EVOL|LOVE - Jimin(Evil Love)

Chapter 3: Imprints of Fate

Vanessa

Oh.
No. No, no, no. 
The familiar smell mingled in the air, sharp, distinct and sweet. Blood. Male blood. Of course. It was always going to be the same trap but with a different person. Always.
Yet the blood was fresh and young. A boy. Maybe I could reject them this time. Maybe I could ignore the charming looks and innocent eyes this time. Maybe. He felt so close. 

I stood up from the long black sofa, crossing the dark living room to peer through a crack in the battered blinds. Night had come once again. The snow was a pale canvas, on which the moonlight had cast long and black shadows onto. It was a cloudless ebony sky up above, the crescent moon hanging and the embedded stars glinting. However, no-one was there. No footprints stamped in the snow. Not yet.

A voice in my mind told me to not answer the door if the boy knocked. To avoid him, to avoid another stupid fall in the trap. And so I padded into the hallway, the wooden door directly on my left. I chained the door and locked the bolt, but then my fingers lingered on the rusty metal.
He was just a boy. Not a total child; a teenager. There wasn't possibly any harm he could do that I couldn't defend. Hundreds of years living by myself didn't reduce my fighting abilities. Animals were always prowling among the trees, filled with wild and enjoyable blood. Maybe the boy wouldn't be any trouble at all. Though a voice in my head kept chanting, ignore him, avoid him, ignore him and the danger he brings.

I unchained and unbolted the door, waiting. And thinking, how did he end up here? Numerous stories of how the tons of men I'd fell in love with hopelessly were so wild and pain driven I wondered how those mortals could survive it. What was his story? And how long would he live?

A lot of them, well, all of them never went back home again. There was no way out once you got in. I felt pity on the hundreds I had so desperately held while they freezed to their demise. The lack of food and water here was just great.

It was all because of that dirtbag of a Dark clan leader, Kleo. She was always claimed by numerous people (mostly her boyfriend and family) to be the most courageous, most merciless vampire filled with potential to one day change the world into a better place. I never knew her plans and still don't, even though I've had over a hundred years to figure a way off this damned island and kill her.

But I was condemned from any other place in the world. I wasn't to set foot in any place outside of the island, otherwise my end would come. This was my punishment. And a stupid one, at that. I had only showed Kleo a rather vulgar gesture. It was her fault for being such an asshole, sticking her nose in my personal life, asking so many questions as to where my parents had been when I was found in an alleyway all alone. I'm going to kick them all in the place it hurts most. I'll kill them all. Damn them, damn them, damn them.

Just as I was about to turn, the sound of soft crunches stopped me in my tracks. Dread filled every inch of me, but I reminded myself : vampires were fearless. The slow crunches sped up, getting closer and louder until- 

Two knocks. Ugh.  I ignored them, turning and heading back into the living room. And then a second time. I ignored them too, brushing down my spotless black shirt and jeans. A third time. I examined my long nails and then glanced up at the broken lightbulb. 

A fourth-
What a stubborn idiot.
A fifth time.
Leave already.
A sixth time.
LEAVE, YOU FOOL.

As if my thoughts had been read, there were no more knocks. 

But, just as I expected, the door creaked open; moonlight spilled onto the darkness of the hallway, only to have a lean black shadow stretch out across the floor.
I leaned against the wall and waited for him to set a foot in the house.
To my surprise, the young one spoke instead. Spoke with such innocence my skin shivered.
"Hello?" the single word was enough to tell me that his face would be equally as fearful and delicate. I leaned against the near wall, listening to the faint hammering of his heart and smelling the curiosity mixed with fear that radiated off him. Maybe he was just a lost boy. Poor fool.

Thinking no one was here, he finally entered the house only several steps before a low hiss escaped my lips. Playing a classic haunted house game was always a bit of a fun. My lips curled slightly at the quickening of his heavy breathing. A slow rake of my nails against the wall caused him to stumble a few steps- backwards, as the door had creaked slightly. 

I let out a sinister laugh, making it sound as wheezy as Kleo's nasal laughs. This was fun, scaring the small teenager. And I heard the door bang shut, followed by a quick succession of crunches outside getting quieter and quieter.  Cowardly fool. I grinned to myself, stalking out into the hallway. The door was closed and I didn't care who else came in. Confidence strengthened itself in my cold blood, telling me that anyone could come in. Come into my open, deadly arms. There was so much more to me, other than my delicacy and beauty. 

My boots were silent on the bare wooden floor as I moved towards the stairwell hidden in the gloomy corner of the hallway. 

Where could the boy run to? This house was the only formidable form of shelter on the entire island. Along the edges were cliffs, but never coasts. Rock after rock fell into the crashing waves of the ocean surrounding the tiny island whenever they felt like it. And it was shrinking the land. Shrinking until I'd be standing on a weak column of rock and sand and dirt, waiting for that moment the sea would take it all down, including me.

My hands slid up the old and smooth mahogany railing as I ascended, the steps groaning under even my light weight.

I was not afraid of that day. I was not afraid of anything.
I crossed the landing and entered my bare bedroom, making to sit on the windowsill. My gaze hovered over the trail of small footprints the boy had made. It bent into the forest, a thick crowd of black trees whose tips were sharp and bright in the moonlight. I wondered where he had ran off to. What he was doing right now. What he looked like, how lovely his blood would taste-
The voice in my mind snarled. No. I didn't care a single bit what happened to that boy. He was just another lost soul, somehow ending up on this island by bad luck.                                                                                                                            
I was not going to care if he came back or not. I would never care. I was immortal. Feelings faded throughout the years. Death would come someday and I had nothing else to wait for. A fool was not going to change that. Even the thought of killing Kleo didn't change that. I accepted fate a long time ago. Love was no hope in the face of death.
So now, I just waited.