Black Crimson

Chapter 6 "Lucifer"

I walked down the paved road towards the end of my tale. The blood from Jean's corpse was still warm on my clothes. I knew what I would do, to him I had it all planned out. I reached the bottom of the road and took a left turn and there I was. Outside Cleamont Gold's house. I jumped up and headed into his bedroom. It was a large room, with expensive paintings and ornaments dotted around the edge. The bed was rather big for just one man. It was a four poster bed and the sheets where slightly transparent. The room was empty, apart from myself.

I sat on the dresser with my legs crossed. The door opened and Cleamont walked in with a candle in his hands. He placed thcandle down on a small bedside table and then he shivered as the room was quite cold. He walked around the bed and closed the window.

"Hello Cleamont" I said. My voice was soft. He spun around and could not see anybody. He looked at the dresser but I had long gone. That was my favourite about my vampire powers.

"Who's there?" he muttered. His voice was heavy with fear. I was lying on the bed, stretched out as if I was going to sleep. I wanted this moment to last forever make him suffer like I had suffered.

"You don't remember me, but let me tell you this, I haven't stopped thinking about you for a long time"

He heard my voice come from the bed and he walked towards it. I could see right through the sheets that lay around the bed, as my eyes where not mortal eyes, but all he could of seen was a dark figure.

His hand quickly pulled the sheet and revealed, nothing. I was quicker than death itself.

He looked into the bed and he was confused to whether the voice was real or just in his head. The voice was real. I was standing directly behind him and the blood in his neck was screaming to me "feast". He turned around and again, I was gone. But when he turned back towards the bed I was there. Staring him in the eyes.

"You, from the bar" he said.

"Me from the bar" he didn't understand.

"what do you want?" he quivered as he said this.

"I want to tell you a story of a murder that happened some time last year" and then I retold the story of that night. He jumped back when he realised that I was Charles Moreau, and that I had out ran death.

"You, you died"

"I did indeed die, but that was just my mortal death, you see I was reborn as an immortal"

He tried to make a dash for the door but I grabbed him, and threw him against the wall. He hit the wall and crashed to the floor. He hit the floor and tried to get up as quick as he could. I moved to him, and I grabbed his face.

"are you going to kill me?" he asked.

"yes" I replied, his face was blank.

"But I'm going to give you a new life, that is worse than death"

He looked at me now, his eyes were full of panic and I dived into his flesh. I bit so hard that he couldn't even feel the ecstasy coursing through his veins. All I heard was the sounds of him choking. I stood up, the blood trickled down my chin and dripped to the floor. He was dying on the floor.

"I am the devil himself now, and you don't deserve hell, I have a special place in mind for you"

When he woke up, he could not move very much. He could not see, and he could hardly breath. I sat on top of the coffin that he lay inside. I felt him wake up and the pain and confusing inside the coffin was orgasmic to me. It had been five days since I had killed him, and now he had just woken up into his immortal life. Only to be locked in a cage forever. In the dead of night I had snook into his house and stole his corpse. I took him to the fields miles and miles away from the city and I had dug a hole fourteen foot into the ground.