The Blood King (Wattpad Exclusive Version)

Blood and Redemption (Part 1)

 

March 12, 2005, 10:55 p.m. - Over La Guardia Airport, New York

It was messy, sloppy, clumsy, but necessary. It took me a while before I found a woman who was my right size. She was an early bird, a runner, and I had less than an hour before sunrise. I found her at the park. I took her clothes and then went to her place to get everything else. The fact that she kept her ATM pin number in a file folder together with other bank files inside her room closet was perfect.

She had a roommate. I did her as fast and as painlessly as possible. Then I used her desktop computer to go online and buy a round-trip plane ticket to New York. Afterward, I had a shower and then fell asleep.

I woke up before sunset. It took me more than an hour to decide what to wear. I realized all the crap women had to go through just to look good.

I stood in front of the bathroom wall mirror and took a good look at Erika’s naked body. I decided to dress it as I would like to see her from my male point of view. I did my best with whatever my victim had in her closet.

I also decided to dispose of the bodies on my return. I took them to the master bedroom, closed the door behind me, and left the apartment.

I arrived at the airport shortly after six and managed to make it to the terminal for the 7:15 flight straight to La Guardia. In this politically correct world post-9/11 airport security needed to be strict but careful of not crossing any lines. I knew that when the security guard looked at my victim’s drivers license. She had to do a double take at my face. But I held my own, with serene poise.

So what if I had dyed my hair, or that I look taller in person?

At least the age and skin color were about right. I knew the security guard had doubts when she returned the ID because she never took her eyes off me as I walked inside the gate. Not being able to read minds gave me a fierce insecure feeling that I somehow managed to conceal.

Four hours later, I was inside the plane, flying over the Hudson. I was just like everyone else, getting ready for landing.

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March 12, 2005, 11:45 p.m. - Blauvelt, New York

My taxi arrived at the old house faster than I thought possible. The place had fallen apart after decades of abandon. It was a pity, and all the blame was on me. I just couldn’t bring myself back to this place. Until now, only under these circumstances. And even then, the painful memories of Irina came back to haunt me.

There was no power in the house, and that was perfect. I walked into the backyard shed and grabbed an old shovel. Then I went back to the yard and began digging. I used all my fresh vampire might and cursed not having my full strength.

I acknowledged that Jason had grown in strength. Perhaps he had become as strong as I was at his vampire age, but still, it fell way short of the full strength I had grown accustomed to during the centuries.

I kept pushing the shovel deeper and deeper into the black soil, and soon Erika’s body was seven feet underground. Among many other reasons, this was why I had selected Blauvelt as the perfect place for this property. The town was close to the city but kept its rural quality, and among those qualities was a fertile and deep terrain.

Suddenly, the shovel found a solid surface; and in moments, I was digging up Irina’s coffin. It looked different from the moment I buried it, so many years ago. With ease, I pulled it up and left it close to the edge of the hole in the ground.