Sunday, 24 April 2011

Random Vampire Thing

I'm hoping this gets posted. My last attempt had 'errors'. I was tired in my room, so I wrote this. It might not be very good, but… it's something I haven't tried before, so it's OK for me first attempt.

My name is Lunar Tears. At least, that's what I like to be called. It's my name now. My vampire name.
Vampire is just a terminology, though. I didn't want to be a vampire. I usually just say I'm immortal. But immortality comes at a price. And this is mine.
I had a friend. She experimented in science a lot. Not a great deal to say about her, the human memories fade away after time. But there is one memory a vampire will never forget, how they became a vampire. Everyone has a different way of becoming a vampire. They anger the Higher Power, something some may call God, in which they commit an act that is unnatural and going against His ways. The act must be unforgivable. Unforgettable, in our case. I can sense you asking what I did, in your mind, at the back of your head, a question gently gnawing away at your mind, even if you don't know it yet. 
I was just like you once. Well, not really. I was probably more educated. Richer. Stranger. But most of all, I had a desire for something more. Something different to the same routine, same house; same people. I wanted an adventure, I wanted power.
The friend I spoke about earlier gave a possible solution to this. She'd been reading some damned books and thought she'd figured out how to make the Elixir of Life. She wanted to test it out on me. I should have said no right then. But I was desperate. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Or something like that.
Anyway, Ali (her name, back then) made the Elixir. It took her three months to perfect, and exactly that amount of time for me to build up the courage.
The Elixir itself was a lilac colour. It soothed me, as lilac has always been my favourite colour, and it wasn't a sickly green or a puke-like yellow. It swirled around in the small tube it was contained in. It had a smooth texture, but when Ali poured it into a round glass, an inherited antique she kept a watchful eye on, it bubbled and fizzed and hissed at us. I reached my shaky hand out and kept a loose grip on the curse that was in that glass. I touched it to my lips, and took a small sip. It burned my tongue, but I forced more down my pleading throat. After I emptied the glass, I doubled over in coughing fits. That was when I saw the Light.
If I'm being completely honest with you, I thought I'd died. Who knows what Ali put in that damned mixture of hers? I trusted her with my life. And that is exactly what I lost.
The Light was God's messenger. Not exactly what you hear in the Christian Bible or the Torach. It told me I had committed an act that was unforgivable, that only Satan would redeem my sins. Bending the rules of life made me what I am. I didn't want to join the devil. There was only one other option for me. The Light also whispered me a secret. But you'll have to torture me a bit more for that.
So nobody bit me. No vampire seeked me out join them for eternity. No tragic love story. Just a tragic tale, of a girl with no direction choosing the wrong trail.
How old am I? Has your mother never told you it is rude to ask a woman her age? I suppose it makes a fair point I'm not technically a woman, but I am female and I do age. Fine, I'll say. The average woman lives to the age of eighty in this country. Multiply that by three, then add two, then divide that number by one-point-three-three-three-two. Then you might get a slight idea as to how old I am.
I forget that human minds aren't as sharp, but that's what all these years do to you...
I can't say what my powers are. The Higher Council will kill me. Oh, there are ways I can die. Of course, I won't tell you, but vampires make enemies of other vampires. So we naturally need ways to kill each other. That's what I've heard, anyway. I've only met one other vampire. A dying race, you see. More people are... Good, now, I guess you would say. Even with less people having faith in religion, they have morals. A surprise, as you can guess. 
Oh, you were asking me about the Higher Council. I forgot. Purely accidental, as I'm sure you'll believe. The Higher Council are exactly as they sound. A leadership of the oldest vampires history knows. Napoleon was a vamp. The Higher Council killed him in the end though, he was about to be exposed. His death was covered up with that cancer story. I have never met a member of the Higher Council, so don't bother asking. As far as I know, they're a legend, possibly invented by Edward or whoever he talked to. Edward is the vampire I've met. And sorry to disappoint any deranged Twilight fan girls out there, but Edward was a popular name in those times, so no, it was not Edward Cullen. I almost killed Edward… but  chose not to. I keep in contact with him sometimes, but not how you would expect. If you want to know about Edward, then all you need to know is that he's reckless. Oh, and for you humans, he drinks a hell of a lot of blood. I'm surprised he doesn't drown in it. Sometimes I wish he would…
I drink blood too, but not nearly as much. I have donors, and we have a schedule as to which one I drink from. They each want something in return, it differs for each person. Like Mike, he only wants a fulfilment in life. His mother never loved him, it touches my cold, unbeating heart. Or Liam, he needs dates for certain events he gets invited to in his high-society life.
Oh yes, every prey, I mean donor, is male. There is no dignity otherwise. You must lure them to give you blood, how else can you trust them? Us vampires have charm, and are indefinitely more beautiful than humans. Don't act like you have not been affected, Mr Stanley, remember I can read your mind. We have that affect on everyone, sometimes even each other…
The richer the catch, the better life, the sweeter the blood. It should have been Liam's turn tonight… oh, why can't he visit? And Mike shall be worrying, who knows what his mother has said this time?! Please Mr Stanley... John? Please? John…?
You're starving me, John. And I don't like it.

John Stanley stopped the recording and looked at the drained vampire in front of him. Her emerald green eyes glared at him, the same way they'd done for the past week, when they first captured and deprived her. The torturing methods had little impact on her, but she was weak. That recording was the first and only time she had cracked. But they needed more.
"That is very useful information you have given us, Lunar. But I'm afraid we need more."
Lunar's glare turned more vicious, and she snarled at Stanley.
"More? You want more? The full vampire history? It lasts all eternity! I live that long, but you don't." Lunar snapped her mouth shut, her eyes never leaving her torturer.
"It's not too much the history that we're interested in, Lunar, it's the future."
"I'll never say!" Lunar shrieked.
"Ah, but at least now we know you know something."
Lunar leaned back in her uncomfortable metal seat.
"Have I ever told you how vampires contact each other, Stanley? Hmm? They send out a psychic signal, that passes from one vampires mind, charges through the air, and to the other vampires mind."
"Thank you for that Lunar, but that's really not--"
"You think I told you that for your little plans?" Lunar interrupted, a chain of laughter coming from her lips. "No, Stanley, I just thought you would want an explanation."
From behind Lunar, bricks from the wall exploded inwards. A fog came in from the hallway, and a figure dressed all in black stepped in.  Lunar craned her neck around to see. A reassured smile crept upon her face when she saw the figure.
"Sorry Stanley, but I have other plans."
In a blur, the figure was beside Stanley and a pool of blood was flowing from Stanley's snapped neck and then decapitation.
"It'a about time," Lunar remarked, eyeing the blood tormenting her.
The figure strode behind Lunar, dropped down leaning on one knee, and whispered in her ear, his shaggy dark hair a similar shade to her own tickling the back of her neck.
"Qu'ont-ils fait pour vous, mon petit?" He spoke in a French accent.
"Été en France ces derniers temps, nous avons?" Lunar asked.
"Non! Belgique, en fait."
"Awww, can we stop now? You know I failed at French," Lunar whined.
Edward pulled at the restraints around Lunar's ankles and wrists and they tumbled off her. Lunar leaned her head against Edward's shoulder.
"Thank you," she whispered. Edward patted Lunar's head gently as the first tear Lunar shed for over one hundred years, rolled down her cheek.

Eventually, Lunar rose from her chair.
"I need blood," she exclaimed.
"You don't want Stanley here?"
"No, he'll be stale by now."
"It is such a waste of blood…" Edward desirably gasped.
"Well, you drink him then."
"No no, let's just go."
"Only if you're sure..." Lunar teased.
"Yes, I'm-- Oh wait," Edward opened the cassette player and removed the tape player  from inside. He tapped it while pacing past Lunar, paused, and asked, "Vampires have the affect on one another, do they?" He raised one of eyebrows and cocked his head to the  side.
"I can read your mind, Edward," she explained as she was passing him. "What did you think my Power was?"
"You control the elements," Edward replied.
"Oh. Yes. What can I say?" She gently spoke in his ear, "I may be damned, but I'm blessed."


  1. This is like my story except it's like Twishite instead of Darren Shan and of course since it's Twishite it's a bit different but you've started it exactly the same as mine. I don't really like this story, it's a good writing ability but you could have made it a lot better.

  2. Wow that sounded harsh... I'm sorry if you took offense by that, I didn't mean it to sound bad. You have a great skill in writing, I just don't like this particular story.

  3. This is awesome. Your amazing skill has been put to great use, once again. An intersting story that's making me think twice about my hatred of vampires...

    Well done! xD