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|Posted by Dir. of The Immortals Chronicles on November 21, 2011 at 10:25 PM||comments (0)|
Living in a world where vampires or those of my kind are hard to come by, I make do with mortals. As I have previously said, getting close to mortals is one of the hardest moves a vampire can make. Recently, I met a vampire that was from Germany, I found that she can't stay in the sun her skin burns to easily. Gisela is a wonderful person and when I met her I knew she was different. Vampires are funny about covering their scent; we have a strange scent that is indescribable to mortals.
I have over heard people talking of how much perfume Gisela wears, as a vampire myself I know what she is covering. Mortals such as Elizabeth don't understand that scent is what can get us killed. A full moon is the worst for me and my siblings, the youngest is my brother Matteo. Matteo is a hybrid, and has killed many people, including a very close friend. Our friend Barbara was a slayer and Matteo couldn't help himself. She tried to shoot him, but he was too fast for her, he leaped and ripped her throat out.
Our adopted Mother stated to Matteo that Barbara knew her destiny the moment Matteo came into this world. He was to be the one that she would fight against and lose. Barbara was right the face off between her and Matteo was fatal. Barbara met her destiny and is now in a place where vampires no longer have to hide themselves. A slayer is a cursed vampire that still has the cravings and takes transfusions instead of killing mortals.
In the modern world it is easier for a vampire such as me to blend in. My life is still dark and gloomy. My mother thinks that I am depressed; depression is the least of my worries. I have killed more people in the few years that I have been alive than a coroner will ever see in their career.
The days of feeding on mortals and leaving their bodies to decay and be found in the wide open are coming to an end. Matteo is never going to be able to hold his urges and the rest of the family must suffer. Gisela has become one of the families and has learned she doesn't have to cover herself in perfume.
Only once have I ever seen Gisela feed and she does it with such grace. I saw her walk into a Housekeeping closet with a man that she flirted with all of the time. The moment I opened that door I knew she had taken his life, the classic image of the vampire with blood dripping down their chin was right in front of me. The man laid on the floor bleeding to death while Gisela stood over him. Her eyes were the color of the ocean a bright blue that would kill a person at first glance. I walked in and shut the door behind me, Gisela looked at me and walked towards me. I looked at her and my eyes turned Emerald green,” Gisela, what have you done, how will you explain this." Her smile was the perfect image of a killer, she walked over and with one finger nail slit his throat wide open. His blood gushed from the open wound and I could feel my veins pumping as I watched the warm red liquid spill onto the floor.
She glanced up at me and said,” now you run and tell Libby that a man is in the Housekeeping closet with his throat slit and that I am trying to help him, and to call 911." I ran as fast as I could to the lobby and told Libby exactly what I was told to say. She dialed 911 and the paramedics came, Libby called the security center and told them what had happened. The police came and interviewed Gisela and I on what we found. I told them that I was making my rounds when I saw Gisela go into the Housekeeping closet and found her trying to help the man. I knew the instant she looked up at me he had died in her arms.
I have learned over the years that when a vampire kills and the person is in a public place that you cover the true story. The story is the same over and over again, a kill was made and a vampire moves on. No mortal will ever understand the price vampires pay to survive in this world. At one time it was easy to survive because people feared us, now mortals study us as if we are an experiment. I live day by day in a world that is constantly changing and will never be the same as the day I entered it as a cursed being, to walk among the mortals and feed with none to know. This curse is hard to bare when you watch a friend cover their tracks and you live the same life as them