Immortal Souls (Book 1. Unknown Desires)

Chapter One

Chapter 1. A New Start

Life is an endless journey. Seriously, it is. I've been literally walking for two days straight now. Crossing rivers and climbing mountains. There seems to be no end to this path that I'm on. I've been walking on this endless field of grass for ages now. Although the light breeze that blew through the grass made this journey much more peaceful.  As the day went by and the sun began to set, I finally came upon a forest. It was getting dark so I might as well keep going anyways. I made it this far so there was no point in stopping here.

As I walked through the dark forest, all I can think about is my past. I don't really remember much about it. But I do remember how I used my red eyes to show a person's worst fear happen in front of them. That made it a lot easier for me to feed on them so that they couldn't run away. I inherited this curse from my father's side. He calls it a gift. But what kind of gift makes people suffer? I also remember all the different emotions that I felt during those times. The pain. The fear. The anger. And of course, the hunger for blood. I can still taste it on my tongue just thinking about it. Great. I went a full week without thinking about blood and now I just made myself hungry. Smart move.

The further I walked into the forest, I checked to see if there were any deer or any other animals roaming around. Or better yet, humans. I can't remember the last time I fed on a human. All I can remember is how delicious the taste was. How it made me go into my rage state and made me crave it more. But that was a long time ago. I'm tired of hurting innocent people. I don't want to be that blood sucking monster that I used to be the night that I was turned. Although this anger and this hunger makes it very difficult for me to change my ways. It's been awhile since I've actually settled down. Come to think of it, it's been too long. Maybe it's time that I should just forget about the past. Live a new life. Just keep moving forward and never look back. Don't even think about the past. Although, no matter what I do, the past will still haunt me for the rest of my life. But I guess I can always shut off my emotions like I always do. That way, I don't have to feel emotions the way humans do.  Maybe I should try and live my life like a normal person, even though I'm way passed normal. But I think I can manage. It's time to start over and have a new start.

As I walked deeper and deeper into the forest, I can suddenly start to hear voices. Lots of them too. Maybe I'm getting close to a small town or something. Either that, or just a bunch of stupid, drunk teenagers camping in the forest. It doesn't matter though. I'll somehow find a way out of this forest and find where these voices are coming from. Hopefully, I can try and control my hunger along the way. If not, well, can't say I didn't try. Although it's just going to be another painful reason of why I want to change. I walked even further and the voices started to increase. I peeked through the trees to see that I've finally ran upon a small town called Krystic Mountain. Not the best looking town, but it will have to do.

I started walking my way down the streets, examining every part of the town. As I walked around the town, I noticed that everybody here seem to be very friendly and happy. Although that slightly irritated me a bit because I'm not used to being surrounded by happy people. Especially the ones that randomly come up to you and try to automatically become your friend. But I have to act as normal as I can. Who knows? These people might seem happy on the outside, but inside they can turn out to be evil, vicious vampire hunters. And if that's the case, that would just give me another reason to feed.

I walked around the town a little more to see if I can find a leasing office. So far, all I've seen were small houses, a couple restaurants, a high school, and a church. I ran upon a market and decided to buy a couple items for tomorrow. As I finished picking out all my things, I put them on the counter to have them rung up. As the cashier bagged my groceries, I payed him and walked out. I wanted to look around a little more. This town seemed like a pretty good place to just settle down and relax.

But the further I walked into this town, I started to get flashbacks. Like, I've been here before. With every step I took, this town starts to look more and more familiar. From the streets, to the houses. Even the name Krystic Mountain sounded oddly familiar. I thought in mind that for a second I was completely losing it. All these flashbacks and memories coming back to me all at once that I could barely think straight. Then, it finally hit me. Every memory I had of this place finally came back to me. I used to live in this town a long, long time ago.

I walked along a familiar street called Amber Street, where I found a house. A big house. Though, it's not a mansion nor too big to be just a regular house. Almost looks like a newly refurbished, overpriced brick house. It was a very beautiful house. I stood there admiring every part of the house. But something about this house seemed oddly familiar. Like I've seen this house before. The double, wooden doors, the circular driveway, the double hung windows, the rose garden, even the brick like feature of the house. Everything looked strangely familiar. The longer I looked at the house, the more easier it was for me to regain my memory. I remember it now. I used to live here and this was MY house.

It still looks the same after all these years. I walked inside the house to see if all the furniture have been removed. It's been so long that after such a long time, somebody could've possibly moved in already. As I walked in, it was just how I remembered it. Everything was the way it was over 100 years ago. The living room was still the same. With its Brazilian cherry wooden floor, the big, leather couch, the oval shaped, crystal coffee table, the burgundy curtains, the antiques and paintings hanging on the walls, and of course, my brother's shelf of ancient books. Or as he likes to call it, research. I walked out of the living room to see that the dining room and kitchen were still the same as well. The long, wooden dinner table, the crystal chandeliers that hung from the ceiling, our double doored, silver fridge, even the marbled tiled floor. I ran upstairs to see how my room looked like after all these years. I bet it's pretty messy. I don't remember cleaning it the last time I was here. As I opened the door, there it was. It hasn't changed one bit. My king sized bed with its detailed, wooden frame, my walk in closet, my own bathroom, my hand carved, wooden desk made from the great white oak tree. Everything just the way it was.

I searched every bit of the house, but no one seemed to live here. Nothing about the house seemed different and I didn't pick up any unfamiliar scents in the house. I couldn't help but feel curious that after so many years, the house remained the same. It's been over 100 years and no one ever thought about buying this house? This house was absolutely gorgeous and perfect. Who wouldn't want to buy this house? Although, there could be a slight possibility that the house was still under my brother's name. Now come to think of it, I remembered that my brothers and I were the ones who used to live here.

I started to wonder if my brothers were still alive. I mean, I know that we got separated and haven't seen each other since, but I couldn't help but wonder where they are. I've been alone for so many years that being in this house only made me feel even more lonely. I was beginning to have second thoughts about living in this house again. Do I really want to live in a place where every inch of the house will bring back nothing but unforgettable memories? But I really had no where else to go. I knew that I would be lonely and I knew that being here would just bring back painful memories. But I didn't want to let that bother me and stop me from moving on to my new life. All I knew was that I was just happy to be back home. My real home.