The Light Of My Death // The Oracle Series: Book 1

•Chapter 2•

^Picture of Michael^

The woman shifted slightly in her sleep, moving the silk sheets, waking Michael immediately. His green eyes opened and he was hit with a wave of fatigue as last nights events hit him like a ton of bricks. It always felt like this after a night of feeding.
Michael pulled the sheets off and got out of bed, hearing a moan from the unconscious red head beside him.

Fresh cuts of all different sizes marked her body from within areas that could be hidden by clothing, as per Michaels rules of fresh feeding (feeding directly from a human). Cuts were necessary to prevent humans becoming aware of Michaels kind. Of vampires.
Not all vampires use this method, though, but it gives Michael comfort in his lonely existence.

Michael opened his stainless steel refrigerator in his $20,000 stainless steel kitchen and peered inside for a solid 3 minutes, looking for food that didn't exist as the fridge was full of at least 100 different kinds of fruit and nothing else. Not for him of course, but for the humans that Michael fed from on a weekly bases.
Fruit-scented blood had been Michaels favourite ever since he realised that diet impacted greatly on the taste and flow of blood.

I need more milk. Michael thought happily to himself as he marked it on his magnetic shopping list plastered on the fridge door. Mundane things like more milk and coffee made Michael feel human, which sounded silly but he actually really enjoyed mimicking and blending in with humans as it helped him feel less of a soulless monster and more of the worlds majority.

Michael wrote a note for the woman to let herself out when she woke up and he headed out to the book shop once he got dressed, closing the front door behind him.
Imogen, Michaels best friend and owner of the book shop, greeted him as he entered through the back door. "Hey, Mo. How's the new stock coming along?" He asked jokingly, gesturing at the piles of books stacked around her that needed to be put away in chronological order.

"It's what the kids are calling, lit asf fam." She said robotically, making Michael laugh out loud as he headed into the coffee room. Imogen was an 87 year old Cantonese woman who was 5ft tall and always managed to make him laugh like it was 1955 again.
The two met at a burlesque showcase for pin up legend Bettie Page, a favourite of Michaels as he saw a lot of himself in her.
They were both one of the first of a their kind. Michael, a vampire; Bettie, a burlesque dancer, totally the same. Right?

Just as Michael was putting sugar into his coffee he slammed his hands down onto the counter and shut his eyes as a migraine inducing vision began, mentally debilitating Michael, leaving him unable to move or do anything other than to ride out the vision.

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A metal clad woman stood before an ancient demonic presence, the sky, black above her as lightning struck one, two, three times around her.
The women's rich dark skin accentuated the blindingly colourful opal at her neck. The demon roared and screeched. The woman, unaffected, stared in anger at the blood red enemy in front of her, it's body at least 20ft taller than the cliff she was standing on. The woman's hands flicked out from beside her and struck the demon directly in the middle of its skull, causing it to tumble to the ground. Her body turned so that she stared directly at Michael through the eyes of the vision and Michaels mind jolted as he took in her eyes.. both were a blinding shade of blue.
The woman's eyes widened as if she could actually see Michael and then hardened as she turned back towards the demon and ran fast, lurching herself off of the cliff and into the dark fog that contained the evil creature below.

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Michael collapsed against the counter, heaving in large gulps of oxygen, his head splitting in half as he instantly recognised the woman in the vision. His village leader.
But she's dead. He thought in disbelief. However, Michael knew his visions were only ever prophesies of the future, never the past.
That means..

Michael got off the ground and ran out the door, knocking over a pile of chronologically ordered books that towered beside Imogen.
"Ugh! Wha-" Imogen started.
"I have to find her. I have to see what she knows." Michael said breathlessly at an angry and confused Imogen. "I'll make it up to you later but right now I have to find her!" Michael called back to Imogen as he ran out the door and down the street towards the University, in search of the woman from the day before.

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