so this is death

chapter 2 killing and birth of two

Chapter 2. Killing and birth of two

The clock tower chimes twelve, awakening me from a peaceful rest, my eyes spring open in fury and hunger. I slowly rise off of the back seat in the far left corner of the chapel. Wearing my black robe with red lining, people would say that I look like the dark version of the pope. From the books I read in my past life I would of expected me to feel no emotion, not able to see my reflection, and most of all have my holy father turn against me. I see my reflection like any other person, the red eyes, my dimpled cheeks, my black and red robe. I feel awful for what I am about to do to my father, guilty yet not pitiful, he did ask for it at the end of the day. Why has he not resented me, is he secretly a Satanist? I’m thinking right now at this moment in time if I should go through with this horrific act of kindness filled with evil hatred but powered through love.

    “Vladimir it is midnight my son, I am ready … are you” my farther bellowed in pain from the high tower.

  Looking down to the floor, eyes full of hunger and mind full of regret I proclaim that I am ready to take his life. “Oh father this may be my most regretful act but if it saves your body from perishing with the under world and keeps you here to guide me through a horrible eternity, then I shall kill you, to save you”

  My father lays before me on a holy alter in a white and black robe similar to mine and the high popes of Rome. I shed a tear of blood as I am about to take his life. I realise not that I can cry and feel more emotion than those cliché vampirism “expertise” books. I’m just like any mortal with an immortal heart I cry not tears but blood.

“There is not much time left my son, soon it will be the rise of death for me I can feel it” he speaks the truth as I can hear his heart slowing down and his nervous system collapsing.

I am thinking to my self if he should do it, but I always keep my word so here goes.

I tilt his head back with a lump in my throat.

“Good bye” I whisper in his ear as blood roles down from my eyes.

   “Not good bye my son but hello” he says with such anxiety as well as truth.

Okay here goes! I rag his head back sink my teeth into his throat and drain him till he is almost dry when do I stop? I have never done this before! I pull away I forget what he has said was it to drink my blood when he awakes or put blood before he awakes? Oh for the love of god give me a sign. No sign. Hmm ill just have to put my blood on his lips and tongue. I sink my teeth into my veins in my wrist and hold it to his mouth. Is it working? I question my father’s advice but now I feel a griping of blunt teeth, ahh shit! I now can feel his blunt wore down teeth turning into a set razor sharp demonic teeth.

He lets go of my arm launches his self up into the air

“We will be the only day walkers!!” he screeched with insanity.

“Happy to be back?” I replied smartly.

“So this is death, my son it is exhilarating we shall not feed but only grow are vampire cult” he spoke with honour.

I think his idea is insane but I love the sound of being a leader, I bid my father a farewell as I go out for more recruits.

“meet me at my house where I lived before death father we shall set up a blood cult together unite the people that want to join at first then we teach them the ways that only we are the day walkers and only us two can survive the religious objects … except a wooden stake to the heart” I say with my head held high and a hunger filled look upon my face.

“I shall see you at tomorrow mid day my son I have some bidding with a few … peasants” I don’t like the new priest he seems to have changed ever since I have cursed him, but besides that I have now a cult to start…