Immortal

Part 1, The Beginning (1874)

"Elizabeth get up darling, your tutor will be here shortly," called my mother Lenora, she always managed to be up at the break of dawn, I have no idea how as I could never rise without her calling me. "I'll be down in just a minute mother," I called back. I got out of bed to be greeted by my handmaid Charlotte. It was always a joy to wake up and see her waiting with my corset, she always wore a smile and greeted me with "Good morning Miss Elizabeth, did you sleep well?" "Yes I did, thank you. And what will I be wearing today?" I asked. "Well today I thought your deep purple one would be nice?" Charlotte had the most impeccable taste, I was so lucky to have her."Charlotte, you always pick out the nicest clothes, and my favourite colour too? You know me too well," I exclaimed. Charlotte smiled her brilliant, warm smile and helped me put my corset on and when it was finally tied and I had my dress on, the pain of the corset was worth it! "It's beautiful, I don't know what I would do without you," I said "My pleasure Miss Elizabeth." I smiled "I believe Mother is waiting on me so I will see you later Charlotte." She nodded and opened the door for me, she was such a sweet girl it was such a shame I had to.... never mind it wasn't all my fault.

"Good morning Mother," I said happily "Oh good you're ready dear, breakfast is on the table, eat quickly before Mister Smith arrives." Mister Smith was my tutor, he came five days a week for my schooling and gave me the same holidays I would get if I was in a school. Mother said I would get a better education if I had a private tutor so I had never attended a real school before. As a result I didn't have many friends, in truth Charlotte was my best friend. But I didn't mind because, as mother predicted, I was much smarter than all of the other girls my age at seventeen and I quite liked spending time with Charlotte.

Just as I finished my breakfast there was a knock on the door. It was not Mister Smith but a police officer. That was the day we were told my father, Mister Alexander Hall, the loving father, husband and police officer had been killed while investigating a murder case not too far from here, he got there before the rest of the officers and as the courageous man he was, he went in to investigate but little did he know, the murderer was still in there, waiting....

He or she left a note saying the next officer to come looking wouldn't be so lucky, whatever that meant. In what world does being murdered equal to being lucky? The officer explained that they were almost certain the murderer had killed him as there was so much blood but what the officers couldn't fathom was, the murderer took his body and apart from Mister Hall's blood there wasn't one clue left behind as to who this person was, not a fingerprint, not even a rib of hair or a drop of sweat.

The police had nothing to follow and in my opinion after the note, they were too scared to keep looking. So after about a month they just gave up, they all gave up except me, I didn't believe he was dead, where was his body if he was dead? A little blood doesn't proove anything, he was taken and I knew it. That little sugar coated story I got from the police was not good enough for me.

So I started doing a bit of my own investigative work and I found the files on the murder he was looking into in his office. It was a very strange murder, they had found a dead body in the same old shack where my father was supposedly murdered or as I believe taken.

The murder victim has three precise cuts, one on the neck, directly through the vein, on the right side and one on either wrist again directly through the vein but here's the weird part, there was no blood, not a drop, the cuts were merely open gashes on the skin, they were bone dry and the body was limp, entirely drained of blood....

My poor mother was so heartbroken, two months after the supposed murder she committed suicide. We found her in bed one afternoon; she never got up as her usual ungodly hour since father went missing. She had taken her life, leaving me to be an orphan. She had slit her wrists and bled to death.... It all sounded a little bit too familiar to me, slit wrists, bled to death, bit of a coincidence don't you think? Considering the way the murder victim was killed.... I was all alone, both of my parents were gone thanks to one evil murderer, it was like a horror movie and I was being saved for last. It was a horrible thought but it was always there, just lingering around in my head.

I missed my parents a lot but there was nothing I could do but move on if I ever wanted to find the truth behind the whereabouts of my father.

By my eighteenth birthday I had finished with Mister Smith and was now among the most intelligent young ladies in the country. As I was eighteen now I was no longer the orphan everybody felt sorry for, but that didn't mean I was going to give up on my father, I had gone back to that same old shack every day for the past two months now, just trying to find something, anything that would lead me to my father, usually I would find nothing.

But one day I did, it was a dirty piece of paper left purposely in the middle of the floor, I picked it up cautiously....it had old handwriting on it in black ink, it read;

Elizabeth,

If you are reading this you are a very brave girl to continue coming back here after the warning I left for the police. But for such an intelligent young lady such as yourself I am surprized you would be so stupid as to come back. You see bravery and stupidity are two very different things but I see you have managed to mix them up. Now that your father is no longer any use to me and your mother is dead, sorry for the brutality of her death but it had to be done. You see I have been watching you; you were too smart to believe your father was dead and since you're so persistent in finding me I will make it easy for you, See you soon, Sincerely, You'll know when you meet me.

Now I was scared, that psycho killed both of my parents and now he was coming for me.... I sat down a minute because I felt light headed, I had left a bottle of water here in case I ever needed it, I drank the whole thing and that's all I could remember, I must have passed out, either that or there was a little more than water in my bottle....