Live Life Evermore

Death is Inevitable

Dr. Styles held out a long languid hand for me to take. I hesitated for an instant before he gave me a dashing smile, making it a point to show his teeth, and said," Well, come on. I don't bite.". At the instant he said bite, his two inscisors grew long and curved into a deathly stunning point. Just sharp enough to break the skin of his prey. Stunning, if I do say so myself. His hand was cover by a thick ,leathery, black glove that had shone perfectly in the dim lighting of the hall-way.

" Why ummm, yes. Yes,yes of course you do." I stuttered out.

The only memories I had of the life long aquaintance was of him coming to drink from my mother in the mornings and afterwards him,my father and my mother would sit for tea. But I was always sent out to play with Johnathan in the fields when he came. So when I asked how she knew Dr. Styles, she would say Dr . Styles and I have a long history. My mind instantly remembered the story she used to tell me as I was a little one. Dr. Styles was one of the seven first Vampires to come to Venice. My mother, the most piowerful White Witch, was scared for the humans because Dr. Styles and the six others of his collegues were ruthless. They dind't abide the Night Realm's law. Vampires cannot kill humans when drinking their blood and they cannot turn humans against their will. There were at least a dozen people found dead everyday and even more were dying at night due to bloodlust. My mother, Adyline, and her Circle Twilight gave the Vampires an altimatum: abide by Night Realm law, or they would ALL be killed.

"Ah, yes. That lovely story. Was it you're mother who told you?" Dr. Styles said aloud, shattering my thoughts.

I blinked a couple times to collect my thoughts before I realized what he was doing. " It's rude to intrude, hadn't your mother taught you better?"

"Oh, why, no. No, she didn't. I killed her before she got the chance.Why, Rosey,my dear, I dare not ever impose in your thoughts for the frightful things I might find in there." He said as his left eyebrow raised as if the brow itself, were questioning me.

I slightly chuckled just imagining the frightful thoughts he imagined he would find. "I assure you, Dr. Styles, I do not take party in the fun of steaking Vampires."

" Good to know." He said gently taking my hand and leading me into his office. It was a beautifully designed place. I could tell he had some rellics and old clothes from when he fought in the cold war. "Did your mother also tell you why we imprinted?" He asked encasing my hand with the other.

"Why, yes. She told me you imprinted so you could stop killing humans so much, like a treaty. And if you started breaking Night Realm law again, she would kill herself, knowing you wouldn't't survive it." I said dazing into his eyes.

"Hmmm? Is that what she told you?" He took away his hand a little surprised by what I told him. He ran his long right hand through his golden hair as if he couldn't grasp the concept. Then just like his son, he resumed his unreadable look. Expressionless. "No, my dear Primly, that's not the real reason. Oh, your mother is a true daughter of Eve, lying to her only daughter. In the strangest of ways, I find that funny." He commented pouring himself a glass of a beverage that had a horrid reek to it.

"What?" I asked giving him a questioning look. Preassumingly, my eyebrows were falling together and meeting at the middle of my forehead.

" Your mother and I imprinted simply because..... we were in love."

"What?" I questioned. I could already feel a fine trimmor take place in my chin. Everything's alright. Everything is fine. I had to keep telling myself these reassurances. For all I knew, he could be lying. But even if he were to be telling , even the slightest of truth, everything I knew would be based on a lie. My whole life would be in a shambles. Desperate to know the truth, I urged him to tell me his story. Shed some light on my quickly dimming situation." Tell. Me. Everything. I want to know. I HAVE to know."