Louise A Vampire's Story (Completed/Editing)

Chapter Thirty Four

A/N: Hello everyone! I just wanted to include this note to let you know that in the past few chapters (mainly in chapter 11) I had made a huge mistake in regards to lineage, and historical accuracy with that of the man known as Charles-Henri Sanson, in my original notes I saw that he had been married twice, this was then later proven to be false. However I am still working on the angel, just that Louise is decedent from him through a union of a woman that he spent time with before settling down and getting married.
I apologize if this throws anyone off at all but it will be fixed when I go and edit more of the chapters.
With that said I hope you still enjoy this chapter!

~T

During my sleep I had a horrible nightmare.

The sounds of people calling out, cheering "Vive la Nation! Vive la République!" on and on these cries went within the darkness that I wandered. A darkness that even my vampiric eyes could not penetrate more then a few feet ahead. The heavy stench of blood and decay filled the air as I moved, trying to find my way. The sound of something slicing down could be heard, over and over again as the peoples' cheers turned into screams.

Horrible agonizing screams that pierced my ears like nails on a chalkboard.

I covered my ears, not wanting to hear them, yet as soon as the screams began they ceased. It soon became deathly silent, unnervingly so. But the sound of someone walking, the clack of shoes meeting the stone cobbled ground. I turned to see a man dressed in clothing form the 18th century, he stood nearly stood over at the height of six feet. The coat he wore, red of crimson, holding with vast amounts of embroidery of gold threar, the red of the coat however were stained much like his clothing with blood. his long dark hair that looked to be partly tied back flowed out with the crimson jacket. His face, almost angelic as his pale skin held streaks of blood. but it was his eyes that held my attention, dark brown, an epidemy of the abyss. Holding no warmth of life, it was as though he had no soul within himself. Something about that struck me, this man, it was as though he cut himself off emotionally. But his eye said it all.

I do not wish to do this. But I must for it is my duty.

He stopped in front of me and merely stood there. Saying nothing. I had never seen him before and yet I couldn't help but know him.

"You know who he is..." a voice entered my ears as I turned around, stepping in something thick, wet and warm. It was blood, blood that was now staining my nightgown and bare feet. But it held nothing for me, for when I looked in the direction of the voice I was the man from before in the Palace gardens, sitting atop the scaffolding for executions, behind him was the guillotine, posed and ready to take someone's head from their neck.

The man was smiling as he sat on the edge. "You know who he is Little Rose, you know well enough." I looked back, slowly my head turning like that of a craned puppet to look at the man in red. A man whose face was now replaced with a skull as black as night.

I quickly stepped away from him, intending to run only to stop when I came face to face with my mother. With her hair down and wearing the same nightgown that she had from that night where Edmond changed my life.

"Louise you don't have to run." My mother said as she enveloped me into her arms. "It's all right, after all. I too had to come to terms with this, but now it's something I don't have to think on anymore."

"And why is that?" I asked.

"Because I am already dead," she pulled away from my arms as blood now began to flow from her mouth. "You've already killed me."