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At the time of his death, Vlad Dracula of Romania, made a deal with Satan. He was to become immortal, in exchange not only would Satan keep his soul but Dracula would have to drink the blood of the living in order to exist. A way of existing forever at the expense of others. Eagerly, Dracula accepted. This was the invention of the first vampire. God could sense the unrest of this evil and banished Dracula into his own bitterly cold underworld of loneliness and blinding darkness. Yet he somehow managed to make an arrangement with Satan and Satan gave him wings.



I know this story all to well, having re-read it so many times in my mind through the loneliness of the past 300 years. How I wish I had wings, unsure of what I would do with them other than fly far away from here, this hole and this body, both of which I am banished to for all of eternity. A fate I did not choose. That nobody would choose, nobody except Dracula. It is him that I have to thank for my unwanted fate.

I have been banished to the same church for three hundred years, after making the mistake of entering the confessional. And all the stories of the priests keeping a monster here. I am no monster, merely a prisoner, kept here against my will… as a guardian. A guardian of what you may ask, of religion? Of innocence? I am a guardian of none of these, yet all at the same time. A guardian of the catholic religion, ridding the church of any threats to it’s existence. A guardian of innocence, protecting the innocence of the church’s occupants. What stops me from escaping? That’s easy, I’m bound to the heart of this church, by god and by the priest that I entrusted in that confessional, so many years ago. The trust that I had for that priest has diminished with years of hatred. Years of solitude. Being left alone all this time has given me time to think, to much time, time to blame. Yet as the time passed, memories came back to me, so many memories. I think of how time has changed. It’s so different now. Three hundred years is such a long time. The time drags when you’re living it (if living is the right word), then you look back and it all seems to have flown by like a dream pushed away by a misty ocean breeze. How I wish that I was back in my time, instead of this strange one, of new inventions and change. A time that even though I watch it change from my high towers I am still not used to it. The strange noises, the lights, the speech. It all seems so foreign. Still.

Sometimes when I am wearied of being alone I sneak down into the church itself, moving through the shadows as I have become so accustomed to doing, occasionally sitting in the confessional and just listening. Sometimes just sitting among the people, being one of many again. Being someone, but not in all senses of the meaning. The feeling of belonging. Yet when it’s all over I am no-one, again I am just the guardian of the church, drifting back up to my towers to watch over my prison.



The view from my towers adds to the torment of captivity. A vast graveyard. Watching people wandering through the forest of intricately carved headstones and monuments. Honoring and paying their respects to loved ones, of which I have none left, but having watched all of their funerals, killing myself inside because I am chained to the walls of this cage. Only at night will they let me venture, only then can I escape...temporarily. From my tower window, I drift to the collection of memorials bellow me. Breathing in the air and taking advantage of the changes in atmosphere and scent. The air is moist and cool and with every breath it refreshes me. I wander, taking in every detail, but not forgetting my purpose. I watch for people. Even though the thoughts of what I am about to do seem immoral, as soon as I get that taste I cannot stop, my thirst increases and I drain them to the last drop. At the start, all I felt was dread, I could not rid my conscience of the memory of killing another human being, though I was not human any more. If I had held onto these condemning thoughts I would be even grimmer, even more despondent. If that could possibly be. Yet I set myself a rule, no children. I cannot rid my self of all morals.

On quiet nights I find a position in the graveyard, dark and solitary, to sit. I watch the stars, though I am not human any more, I still have an interest in earthly things. The flowers, birds, things that I want to learn of, to appreciate, but my solitude has taken any chance of that away from me. I am condemned, like a dog about to be put through euthanasia. No hope of savior. Just darkness, just me, I am the guardian.

I sit in the dark and watch the moon. Every night for eight years I have watched it. I don’t understand why but I am drawn to it. Maybe I am waiting for him to return. Or maybe the darkness and mystery somehow lessens the sadness that I have felt inside for eight long, lonely years. I miss him. I miss the way his calming voice would put me to sleep. I miss the way he said he loved me. Like he actually meant it, like it was real, like it would last forever.

A shape passes over the moon and a small shadow is cast across the ground in front of me. It breaks my train of thought, bringing me sharply back to a harsh reality. There is a cool breeze and it brings back memories, memories that I don’t want to remember. Memories of happiness and laughter. The past. The breeze blows my hair across my face. I close my eyes and see him. He’s saying something but I can’t hear it. Then he disappears and I wake up. I didn’t even know that I was asleep. There is a dark figure standing over me, watching me.

“Who are you?” I hear myself say and feel my lips move but don’t remember telling them to.

“Don’t you remember?” Says a familiar voice, but I can’t remember who it belongs to. I blink and when I open my eyes he is gone. For a moment I am dazed and confused. Somehow, I manage to convince myself that my loneliness is making me insane and it was a trick of the mind, not real.



The sun starts to rise and I get up and walk to the door. My cat, black as velvet, is sitting on the doormat and purring loudly as she watches me approach with her bright yellow eyes, they almost glow in the dark. Like me she only goes out at night. She blends in perfectly with the night and what ever she’s hunting doesn’t stand a chance. She picks up something big, quickly and swiftly trotting inside with it. A rat. She lives off the same things I do, small animals. It doesn’t matter what I drink from, it all turns to ash in my mouth, a foul taste set upon us by god as if we should be punished for the fate chosen for us.



Since he left I haven’t had the courage to go out into the city by myself. I’m afraid of what I might find. I am woken from my thoughts realizing that I haven’t closed the door properly as a spear of light breaks the darkness. I’m not used to the brightness so I rush forward, blind to shut the door before the light dares venture further. All my windows are boarded to prevent one of two of the only things that are fatal to me from seeping through. Sunlight.



I can no longer speak the name of the one I love, as he is the one that turned me into the monster that I am, a monster that needs to kill others in order for it to exist. Why me? I so often ask myself. What did I do to deserve this cursed fate, to exist but not to live. To be but have no soul. To speak but not matter.

I hear a noise at the foot of the stairs and again, a shadow is cast across the dusty floor. For the first time since he left, I speak his name.

“Jadyn,” I whisper. The word stings my lips but as I speak it the figure steps out of the darkness, head down, his traveling hood up. The face is still in shadow. I can tell it’s a man from the stance, someone that I recognize. I take a step back but as I do he slowly begins to lift his head, bringing me to a halt. I see blue eyes glowing in the darkness. They send a shiver down my spine. He starts to lift the hood and I see his face. He’s come back. I close my eyes and let out a long breath. His hand touches my cheek and the feeling returns. Happiness. I smile and he senses it, quickly pulling his hand away. I pray he doesn’t leave again, even though god doesn’t listen to the prayers of evil’s servant, he does. He steps towards me and gently puts his arms around me. Once again I feel the kiss that I have missed for so long.