Louise A Vampire's Story (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Two (Re-Edited)

"What have you done, Edmond?" I demanded, yet my voice was almost gone from the shock of what I was seeing. But with his ever-growing silence, I bit down on my words and rushed over to my mother, only to find the moment I touched her skin did I realize that she was now still and lifeless. My mind told me she was dead, but my heart did not wish it to be true. I continued to stare down at my mother's eyes. Eyes that were still open, seeing how those blue depths became glassy as the flicker of life left her, seeing this made it even more challenging to accept. And what warmth remained slowly began to fade away.

Tears clouded my vision, threatening to fall. A moment passed, then another and my beloved mother showed no signs of life. But I was able to almost instantly tell how her skin grew cold against the warmth of my own as I stared helplessly at the lifeless body that was my mother. My hands continued to clutch her close to me, shaken with grief over the realization as I was unable to hold back my sobs. First, my father, then my older brother, and now it was my mother. Everyone I loved so dearly had died. Died and left me within this world that not merely seemed to be too cruel.

I continued to cry, forgetting my surroundings within this moment. Nothing else mattered within this small piece of time. Until I felt a large hand rest along my back, my whole body became numb, that hand which felt cold, cold like my mother as a slow sense of dread began to enter my mind. My eyes grew wide as I began to hold my fearful breath in anticipation. Anticipation for my demise by that man's hand, which now lay gently against my back.

But nothing happened.

Once again, a moment passed. Then another, and as the third one began to come full circle, I realized that this man, the man I had trusted for years, wanted me to look at him.

Everything I had told me not to screamed at me to run away, to not look into his face, but slowly I turned, ignoring my intuition and listened to my horrid curiosity. When my eyes met him, my heart almost stopped.

His expression on his face showed sympathy, showed compassion and sadness that almost overshadowed my own. This man killed my mother, and he had the nerve to look as such to me?

Anger began to overshadow my sadness as I looked at him. How dare he, how dare he after what Edmond did to my mother, I wanted to lung at him, to hit him, to hurt him the same way he had done to her. But that just was not possible for me. Edmond could easily overpower me with a fraction of effort, something I knew innately.

Yet a small question began to implant itself in the back of my mind, he was covered in my mother's blood but, had killed her? There was not much in the way of blood loss, from what I could tell. Something about all this did not sit right with me.

So, against my other emotions, I asked him, my voice filled with grief. "What did you do? What happened here?"

Edmond was quiet for a moment, as though trying to find the right words, one of his hands clenched at his side. "It was not my intent to harm her..." he spoke in that soft voice of his as he took a step forward while I steeled myself, knowing I would have no choice but to flee soon, leaving my mother. The realization was a horrible thought. I did not wish to leave her here with him like this. But for me to escape, I had to leave her. I could only hope that my mother's spirit would understand and not hate me for such thoughts.

"Then why is she dead?" I demanded as I gently placed my mother's body on her bed and closed her eyes completely, my gaze lowered to her as she looked almost serenely in death. As though she were nothing more than sleeping, even though that within itself was a lie. Edmond had almost flinched when I looked up at him with a glare as I slowly took several steps back from my now deceased mother and him, wanting to keep myself as close to the open door as humanly possible. I needed answers, but not at the cost of being trapped. If he were to reach for me, I would run. "What did you do?"