Bring me Back to Life: A BloodLust Trilogy

Chapter 2: My sweetest desire

Chapter 2: My Sweetest Desire

"Don stop!" I heard Nahvi shout behind me. I can't listen to her, I can't stop running. The tress passed me in a blur. One by one while the air rushed against my skin violently. My steps didn't make a sound and my breathing grew even more rampid by the second. I knew if I looked back, The shame would only be worse. All of those people. Those innocent people! For just the taste of the sweetest blood. I shook my head, and pumped my leg faster if that was even possible. The squirrels, birds and other woodland creatures all made way. They scampered at the slightest noise of my steps miles away. The inky night seemed perfect to anyone who wasnt running away from something.

I heard screams and shouts from Zheri and Tzi'karu but it only made things worse. They were so ready to forgive me and act as if none of this happened, that it made me sick and disgusted with myself. How could they forgive me so easily when I couldn't even forgive myself? How could I let myself get so out of control for just half a second? I knew that if I turned back, the memories would kill me slowly, torturing my non-existing soul. As I ran, my destination came into view. I stopped at the front of the building, gazing at it for an immeasurable moment. The intriquet patterns were as snakes slithering to the earth. Its dusky brown bricks illumanted perfectly into the night, giving off an exclusive presence. Shaking slightly, I walked slowly to the double doors, my feet crunching the grass making every step audible. I stopped, and knocked twice.

There was a brief silence before the doors opened. They didn't even make a sound, despite the thickness and amount of metal they are. The hall floors were red. The orphic night spilled into the castle, covering the dark brown walls.

"Your business?" A voice to my left called. I didn't turn to see who it belonged to, for they will know my doing by looking into my eyes.

"Master Solomon is the one I wish to speak to." I stated dryly, clenching my teeth.

"Of course, follow me." the doors closed, and I did as I was instructed. The man was human. Defenitely human. He reaked of rust and soap. He may be in his 70's for his blood to smell so un pure. "May I ask why Master Solomon?" The man asked. I clenched my teeth harder, unwilling to tell of my embarrasment. Master Solomon is one of the three Masters of our world. Including him, there is Master Claudius and Master Uriel. All of them brothers. They are apart of a family, in which were the first vampires ever. Since we live long, the crown has been passed from their parents who were the first vampires, to them. Their parents were around 60 thousand years old. Both of them driven to the insanity of long life, and killed themselves the only way we can be killed; no feeding then being burned alive. Before they did, they gave special orders to their sons, telling them their roles for the new world. Master Claudius deals with vampires who are looking for a coven or is trying to migrate without being noticed. Master Uriel only deals with the risen. Meaning people who are transformed, and they are arisen from within. That leaves Master Solomon to deal with vampires who is looking to start over and possibly wants to be hidden from the vampire world for a while. Higher authorities, our Dominances are for inforcing the rules. "I guess not." the human spoke. I ignored him, and followed him down the never ending hall. We arrived at a pale green door, and he stopped. He turned toward me, and looked me sternly in the eyes. "Do not address him without Master, never leave him waiting for your answer, and always nod when he gives you a command." he said in a well practiced voice. I gave him a slight nod, and he opened the door.

The inside of this room did not blend well with the outside appearence.

The wall dead ahead was made up if two big windows. Both had black curtains trimmed in the most finest gold. The room itself was a deep, blood curling red. Giving off the impression of mystery and death. I walked into the room, my footsteps quieted by the benighted black carpet. I stopped, and slowly turned to my right, where Master Solomon sat upon his burnished throne. His pale gold hair was brushed back into a ponytail, tucked neatly between his back and throne. His golden eyes smiled sweetly at me, as he gave me an understansing smile. I knelt down before him, if I were human, I knew I would sob. I have put him to shame.