This Is My Town

Chapter Seventeen ~ Pandora

By the time the wretched girl woke, she had five minutes until her black-out time, so Pandora was stuck with a senseless girl for twelve more hours. She let out a deep sigh as she looked down at Kiara for the first time in twenty years. This was the woman that was stronger and more powerful than Pandora? She wasn't much for a dominant Vampire. Why did the great and almightily powerful Maklon want the soul of this worthless Vampire? The only good thing about the whole scenario was that it wasn't her own soul that she was bargaining with.

From what Pandora knew, she was surprised that this girl had a soul to be bargained with in the first place. But that was a story for another time.

"Jaspar, how much longer until daybreak?" Pandora called out lazily from her throne, and Jaspar poked his head out the door before he slipped back in again, returning to his original position leaning against the wall.

"About eleven hours," Jaspar called back, and Pandora groaned loudly, smothering her face in her right hand as her elbow leant on the bone of a very young Vampire from around 70 years ago. One of the most recent, actually.

"Whatever am I supposed to do in eleven hours?" she complained, and Jaspar shrugged.

"We could play charades?" he suggested, then smirked. "But you, of course, will win. Like always."

"Oh, you are such a party pooper," Pandora teased. "Only because I can control you."

Jaspar shrugged. "Exactly, actually," he scorned, and Pandora rolled her eyes before laughing.

"So, do you think the boys will be coming for her?" she asked, gesturing down at Kiara, and Jaspar followed her gaze.

"I think they will try," he admitted, "but they will fail as long as I am around. The Prince knows what I can do, so they both know that it is merely impossible to get back to Montilo in time."

"But in time for what?" Pandora questioned. "They do not yet know the real cause of my need for this girl. No one knows, except three. You and I being two."

"Nikolas, being three," Jaspar added quietly, and Pandora nodded.

"Yes, but they do not know of Nikolas either," she said. "But I do think they will come for her. The only one that must die is Kiara; the only reason I am not doing it now is because she needs to be awake, and not even my powers can interrupt her condition."

"How will you work around that?" Jaspar asked bitterly. "It is nearly impossible, and you know it."

Pandora smirked. "Not if I control her properly," she said with a sigh of happiness. "And besides, it is not like I am killing anyone. If anything, I am going to be the cause of their immortality. By destroying death, no one will be able to die, and if no one can die, I can pluck the dead ones that I need or want back up from purgatory, or wherever they go after death. There will be no more dying, and Kiara will be the last known Vampire in the history of us all to die."

"It is around feeding time," Jaspar mused about five hours later, and Pandora's eyes lit up magnificently.

"I think I will wait for feeding time; you go ahead," she told Jaspar, sitting straighter on her throne. "When you return, bring him in. I have not seen him in a week."

And Jaspar left the room, leaving Pandora to sit alone in her room. The blood of mortals; why hadn't anyone else thought of it first? Because they were all stupid and didn't know better. They thought it was like poison; an exact same reaction from eating mortal food as well. But it wasn't toxic in the slightest; it gave Pandora abilities. And with these abilities, she had complete control over all other Vampires. But she was, instead, wasting her powers on this Kiara woman. All for the sake of a God. But in the end, she would get what she wanted, which was the 'destruction of death' as quoted from a few nights earlier. She liked that quote.

Jaspar returned in under five minutes with a young boy, guiding him in with his hands. The boy was guided in and stood before Pandora, who smiled down at him beautifully as Jaspar left the throne room.

"Hello there," she replied, and the boy smiled.

"Hi again!" he said cheerfully. "This palace is huge, I quite like it! It is the most awesome thing; I cannot believe I live here!"

Pandora smiled down at the boy.

"Lucky for you," she replied with a light laugh, "because this throne may well be yours one day."

"Really?" the boy beamed, and Pandora laughed.

"Yes," she replied, and it was a genuine and honest answer. You see, no matter how evil and cold Pandora seemed to be, she did have a heart. She could have killed all the mortal children, but she only drank the blood of one child once, so they could regenerate their blood back by drinking animal blood. She preferred not to kill the mortals, for she was the only one in existence who knew what it was like to be one. It was horrifying, and she just wanted to die to make it all better. And when she changed, the world was so much clearer for her, and she knew what her purpose was. She just prayed that every mortal child that morphed into a Vampire knew their purpose one day, too.

Although the blood-drinking part didn't apply to this boy.

"The man told me you wanted to see me again. What is wrong?"

Pandora sighed. "I do not know what to do, Nikolas," she admitted. "We have no prospects on what is to come, and we do not know that if by doing this, we will live to tell the tale."

"But of course we will, mama," the boy called Nikolas told Pandora. "If we do this, we will be able to be together forever."

Pandora looked down at Nikolas and felt the tears instantly spring up to her eyes as she saw the figure of Nikolas glitch and flicker, as if he were a ghost.

Which he was.

"I love you, my baby boy," Pandora told him, and Nikolas smiled.

"I love you too, mama."