Harrington's Journal

Chapter 16: May 17th - Buried

May 17th

I've packed my things as quickly as I could, stuffing extra set of fine clothes into my backpack. I prepared to leave the castle early in the morning. However, as I exited the room and hurried my way downstairs, Roseangela or rather Andrea was there waiting for me. I knew what she was thinking. It was obvious. The look of her worried face gave it away.

"You're leaving?" she asked with one eyebrow cocked up.

"I'm sorry, but I do not belong here," I replied, trying not to look into her eyes.

"But if you leave you will-"

"I know! What else am I supposed to do Andrea?" I asked.

"I told you not to call me that," she muttered grimly.

I sighed with vexation. "Tell me, do you love me?"

"Yes," she simply replied.

"Then why? Why are you altering my mind?"

"Because I'm afraid that I will lose you, that you won't love me!"

Once again I sighed. "Humans and vampires, mortals and immortals are not meant to be with each other. I can only pick one and I chose not to live this life. What you're doing to me, is unacceptable. And seeing you like this, making me feel this way again, I don't think that I could love you." I made my way to the door. "Please, don't try to stop me."

I slammed the door shut. I knew that I was being harsh, and to leave it like this? Was there any other way? I was angry. I could not control how I feel about this. I wanted her to know how I feel. In the end, we were different – we were always different. She a vampire and I a human. Her gifted immortality will bring about pain and sorrow, as she will watch me age if I were to stay with her. Of course, I could become a vampire myself, but if I were to be one I will be known as a defiled bloodthirsty creature, a disgusted lifeform which I do not deserve to become. 

I never wanted to be a beast, a lifeless persona that is feared in folklores. This is not what I wanted from the very beginning. He and she are monsters, nothing more and nothing less. I tried to commingle with them hoping that there was something more behind these creatures, but their kindness was a façade and they would come close to me, hoping to take just one bite into my flesh. This was something that I've risked doing, and this was how I ended up. They were no different, just...fiends of this world.

When I went out, cold air pinched my skin. The garden of this castle was quite large but lacked in beauty. Since there was no sun, the flowers came out grey and lifeless. Cobblestone paths led from four directions towards a functional fountain that sat in the middle. Down a path between bristled hedges was a large iron gate. But the iron gate was a pathway that sloped down to a forest. I must wait for Dravis at the gate, for he shall help me escape. I wondered, how is he going to help me find my way back?

"So, you have come?" said a voice from behind.

My whole body was then dragged by a powerful force. Suddenly, my body went over the gate and I was being pull down the hill. My feet scrapped against earth, leaving behind a small trail of dust. Hands pushed me down into a coffin, which sat in a hole that was about ten feet deep. I quickly looked up to see Dravis standing above me. A sickening grin wept up his face. I tried to get up but he placed his foot on my chest to stop me from escaping.

"This should put you in your place," he hissed. "You will never see to Roseangela again when your dead!" He pulled the lid over the coffin, trapping me in darkness. I banged my sweaty fists against the wood, but it will not budge. I then heard a thump on the coffin and I knew that Dravis was tossing dirt into the pit.

As he was chucking dirt back in its place I heard him said, "She won't be able to find you and once I'm done burying you alive, I'm going to make Rose pay for her insolence."

I could feel the air constricting my lungs, making me gasp rapidly.

"This will be the last of you, Harrington."

The thumping stopped. Everything went silent. It was dark. Very dark. The sound of my uneven breathing amplified. I was sure that I was going to die. I tried screaming for help, but I doubt no one heard me.

Every second felt like minutes. I began to count in my head. One, two, three seconds had passed. Four, five, six...It went on. Just as I was beginning to lose conscious, the coffin started to shake violently. I was tossed back and forth, and I quickly reacted by sticking my arms on each side of the coffin to hold myself steady. The shaking then stopped. The lid cracked open and I was greeted by a the pale moonlight, as well as a familiar face.

Harrington. H