There then, now he was left alone. Myx Otysis savored for the moment the silence of solitude, a feeling he was used to. The comfortable, damnable solitude that drove him to his mind. For a blessed few seconds he was back where he belonged--and gently but quickly; the heartbeat sped up with anticipation. For surely just beyond that corner stood a being that lived in the solitude as he had. A vampire, said to be immortal, their numbers were too few to have been seen by many in a lifetime. There were even widespread folk-rumours that even being seen by a vampire could bring upon the victim a curse. But this one, Belatucadres the townspeople whispered reverently in their darkest nightmares, had made himself a god in that secluded backwater town. He could not imagine his age!
Myx was observant. He knew that he himself had not aged since the day of his first death. He was still in the prime of his youth, and it was hard to tell but soon Myx knew that his body bore no subtle signs of aging, nor developing. By the time of his third and most recent brush with death, he knew by the familiar signs of his restored body that every rebirth it remained the same just as the day of his first, now years ago.
What was he? Was he a vampire? But he was not the living dead--having met Jenica now he understood, he was no undead men of night like they. He was human, a creature native of daylight. And yet his curiosity alone was enough to drive him to meet with a man who some said was divine, though darkly so. A hundred years of the sameness and solitude--seven threatened to drive him insane. Myx knew that the ancient vampire stood barely several yards away. But he called to him instead--he was still afraid to approach him directly.
"I may only be speaking to shadows, but I wager you're there." he called out in an even a tone as he could manage. He was palpatating even in the cold air, clearly anxious and excited for the moment.
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She was running away again. It felt like sand slipping between his fingers as he tried to grasp it. The vampire wanted his child dearly, to speak to her and to teach her, to punish her and then to lavish her. It tugged at him like any true desire, but even his own emotions had little sway with the vampire in the end. He knew there was plenty of time for everything. So much time.
He started walking after her when he realized he wasn't alone in the alley. One of the humans had remained and was approaching him. The man spoke to him and right away he knew who it must be; the man who was with her in the tavern.
Bela stepped around the corner to show himself first. His black clothes set against the dim, pulsing electric light of the alley to accentuate his pale face. His eyes, dark rimmed and deathly red, were set squarely on Otysis. The vampires thoughts were not to kill the man at first, although that look of his, despite his real intentions, had cold death written all over it. Perhaps it was his reputation speaking for him, but he did not look like he wanted to talk... Which was exactly what he wanted to do. His curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to know about Jenica.
The man looked to be plain human, which Bela took to mean very little. He could sense his emotions, they stunk in the cool air and told him much more than appearances.
"Speak."
He started walking after her when he realized he wasn't alone in the alley. One of the humans had remained and was approaching him. The man spoke to him and right away he knew who it must be; the man who was with her in the tavern.
Bela stepped around the corner to show himself first. His black clothes set against the dim, pulsing electric light of the alley to accentuate his pale face. His eyes, dark rimmed and deathly red, were set squarely on Otysis. The vampires thoughts were not to kill the man at first, although that look of his, despite his real intentions, had cold death written all over it. Perhaps it was his reputation speaking for him, but he did not look like he wanted to talk... Which was exactly what he wanted to do. His curiosity got the better of him. He wanted to know about Jenica.
The man looked to be plain human, which Bela took to mean very little. He could sense his emotions, they stunk in the cool air and told him much more than appearances.
"Speak."
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Myx stared at the imposing figure that stood in front of him. Impeccably dressed and groomed, like a monochrome statue. The light of the coming sun cast an obsidian purple shade over everything, accentuating the scene. There was a few seconds of motionless silence, a moment of unspeakable, a period of hypermeditation that went beyond his thoughts and permeated into all five of his senses. It was over just as quickly. Myx felt much calmer for that experience and ready to speak.
"I...," he stopped. This was a false start. He didn't mean to talk or even think about what this meant for him, so he tried again. This time he started and finished in one smooth stroke, "So this is what eternity looks like."
Yes, eternity. He studied Bela's face carefully. He observed the way the creature held himself, how he seemed so motionless. He saw the pale skin, the dark hair--a perfect snapshot of a man frozen against the tides of time. That moment Myx decided to ask a question in that fearless way he had of satiating his curiosities.
"How long...?"
"I...," he stopped. This was a false start. He didn't mean to talk or even think about what this meant for him, so he tried again. This time he started and finished in one smooth stroke, "So this is what eternity looks like."
Yes, eternity. He studied Bela's face carefully. He observed the way the creature held himself, how he seemed so motionless. He saw the pale skin, the dark hair--a perfect snapshot of a man frozen against the tides of time. That moment Myx decided to ask a question in that fearless way he had of satiating his curiosities.
"How long...?"
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To say the vampire was surprised would suggest that he still could be. He had become too numb to be described as such. The stillness of his body permeated everything down to the blood that barely moved in his veins, failing to cary any of the hormones and chemicals that would otherwise excite living tissue and give a feeling of emotion. He was a conscious shell. Conscious enough to know that it was a surprising question from a complete stranger, and that it was mildly interesting. Though the man stood between Bela and his daughter, he was patient enough to endure eternity. It was hard to be in a hurry for anything anymore.
Nobody had asked him a personal question like that in decades. The last time he spoke of it was to his first childe, his son. The one Chrishton had killed.
To answer the question he had to do math in his head, subtract the year of his birth from the current one, another number he had to think about to recall. Then came the question of whether or not he should even answer. Who might this stranger tell, and who would listen to him? He decided against truth.
"Two centuries. Far from an eternity. I'm still a boy to many."
Nobody had asked him a personal question like that in decades. The last time he spoke of it was to his first childe, his son. The one Chrishton had killed.
To answer the question he had to do math in his head, subtract the year of his birth from the current one, another number he had to think about to recall. Then came the question of whether or not he should even answer. Who might this stranger tell, and who would listen to him? He decided against truth.
"Two centuries. Far from an eternity. I'm still a boy to many."
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"Two centuries," he lipped the two hundred years as if these were his burdens to carry. And why not? Just recently Myx was slowly becoming privvy to what was really bothering him, though he was just scratching the surface. One problem he had begun to name was this nagging possiblity of eternal sameness. If he didn't die and he didn't age, how long would he be around for was the question that ran wild in his mind. But Myx looked at Belatucadres and thought, 'its strange what two centuries has done to this man... strange, but not bad'.
There was an almost imperceptible feeling of the fast approaching dawn on his back. Myx brushed stray strands of his platinum blonde hair from his face as he spoke, "the sunrise...," he paused as if realizing something, that Bela must not have seen it for two centuries.
"Dawn is approaching quickly," Myx started, looking about as if he could feel the coming warmth, "thank you for this chance. You and I, we may meet sometime in eternity yet."
"Is there anything you'd like me to tell Jenica?" Myx asked. He was feeling quite strange about this whole encounter. He didn't know Jenica's relationships to Belatucadres, but the question seemed appropariate to ask.
There was an almost imperceptible feeling of the fast approaching dawn on his back. Myx brushed stray strands of his platinum blonde hair from his face as he spoke, "the sunrise...," he paused as if realizing something, that Bela must not have seen it for two centuries.
"Dawn is approaching quickly," Myx started, looking about as if he could feel the coming warmth, "thank you for this chance. You and I, we may meet sometime in eternity yet."
"Is there anything you'd like me to tell Jenica?" Myx asked. He was feeling quite strange about this whole encounter. He didn't know Jenica's relationships to Belatucadres, but the question seemed appropariate to ask.
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He narrowed his eyes at the final question. It was not a good feeling, having someone like Bela narrow his red eyes in malice. If it was indeed malice. It could have been a warning.
This mortal, this human, had more of a relationship with his daughter than he did. That they might be having sex together didn't help his mood much. Bonds like that were doubly hard to break. He wondered if Jenica would have had time to experiment with such things yet.
She should not be gallavanting around and making friends without guidance. They would put ideas into her head and make it that much harder for her to learn her place. God forbid she should come to a radical conclusion that she didn't owe the rest of her life to him, her sire and soon to be her teacher.
"If you think to spend your time helping my daughter run from me, we will meet again very soon and I will kill you."
It was going to be light soon, the man was right. Regardless of how much Bela wanted to find out about who he was and properly decide if he ought to kill him now or use him to find Jenica, there wasn't much time. He couldn't detect any obvious magical powers emanating from the man, but as always he preferred to observe and be sure before making a move. If Jenica hadn't killed him yet, there was sure to be something odd.
"She has a purpose to fulfill. It is in all our best interests that she does so."
This mortal, this human, had more of a relationship with his daughter than he did. That they might be having sex together didn't help his mood much. Bonds like that were doubly hard to break. He wondered if Jenica would have had time to experiment with such things yet.
She should not be gallavanting around and making friends without guidance. They would put ideas into her head and make it that much harder for her to learn her place. God forbid she should come to a radical conclusion that she didn't owe the rest of her life to him, her sire and soon to be her teacher.
"If you think to spend your time helping my daughter run from me, we will meet again very soon and I will kill you."
It was going to be light soon, the man was right. Regardless of how much Bela wanted to find out about who he was and properly decide if he ought to kill him now or use him to find Jenica, there wasn't much time. He couldn't detect any obvious magical powers emanating from the man, but as always he preferred to observe and be sure before making a move. If Jenica hadn't killed him yet, there was sure to be something odd.
"She has a purpose to fulfill. It is in all our best interests that she does so."
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Myx almost took a step back at seeing Belatucadres glare. A line of fear went through his body but he calmed himself down quickly, chanting in his head I cannot die, I cannot die, I cannot die... but when Bela finished explaining to him somewhat of Bela's intentions for Jenica all fear left him.
He was sidewiped by a sudden onset of an epiphany. At the same time there was a bit of a deja vu associated with the feeling and Myx could not speak nor think due to the ramifications of whatever he had realized at the moment. In fact he could not exactly sort out what the epiphany was--the feeling overtook his body, almost making him shake.
"I'll be sure to let her know," he said, awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence. He was quite self-absorbed at the moment and with a shakey nod he backed off and began to walk away. One thought rang through his mind: how remarkably similiar, Jenica and my dilemma!
He was sidewiped by a sudden onset of an epiphany. At the same time there was a bit of a deja vu associated with the feeling and Myx could not speak nor think due to the ramifications of whatever he had realized at the moment. In fact he could not exactly sort out what the epiphany was--the feeling overtook his body, almost making him shake.
"I'll be sure to let her know," he said, awkwardly, not knowing what else to say. His voice cracked in the middle of his sentence. He was quite self-absorbed at the moment and with a shakey nod he backed off and began to walk away. One thought rang through his mind: how remarkably similiar, Jenica and my dilemma!
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The vampire stared at his back as he walked away. He tried to figure the man out, and his mind worked to fill in the gaps between what he knew, and what he would eventually find out. He gathered very little in their brief encounter, which was unusual.
He did know the man had some interest in immortality, but then, who didn't? The mortals always wanted to live forever, largely because of a fear of death or an obsession with things that would cease to be in time anyway.
He meant what he said. If this stranger got in his way, he would have to die. One way or another, ending the man's life was a simple solution to what might or might not be a difficult problem.
As Otysis left the vampire's view, he continued to stand there. There was nowhere to go. Daylight was at least an hour away and, in his own act of defiance towards a disease for which there was no cure, he would stand and wait until he knew the pain would be too much. Somewhere within his mind a bitter anger began to swell up, awakening from its slumber. Thoughts of immortality and his curse bubbled to the surface like smouldering oil. It was a depression like no other.
A man, innocently walking down the street, looked into the alley and saw the black-clad figure, its eyes glowing red like a demon in the night. Bela looked back at the man, a deep frown etched on his face and a mixture of desires mingling behind the scenes.
Kill him. Drink his blood. Torture him. Take his mortality. Teach him. Forget him.
And Belatucadrus did nothing. The man was one of his people. His people, cattle though they were, were not things to be wasted. He let the man live as he let them all live. It would take more than a usual depression and the emergence of his hunger to make him turn on his people.
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The sky brightened. At first it was just a light tingling in his eyes that grew imperceptibly worse until it made him feel sick. The sun was not even close to rising from its hiding spot behind the horizon but already it reached out for him. Its rays bounced off the atmosphere, flooded the air like a dry heat.
The pain worked its way over his body and into his head where it throbbed like a migraine. It made him tired just as it made him hurt. Fighting it was pointless, but still he tried, as if somehow he could develop a tolerance for it.
Centuries of fighting it and it only got worse. Nothing he tried ever worked. Not the spells, not the potions, not the strange creams and the dark glasses he had the gnomes make. God saw through his petty attempts to hide and laughed at his misery.
With a grimace he turned and walked back to the mansion. By the time he got there he was so close to death he could taste it. It hurt like nothing else could, and all he did was grimace.
He did know the man had some interest in immortality, but then, who didn't? The mortals always wanted to live forever, largely because of a fear of death or an obsession with things that would cease to be in time anyway.
He meant what he said. If this stranger got in his way, he would have to die. One way or another, ending the man's life was a simple solution to what might or might not be a difficult problem.
As Otysis left the vampire's view, he continued to stand there. There was nowhere to go. Daylight was at least an hour away and, in his own act of defiance towards a disease for which there was no cure, he would stand and wait until he knew the pain would be too much. Somewhere within his mind a bitter anger began to swell up, awakening from its slumber. Thoughts of immortality and his curse bubbled to the surface like smouldering oil. It was a depression like no other.
A man, innocently walking down the street, looked into the alley and saw the black-clad figure, its eyes glowing red like a demon in the night. Bela looked back at the man, a deep frown etched on his face and a mixture of desires mingling behind the scenes.
Kill him. Drink his blood. Torture him. Take his mortality. Teach him. Forget him.
And Belatucadrus did nothing. The man was one of his people. His people, cattle though they were, were not things to be wasted. He let the man live as he let them all live. It would take more than a usual depression and the emergence of his hunger to make him turn on his people.
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The sky brightened. At first it was just a light tingling in his eyes that grew imperceptibly worse until it made him feel sick. The sun was not even close to rising from its hiding spot behind the horizon but already it reached out for him. Its rays bounced off the atmosphere, flooded the air like a dry heat.
The pain worked its way over his body and into his head where it throbbed like a migraine. It made him tired just as it made him hurt. Fighting it was pointless, but still he tried, as if somehow he could develop a tolerance for it.
Centuries of fighting it and it only got worse. Nothing he tried ever worked. Not the spells, not the potions, not the strange creams and the dark glasses he had the gnomes make. God saw through his petty attempts to hide and laughed at his misery.
With a grimace he turned and walked back to the mansion. By the time he got there he was so close to death he could taste it. It hurt like nothing else could, and all he did was grimace.