By the time it had turned 1903, Ace had left to go to Scotland. It would be 6 years before l realized he would never come back, despite so many days l hoped he would, One year later the feelings of abandonment came to haunt me. So l will tell you a story from the past with letters so that you'll hopefully understand why l left to look for Ace and why l left everything behind and most importantly why l left you Dee alone oh my beloved dee.
On Monday l took the railway train to Demetriuses department l liked to call him,- "The man behind the counter.-". l met with him a few times. he worked with us, but most of the time he sat behind a counter selling drugs to customers, sometimes going elsewhere which he would say "wasn't our business".
l headed to Demetrius's store down the dim alleyway filled with drug addicts and the strong, unfavorable old wine smell of alcohol that made me want too pinch my nose. He always lived in shady areas, but it provided him with the benefit of not being caught selling illegal drugs. He was always moving somewhere, never staying in one place, usually avoiding police men and people in general who were there to track down his store.
l looked up at the three story building and shivered as the cold air crept up my back. my lips trembling slightly at the sudden brisk air. l pushed open the creaking door and entered the building. I was greeted by the sound of the old grandfather clock chiming from across the room.
Demetrius looked at me behind the cash registry, his eyes widening. He knew what l was coming here for, it seemed he didn't expect me to arrive so soon, though, evident by his surprised look.
"It's a pleasure to meet you again Lennon Fowler." He plastered a warm smile on his face, his canine white teeth appearing as sharpened as a knife's edge. He was a century old vampire, however he looked to be around the age of 19 and had a few scars on his face from wars he had managed to get into back in the 17th century.
"Yes it is a pleasure to meet you aswell." l spoke in a monotone voice, my deadpan expression settling itself. l didn't like being called that name and l didn't think l ever would l just wanted to be called and known as Lennon. Just Lennon. But l didn't have the will to protest.
"Your room is upstairs to the left. Since no one goes up there anymore you won't be bothered." Demetrius pointed at the guest room up the stairs. l walked up the creaky wooden stairs eventually finding my way around the small hall of uninhabited guest rooms that smelled of Sheer Nightgowns and lovemakings.
l twisted the doorknob, my hands slightly shaky, the door creaked open l looked around. the room was relatively small but it was enough for me to feel comfortable in. that was the start of 1903. when l first moved into Demetriuses brothel and drugstore.
l sat by my desk inside my room. Often l would write by the window until nighttime with lit candles by my side during which Demetrius told me to take care of the brothel and serve the customers downstairs until he returned. l would watch Demetrius go to the bar outside the lunette window. As a teenager he whored himself out with older men who were around 19. l never liked his job as a prostitute but it was his choice, without me having a say in the matter.
l grew curious the more he went out. Where was he going besides the bar? What was he doing? l wanted to know all those little things, granted Dee my new short nickname for Demetrius would be mad that l was scouting him but l'd deal with his wrath later. So one night l blew my candle and put away my ballpoint pen, l closed the store and snuck out soon after he left. A little bit after midnight, l put on my brown coat and a spruce ushanka hat, l liked how it looked on me.
l opened the door and quietly exited following him closely behind looking behind me to see if fellow prostitutes weren't awake they were loyal to Dee and l was sure they knew more than l did about him. My footsteps were cautious as a prey hunting it's next predator. l didn't know what I was doing, all l knew was that my curiosity had gotten the best of me. When I looked back up I felt someone pull me into the back alley of saint suppers street, It was so unexpected and came so soon l didn't even have the time to prepare. All I could do was stand there as the man pulled me into the crook of the alley and put a pair of scissors to my throat.
"Where is he heading? tell me, tell me now, you know him" The young impulsive boy whispered into my soft tender ears pulling me into a wall against the cinder blocks of the passageway. his pale skin visible in the Dark night The boy with the red luminous eyes perceived me double checking so l wouldn't escape.
"Or i'll slash these scissors into your throat" He whispered once more this time he yelled. l felt a shiver go down my spine, my heart raced and l bit his hand out of fear. He yelled in agony falling onto the brick wall as i dashed forth snatching the scissors pointing it in the center of his head.
"What is your name?" l placed my feet above his head, hesitating a bit before asking for his name. My emotional response system calmed down "It's morel—morel Garcia" l sighed, by now he probably knew I was sentient so it was probably the best to end him off. He'll probably spread the news like wildfire if l didn't do it right now.
l crouched near him, pushing the scissors into his head but just as l was about to fully push it in l heard someone's voice- it was Demetriuse's voice. He grabbed the scissors out of my hand and threw them far, baring his canine fangs he held the golden haired man tightly in his chest.
He hadn't gone insane, l knew what he was doing and what this was back when me and Ace went on a mission to kill a family of vampires the vampires had done this. of course Ace being curious naturally studied what it was, it was our first time killing a vampire so we had no clue what the phenomenon came to be.
It was normal for older vampires to do this when they sensed someone they formed a emotional bond with was in grave danger. l would ask questions but Dee was out of control during this state of consciousness. He would attack me if l got any closer, it would be like attacking a bear's child.
After a while of hissing, Dee eventually went into a catatonic state. He didn't move, eat or sleep. He was just standing there no longer hissing but was with the earth, it was temporary for the time being but it still scared me to no end.
l picked Dee and Morel up. it said that when a vampire goes into catatonic states the people close to them would do the same given that they shared an emotional bond.
l arrived at Dees brothel putting Dee and Morel down on the floor and my coat on the cash registry. Given that vampires were very scrawny, they were easy to carry with you when they were in an unconscious state but since they didn't sleep, they would wake up after a few hours of regaining energy. l knew Dee would be pissed once he woke up to find out l hurt someone close to him but it wasn't my fault, his so called bond almost stabbed me with a pair of scissors.
l sighed and picked Dee and Morel up again carrying them up the creaky wooden stairs and into my room. There were many annotated books, pens, and a flickering light at the center of my bedrooms ceiling along with a small ticking ule clock that sat by my desk and a ton of blank papers that l could fill with artistic talent anytime, but my interest wasn't in drawing it was writing poetry and moving the world day by day.
Now that Dee or the man behind the counter as l recalled saw me, he probably knew I was sentient. I'd have to have a long talk with him about that later.l Walked over to my desk, sat down and began to write
Tonight was a full moon, and the werewolves were apparently having a feast, as I could hear them screaming their lungs out. I was surprised there were no brawls, as vampires also like to meet with their packs and gorge themselves on blood when the moon shone full.
Nothing unusual but in the midst l wondered why Dee wasn't gathering with his family and covens. I'd always assumed they were dead but it didn't seem like it. It seemed more like Dee was the one who didn't want to talk with them, but he is my friend and i'm happy to have him here with us. I didn't want to be all in his business so I left the thought behind, it was better if he resolved the issue with his parents himself, whatever it was.
l looked at the moon hands behind my back, my perfectly straightened blonde hair shining in the moonlight opposed to the dark moon outside.
