Alexander & Lisa

Alexander and Lisa

How could he say no to one of Vyola's most darling invitations to feed? For nearly 200 years in his absence from the Valley, he had embarked on a much challenging quest of giving into his urges only in tiny amounts, and always miles from any sort of civilization. A random maiden in an abandoned town, travelers in lonely coasts, but never in the Valley. Dark things were brewing there, talk of military confrontation with the people of the coasts, and you wouldn't really call that a time for their blood hunt.

   But Vyola was not one to be intimidated by things so 'human', in her own words. Only if it meant her precious dinner, would she get involved. And so it did on that sweltering June eve."Two middle-aged brothers and the youthful daughter of one. Can't say I'm not taking good care of you" his domina winked at him, striding on the dirt road leading to the forest creek outside the Valley households. Her tight, blue dress, strapped over the intricately-tailored bodice sculpted a sizzling image for her. Sizzling, poisonous and dangerous.

"Whatever will you fool these poor men into doing for you, Vyola?" Alexander asked her, munching on a piece of pie he had acquired from an inn a few miles out. Not a bad taste, but as pretty much most of 'normal' food, not an interesting taste. He unbuttoned his shirt collar, little droplets of sweat wetting his throat in the scalding summer heat. He liked that forest. Though it bore a distant connection in his mind with the thing he didn't speak of some two centuries ago, the gurgling of the current through the canopy filled with birds and wild animals made him feel...warmer. More at home, somehow.

   Seeing Vyola's flawless body heading to the creek, he went on to stop her.

"It's a running stream. We can't cross over"

"I'm aware, my sweet partner-in-feed, I just wanted to feel the water on my face". Leaning to wash her hands, he wondered if such an adamantly bold woman could actually truly feel. She had lived for at least 900 years, that he knew . Would it be the same for him so long later? Would he urge for such trivial joys?

   The angelic voice reached their vampire ears before they turned left to make a round of the hill. Alexander could distinguish it as Shakespeare; a sonnet.

"Come daily to the banks, that, when they seeReturn of love, more blest may be the view;Or call it winter, which being full of care,Makes summer's welcome thrice more wish'd, more rare"

Talk for yourself, thought Alexander, scouting the area in sweat. Winter had its charms, its moments of chilly, crisp winds in places like these, losing yourself in the dreary nights. A vampire's favorite. Shakespeare did have his glories, however, that he'd admit.

   Setting a bush with ferns aside, he followed Vyola around the rivulet and through to the quiet alley, where the voices of the two men were becoming clearer amidst the sunset colors.

"My beautiful Lisa will be cooking tonight Ronald, you should come over"

"I'm sure it'll be delectable" the man named Ronald must have replied.

The singing beauty named Lisa was some feet ahead to hear them, gathering piles of Swiss chards, the other two holding wooden buckets filled with more greenery.

   Her hair was pure, chateau brown, of the lightest shade. Cascading over her elegant shoulders, it was contrasting the long, dove-white dress of hers, a dress so thing and flowing Alexander thought it'd be swept away should a breeze arrive. There was something about her; beauty in her simplicity, her perspicuous aura. Just a girl picking chards for her family dinner. A lightning fast thought of his little sister Maria flashed his mind, his eyes turning red, as if he had the ones accountable for these bygone events right before him.