Dark Moon

Chapter 1

«“Who are you?” She asked, and looked at him with fear in her eyes. The man obviously enjoyed seeing her fear, because he smiled even brighter at her.

“It’s always the same questions,” he said quietly, and took a few steps against her. “Who are you? What are you? It’s like the same, old routine.”

“Answer my question,” she said with a surprisingly harsh voice.

“My name,” he said, with his calm and cool voice, “is Vincent.”

The next thing she saw was his legs moving inhumanly fast, and suddenly he stood on his knees beside her. Vincent’s look was focusing on her eyes, and she started feeling dizzy. She got a sudden urge to do whatever he wanted her to do, just like if she had been hypnotized.

 “Show me your neck,” Vincent whispered, and obediently she moved her head down against her left shoulder. Vincent got even closer to her, and opened his mouth, and she could see his fangs become even longer. He moved his face against her neck, and bit her neck. She could feel her blood draining from her face, and could see the excitement in his oceanic blue eyes. The dizziness hit her, and she could feel a pain spreading in her body. She screamed, and closed her eyes.

The fangs sank more into her pale skin, and her face became even paler, and her brown eyes became the same oceanic blue as Vincent´s. The last thing she saw was blood on Vincent’s grey suit, and she knew that blood had, just seconds ago, belonged to her.

Then she fainted.»

***

Beatrice DePaul opened her eyes and saw straight into the closed and dark lid of her coffin. She closed her eyes again and rested her head against the red, velvet pillow underneath her. She was thinking through her nightmare again, the nightmare that had caused the life she now had. Her transformation. She sighed deeply, lifted her hands and easily removed the lid of the coffin. A small glimpse of sun shone through her thick, deep purple curtains.

«Damn it,» she thought. «Vanessa must´ve forgot closing them again» Vampires weren´t directly hurt by sunlight, as many people thought; however sunlight would weaken them, and if they were put in direct sunlight for a longer amount of time they would eventually die. She climbed out of her coffin and went as far away from the sunlight as she could in her big room and sat down in a grey and cozy armchair and looked around in her room. All vampires in the coven got their own rooms, and most of them were way too big for one person, and thus empty. She currently sat in her armchair in front of the fireplace, which were next to two major bookcases and an old-fashioned, Victorian style desk - and in the middle of this very room were her coffin. Not all vampires slept in coffins, but Beatrice liked it - the soft, red velvet would beat any watermattress any day! Plus; sleeping in a coffin was «the thing» among the more conservative vampires she lived with. Although she now looked at her black coffin as her most prized belonging, she did not treat it like some of the other vampires in the house. Some of them decorated it - either with rose paintings or portraits of themselves - but she liked it black and red.

«Keep it classy, Beatrice» she smiled to herself. «Keep it classy»

She crossed her legs and leaned back in the armchair, completely relaxed. Normally she would´ve been thirsty at this time - the sun was just on it´s way down - but luckily she had fed herself off of her human, Vanessa, before she went to bed in her coffin. She let her mind and thoughts spin away and once again they spinned off to her nightmare. To that night in the streets of London when she had been transformed. 

She was thinking about how she became a vampire; a thought that had hunted her for months. Why had it been her Vincent wanted? Was it destiny? Was there even something like destiny? She had been living as a vampire for 115 years, and didn’t know the answer to any of those questions.

“The mysteries of life,” her king, Ralph, always said. And after that he usually just walked away, like he had better things to do than answering her questions. The answer Ralph had given her, had been the reason she started wondering about being a vampire, which lead to the reason she had those dreams.

Usually she liked her dreams, mostly they were about thing she had read or seen. Sometimes her dreams even made alternate endings on how her favourite book, Romeo and Juliet ended, which always resulted in Romeo and Juliet living happily ever after (in some of them they got five children and a dozen of grandchildren too – everything Beatrice knew she never could get). If it hadn’t been for Vincent, she probably would have lived the life she wanted Romeo and Juliet to live.

She leaned back in the chair, and picked up the book. She tried to read, at least a couple of pages, but she didn’t manage it. Her dream still hunted her, and when she closed her eyes, she could see Vincent’s bloodthirsty face – the same face he had every time she saw him, which luckily wasn’t often.