He sat on the corner of his large desk in his moonlit room, staring out the window into the dark forests that surrounded his house and sipped on the thick dark liquid in a crystal wine glass that he held gingerly between his thumb and finger. His eyes ran the same path they always did each night, over the same leaves and the same shadows that formed the same patterns on exactly the same patches of grass beneath the trees.
His life seemed to be just like the forest before him, the trees stuck in one place, never being able to move or explore the other parts of the forest or see new ones, his life was like the dark shadows that formed each night in the same ways on the grass; they too did not have the freedom to shape themselves the way they wanted to; they were merely the shadows of the trees, bound to them by an invisible chain like prisoners. The one difference he had though was that he was free to move around and travel the world, but the world did not hold the same interest for him that it once had. The trees also seemed to have an eternity to live, to grow slowly, but that wasn't always the case. Their lives were sometimes short-lived when humans encroached on their territory and cutting them down to clear the way for houses to be built. In a way at least that was a change but at the cost of its life; he could do that too but for some reason he never seemed to make that decision. He could end his life but for some reason some strange tie to this life, no this existence, held him in place and always made him falter when the decision to leave this mundane and long eternal existence crept into his thoughts.
He had not always thought like this but after living for almost 4 centuries, he grew tired of his existence in this world. Of course others of his kind that shared his home did not share his view on their immortal existence but then again not all of them had lived as long as he had. He had finished drinking the warm liquid and moved his eyes to the glass to follow the slow pattern his finger traced on the top of it. A heavy sigh escaped from between his lips as he returned his gaze to the dark forest. The door opened quietly and soft foot falls entered the room, trying their best to catch him off guard.
"Hello Valerie," he greeted with a knowing smile playing across his pale lips.
"I can never get you with that, it's rather annoying," Valerie replied as she slid to his side and watched his finger as it idly traced circles around the rim of his glass.
"Yes, well, when you've lived as long as I have nothing can take you by surprise."
"Seth, you do realize that the whole Coven is worried about you. They think that you may be...that you may be slipping into some form of denial or depression," Valerie tried to keep a steady voice but it seemed to falter and reduce to nothing but a whisper on the last few words.
Seth chuckled to himself at the thought of an entity like himself, a vampire, going into denial or depression-that would definitely give him a valid reason to leave this world, to take his own life-but alas he was not so lucky. He turned to look at Valerie who stared back at him with worried eyes; clearly the chuckle made her think that the others in the Coven weren't wrong.
"Valerie, I am not in denial and I'm not depressed either so please, do not look at me with such intense worry in those pretty blue eyes of yours," Seth said as he brushed his fingers across her cheek.
She closed her eyes at his soft touch and then shied away from it. If she had been human her cheeks would have flushed a rosy pink colour. She was a beautiful creature and had been when she was human. She was a small petite woman, her hair a golden blonde colour that she usually had cascading down her back was now tied up in a tight bun. Her pale white skin glowed slightly in the moonlight, and her once normal, human blue eyes now shone with a sharper and much paler colour in them. He small lips were just as pale as her skin and yet when she had fed her mouth seemed to take on the warm rose colour that Seth loved to gaze at. Perhaps that was the thing that tied him to this existence, seeing the tiny flickers of mortality that crossed a vampire's skin when they had fed, glimmers of a past he had long forgotten and yet sometimes still found himself missing. Valerie was indeed a beautiful creature and a creature that showed great amounts of affection for him, but Seth could not return to her what she felt for him.
