Louise A Vampire's Story (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Five (Re-Edited)

I had returned to Edmond's home taking my coat back upstairs to my room, so I could then change in peace. The maids, as I had come to discover there were only seemingly three in total who worked for Edmond. Two of which were identical twins close to, if not at my age. While the other who seemed almost elderly in her years and looked to be the one in charge. All three where off doing something else for their master while I did my best to leave them be so as to not disturb them. Partly because I wanted to be alone and clear my head of jumbled thoughts.

Now however, I knew of what Edmond was and what I was as well in subsequent. I had no intention of taking blood from human beings. It was still nauseating to me, and I was not sure as to how long I would remain as such or if it would gradually change over time. I shuddered to think as to how I would one day act if that were true. If I were to lose myself in the craving for blood, killing anyone in my wake just to sate my own hunger.

Closing the door behind myself I leaned against it letting out a tried breath, my entire being felt exhausted, everything inside myself kept saying to lay down and rest. I pulled off my veiled hat and white gloves dropping them to the bed not caring if anyone saw. In my quite solitude I removed my black mourning dress, bustle, corset and undergarments before pulling out all of the pins in my pale hair, letting it fall down around my shoulders.

I paused when I saw myself in the mirror; I had a reflection, something I had never truly noticed before. In the stories and legends, I heard that vampires had no reflection to speak of and yet there I stood in the nude, looking at my own body which now felt alien to me. As if it had been so long since I saw my own reflection.

My skin looked pale, slightly paler than normal, almost as if I was ill with some unknown sickness. My eyes then went to the puncture wounds that rested along the nape of my throat.

Once again, my hand reached up, fingers lightly going over the wound, I could still feel a numbing pain, a pain that lingered but the wound showed no signs of vanishing.

I wrapped my arms around myself and closed my eyes while turning away from the mirror no longer wanting to see my reflection that I now began to regret seeing.

Slowly I walked to my bed and put on my nightgown which was laid out for me, I had no makeup on, so I did not bother to wash my face in the basin beside my bed. Once the nightgown was on I crawled underneath the sheets of my bed confining myself to the darkness of my room, even though the evening was coming, and my throat began to ache for more of that disgusting red liquid that flowed inside my body.

With that I forced myself to sleep, and dream of things of a normality that I could now only reach within my mind.

I awoke the next evening with an even stronger hunger then before, but at the moment I chose to ignore it as I got out of my bed and looked out the window and the frowned. There were a sudden large number of carriages out in front of Edmond's home. From what I could see there were at least over ten and possibly more obscured from my view.

Had something else happened while I slept?

A knock came to my door before Edmond entered closing it behind himself. "Louise," he said softly as he walked slowly over to me with caution, as if he was worried I would lash out at him like before. "How are you feeling?"

"Better." I said stiffly. "Hungry, but better than the day before, my mind still feels out of sorts, but I can only guess it is the affect from the sun."

"Anything else?"

I frowned at him.

He then joined my side. "Louise, I was told yesterday while you were waiting for the carriage a man was watching you, is that true?"