin. Our friendship sadly ended when the towns’ people grew suspicious. I was a girl that looked of eight yet I was in junior high school. I fled only to return seventeen years later. I wanted to know what had become of him. Tragically Justin had died in an automobile wreck. All my memories are tragic in some way.

            I jumped down from the wall and walked casually out of the ally. I scanned the afternoon crowd. I’d found my next meal. I began to wonder if this kill would be as intriguing as I sensed it would be.

 Blending into the shadows, I followed close behind him. He was a muscular man well into his thirties. Taking him down would be quite intriguing. He would laugh at the thought of a helpless child, such as I, could be a threat. He would find himself much superior in comparison. At least until my teeth were bearing down on his throat, draining him, and tearing at his flesh. I could already tell that he would fight back. I could smell the sweet aroma of his blood coming off of him in waves. O+ the best kind. My canines extended into fangs. I was ready to feed.

I stayed hidden until he arrived at Lentil Park. The sun had gone down and I was now at my strongest. I would be once I fed that is. I waited until the few remaining human exited the park, then I made myself known. I stood under a flickering street light and covered my face with my hair before speaking. “Hello sir,” I said with a whimsical laugh.

“Who’s there?” he turned in my direction. “A little girl? What are you doing here alone?”

“Would you like to buy Girl Scout cookies?”

What the hell? You’re not a girl scout. Where’s your sash? Hmm?”

“I have it you just can’t see it from there.”

 He walked closer. He was merely 3 feet away. I smiled cruelly. “You’re not as smart as you think you are. I’m sorry to inform you, but you have just walked into the blood soaked hands of death.”

“Sure.” He laughed. “Since when has death been a little girl? Come back on Halloween cupcake.” Then walked away

I ran in front of him. Then I uncovered my face and smiled at him. My teeth glistened even under the dim light and I knew he could see my canines protruding from my gums. “I suggest you stay where you stand. This can become quite painful for you very quickly.”

He laughed uneasily. “Cute trick…”

I took his hand in mine reassuringly. “It wasn't a trick and you very well know that. Would you like to know a secret? Hmm?” I motioned for him to lean down. Out of fear, he did as I said. “This won’t hurt as much as you think.” I sunk my teeth into his throat. He screamed a very feminine scream and tried to throw me off. Failing of course. You see when I feed it’s much like a shark feeding frenzy. Unstoppable. The warm bubbly life essence inside of him steadily flowed into my mouth. With every sip my grip on him grew tighter. He kept fighting and trying to detach himself from me until he lost consciousness. I continued to drink until he was nearly empty. I unsheathed the small knife I kept in my boot and cut his throat. The little blood that remained in him flowed on to the sidewalk.

With a kiss on his cheek, I happily skipped out of the park to search for my next meal.

Let me inform you that I didn't cut his throat simply to feel blissful by ensuring him dead. The blood did that. I did this action, the cutting of his throat, to help keep my secret. I cut his throat in such a way that my puncture wounds could not be detected. See my point? My logical reason? I hope so.

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