He was having his alone time, a quiet moment to reminisce and it was ruined. Now, he definitely wanted to meet the reason behind his anger.
He found himself in front of a bridge. It didn't take him time to trace her location and like the wind, he moved. Haulting, he searched around for the source of the cries. His hearing never failed him, he was certain that female was around. He could sense her, he could smell her and not only by her scent, but by the emotions running through her.Anger, hate, Self-loathe, despair, sadness and the least on the list, fear. He took careful steps forward and finally, his astute eyes spotted her by the edge of the bridge. His brows furrowed, eyes carefully watching the little human stare into the dark waters. She definitely didn't look so tall from his angle. He scrutinised her from afar, watching her intensely. Her every move went noticed by him.She stared into the river, wondering if it was a good idea, what she was about to do. Her breathing was rapid, she could hear it in her ears, till the was only thing she could hear was the fast hammering in her chest. The rain drops drenched her from her hair to her vans. She was tired of it all, tired of humanity, tired of trying. She wanted peace and if the dark, scary looking waters would give her that, then so be it. She wasn't going to back out now, it was too late for that.Looking up into the sky, she let her lips carve a mental smile. "You always were a bitch to me. Now you rain on the day of my departure? You're washing the world of me already and I'm not even gone yet. Well, fuck you," she spat out in a voice void of emotions, "I'm going to get my peace now." Throwing a salute, she turned to waters, climbing onto the sly barrier.He watched her, his brows knitted together in scrutiny. She was going to commit suicide. The waters were at it's raging peak, if she jumps in, there was no going back because she was going to drown in an instant. He has watched others jump off a bridge before, it certainly wasn't his first time, but something about tonight felt different. He didn't mean to eavesdrop on her silent conversation with the world but it wouldn't be called eavesdropping if he could hear even the smallest whisper.Her mind was bleak with only heartbreak coursing through it. She failed them and they failed her. It was mutual. Before he could think futher, he saw her leap and a splash followed. He moved to the spot the girl was standing previously and peered into the water. Usually, people who killed themselves, had a little bit of bad deeds done. Their reason for death being regret but this girl's reason were different. Without a futher thought to it, he jumped after her.The sound of the water raging against each other was overpowering. He was submerged into the water, his head struggling to escape the raging mini waves of water that appeared to be tumbling against each other, falling against him. His lips trembled, teeth chattering against each other. For a creature like him, he was surprised as to how he was suddenly feeling the chilling jolts of cold.He searched around for her, trying to spot anything human-like. His breathing was hard and heavy. He was trying to listen for any clue as to her exact spot but with the moving waters, he found it nearly impossible to detect her faint heartbeat. Turning, he tried to see if she was submerged and when he couldn't find her, he delved into the water and began looking under the water. He rose to surface, trying to catch deep breaths.Finally, futher down the flowing water, he spotted a little frail hand out of the water. She was flowing futher down the water, fastly and dangerously. Willing himself, he swam as fast as possible, ignoring the angry water splashing against him, with the hope of meeting up with her in time. The more she was in the water, the more her chances of dying. He should have just let her die but for some reason, he couldn't. He needed to save her for reasons he couldn't really comprehend. This was way out of the ordinary for him. She was human, a creature vulnerable to mortality. If she wanted to quicken her death rate, then why the hell was he trying to prevent it? He didn't have time to continue musing over his hideous thoughts because her hand was suddenly so close, just a couple inches away.He grabbed her hand, gently pulling her into his embrace. Her limp body collapsed into his hold. He needed to get her out of the water immediately, which he wouldn't have had a problem doing, if only the problem wasn't him gradually being out of energy. He couldn't be as fast as he wanted to with his weak state, but it was a shot he was willing to take. He could hear the faint beats of her heart, it was barely there but at least she was still alive. He needed at act fast. He couldn't have her dying on him. He knew a hospital near by, he could take the shot and drop her there.He sat by the window, eyes trained on the ceiling. It's been weeks since he fed, he needed to feed, his body was in desperate need of it. This was the longest he has gone without eating, two weeks. His animalistic side was calling to him, reminding him that if he wasn't going to do it himself while in control, he'd lose control and still do it. But he refused his primal urges, shutting his eyes to restrain himself, fighting a silent battle inside him. He was punishing him, he needed to feel redemption, to atone for his sins or so he believed. And starving himself was the greatest punishment. A guttural growl escaped his throat, the beast in him threatening to take control. He had chosen to go on that stroll three days ago, to distract himself from the growing hunger and increased weakness. If not for the fact that he had to dive into the water to save that girl, he could have still had a little bit of energy and a lesser hunger to deal with. A scream from him boomed in the room, his
The room echoed with the melancholic tunes being played on a piano. He sat, his fingers tapping away on the keys, combining notes to create a melody. His attention immersed in the song he was bringing to life. He always was creative with instruments, knowing how to twist notes to relay the music he had in head to the world. "Someone is in a good mood." He stopped immediately and turned to find Giselle behind him with two cups in her hands emitting steam. She walked up to him and dropped one by the edge of the piano for him. She found a chair and pulled it close to have a sit next to him. Blowing on her tea, she brimmed with a smile as she listened to him continue to play. "I didn't hear you come back home last night." She dropped her cup and turned to him. Lucien sat quietly, raking his eyes over the the keyboard quickly, intuitively knowing which key to press next to match the music in his head. "That's because I never left." He moved his hands slowly, feeling his harmony come to an
Grabbing what was left of the list Giselle had put in his head, he put them in the cart and pushed it to the check out point. There appeared to be a long queue and Lucien shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, while stealing a look at the leather wristwatch adorning his wrist. It was five minutes to 4pm and he couldn't believe that two hours had been wasted shopping for food. Time was a meaningless blur these days. In his defence, food was a delicate thing and selecting ingredients for it required patience and articulation, observation and survey. The canned food took most of his time in honesty. He had carefully read the branding on each can of food that piqued his interest. And from the queue, he could tell another hour in this store is guaranteed. Placing himself on the other line that had just been created to make the check-out process faster, he scanned around for any tall black haired lady clad in a yellow tank top and ripped baggy jeans. He had expected that she'd ha
Quietness. Absolute quietness. Silence washed over the living room as he sat on a couch, knees slightly apart with his elbows resting on them and his chin rested on the harness he had created with his interlaced finger.Giselle stared at him, at a lose for words at his confession earlier. He hasn't said a word after that, just marched into the house, plopped himself down onto the couch, preferring to reverie in his troubles alone than to speak. She was drifting in silence, still unsure if she had heard right.Lucien hated humans and he avoided them as much as he avoided his fellow Vampires. Though the hate was a thousand times more on the side of the humans. So why on earth would he speak of the old code of Vampires? Why would he ask if she knew how to break it?She stared at him, her expression a mixture of everything shocked and utterly confused. She opened her mouth to let her curious questions fly out like fierce bullets but couldn't muster the will to. Her eyes flickered around t
Grudging steps came into the kitchen and Giselle immediately turned, strands of her ombre locks falling into her parted lips. She tucked her loose, wild strands behind her ear with a smile, "good morning, had a nice night?" She wiped her hands on a napkin and turned to the fridge, she fixed herself in front of it and began searching for heaven knows what. He sighed and averted his eyes from her slender figure. "Ahh, here we are," he heard her say as she retracted her head with a triumphant smile, "Thought we forgot to restock on this," she waved the pack of jalapenos at him.He kissed his teeth dryly and darted to the seats lined in front of the kitchen counter and sat down. "You did…" he rose his heavy eyes to stare at her, "It was a last minute pop-in." She approached him and roughened his hair, "what will I do without you?" "Oh, spare me this morning Giselle." His voice was heavy and extremely hoarse."Rough night?" She asked while dicing the jalapenos into tiny rings."Hm. More
"What happened?" Giselle stared at Lucien who was carrying a limp, muddy young lady in his arms. The mud on her stained his clothes as he stood in the living, his eyes staring at Giselle and the girl in his arms at a loss for words. "Panic attack, she passed out." He stared at the girl in his arms and back and Giselle. "Giselle, please come have her. I'm afraid I am already stressed out about all this and I do think I'm just about ready to vomit any moment from now…" his plain voice held a slight hint of disgust and complete honesty. Giselle rushed to his side, gently picking up the human in his arms before Lucien actually does vomit on her. She knew he wasn't joking. "Why does she smell like farm poop?" Her nose wrinkled as the smell washed her insides clean, rendering her with the option of emptying her breakfast. Now she understood why Lucien looked disgusted. The smell was awful. "Because she has been in contact with it. I found her tiling the soil and judging by the mud on he
"What happened?" Giselle stared at Lucien who was carrying a limp, muddy young lady in his arms. The mud on her stained his clothes as he stood in the living, his eyes staring at Giselle and the girl in his arms at a loss for words. "Panic attack, she passed out." He stared at the girl in his arms and back and Giselle. "Giselle, please come have her. I'm afraid I am already stressed out about all this and I do think I'm just about ready to vomit any moment from now…" his plain voice held a slight hint of disgust and complete honesty. Giselle rushed to his side, gently picking up the human in his arms before Lucien actually does vomit on her. She knew he wasn't joking. "Why does she smell like farm poop?" Her nose wrinkled as the smell washed her insides clean, rendering her with the option of emptying her breakfast. Now she understood why Lucien looked disgusted. The smell was awful. "Because she has been in contact with it. I found her tiling the soil and judging by the mud on he
Grudging steps came into the kitchen and Giselle immediately turned, strands of her ombre locks falling into her parted lips. She tucked her loose, wild strands behind her ear with a smile, "good morning, had a nice night?" She wiped her hands on a napkin and turned to the fridge, she fixed herself in front of it and began searching for heaven knows what. He sighed and averted his eyes from her slender figure. "Ahh, here we are," he heard her say as she retracted her head with a triumphant smile, "Thought we forgot to restock on this," she waved the pack of jalapenos at him.He kissed his teeth dryly and darted to the seats lined in front of the kitchen counter and sat down. "You did…" he rose his heavy eyes to stare at her, "It was a last minute pop-in." She approached him and roughened his hair, "what will I do without you?" "Oh, spare me this morning Giselle." His voice was heavy and extremely hoarse."Rough night?" She asked while dicing the jalapenos into tiny rings."Hm. More
Quietness. Absolute quietness. Silence washed over the living room as he sat on a couch, knees slightly apart with his elbows resting on them and his chin rested on the harness he had created with his interlaced finger.Giselle stared at him, at a lose for words at his confession earlier. He hasn't said a word after that, just marched into the house, plopped himself down onto the couch, preferring to reverie in his troubles alone than to speak. She was drifting in silence, still unsure if she had heard right.Lucien hated humans and he avoided them as much as he avoided his fellow Vampires. Though the hate was a thousand times more on the side of the humans. So why on earth would he speak of the old code of Vampires? Why would he ask if she knew how to break it?She stared at him, her expression a mixture of everything shocked and utterly confused. She opened her mouth to let her curious questions fly out like fierce bullets but couldn't muster the will to. Her eyes flickered around t
Grabbing what was left of the list Giselle had put in his head, he put them in the cart and pushed it to the check out point. There appeared to be a long queue and Lucien shook his head, pinching the bridge of his nose, while stealing a look at the leather wristwatch adorning his wrist. It was five minutes to 4pm and he couldn't believe that two hours had been wasted shopping for food. Time was a meaningless blur these days. In his defence, food was a delicate thing and selecting ingredients for it required patience and articulation, observation and survey. The canned food took most of his time in honesty. He had carefully read the branding on each can of food that piqued his interest. And from the queue, he could tell another hour in this store is guaranteed. Placing himself on the other line that had just been created to make the check-out process faster, he scanned around for any tall black haired lady clad in a yellow tank top and ripped baggy jeans. He had expected that she'd ha
The room echoed with the melancholic tunes being played on a piano. He sat, his fingers tapping away on the keys, combining notes to create a melody. His attention immersed in the song he was bringing to life. He always was creative with instruments, knowing how to twist notes to relay the music he had in head to the world. "Someone is in a good mood." He stopped immediately and turned to find Giselle behind him with two cups in her hands emitting steam. She walked up to him and dropped one by the edge of the piano for him. She found a chair and pulled it close to have a sit next to him. Blowing on her tea, she brimmed with a smile as she listened to him continue to play. "I didn't hear you come back home last night." She dropped her cup and turned to him. Lucien sat quietly, raking his eyes over the the keyboard quickly, intuitively knowing which key to press next to match the music in his head. "That's because I never left." He moved his hands slowly, feeling his harmony come to an
He sat by the window, eyes trained on the ceiling. It's been weeks since he fed, he needed to feed, his body was in desperate need of it. This was the longest he has gone without eating, two weeks. His animalistic side was calling to him, reminding him that if he wasn't going to do it himself while in control, he'd lose control and still do it. But he refused his primal urges, shutting his eyes to restrain himself, fighting a silent battle inside him. He was punishing him, he needed to feel redemption, to atone for his sins or so he believed. And starving himself was the greatest punishment. A guttural growl escaped his throat, the beast in him threatening to take control. He had chosen to go on that stroll three days ago, to distract himself from the growing hunger and increased weakness. If not for the fact that he had to dive into the water to save that girl, he could have still had a little bit of energy and a lesser hunger to deal with. A scream from him boomed in the room, his
The darkened sky was illuminated by a lightning bolt which struck across the sky. The wind blowing carelessly, with a raging howl. Trees danced, celebrating the storm coming. The full moon hidden behind the angry clouds. It was a dark night indeed. Streets were deserted, no doubt because of the wild strom fast approaching. His eyes scanned around, noting the empty outside. The wind puffing and howling wasn't a bother to him, nor the cold which was chilling to the bone. His face held no expression, his cold eyes hollow and without a single emotion engraved in them. His black leather coat grazed his plain pants, offering him some warmth which he sincerely didn't care about. The streets echoing the sound of his leather boots coming in contact with the cold ground. His hands were delved into the depths of his coat's pockets. Taking long strides, he walked down the streets, letting the wind ruffle his hair. Housing uncertainty within him about continuing his journey, his steps became hes