The Vampire- Pt2

With an inaudible cry, Carrie fought to scramble away from him. Her eyes were wide, terrified, but she couldn’t look away. His violet ones were watching her too closely, as if calculating every move she made before she even made it, which wasn’t too far from what she would expect. He was a vampire, after all.

A vampire that hadn’t exactly decayed just yet, that hadn’t morphed into bones or dust after centuries of being trapped in a large library underground filled with nasty crawly things and dead rats.

Carrie shivered again, and then scolded herself. Dead decomposing rats…No, dead, undead rats, with violet eyes and black hair and sharp, canine teeth… That was worse…way worse…

So she rolled over twice, pulled herself onto her knees, and made a daring run to her left. She skimmed past the rows of sturdy-looking desks, barely dodging her head on one of the edges but scraping her arched back. She winced, feeling the pain shoot through her back.

There, at the end of the long hall, she could see a door. It was past two rows of tall shelves, still covered in dust and weighed down three times more than usual with sand. If she could sprint past those and avoid falling- she would be free. But, her leg ached, she realized in frustration, and her hands were sore from gripping the dirty floor with all the glass shards. She twitched her ankle, feeling a cramp dull her foot. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had visited the gym.

“You can’t run, Carrie,” the vampire’s voice wavered in the air, reaching her ears, as if curtains enclosed her, hid her from view. Even her vision seemed to dither, confuse her when everything became blurry. Now there was no commemoration of which direction the exit was, or what she had even been thinking. Thoughts of escaping had disappeared, and remnants of why she had come were scattered here and there in her memory.

“Let…me…” the words trailed over and over in her head, but it meant nothing. The next word hadn’t even escaped with a breath.

“Stop, there.” The voice whispered in her ear.

She stopped. Her hands reached forward, and her fingers grazed a wooden table. Dark ink had splattered and dried on the furnished table, staining it black and creating patterns of angel wings and fallen pyramids.

“You’re blind.” The vampire said softly, grazing a finger across her cheekbone. Her skin tingled, then her vision deteriorated. His cold breath sent shivers up her spine, beginning from her ears and drawing back her scalp.

“You can’t walk, can’t breathe…” he continued, his lips broadening into a small smile. His first kill in centuries would go perfectly.

Carrie’s breath hitched. Her legs felt numb. Pain in the form of pins and needles and claws crawled up her spine.

“You’ll need me, Carrie.”

Help me, she wanted to scream. She wanted him to help her. He took hold of her arms, forcing her to face him. In her remaining vision, she could see his pearly whites- see the canine teeth gleaming.

Egyptian god, the words formed like evanescent smoke from a candle in her mind.
“I’ll help you, Carrie.”

Will you- please…!

But that was all, as he tilted his head toward her, for even her thoughts had succumbed to him. He smiled reassuringly, eyes gleaming, and pulled her tighter against him.

Carrie’s blood raced, which was something he had no control over- voluntarily, anyway-, leaving her heart pumping erratically- and ready to burst. The vampire before her could hear this- this aching, beautiful music to his ears. He wanted it to last forever, to hear it every time he woke, to long for it, to strive for it- because he ached for it for himself. Wished it to replace his cold heart- the one that never slowed nor rushed nor stopped…

Immortal.

Immortal, Carrie thought methodically, as his thoughts entered into her own.

They were so close now that her heart began to slow- a painful, dull rhythm…

The moment was over, and now he had to finish what he had begun. His gaze lifted for a moment, tracing the girl’s jaw line, up to her once quavering lips.

_Did_ he like archeologist’s blood? He’d never tried, and for a moment, he didn’t want to know.

But, temptation was hard to miss, and his body ached to be closer- much closer, to taste and feel and be as one. For so long he had been waiting- years and years…

What stopped him now? What made him crave for more? For sunlight? For life and death and everything in between?

His grip unwittingly grew tighter around her shoulders, and she winced- a reflex reaction. For a second, he’d hoped she was awake from his spell on her- for her to shake her head and push him away.

Just an archeologist, he reminded himself tiredly. He needed blood, anyhow, and here he was, wasting time.

“Bon appétit…” he murmured, pressing his cold lips to her hot skin. His sharp teeth penetrated the thick membrane of her neck- where he remembered he always used to bite. He waited for the hot blood to trickle to his tongue. It did, in splotches- and then in a gushing fountain, seeped past his lips and down his chin. He moaned, eyes traveling heavenward, as if watching all his doubts slip away- up, up, up. Up to heaven- where all his doubts flew away to…

Her blood was glorious- or maybe it seemed that way after so long. He felt alive again- as alive as he could ever be, anyway. Although his heart never rushed along with his joy, with his relief, or sorrow, he felt it inside him, waking him. Rejuvenated, his senses sharp and focused and clear.

And then, he turned back to the girl- Carrie, was it? Yes, her thoughts were muddled, but yes… That was all he cared to see or hear- none of her memories interested him now, since the blood had overtaken him. With his taste a thousand times stronger, he wondered now if anything was as good as this- as good as…

With an intermittent groan, he pulled away. Violet eyes wide with astonishment, he watched the dark blood seep down her neck, staining her dirtied shirt a dark burgundy. Quickly, he lapped it up, then licked the wound.

Mine…Mine, mine, mine… He laughed, licking his lips over and over again. Bitter and sweet, cold and hot, he took all that he could- just as the fountain sputtered and shut. Gone, hidden.

Mine, mine, mine…

And then he kissed her warm lips, smearing blood. He licked that off, as well.
Her eyes suddenly fluttered open, and for a second, she didn’t know where she was. Confused, dazed, dying… And then, she remembered, and she fought, writhing uselessly away from the unmoving body.

Finally, she slumped into his arms. Blood rushed to her cheeks from the exertion, and the violet-eyed man kissed her forehead. She flinched away, but he held her close, listening to the racing heartbeat in his hands.

“You’re wrong...” He whispered into her ear, nudging her hair with his nose, “Archeologist blood is quite exquisite.”