Louise A Vampire's Story (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Four (Re-Edited)

My mind was denying all that Edmond had said.

Denying it, and yet my mind would still connect the situation's realities, making me feel all the more uneasy about the truth.

Two days had passed since Edmond revealed to me what he did on that dreadful night of my mother's death. Part of me still didn't believe that he was trying to save my mother. If that was true, then why did she scream?

Was it because Edmond had appeared before her, trying to stop her but saw his true nature, or was it all just more lies that he wished for me to believe?

I remained in the room, refusing to leave, curled up on the bed like a frightened child, refusing to have anything Edmond to give me. At first, I would lock the door, but he had a key, and it would just be a foolish attempt even to keep trying such a thing. My throat burned for something to drink. My teeth ached in need to bite something. For a moment, I thought to find Edmond and ask for something to help ease the pain, willing to swallow my stubbornness to ease the pain when the door came open. I shrank further into my bedsheets as Edmond strode over to me with a fierce expression etched into his features.

"Louise, you cannot keep going like this." He said sternly as he stood at the end of my bed. "You need to drink. Yet you have had none. You realize that you will wither away if you continue on this path until you are nothing more than dust. Or become something worse."

I wanted to speak up, but I was too scared to do so. Edmond just looked at me; his face slowly changed to remorseful.

"Louise, I am sorry for what I had done to you. I truly am. And not a minute goes by where I wish there were a way to reverse this, but I cannot. I do not want to watch you waste away as such."

After a long heavy silence, I spoke. "What did you mean by drink? When the maids came, they had brought wine. How would that help me?" He just stared at me, and as the silence grew, I finally caught on to his meaning. "Oh my god, it's not wine, is it?"

"Louise, you need blood," he stated. "And if you will not drink willingly, I will have to force you if you continue like this. But I will only do that as a last resort." He came to my bedside and placed a wine bottle and an empty glass next to it. "So, please drink this. It will not taste as good cold, but it is better than nothing. And it may make you feel less unnatural as well."

I eyed him with suspicion as he opened the bottle, poured the dark red liquid into the glass and offered it to me. My eyes darted back from the glass to his face, doing it twice. I had mentally told myself that he intended to play no tricks.

Slowly I reached for the glass from his hand with both of mine. I looked down at it. To others, it may have well looked like dark rich red wine, but I could smell the copper tang of blood. My nose wrinkled at it when I smelled it. "What is this?" I asked, noting that it somehow smelled different than the remnants of blood in my home.

"It is animal's blood," he stated. "I know that you are not the kind who would be willing to drink human's blood, something that should have occurred to me instantly when you rejected the maid who was with me. It should make things somewhat easier for you."

I looked back at the blood. "So, would animal blood make this, I suppose, a type of vegetarian blood then? Since it is not human blood, I mean, if that makes any sense?"

I had heard countless times from the woman that my mother knew. That some people do not eat any form of meat, either for personal reasons or on the rare occasion their practiced religion. As such, they called themselves vegetarians.

So perhaps if I were only to drink the blood of animals instead of human beings, I could then view myself as such instead of a monster, but right after I spoke those words, Edmond shattered my hopes.