Nocturnal I: Silver and Blood

Chapter 10: The Redemption For His Cold-Blooded Friend Part I

Aphrodite Hotel/ London, England Winter 1895

I.

The massive room in Adele's home had windows covered with pitch black curtains that covered the windows from the sunlight. They have been useful for Adele to get by the day and sleep through it all like an ordinary vampire, but living by herself alone, she prefers to  sleep around the night. Frederick was still deep asleep without any of Adele's hypnotizing effects causing him to sleep in. Adele sat on a wooden chair with four legs and two armchairs facing an empty table. She looked at the black curtains covering the sunlight, it bothered her to look out there knowing that it's a beautiful day which she can never see to often. However, thanks to having a special cloak which protects her from getting damaged by the sun she could go out. But today wasn't the right time, as she withdrew her gaze from all the guilt and pain she had to overcome in the past. Turning her head to look at a steel knife next to her plate, she wanted to die and escape from the world knowing that creatures like her or in the eyes of heaven shouldn't exist. She then remembered the sounds of a whiplash striking and pausing every two seconds, it pained her, it sent scars down her back, it left blood all over the rooms they would take place in. After the thoughts of the brutal imagery, she began to feel the rough edges of her scars which stretched down her bare back.      Frederick woke up from his bed and looked ahead to find her sitting down alone while thinking to herself. He approached wearing the same clothing from last night, it was morning and the curtains blocked the sunlight rays in the room.

    "Tell me, what was it that made you not sleep?" asked Frederick thinking about how horrible it was for her to sleep through the night.

    "The past," replied Adele in a whispering tone in which made Fred quaver.

     Adele stands up wearing her black long night dress, she removes one of the bindings of her dress while holding it up to prevent it from dropping down on the floor. When Fred saw the top area of her bare back he saw scars that were left for probably many years. They were the marks of a lash and Fred stood there with shock, horror, and grief for the pain she had inflicted on her. Then a sudden action of stress jolted inside him and began to grow with hatred towards the unnamed assailant.

      "Who did this to you?" asked Frederick with a hard question to throw at Adele with.

"I forbid myself to say that name again Frederick," answered Adele without a sign of her hesitation.

   "Enough of this! You've been lying to me long enough! Who did this to you damn it!" continued Frederick raising his voice.

     "By my own free will I won't tell you!" she screamed with tears in her eyes filling her body heart aching pain.       "Why won't you trust me?! WHY?!" cried out Frederick trying his best to confront her fear of the past.

      Adele placing her bindings back on her shoulders steps away from her chair and holds both of her arms together shutting her eyes in dread. She groans and let's her bloody tears fall out, looking like crimson waterfalls. Fred watches her sit on the floor and with her back against the wall as she broke down. He stood there in silence and thought it was his fault for demanding trust from a close friend like Adele.

     "I didn't want this life! I never wanted to be this monster! I can't feel anything! Everything is so cold Frederick! I was used as some tool for a damn vampire whore!" she screamed with anger and more tears of blood falling off her face drastically.

     "That bitch has to die! I will fucking kill her for these scars she left all over me! I will send her to the deepest pit of hell if I have to!" she said screaming and cursing about the person that left those lash marks on her.