The Forgotten Child-Twilight

Chapter 20

A CHANGE OF PLANS

My immortal body left an indention on the cobblestones after I fell.                                                               

The impact had jolted me back into reality and a more rational thinking mind. I needed to run... and fast before the Volturi trackers found me. If I let myself get caught now, I'd never exact my revenge from those sorry bastards.

I was on my feet and again and began running. I didn't know where I would go or hide, but I would stay clear of those idiotic dolts until I was ready to come back. When I returned they would all suffer my wrath and witness the consequences.

I traveled throughout parts of Europe and Asia, searching for anyone or anything who could aid me with the destruction of both Cauis and Dimitri.

I satisfied my thirst with anything I could find, including from the lowliest of rats and the highest-born of humans. I was hunting in a dazed reality at this point, practically forgetting who I was. The only thing I knew was that I HAD to kill Cauis and Dimitri...I was consumed by that one thought.

After spending many years in Russia, I decided to return to Europe in my search. I quickly began heading toward Romania. I recalled that there was an ancient coven there that just might assist me.

I only knew that I could never complete my mission of revenge on my own...the Volturi had too many gifted vampires who could stop me in my tracks. They also possessed vampires of extreme great strength such as Felix and Heathcliffe.

However, once I finally reached Romania, I discovered little or nothing there. Instead of finding the coven to assist me, all I could find were silly vampire legends that made no sense. I'd never heard of this "Dracula" that the common-folk spoke about. I did search the castle that the Romanians claimed was Dracula's, but saw nor smelled any hint of my own kind. I came to accept that wherever the Romanian coven was...they weren't in Romania.

I began making my way through Austria, Hungary Germany, with me eventually ending up in the Netherlands. I could spy the distant shores of my native England through my vampiric eyes. Well, even though I hadn't found anyone to help me with my revenge...I knew that I had led the Volturi trackers on a long and merry chase!

I began to turn away from my homeland, but then suddenly a voice rang throughout my ears and head saying, "Come back for me because I'll be here waiting for you."

Suddenly my memory formed a perfect picture of a small boy with dark hair, radiant pale skin, and piercing blue midnight eyes. I felt the wrath of my revenge drop from my body like a heavy anchor as I recalled my son again.

I knew right then, at that moment, despite all the time that had gone by, I had to see my precious Christopher just one more time. I had been gone for just over twenty-years now. Perhaps Christopher was now grown and raising a family of his own? He could easily support a large family in extreme luxury due to the extreme large fortune that I had left for him.

I knew Christopher no longer needed me. Hell!...He probably had eventually forgotten about me after all these long years. I knew that I definitely had to see him again even before I dove into the freezing waters and began swimming toward English shores.

I decided that I wouldn't show myself to Christopher...he wouldn't even know I was there. I'd simply satisfy my curiosity and spy on my son, who would now be a grown man of wealth. Perhaps I'd get lucky enough and discover Christopher's wife and family as well. I felt thrilled beyond expectation as I swam the murky waters. I actually had something "happy" to look forward to.

I made my way to London that night where I knew I could feed indiscriminately and not be noticed.

I broke into a gentleman's clothing story and stole a fine set of clothes. I quickly replaced my sodden rags with the fine new clothes. I also stole a fine top-hat and a pair of green-tinted gold glasses to help disguise my eyes. I gazed at myself in the mirror noticing how dapper and incredibly handsome I appeared.

I left the store in search for the bottom dregs of London. It was easy as pie hunting in London. All that was necessary was a nightly stroll, look rich, and soon all kinds of evil villains would appear around the next corner. I drank my fill of thieves and murderers that night. Doing this didn't make me good since I was a thief and murderer myself. My body was swimming in fresh human blood; I'd be able to move like lightning, straight to Leeds and to the small township where I had left my darling Christopher.

Fortunately the next day was extremely overcast. That's what's so great about England...it's almost always overcast here...nobody would see my granite-like body shine in this weather.

I eventually neared Christopher's township the next evening, and noticed it had grown larger. Shaw's office was still there, but it had closed for the evening.

I meandered through the township and made my way towards the Shaws. I was shocked when I got there. The large two-story house was gone, and in its place was an enormously fine mansion. The yard was meticulously kept and there were new horse stables not far away.

I hastily climbed the steps to the fine porch and placed my hat upon my head and the colord-glasses over my red eyes. I knocked at the door.

A tall handsome black woman opened the door. Her skin was of a hue so dark that it was almost blue. She wore a red-bandana over her hair, an old blue dress, a white apron, and strangely a rosary around her neck. Her eyes grew wide when she saw me.

"I'm sorry to bother you this evening, but are the Shaws home?" I kindly asked her.

"The Shaws," she said "are preparing for bed and not entertaining guests at the moment." She spoke with a strange Jamaican accent.

"I'm sorry to be of bother," I said to her, "but I was coming in reference to a Christopher Cullen."

The black servant answered in her mysterious Jamaican voice, "I don't know of anybody of that name. It's late...so go on now."

As I continued to look at her in shock... she backed away not taking her eyes from me. I saw her make the sign-of-the-cross and then close and lock the door.

I left the house dazed and confused... if the Shaws were still here, then they should know something of Christopher.

I took a deep intake of the air and realized that my son's scent wasn't anywhere nearby.

"Had Christopher moved," I thought to myself.

But even if he had moved, the Shaws should know when and where he had relocated.

I stepped into the forest to wait until morning. I would go to the law office and ask about Christopher's whereabouts there. If that appeared fruitless, then I would return to the Shaw Mansion and demand an explanation.