Black Crimson

Chapter 5 "Headless"

I lay in that tomb for ages. I didn't move. I didn't feed. I didn't blink. I knew what I was. I knew that I was a monster. Killing humans became all too easy and regular for me and the fact that I forgot I used to be a victim of life. I didn't want to live anymore. The tomb had changed in the months that I hadn't visited it. There was an infestation of black rats. They were wet and smelled like death. They squeaked all through the night and this kept me awake. That and Crimson's face in my head. Just before she had leapt out the window I knew I would never see her again. How I knew this I do not know. Maybe it was a new vampire sense I was unaware of, or maybe it was the look in her eyes. A rat crawled up my leg and I didn't even move it. It crawled onto my blood stained chest and then scurried off.

I didn't want to live anymore. I was a monster, and I was without my love. I did see her again, but I'll get to that later on in my story. As I lay in that tomb. I knew that I had to take my revenge before my time was up. I waited a few hours for night fall and then I walked into town. I passed the burnt remains of the hotel that was my home for so many months. The smell was still fresh and the once thick wooden beams where now charred thin embers. I walked around. It was strange to see this once beautiful building a pile of dust. I stepped over what looked like the remains of a small child, no more that 8 years old. I didn't feel a thing for him. It was true, my soul was gone and I was no longer human. What my vampire eyes saw was a small white object. I moved closer to it and pulled it from the ashes. I was the painting that Crimson had made of her sister just before our departure. It was in perfect condition.

"How can this be?" I muttered to myself. I brushed the ash off it and then carried it with me. I wrapped it in brown paper and I left it in the possesion of an elderly woman who lived quite close. I paid her for her troubles of course and then went away. I told the woman that I would be back to pick it up in a few days. I purchased some new clothes from a tailor just before the store closed for the night. Then I was set.

I entered into a bar. In the corner playing cards where the men I was dying to see. Bren De Mon, Jean Venomau, and the devil himself Cleamont Gold. I walked over to them, quickly and slapped money on the table.

"Can I buy in?" I spoke, I tried not to sound too threatening.

"That depends" spoke Cleamont.

"On what?" I replied looking him in the eyes. I could see inside his soul and it was emptier than my own.

"Do you play much?"

"Now and again, I'm no expert" I lied. I didn't have to be, I could read all their minds.

"Then sit" Cleamont spoke

As I sat, he looked at me and said

"Have we met before?" I wanted to say yes and rip his throat out at the table but that would be too fast and he deserved a lifetime of pain and torment.

"I don't believe so" I lied again.

"You look familiar"

We played the game, and they got talking and they got drunk. I kept my composure, making sure that I didn't say anything that might give me away. They asked me questions about myself but they didn't really care they were just making conversation. The game ended and I had lost all of my chips to Cleamont. Who was very happy about this.

"You cant win them all can you Charles" I we shook hands and as we did my mind flew back to the night Lilly was murdered.

He walked away with Bren, and Jean following close behind.

He turned to me and stared at me.

"Are you sure we haven't ever met" he said.

"I am very sure"

He walked away.

"I have a feeling that we will meet very soon".

It was around 2 am and the sun would be up in four hours. Cleamonts house was on the outskirts of town. I stalked the three of them. Bren and Jean got to the house and waved their boss goodnight. Then they continued to walk together up the cobbled street to the cheap side of town where they resided. They got near to the top of the street when they saw me. I stood in the middle of the road. They where drunk and was laughing merrily. Jean fell and landed on the floor hard with a mighty crash. I quickly moved in and grabbed Bren by the neck. I dragged him across the road and he didn't even know he was dead. I bit into his neck and with my hand I stabbed it into his chest. I grabbed hold of his heart and squeezed it so tight that it turned into pulp in my grasp.

"God shall have no pity on your soul"

I threw him, and turned around to see Jean was back on his feet and running at me with his sword. In the split second before his sword was to hit me he closed his eyes. When he opened them I was nowhere to be seen.

"Wher- where are you" he shouted.

The streets where empty just be and my victim. I sat on a wall behind him.

"Jean" I called

He spun around but the drink in his belly made him dizzy. He stepped forward but collapsed on the floor. His sword fell on the floor.

"Jean let me help you up" and I quickly put an arm around him.

"Who are you?" he said, the smell of ale was very poltent.

"Why you don't remember me?" We walked together and then I grabbed him and pushed him into a wall.

With a series of quick moves I had scratched his face and chests before he realised he was bleeding. His white line shirt was now absorbing the blood and he could start to feel the pain. He screamed in agony. He dropped to his knees. With my hands I grabbed his face.

"Look at me!" I bellowed.

He wouldn't look me in the eyes.

"Look at me"

He glanced up and I could see that the fear had sobered him up.

He looked down.

"Do you remember me?" he shook his head.

"let me remind you.." my grip was so tight that the blood from his face trickled out onto my hand.

"months ago, a man named Charles Moreau, owed Cleamont Gold some money. So Cleamont and his thugs came around to that mans house. They brought him outside and then one of the thugs carried Charles's daughter Lilly into the house and then he raped her. Then while she was screaming for her father to help her. Her throat was cut."

The tears where pouring from my eyes. He was shaking his head.

"No, it was" he said but before he could answer I interupted.

"then Charles was stabbed in the chest and left to die, but he didn't die"

"I'm sorry!" he shouted. His words fell on my deaf ears and I didn't want to listen to him.

"I'll let god pass judgement on you"

I put my mouth onto his and with my sharp teeth I bit off his tongue and spat it on the ground. His screams could have woken the dead.

I got up and walked over to his sword that lay on the floor. I picked it up and then with one almighty swing I sent his head flying into the air.

I dropped the sword next to the headless corpse and then I started my walk to Cleamonts house. I had something special planned for him...