Immortal Infatuation (Jonathan Reid/Reader/Geoffrey McCullum)

Part III: Immortal Obsession

Usually, I wake up to the cries of loved ones mourning their deceased but today, that didn't happen. It was rather peculiar and relieving, yet disturbing. There was a different aura about today... what could it be? Shaking my head, I get out of bed and release a hearty yawn before walking to the bathroom. The house I lived in was not the best but it was... satisfactory. Matter of fact, all the houses in The Docks are rather unappealing or run down. The Docks are nothing like the West End, where all the filthy rich live. It seems as though all areas except the West End are riddled with chaos. Could there be a connection between the vampire outbreak and an area's wealth? Could this be a government scheme to drive out the poor citizens so they can expand the wealth to other parts of town? A slight giggle escaped my (s/c) lips as I stripped from my (f/c) gown. I mustn't give in to the conspiracy theories, for they only sever the trust between the government and the people. After all, the government has provided the Priwen for us. Geoffrey... I wonder how he is. He hasn't stopped to visit me since a few weeks ago. I often see him passing by during the late hours of the night. He's a dedicated man, I'm sure it's nothing personal. Sighing, I let down my (h/l),(h/c) locks and turned on the shower water. The warm water greeting my cold, (s/c) skin was exhilarating as I stepped into the shower. I scrubbed my body with the lemon scented soap and hummed a simple melody. My soft fingers trailed along my skin and grazed the two puncture wounds on my neck. Suddenly, the memory flooded my consciousness as I gasped. I heard the soap in my other hand drop as I recalled the strange event.

5 Days Ago

Smiling warmly, I lit the oil lamp with a match and extinguished the match in a small cup of water. It was stressful and busy today since it was time to weed the flowers. My muscles were so sore and screamed for help with every movement I made. I tied my (h/c) locks back in a loose bun and submerged under the warm, (f/c) blankets. My head gently rested on the white, fluffy pillow as I got into a comfortable sleeping position. Closing my eyes, I attempted to drift off to sleep but something was wrong. Something felt very, very wrong. The flame of the lamp went out and a rush of cold air hit my face. Gasping, I sat up quickly and winced at the sudden pain of my muscles that were strained. Looking around, my (e/c) orbs were only greeted with darkness. Thundering footsteps approached me and creaked the floorboards with every step. Gulping, I tried to remain calm as I backed up to the corner of my bed. Heavy breathing killed the silence, as well as my shaky, fearful breaths. I was completely and utterly paralyzed. There is nothing I can do. Who is this person? Another skal? Geoffrey? Jonathan? No, they would never scare me like this. Who would pull a sick prank like this during such a deadly epidemic? A weight crawled onto the bed and positioned itself in front of me. I couldn't make out any feature except one, it was tall and menacing. A hand reached out and cupped my cheek. Its coldness caused me to grimace as it caressed my warm cheek. I am trapped. There is only one thing I can do; plead.

"P-Please don't hu-hurt me," I begged, stuttering in fear.

The figure did not respond. My bed creaked as I could feel it's presence almost hover over my figure. The cold hand trailed down and traced my jugular vein. From the roughness of the figure's fingers, I could tell it was masculine. It was more evidence to confirm it was either Geoffrey or Jonathan... or somebody else? The figure released a deep sigh and rested its head in the crook of my neck, grazing my soft skin with its sharp incisors. They were definitely fangs. There were two of them.

"Plea-"

My plead was cut off by a sharp pain in my neck, as well as a yelp. The unknown figure grunted as he dug into my neck with his fangs. I couldn't do anything... I'm powerless. An airy gasp escaped my (s/c) lips as I felt the life draining from my neck. My body began to feel weak and every breath was gradually becoming slower and slower. My head throbbed with unbearable pain as my vision began to fail.