Beloved Revenge (on hold)

Chapter 1 - Boston Trickery

2 years later

I'm a dark figure, walking through rain in the streets of Boston, to the exact place I have tracked her. Rebekah.

I stroll through the rustic doors of the local tavern at the edge of the town. At the bar I take a seat, "May I have a whiskey, please."

The man replies, "Sure Mister ..."

"Abbott. Archibald Abbott."

With that, the man starts pouring the drink in front of me. "If I recall, that's a big name - Abbott, that is - in Pittsburgh."

"That it is." I reply with a smirk, noting the man's heavy Bulgarian accent. "And who are you, may I ask?"

"Nikolai Dimitrova." He answers sliding the drink to me on the counter.

I grab the glass and take a sip, then I'm standing and walking over to the table in the corner. Where she is in her shawl, acting like she doesn't know I'm here. She knows, she heard me talking.

"Good evening, Rebekah." I say taking a seat across from her.

"I see your still using your original name. Your going to need to change it soon. People will notice." She claims from experience in her light French and English accent.

"Yes, well you know that well don't you? How long have you been a monster?" I countered with a sly smile.

"Only 307 years of vampirism Archibald. And I hardly consider vampires as monsters." Rebekah objects, looking from the table to me with the same green eyes.

"We are too monsters. We kill people." I pause looking down then entering her stare once again, "Why did you kill Kyra, and turn me into this?" Questioning her.

"Will you just give it up? She was your first love, and those never last." Sighs Rebekah with a little disgust painted on her face.

"You didn't answer the question."

"I'm going to be completely honest with you." She pauses, finishing her drink. Rebekah reaches over the table and grabs my hand, "I was ordered by Nik, to kill Kyra. But you followed, and became a witness to the attack. Therefore I had to change you into a vampire. I am gravely sorry."

Using her other hand she grabs a dagger from under her shawl and stabs my hand with it.

"One doesn't survive a night in Boston without friends. And if I recall, you don't have any."

I pull the dagger out of my hand and look at her once more, "And why is that?"

"You'll find out." Rebekah concludes, standing up and leaving through the front door.

I walk out myself in the next five seconds. I look left, then right. Nowhere. I take a minute to use my hearing and find a patter of footsteps, even with the rain. She went into the woods thinking she could hide.

I walk toward the forest, hearing the pats from my boots on the dirt path. With no moonlight, the path is dark. Suddenly I am forced to stop in my tracks. A man comes out onto the path in front of me. I turn around, only there I am, greeted with another, on every side of me.

"We heard another vampire wandered onto our territory." I hear, turning to the speaker. It appears to be the first one I saw.

"Vampire? Look, I was just passing through." I say getting a little nervous about this conversation.

"No one just passes through Boston." He takes a few glances at his fellow friends before speaking again. He starts turning around as he says, "Kill him."

Someone comes behind me and I allow them to snap my neck, allowing the memories to come into view once again.