Evan pulled me to stop right in front of the pale green double doors.
“Listen,” He whispered, tapping his ear. Concentrating, I found that I could hear movement through out the mansion. Past the foyer into the dinning room someone was putting a plates, down the hall the in one of the back rooms someone was pacing on the carpeted floor. Probably my judge, the town Mayor.
Upstairs someone was crying, no, sobbing heart wrenching sobs while the voice of the a young girl urged the crying woman to stop; Melanie and her mother. I could hear them as they went about their lives with prefect clarity like I was standing right next to them watching it happen. I could also hear their hearts some slow and steady others fast and aggravated but no matter the pace, all those hearts pumped blood through their veins.
Hungry roared in my gut, like a beast demanding its next meal and I would feed it the blood of my enemies.
Opening the door I let myself in, everything was exactly as I remember it, even the flowers on the small round table had not changed. Red and white tulips, their sweet scent filled the air like never before. I guest I was sensitive to scent as well as sounds. The discovery brought both joy and distraction.
Focus, Scarlet.
Deciding to save the Mayor for last, I made for the stairs in search of Melanie and her mother, finding them in Mrs Redford’s room, with the latter weeping uncontrollably and Melanie dry eyed and trying to calm her.
They didn’t notice me enter the room nor did the notice me when I sat down on Melanie’s mother vanity chair and observed them. They were truly sad that he was gone, they mourned him like he was some kind of saint. Not rapist who got what he deserved. Bored with their display of emotion I made my presence known.
“No tears for your brother, Melanie?” I inquired to my so called best friend. Both heads snapped us in my direction and God, I must say their faces were priceless.
It ranged from pure shock to blinding anger, then worry and confusion only to settle on fear. I could smell it in the air, their fear as it filled and circled the room only fuel my newly acquired insatiable thirst for blood.
“Y-you.” Melanie choked out, raising her hand to her mouth in horror . “Yes, me!” I smiled, barely able to contain myself, they smelled to so good.
“D-d, demon!” Mrs Redford screamed pushing herself to her knees and scrambling up her bed, trying to put distance between us. Foolish woman shouldn’t have moved, instinct demanded I pursue my prey and next thing I knew. I had my hand around her throat holding her down as I bite into her neck draining her of all her blood. She tasted slightly sweeter than May but delicious all the same. Mrs Redford beat at my side like a child to a solid surface, achieving nothing expect to tiring herself out and making her heart beat faster, pushing the blood into my mouth quicker.
Melanie gasped stepping back only to fall to her knees in terror as she watched me drain the life from her mother without uttering a single word. I watched her both utterly fascinated by lack of self preservation and completely amused that the town saint was too afraid to try a save her own mother. Laughing, I released the limp Mrs Redford into the soft blood stained mattress.
Tears fell from Melanie’s big brown eyes, the same tears that only days ago I would have done anything to make stop. Melanie had been a good friend to me, my shelter from my mothers cold words and disapproving eye. Maybe I should be merciful? Maybe I could still be kind enough to leave her alive?
But then I remembered her face when she’d ran out with everyone to find me kneeling over her dead brother. I remember how she smiled, it’d been subtle but it was there. She’d known what he was and still she’d sent me with him. My best friend.
“I asked you a question, Melanie. Have you already forgotten?” I mocked pushing off the bloody bed.
Melanie, Melanie. Tsk.
She’d known what he was and still she’d sent me with him. My best friend. “I asked you a question, Melanie. Have you already forgotten?” I mocked pushing off the bloody bed. “No tears for your brother, Mel?” She paled even further, shuddering as I spoke her nick name. Finally snapping out of her stupor and trying to move away from me, slowly inching towards the door. Well, at least she’s smarter than her mother. Or perhaps she was just to scared to actually move. Either way, I’m glad she didn’t bolt for the door, instinct would have made me hunt and kill her and I couldn’t have that. I had questions for my so called best friend. Starting with how exactly she knew her older brother was a sexual predator. “I –I,” Melanie trembled tears flowing freely from her wide terrified eyes. “I’m so so-sorry, Scarlet.” She cried. She was sorry? Now, she was sorry? All of this could have been avoided if she’d just do
Three days ago I found myself at the Mayors mansion visiting my friend Melanie after yet another icy exchange between mother and I during breakfast that day. I was happy to let Mel’s cheery presence infect me and lift my spirits. Mrs, Moore, the Redford’s housekeeper, lead me up to Melanie’s bedroom, where I found her and another maid trying on every dress in Melanie’s very large closet. “What’s going on here?” I ask stepping into room as Melanie bent over to pick up a pink slipper. “Oh, Scarlet.” Mel said, snapping up right like wheat free of the wind. “I’m so glad you’re here, help me find the other one?” I smiled at her flushed pink face. “Is there a reason your breaking out you best dresses to go to church?” Shaking my head, kick aside a light blue dress and pull the pink shoe free. “Sir Ian has returned home from the city.” Spoke Melanie’s helper Nora, Mrs Moore’s daughter answered while Melanie blushed a bright rosy pink. “I see, I see.” I s
“No need to wait, I’ll accompany Scarlet out for a walk.” A deep voice interrupted our fun, Mel froze a step away from her destination, shoulders tense and I could have sworn I saw Melanie flinch at the sound of her brothers voice.Strange. “Good day, Michael.” I offer my greeting as I turn away from Melanie and her strange reaction to her brother’s voice. And there he was, leaning against the door frame with that almost wicked smirk that seem permanently fixed to his face dressed in a white cotton suit, arms crossed over he’s chest stood Michael Redford. Michael as always was neatly dressed and perfectly handsome with his clean shaven cheeks and dark green eyes that lingered on he’s sisters back. I could not make out the expression they held but whatever it was, it felt slightly sinister, maybe the siblings got into a
He’s sinister smirk and dark eyes filled to the brim with he’s horrible twisted desires forever branded itself in my mind. I tried to slap him again but he was ready for it this time, Michael simply knocked my arm away, gripped my shoulder pulled me forward before slamming me back in to the ground, the force of the impact stole my breath and had my vision swimming with black spots. Numbness settled over me, it was all I could do to breathe, to stay awake. The bastard flipped my skirts up, and started unbuttoning his pants. I had to stop this, I had to move to do something. Moving my fingers through over the forest floor I felt around in the dirt for anything to save myself with. I only found a small stick, no longer than a dinner fork but sharp enough to cut my fingers on. Hope bloomed in my chest, I could stop him, I would stop him. "Don't worry Scarlet it will only hurt a little bit. And when you die, I promise that I'll make it, quick and painless." he
The sound of her scream tore at my ear drums, so sensitive was my hearing her scream of terror brought not delightful amusement but pure torture. Reaching out I slapped my hand over her mouth so hard Melanie fell over a wimpering mess from the impact. But at least she stopped screaming. Then the air charged; became alive as ominous laughter filled the room, a clear deep seductive sound traveled through the space and caressed my skin like the a whisper of a kiss. As if to say; 'Forgot me, didn't you?' I had. I'd come upstairs to find Melanie and he'd gone off to do Lord knows what, downstairs. I just hope he didn't kill the Mayor. That self righteous bastard was...Mine! Melanie ceased her wailing at the sound of his laughter. A deer frozen in the presence of a wolf. Barely breathing she slowly tilted her head back to catch a glimpse of the creature behind her. The second she saw him, her racin
Melanie went completely still. She thought I was serious, that she could survive if she killed her own father. I have never been more disgusted with human beings than I have in the last 3 days. It seems there is not one good person among any of my so called God fearing neighbours. How could I have been so naive. So blind to the true faces of everyone I'd ever known. Was I really that oblivious to the world around me and the monsters who paraded as people in it. I had became a creature of the night come to exact revenge on the wrongs of man.But was it really my place to do so?Did it make me just like them, that I was had stained my hands with there filthy blood, that I let them pollute my blood with hatred and pain. Should I not have left judgement to God? Doubt crept in, freezing me in place staring glassy eyed at Melanie Redford the girl I tricked myself into thinking was my friend, who I knew and trusted. "I- I d-d" Her pale lips trembled fumbling o
The second Melanie swung the door open and I saw the Mayor Redford my reaction surprised even me. I burst out laughing. Loud belly twisted laughter fill the space. Evan, strange and deadly creature he was, had a marvellous sense of humour. He’d strung the Mayor up like a pig on the spit. Wiggling no stop on his stomach like a worm, hands and feet tied together and bound to each other behind his back and he yelled into the make shift gag Evan had fashioned for him. It was truly a sight I would not forget for a long while. Nor was the rage that rushed forward the moment our eyes met. In less than a second I was inside the study -the same study us girls were never I allowed to even look into- staring down at the man who sentenced me to death. "Good evening, Mayor Redford." Smiling sweetly down at him I offer my greetings. "Have you missed me?" I asked gleefully watching terror fill he's swollen red face. Evan calmly tossed Melanie into an armchair before s
Home. It smelled different and yet exactly the same. Large, compared to the other houses around this part of town. A size my mother could be proud of, brag to her ‘friends’ about and lord over the other ladies at church. I had taken the long way to get here, the walk over helped cool my head some and with the once boiling rage now a bubbling simmer, I felt I could think clearly. Decide what I am to do with these people who brought me into this world without my consent, and thought their part in my creation was reason enough to take my life away. I always knew my mother was a lost cause, I’d thought the fact that she too is a woman would be enough for her to side with me, her only child. I was wrong of course, but her betrayal had been the expected one. My father on the other hand was everything to me. My protected and my friend, the man I compared all others to and found them wanting. His was the betrayal that cut the deepest, from his wounds have I bleed the most. The rage burned
"You can't stay here, Scarlet." Mary said finally breaking the somber silence. "Your mother..." she broke off looking for a polite way to tell me that my mother was a murderess self-serving bitch and that she would sooner commend me to the fires of hell than help me escape an unjust charge. “You have run.” She spoke softly, but with the same firm resolute tone she'd always had with me. “Run and never look back. The mayor, pitiful as he may be right now, is a cruel vicious man. He'll never let it go." "If he finds out that your still alive.” She shuddered and rapidly shook her head. It was nice to know Mary cared for me in her own way, she was a rare breed. "You need not worry about Mayor Redford." I told her, turning to watch her as she stared at my father's corpse. If I could of, I would have found a sick sort of amusement when the thought of the mayors death crossed her mind. But practical Mary did not linger on that line of thought for long. "Better safe than sorry." She shook
"Oh dear Lord." Mary our housekeep grasped behind me. I'd heard her coming, summoned by my tears as she always had been. Mary was hard woman, a widow who'd lost her only child to the fever that had swept through town decades ago. Mary and I had a strange relationship, she was who I should have turned to for motherly advise or comfort considering my own mama was so lacking in that department. But Mary wore her pain in a phyiscal way, as if she cloaked herself in her grief years ago and now simply did not know how to live without carrying her shroud of pain everywhere she went. I tried to get close her, to know her and love her but she would let me and I, I was tried of trying to love mothers who would not and in Mary's case could not love me back. Turning my head towards her, I realised I was not mad at her, like I was at everyone else. She was not there, she did come to cheer for my death nor did she come to speak for my character either, though that would have done little good as it
How dare he! Coward. Fool. How dare he to do this me. Steal yet another thing from me. After everything he’d done to me, his only child. Man’s cruelty truly does know no bounds. My fathers cruelty followed me into my immortal life as it had in my human one. The man had once again found a way stab me in the back, and twist the knife in even further. In mere seconds the ground had shifted beneath my feet, all my newly acquired power and superhuman strength failed me. I found myself frozen on the floor, fists clenched and stunned to silence staring up at my father in muted horror and something akin to total frustration as he swayed gently in the air. He’d hung himself. Like he’d hung me. The most God fearing man I knew killed himself. I couldn’t even bring myself to laugh that the irony. He must have thought it was so poetic to kill his child then himself the exact same way. The man must have been sick in the head. A gaping hole seems to have opened up in my chest, no emotion p
Home.Large, compared to the other houses around this part of town. A size my mother could be proud of, brag to her ‘friends’ about and lord over the other ladies at church.It smelled different and yet exactly the same. Or maybe it was me who was different, so much had changed in so little time. In all of three days I was assaulted, tried and executed, then reborn as an immortal creature of the night. A blood drinking vampire, who had taken the long way home, to kill my parents, who’d actively participated in my murder.Life sure did come full circle.The walk over helped cool my head, smother the once boiling rage to a bubbling simmer, I felt I could think clearly now.Decide, what I am to do with these people who brought me into this world without my consent, and thought their part in my creation was reason enough to take my life away. As if my very existence was merely a whim, a novelty they’d grown tired of clothing and feeding, parading around town to sell off to the highest bidd
Home. It smelled different and yet exactly the same. Large, compared to the other houses around this part of town. A size my mother could be proud of, brag to her ‘friends’ about and lord over the other ladies at church. I had taken the long way to get here, the walk over helped cool my head some and with the once boiling rage now a bubbling simmer, I felt I could think clearly. Decide what I am to do with these people who brought me into this world without my consent, and thought their part in my creation was reason enough to take my life away. I always knew my mother was a lost cause, I’d thought the fact that she too is a woman would be enough for her to side with me, her only child. I was wrong of course, but her betrayal had been the expected one. My father on the other hand was everything to me. My protected and my friend, the man I compared all others to and found them wanting. His was the betrayal that cut the deepest, from his wounds have I bleed the most. The rage burned
The second Melanie swung the door open and I saw the Mayor Redford my reaction surprised even me. I burst out laughing. Loud belly twisted laughter fill the space. Evan, strange and deadly creature he was, had a marvellous sense of humour. He’d strung the Mayor up like a pig on the spit. Wiggling no stop on his stomach like a worm, hands and feet tied together and bound to each other behind his back and he yelled into the make shift gag Evan had fashioned for him. It was truly a sight I would not forget for a long while. Nor was the rage that rushed forward the moment our eyes met. In less than a second I was inside the study -the same study us girls were never I allowed to even look into- staring down at the man who sentenced me to death. "Good evening, Mayor Redford." Smiling sweetly down at him I offer my greetings. "Have you missed me?" I asked gleefully watching terror fill he's swollen red face. Evan calmly tossed Melanie into an armchair before s
Melanie went completely still. She thought I was serious, that she could survive if she killed her own father. I have never been more disgusted with human beings than I have in the last 3 days. It seems there is not one good person among any of my so called God fearing neighbours. How could I have been so naive. So blind to the true faces of everyone I'd ever known. Was I really that oblivious to the world around me and the monsters who paraded as people in it. I had became a creature of the night come to exact revenge on the wrongs of man.But was it really my place to do so?Did it make me just like them, that I was had stained my hands with there filthy blood, that I let them pollute my blood with hatred and pain. Should I not have left judgement to God? Doubt crept in, freezing me in place staring glassy eyed at Melanie Redford the girl I tricked myself into thinking was my friend, who I knew and trusted. "I- I d-d" Her pale lips trembled fumbling o
The sound of her scream tore at my ear drums, so sensitive was my hearing her scream of terror brought not delightful amusement but pure torture. Reaching out I slapped my hand over her mouth so hard Melanie fell over a wimpering mess from the impact. But at least she stopped screaming. Then the air charged; became alive as ominous laughter filled the room, a clear deep seductive sound traveled through the space and caressed my skin like the a whisper of a kiss. As if to say; 'Forgot me, didn't you?' I had. I'd come upstairs to find Melanie and he'd gone off to do Lord knows what, downstairs. I just hope he didn't kill the Mayor. That self righteous bastard was...Mine! Melanie ceased her wailing at the sound of his laughter. A deer frozen in the presence of a wolf. Barely breathing she slowly tilted her head back to catch a glimpse of the creature behind her. The second she saw him, her racin
He’s sinister smirk and dark eyes filled to the brim with he’s horrible twisted desires forever branded itself in my mind. I tried to slap him again but he was ready for it this time, Michael simply knocked my arm away, gripped my shoulder pulled me forward before slamming me back in to the ground, the force of the impact stole my breath and had my vision swimming with black spots. Numbness settled over me, it was all I could do to breathe, to stay awake. The bastard flipped my skirts up, and started unbuttoning his pants. I had to stop this, I had to move to do something. Moving my fingers through over the forest floor I felt around in the dirt for anything to save myself with. I only found a small stick, no longer than a dinner fork but sharp enough to cut my fingers on. Hope bloomed in my chest, I could stop him, I would stop him. "Don't worry Scarlet it will only hurt a little bit. And when you die, I promise that I'll make it, quick and painless." he