What happens when the blood which courses through your veins is not enough? A tale about a vampire and her obsession.
The Elephant Man (John Merrick)/OC
Cover by: @midnight_pink
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John Merrick was in pain.
In fact, he was writhing in agony, feeling his bones breaking, cracking, as if someone was beating each and every bone of his body with a hammer. And he couldn't scream. It was as if he had been compelled not to.
He tried to cry, but his tears had dried.
So, then, this was death.
After that miserable, disgraced life, that was what expected him in the afterlife. Some prize. He cursed God and any other saint he ever believed.
But the torment only got worse. And worse, and worse. His skin burned. He was boiling alive and no matter how much he tried to shriek, no one, nobody, seemed to care.
And suddenly, it all stopped. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
He must have endured this agony for one or two hours.
That's when he saw his hands.
Both perfect, symmetrical hands. He felt his back. No warts or tumors. He saw his feet...
He tried not to scream for real now.
Whose were those feet?
They were like angel's feet compared to his! Was he having hallucinations?
Then...
He felt for his teeth.
Fangs.
Oh my God.
What had she done to him?!
He must look for her. And somehow, since she was his Sire, he knew where.
He knew nothing, still being a newborn. Would the sun hurt him? But didn't she always come to him in the afternoon?
He couldn't remember.
It was still dawn. He would dress like a gentleman, go out and find Saoirse.
The first thing he saw were his surroundings. There was a cottage. He entered. A red-haired woman with long, wavy hair was bent over what seemed to be a cauldron. She stopped what she was doing, looked at him, pleased, smiled and said:
"Welcome, John Merrick. Immortality suits you."
Her smile was bright and she reminded him of someone.
"Where am I?" he asked, disoriented. "Am I... dead?"
"In a way. There's someone who's looking forward to meeting you, dearest."
The woman said something in a rushed language that he could recognize as Irish, but he didn't understand.
