The Immortal Blood #Wattys2016

Chapter One

'Dearest William

If I can still call you my brother, I shall.

You know what I have become; the monster's blood is my own.

If you find me on your travels, I beg of you, finish me off. I don't want to suffer like this... become one of them.

They killed her, both of them and I have to live with that forever. How can I fight that for eternity, live with the knowledge? I failed to protect them.

My arrogance was what killed them, I know that. I wanted to rid London of vampires, wanted it so badly I misjudged how many I killed.

I must've left one alive, three at most alive.

William, I beg of you to find their bodies, bury them with respect and honour.

I am running, running from the very monsters I am and the kind of hunter I once was.

I caught wind of a cure, if it's real then there's a chance I might be human, I might fight for my own survival. Perhaps I will be able to battle these cravings but realistically, how long for? How long until I kill? How long will I last before my hunger tears into me, ripping into me? Not long enough it seems.

I feel it, William; I feel the hunger burning inside of me. How long will it be before I am a monster on your list?

I beg of you, if you care for me, kill me before I lose my sanity and only see the blood. If you care for me, I beg of you, end my suffering before I lose the fight completely and become one of them.

I don't want to be your enemy. I want to be your brother; however I know I am slowly dying inside.

How long will it before I forget about them both? How long will it be before I become a nightmare, a human nightmare and an evil menace on this earth?

I want to fight but I feel it breaking me. Every day I resist is a day I grow closer to killing someone. I know it, the monster will control me. I know that the demonic monster will kill me, which ever part of me within is clinging onto life. I am frightened of it but I can't stop it. How will that honour Amanda or Sophie? Seeing their father kill fleets of innocent men or women and children like they were before they were taken, is that what they will be made to see, their father killing innocent people again and again and again?

I am a monster and monsters get put down. If you still care for me, I beg you, put me down too. I have been torn, my blood tainted by the demonic creature that still lives.

What have I got left to lose? Nothing but my soul, that is the only thing left that remains uncorrupted. Soon it shall be corrupted, soon I will taste blood again as I did his.

I shall continue my duties, hunting down the monster that created me. Perhaps the old wives tale is true, perhaps there's a way to reverse the vampirism but in truth, I do not know.

If I see no sign of your arrival in three days' time, I shall go and attempt to rid the world of the evil that I left behind.

Jack'

He deserved to know the truth and not be told some other version of it. I was not going to stop the fight until it was over. Once I had completed my task and killed that monster, I was going to let myself die along with them, turn myself in.

I waited the promised three days. No one was there, not a single person was there, coming for me. I took it as a sign and travelled to Manchester. It was an area crawling with hunters and with vampires. I kept my head down, hoping I didn't look too obvious. Pale skin, bronzy hair, eyes now blue with a soft red tinge, a couple of obvious vampire traits, clear if someone looked at me clearly, looked deeply into my eyes and saw it but I avoided the humans and human contact, catching late trains, avoiding busy and frequented areas.

If I was going to get to the vampire, I had to track his killings. I didn't have all my vampire 'gifts' until I fed, being able to search for my creator, sense he was there was one of them. Without it, he had the advantage but I had a thirst of a different kind, one that would send him crawling on all fours once I found him. I had the most brutal thirsts, one that only his death could sate. A thirst for vengeance against the monster that killed my family and butchered them burnt their bodies as if they were nothing. I was going to have their blood and my family their ashes. 

As angry as I was, I was not at full strength. I could feel my hunger burning deep within me but vengeance, the lust for vengeance was fuelling me as I ran, looking like a fast human, I ran. My heart did not beat, I did not sweat nor smell but I could smell everything, from food in people's cars to their blood type. I was one of them, a monster but in the human's eyes, I was one of them, a human. To myself I was a vampire with an angry human soul and taste for vengeance. The vampires would pay for their crimes; killing them both... that's what they'd pay for.

For a man to become a monster, he had to be harmed, close to death. The monster would then do the cruellest it could do, bring him from the point of death using its own blood to taint the human's blood, making them a monster. A sickening thing yet all too common it seemed. I felt sick inside, the taste of that thing was still there on my lips, like a stain I couldn't scrub off.