Gabriel (Book 1)

Going Across the Country...

I will figure out the date soon.

Time has stopped. Time has no value anymore. Not like it every did. For as long as I can remember I've been waiting to die, or waiting to live, or waiting for an answer which would never come. My first sunrise and sunset have molded into one huge sunrise and sunset, a never ending occurrence. Being a vampire, nothing is ever a surprise, and nothing ever ends. The only thing that I dream about missing is my last sunset. I get a first, and billions of others...but never a last.

I spent the entire morning walking towards a village and now I've finally reached a house. A 30-year old woman inside and 2 younger children. I set my objects down outside the house and kick open the door.

"'Hunny, Im home.'" I smile.

The woman drops her cooking pot and the children scream.

"'Ajutor! Cineva de ajutor! Cine esti tu? Ce faci aici?'" (Help! Someone help! Who are you? What are you doing here?) She shouts at me.

I walk into the room and stroll through the kitchen. I can only imagine how good the food must smell to the family, but to me it smells repulsive.

"'Stop strigând! Acesta iti va face nici un bine. Eu pot ucide tine si familia ta înainte de a deschide gura din nou.'" (Stop shouting! It will do you no good. I can kill you and your family before you open your mouth again.)

She clamped her mouth shut and put her arms around her two boys.

I pick up a giant kitchen knife and saunter over to the boys, "'Bună ziua acolo. Cum să vă spun despre mama ta să meargă-mi nişte haine şi nişte bani?'" (Hello there. How about you tell your mother to go get me some clothes and some money?).

The older boy pulled his mother into the back.

"'Tu acolo. Care este data?'" (You there. What is the date?) I question the small boy.

"'Februarie al cincilea rând, domnule.'" (February 5th, sir.) He stammered.

"'Shit! I can't believe I was there for three months! It only felt like three days.'" I mumbled under my breath.

"'Domnule,'" The little boy yanked on my pants, "'Ai de gând să ne omoare?'" (Sir, Are you going to kill us?) He asked.

I sighed and looked at the knife in my right hand, "'Nu încă.'" (Not today.)

The woman and older son return with a pile of clothes and a lot of cash.

"'I will spare your lives since you cooperated.'" I turn to the door and before I exit I turn around, "'Oh, I almost forgot.'" I aim and throw the knife.

The woman screams and turns her head to the side and looks at the knife now embedded in her wall. When she and her sons look up, I am gone.

I have the clothes she gave me on, the money in my pockets ($1,000) and my paintings and containers under my arms.. I run into town and to the post office.

"'English?'" I ask the guy at the counter.

He rolls his eyes, "'Yes.'"

"'Good. I need you to wrap these paintings and send them to this address,'" I write down the address of the house in Ireland, "'in a month and a half.'"

The guy takes my paintings, looks at the one of me and stares with wide eyes.

"'I take it you hate your job? That it's boring? You want to kill yourself, don't you?'" I ask.

He looks close to tears and finally they fall. Crap! I was just joking!

"'Your right! So, so right! This is a boring job and I have a boring life!'" He grabs onto my shirt, "'You have no idea how many times I've tried to kill myself but it backfired!'"