Teeth II Jenlisa AU

The Lonely Ones

(This is a sequel to the first book Teeth - If you haven't read it you can find it in my profile. This story will make literally no kind of sense if you haven't read the first book)

"Can you hear me?" 

"Vampire...can you here me?"

Lisa groaned in pain as she sluggishly sat up on a wooden floor of an old hut in the mountains. Despite the freezing temperature of these snowy mountains; her blonde hair stuck to the side of her head from sweat. The Thai had been falling in and out of consciousness all day.

"Where am I?" she mumbled with exhaustion. The elderly witch threw water over her to help her wake up, "you are in my hut. What do you remember?". Lisa shook her head, "nothing". "Soon you will" the witch replied, "soon you will remember all the awful things you've done, all the pain and misery you've caused. All the death", she stretched out her hands as a strange green light began to form around them. Suddenly Lisa began to lift off the ground, suspended in the air by the witches magic. "You have your soul, as requested. But it doesn't change the evil you have done, take the chance you've been given to do good. You have a few hours before the sun rises again, I suggest you move quickly", using her power the witch violently cast Lisa outside, hurling her body down a long and steep slope on the mountain, sending her crashing into icy rocks.

Lisa had not fed in days, spent hours upon hours climbing up a mountain and had all her energy drained from her when the ether engulfed her body, combined with the disorientation she was experiencing this vampire was in trouble.  

The Thai crawled across the snowy, rocky ground as she desperately tried to make her way to a small cave in the distance, somewhere she could shelter from the sunlight. 

As the blonde crawled she began to get the taste of metal in her mouth, the sound of bones cracking, screams, cries, begging and pleading. She felt the sensation of tearing flesh against her teeth and the faces of all the people she'd murdered flashing through her mind. "Oh god...oh god no" she whimpered as she stopped crawling and rolled over onto her back, a single tear dropping from her eye. 

Lisa held her hands up above her face, staring at them intensely as they trembled. She could feel blood on them even though there was nothing there, "...what h-have...what have I done".

The elderly witch stood on the edge of the cliff looking down at the girl below. This woman had been alive for many years and seen a whole manner of bizarre things that most people would believe impossible, yet what she was witnessing now was by far the most strange thing she'd ever seen. 

A vampire crying with guilt.

The witch had no sympathy for Lisa at all, she was still a vampire, still a murderer and only wanted a soul for what the woman believed to be selfish reasons. This witch had met many evil humans in her time, a soul was no evidence of good nature. 

"Perhaps there is hope..." the elderly woman muttered to herself as she continued to watch the remarkable scene. Could a vampire with decades of ruthless and merciless killing ever redeem themselves? Should they even be given the chance? The witch didn't know, she had lost a hell of a lot to vampires, Lisa and her clan being directly involved with much of it. She still thought the best thing would be for the vampire to be so guilt stricken that it just allows itself to die in the sunlight, which it looked like was going to happen. But something about the sight of a young-looking girl sobbing wildly as she regretted the things she did, moved the witch. 

Wind blew gently through the chimes that hung from the woman's hut, "maybe you are right" she said as she looked down, believing the wind chimes to be the spirit of her sister witches reaching out to her, "I'm getting soft in my old age" she said as she shook her head. The woman looked up at the sky, it was getting light. "The sun will be up soon" she muttered, "the vampire won't make it" she continued, observing how far away the Thai was from the cave with not much sign of moving, "she has given up". The chimes rattled gently in the breeze again, the woman sighed, "fine, but I will not help this vampire...only provide her with the tools to help herself".