My hand hurts from writing so much. As I massage out the palm of my hand, I look down at my note.
Vampires are far more complicated than what we have been let on about. Much more than what the media tells us. And I am here to expose all of it, from the inside. I have been kept against my will with these subhumans. And for reasons unannounced to me, they need me. So I shall use this time to gather information that my brain is allowed to remember. And you heard me right, ALLOWED TO REMEMBER. Because they can erase your memory, you can think that you went and did something. However, that might not be true. Which in New York, stuck with the most powerful vampire of all, is downright terrifying. I can only do so much with the information that I have, but I will sacrifice my sanity for my craft.
The first piece of information that I think is important is vampires let off a 'bonding' scent. In the state that I am in, I am unsure as to why. The feeling is erotic, it makes every fiber in the human body alive, almost as if the feeling is mutual.No I did not do anything with any of them I want that to be clear. Luckily I had vervain in my system, which comes to my next piece of information. Right before it could become more before I could have tipped over the edge that I now would regret I came to, but I can describe the feelings in the moment of their blood lust. It makes humans not know what they feel. This intense feeling seems to be heightened when they are in 'blood lust'. Blood lust occurs when the vampires are hungry, they coax the person/human that they want to feed on to them. Making their bodies naturally react to it, wanting the action to occur. This, however, can be counteracted with the use of vervain. Vervain is an herb that can be grown much like rosemary or thyme. It's a natural herb, but unlike its cousins that are used to flavor food. This herb is to wear off what vampires call compulsion. Vervain can be ingested through eating the plant or using it a jewelry. It can be worn in a necklace, or bracelet as I have seen until the flower is 5 days old. After that it becomes less potent and needs to be changed. When it's ingested it can only last up to 24 hours, as I was told it's much like a human birth control, needing to be taken each day to stop compulsions.
However, much as we know. Different families and lineages of vampires have different effects on humans. The older the vampire the less the vervain works. Hence why each of us should wear it as a precaution. I have taken seeds from the estate that I am currently at, and will mail those seeds to the publishing company in New York, so plants can be made and more seeds can be given to more cities.
All I can write as of now is that vampires are more powerful than we imagined. And how can we trust what they say if we can't remember what they say?
I feel the back of my eyes strain as I write the last of my message. I have to find a way to mail this out without it getting seen by the vampires or anyone else staying at the house. Which seems almost impossible.
As I try to think of all possible avenues that I can take, I hear a knock on the door. Quickly I place the letter into the drawer of the vanity that I am sitting at and start to place another blank piece of paper into the typewriter.
"Come in," I say rolling the dial that feeds the paper in.
"Hard at work," I hear a thick dark voice say. It sends chills down my spine, flooding my mind with memories of our last encounter.
"Well.... seeing as I don't have any other options I thought I might try to do some work while I am held captive. And almost used as a human blood supply," I say not looking up from the typewriter. I know that I shouldn't speak to him this way, I know who he is. And I am acutely aware of what he can do to me with me having little control of what I can do about it. And yet, I can't help but allow the words to fly out.
I once again smell the rich scent I smelled yesterday. Knowing now what it means it should repulse me. I should have yelled even louder at him. Tell him to leave, to let me go back home to where I should be. Back to my normal life, people will start looking for me and they will start asking questions. However, it does the opposite to my emotions.
I feel my muscles relax, almost as if the smell feels like a deep tissue massage. My clenched jaw relaxes, and my mind eases. Before I can allow myself to completely drift into it, my ears become aware of a voice speaking.
"That is why I came here to your room. I wanted to apologize for my.... uh forthcoming," Gerard says clearing his throat. Like he choked over the words.
This action jerks me out of my trance. Has this man never apologized for anything? To anyone? He is old, as we know vampires can live for a long time after talking to the girls. I know that he is very old, weren't people more polite back then? Didn't apologies spew as frequently as curse words do now?
I gaze over the vanity, looking at the typewriter and the recorder sitting on the table. I start to bite my lip and the cogwheels turn in my head at the question I want to ask. If there is any time I have the upper hand, it would be now. And as a journalist, it would be against my nature not to adventure down this path.
"If you really want to apologize. You would sit down on the bed and we can at least finish the interview," I say looking up towards the mirror to look at him.
He is as strikingly handsome and mesmerizing as any time I have seen him. Unlike yesterday though, his under eyes have returned to a normal color and his face is more youthful. He isn't as curled into himself, his back straight as a board. He looks the part of the cold and calculated kingpin that he is known as.
He glances at me through the mirror as well meeting my gaze, he then glances at the objects on the vanity before taking a deep inhale and reaching for something in his suit pant pocket. I allow my gaze to follow his hand movements. They are delicate and pointed as if it is a routine movement of his. I watch as two gold square objects come out. One wider and flatter and one looking like a lighter. He looks towards the bed and starts to walk over towards it.
As he walks over he pushes an invisible button on the larger square that flips open to reveal cigarettes and takes one out. I watch as he clicks it close, and replaces it in his pocket before sitting softly on the bed. I track the movement of his hands as he brings the cigarette to his lips, dipping his head as he does and some pieces of his hair fall over his forehead. Once the object reaches his lips he slightly runs it horizontally on his lips before bringing a flame that I hadn't noticed he ignited towards the rolled tobacco.
A puff of smoke clouds in front of his face as he kills the flame and jerks his head up, locking eyes with me with such intensity I feel the air in my lungs become scarce.
"I thought you would never ask sugar," Gerard says puffing out smoke, "after all we met for my story."
Hello...ok bye.
