Victor the Vampire - Book One

Chapter 2 - The Breakup

As Sian stirred from her restless slumber, her mind muddled with confusion, she felt a dull ache radiating from her neck and breast.

She furrowed her brow, her mind working to make sense of what had happened. How had she come to be injured in the night? Try as she might, she couldn't recall any specific event that might explain the bloodstains on her nightdress. As she thought about the evening in the garden, she felt ashamed as the memory of her pleasuring herself came back to her. "What if the neighbours saw her?"

With a shrug, Sian decided not to dwell on the matter. It was likely just a  scratch from a thorn or a bite from an insect, perhaps. It seemed like the most logical explanation.

Feeling a sense of discomfort lingering in her body, Sian decided to take a day off work to rest and recuperate. The dull ache in her neck and breast persisted, leaving her feeling drained and uneasy. As she moved through her morning routine, the longing for nicotine gnawed at her, urging her to seek solace in the familiar comfort of a cigarette.

With a sigh, Sian grabbed her coat and headed out to the supermarket, her steps slow and deliberate, her thoughts consumed by the craving that pulsed through her veins.

Entering the supermarket, Sian made her way to the tobacco aisle, her heart racing with anticipation. She scanned the shelves, her eyes searching for her usual brand of cigarettes. Spotting the familiar packaging, she reached out and grabbed not just a few, but a handful of packs, her fingers trembling with anticipation.

As she made her way to the checkout counter, Sian couldn't help but feel a sense of relief wash over her. The promise of her favourite cigarettes was a welcome distraction from the discomfort that lingered in her body, offering a brief respite from the worries that plagued her mind.

With her purchase in hand, Sian made her way back home, the weight of the cigarettes nestled in her pocket like a comforting weight. As she settled onto the couch, she lit up her first cigarette of the day, the familiar taste and smell bringing a sense of calm to her troubled mind.

For a brief moment, the aches in her body faded into the background, replaced by the temporary bliss of nicotine. As she exhaled a plume of smoke into the air, Sian allowed herself to forget, if only for a moment, the darkness that lurked just beyond the edges of her reality.

As the day unfolded, Sian found herself sinking deeper into the cushions of the couch, the weight of her troubles pressing down upon her like a heavy blanket. With each cigarette she smoked, she felt a fleeting sense of relief wash over her, the nicotine offering a temporary escape from the discomfort that lingered in her body.

But one cigarette led to another, and then another, until the packets began to pile up around her in a haze of smoke and ash. The minutes stretched into hours, the smoke swirling around her like a cocoon, wrapping her in its embrace and shielding her from the outside world.

With each drag of the cigarette, Sian felt herself slipping further away from reality, the boundaries between past and present blurring together in a fog of smoke and uncertainty. She tried to push aside the partial memories of the night before, to bury them beneath layers of smoke and distraction, but they lingered in the back of her mind like stubborn shadows, refusing to be ignored.

Hour after hour passed in a blur of smoke and solitude, until finally, the sun began to dip below the horizon and darkness descended upon the world outside. With a heavy sigh, Sian stubbed out her cigarette, the taste of smoke lingering on her lips like a bitter reminder of the choices she had made.

Sian heard the familiar sound of her husband's key turning in the lock, a spark of anticipation ignited within her. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine the warmth of his embrace, the comforting familiarity of his touch. But as he stepped through the doorway, his expression darkened with disapproval, and her hopes were dashed against the jagged edges of his anger.