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Still not quite finished, but enjoying writing this story, drop by later for the finale (if i find it)



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I hadn’t cried in a while, but watching the sadness played infront of my eyes, my mind running one of its sadistic self destructive slideshows. I couldn’t hold them back anymore, the first one escaped from my eye. Finding its freedom tearing down my cheek, sadly its path was cut short like so many lives in this turbulent world. My hand swiped it away from my cheek, but by then it was too late and others had also escaped. No longer trying, I let them stream down my cheeks, bowing my head and sliding down the wall in the darkness I sat there. The only light the pale moon cascading through the windows, elongating shadows and giving the darkness a shape and a voice.



The only sound from the house, my quiet whimpers and the gentle whispers of comfort from the darkness, forcing a cigarette from the packet, and stuffing it between tear soaked lips. I sparked the lighter, the click of my Zippo and the sweet scent of the lighter fluid, my only company in the darkness. Spinning the wheel the flame, sprang forth like a well trained dog obeying its master. The darkness forced back by this sudden flickering light, holding it in one hand and with a perfectly practiced flick of my wrist, the light was extinguished and darkness flooded back to take its place.



The drug flooded my lungs and I sat there waiting, soon the shadows would take on a new form and she would come forth to claim me back. Her favourite pet. She never failed me like so many mortal companions, always waiting for me when I was happy and when I was depressed like now; she would spring forward from the shadow. Taking me in her gentle embrace, the last time she came, she brought a set of cuffs to bind me to her “No more escape, my love. Let us be together forever, you belong in darkness now let it be.”



The shadows began to merge together in the corner of the room and sure enough from them a female form began to emerge, smoking my cigarette. I watched always enthralled by her transformation from the nether to this plane, she came for me as she always did. Soon barefoot and padding across my kitchen she was here, collecting the packet from my hands she tapped out a cigarette “Same brand” she smiled “ I like this brand” holding one of her perfectly shaped hands to her face, the cigarette lit, always fascinated me how she did that. Sliding down the wall next to me, she put an arm round me, and pulled me close, “hello my love, you’ve been gone for a while, ready to come back to where you belong?”



Sighing and smoking, I tried to ignore her for a few moments. But her voice seemed to penetrate the barriers and shields; I had put in place against her. Turning my head to her and looking deep into those pools of darkness, I smiled “Hello my Angel of Darkness, as ever you look stunning” I felt her hand snaking along my arm, while the other one, went to my cheek instantly wiping away the pools of damp tears that had started to collect.



Her eyes had decided to adopt the same color as the glow from the cigarette and in the darkness they seemed to smoulder, it caught my breath as ever. God she was gorgeous and I was flattered she was interested in me. “Thank you as ever the gentlemen” her hand had found its way to my wrist and she squeezed gently “You know I have missed you” she breathed into my ear.



“I guessed you might, have you not found another pet to toy with” I asked playfully, her laugh always made my heart skip a beat that light tinkle it made me smile “HAHA my love, how could I replace you? How?” she asked slightly wounded “You are the first and last I am interested in, yet you keep trying escape. It makes me wonder why, then I remember, your nature always searching never content.” She leaned in and kissed me gently her lips sweet, smiling she sat back and smoked. She had wrapped the darkness around us, and like a blanket, it descended warm and comforting.



I smoked the last few draws of my cigarette stubbing it into the ashtray in the kitchen. She followed suit, spinning round to sit infront of me, again she leant in and this time kissed me with more passion, I matched the pressure forgetting everything for a moment “Come my love it is time, the bed is warm and waiting for us, I have so missed the feeling of your warm hands, gliding over my body.” she ran a hand down my back for effect. “Come now back to my side” she rose to her feet and held her hands palm up to me, reaching up I took them. She pulled me to my feet and hugged me close. Turning to the corner, she waved a hand, and a doorway began to form in the shadows. Turning her back to me still holding both hands she guided me towards that doorway, a lover guiding me to a world where I was safe. Stepping into the doorway I looked back for a moment, a single tear fought its way down my cheek.



The mouse scurried across the kitchen, having witnessed everything but understanding nothing. With practiced ease it climbed the dishtowel carelessly left dangling from the bunker. Scurrying across the bunker, its tail clipped the badly positioned ashtray and the burning embers of the cigarettes, fire falling from the sky. The burning embers landed snugly into the pile of dirty washing, waiting patiently for washing machine. It took a few minutes for the damp towel to ignite, but when it did it took the rest of the washing with it. The fire spent a few moments creating a good base for exploration around the empty kitchen. Once it was content with the burning base. It began to gently explore along the underside of the bunker, connecting with the dish towel and climbing up onto the bunker top.



The mouse looked fearfully at the merciless predator and fled the house. The fire spread along the bunker, licking up the wall and taking hold it began to search along the ceiling, finding no way through it howled. Connecting with the bottles of whiskey on the bunker its ranks renewed when the weak glass came in contact with the heat. It looked for a new outlet. Finding the wooden slatted door leading to the gas boiler. The fire furiously attacked it; the boiler not able to withstand the heat gave a short fight and eventually was beaten into submission. Giving way the fire connected with the gas supply, the explosion ripped through the house, destroying everything that tried to stand in the way. The mouse had not moved far enough from the burning kitchen and as the explosion ripped and raced through the house with a deafening roar, it caught the small creature and before it even knew what happened it was dead.



Stepping through the doorway I looked around for a few moments, knowing instantly where I was. Smiling I laughed gently “Welcome home my love” she breathed. Leading me to the bed, she pushed me into its softness, kneeling over me she lent over and kissed me a passionate kiss, that I returned with relish, I was home and I had never been happier.

Closure



Finally after a hellish day, I settled into bed finding my comfy spot. I rolled onto my side. Looking straight into her eyes, she smiled and leaned in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet and gentle "Sweet Dreams my love" rolling over, I wrapped my arms around her and closed my eyes. As soon they were closed and sleep began to take hold. I knew it was a mistake like some sort of stalker waiting in the shadows the dream grabbed me and began again.



The forest was dark the trees impossibly twisted and black as night; I knew this forest soil so dark it seemed black, twisted trees screaming in pain. The path I crunched along reminded me of quartz gravel, the rain began instantly, shed from the sky like angels tears, it soaked through my jacket plastering hair to my forehead and dripping through my eyes. I took a deep breath and smiled, I loved the rain and this was my favorite kind. Looking around I saw the shadowy figure looking closer, I saw it wasn’t shadow at all it was wearing a black cloak, it turned slightly and I caught a glimpse of pale face with scarlet lips a woman. Over the sound of the rain I could hear her words sweet almost entrancing "Come to me" I began to move along the path my eyes locked onto the flowing cloak.



I heard the whistling sound from behind me and felt the excruciating pain as something punched into my back, arching my back I screamed in pain. Reaching behind with a hand I felt around my back towards the wound, tentative soaked fingers wrapped around the blade of a dagger extruding from my lower back. "Son of a bitch" I screamed wrapping my hand around the hilt I pulled feeling the blade drawn from my flesh.

(Yes I know first aid 101 ever pull it free) The pain flowing through me made me collapse to my knees. Bringing my cupped hands to my front, I looked down at the blood soaked dagger. A small plain hilted dagger nothing special.



Staggering back to my feet I spun round looking for the attacker nothing. Looking back to the path I looked for the woman no where to be seen. "SHIT THAT HURT SON OF A BITCH" I heard the next one whistle past my face, looking back up the path from where I had come from, two cloaked figures running towards me. I dropped the dagger and sprinted into the trees.

Feeling the branches grabbing for my face I batted them away and kept running, looking down I noticed I was on a concrete path. Sprinting harder I looked back noticing the trail of blood on the rain soaked path seeing the figures behind me, I pulled every last piece of speed I could. Picking up speed, no use its not like I’m gonna lose them the blood on the path almost a neon sign here he is boys cant miss him.



The sun blinded me and I paused for a moment "What the fuck is going on?" looking back towards the forest I saw nothing but sand. I screamed, falling to my knees the sand stained red from the blood flowing down my side. Hearing the hellish sound as though the ground were opening beneath me, I saw the cracks appear and the red sand began to filter away almost like it was flowing into a hole. Realization struck "SHIIIIT" I tried to stand up and run but I couldn’t connect with my muscles, I felt myself sinking into the sand. Closing my eyes I sucked in a deep breath and dived into the sand. The sensation of being sucked downwards so powerful I felt like I was underwater and I swan downwards, lungs bursting I willed myself to hold on.



The ground opened up and I was unceremoniously dumped into a large room. Connecting with the floor I felt the pain flowing freely through my body. Spending a few moments lying there sucking in great breaths of slightly stale air, I opened one eye the glimmer of the firelight room was almost soothing and the smell of jasmine relaxed my mind further. Forcing myself into a sitting position I looked around, the room was almost perfectly circular no door I could see. At one end of the room was a large chair reminded me of a throne I once saw in a history book and sitting on it was the cloaked figure, she dropped the cloak and her long blonde hair flowed down her shoulders.

Her skin was so pale and the firelight twinkled over it, her eyes so dark in the firelight, the one thing that struck me was how red her lips were, like some sort of rose. I struggled to my feet head spinning and stars appeared, I felt weak from the blood loss, breathing deeply the sweet smell of jasmine tinged with the metallic smell of my blood. "Come to me" I heard her words again weaving a trance through my mind. I started to limp towards her. Collapsing a few steps away from her seat, the light so blinding I shielded my eyes from it.



Sitting bolt upright in my bed I didnt even need to look outside or at the clock knowing it was 4:55am. I sighed deeply and ran both hands through my hair, a hand gingerly feeling down my back no wound "shit" I whispered. I felt her hand warm and soothing drift over my sweat soaked chest "bad dream again" she murmured groggily "Yeah im sorry for waking you" I leant over and kissed her forehead "sleep" I whispered.



Sliding out of bed once her breathing returned to its deep rhythm, pulling on my cargo pants I padded barefoot downstairs, taking in a breath as I stepped onto the cold laminate floor. Padding through the pre dawn darkness I got to the kitchen, pouring a glass of water from the tap and downing it in one. I stepped outside the cool air ticklish across my chest, I lit a cigarette breathing deeply and exhaling with some force. Same dream same visions every night for the last month. I felt her arms snake round my waist and a hand brush against my face as she collected the cigarette from my lips taking a few draws she put it back between my lips. "Same thing" she murmured.

"Yup same damn nightmare" I replied.

"I don’t know how to sort it, I can’t do it, I just can’t." I whimpered feeling the tear sliding its warm path down my cheek "you go back to bed I need to write." I turned round and kissed her gently "Sweet dreams my love."

She padded back into the house and back into the warm bed I had left; I finished my cigarette enjoying the pre morning silence. Throwing it into the pot at the back door I padded into the house quietly closing the door and padded to the pc, hitting the space bar it sprung into life, the curser of word sitting patiently blinking away waiting on the words to start flowing.

Centre aligning the page I typed:

Closure.

Father,

It’s been six years since we said our final words to each other, I must say these six years have been mixed, I have some excellent times, and some bad times normally when thoughts of you drift through my mind and remind me of the wounds you inflicted. There have most enjoyable birthdays and Christmases have been loving times filled with laughter not tears and most definitely not the hell I remember when you were around.



Times have been good and I have felt a pang of pity, you missed some of the greatest moments of my adult life, my graduation an example. You made your choice and I respect it, pity it cost you so much more than that which you stole. I often felt this letter would be the closure, I required from the whole sorry episode and it’s taken me six years to perfect these words to you, gone is the anger that you drove me to the brink of suicide and that you tried to have me committed!



Not forgiven I feel I can never forgive your actions but forgotten and replaced with so many happy memories. I trust you are well in your new life, your business and new family flourishing.

My one question feel free to answer in an adult manner, if you are capable, is WHY?

Why steal from me? You had enough money to last a lifetime yet you took from me as well, why did you tear me apart? Did it make you feel better about your life? Are you proud of what you have done? When you think back to it, if indeed it ever crosses your mind. I have thought many a night of you and the past, I remember the conditions of your love and in six years I have come to realize that the very foundation of our relationship is what led to its eventual downfall, you placed conditions on your love of me, your own flesh and blood and that is why it all went the way it did.



I write this now not to beg for the return of what you stole it would be nice but is inconsequential now. I write this as closure, my past occasionally bubbles back to the surface to hurt and remind me of those days. I never closed any lines of communication I still have the same email address as I always have and if you ever wish to contact me feel free. This letter I write now is to say goodbye to the ghosts of the past that are holding me back from the future.

Goodbye father Stephen



Breathing deeply and scanning over the words I had penned, a slight smile played across my lips in the fluorescent glare from the screen. My closure had taken six years to find, I finally managed to write the letter with little or no anger tainting the words. My usual emotional detachment from the whole thing shown in the words I have written, I hit the print button and felt the desk shake as the old printer rumbled into life.

Digging around for an envelope I carefully signed and folded the letter, placing it in the envelope. The only address I knew of his business one, quick check on the internet and copying the address carefully, I placed the sealed and addressed envelope under the BMW on the bookcase. Smiling I shut down the pc, and as the darkness fell silent over the room, I felt at peace for the first time in a while. Maybe I would mail it maybe not.



Padding back up stairs and stripping off my cargo’s I slipped into bed, her warmth pressed into my back, “You finished then honey?” she muttered sleepily. Gently squeezing her hand “yes I am my love” closing my eyes a peaceful sleep overtook me for the moment the dream is forgotten.

She'd stalked him all month this one, he had caught her attention and had managed to hold it a mean feat for any mortal, she had made up many names for him in the last month, but the one she liked the most was "her tortured poet." Even thinking of it just now she smiled exposing her slight fangs, she had read some of his stuff on the internet and it had made her realize there was something different about him.



"He knows I’m stalking him, I’m moderately impressed" she muttered, searching his mind for some spark she realized "ah yes the tickling at the back of the mind I remember it well from my sire."



There were a few things that impressed her about him, his ability to disappear in a crowd or stand out when required, but his most impressive feature in her mind was his mask. On the outside he showed no emotion and few weaknesses inside however, well she had felt battles rage and the darkness fighting for control but through sheer strength of character he kept control "he'll handle the thirst fine"



"My tortured poet" she giggled Nephraytes had been 26 when sired, a tall figure with well defined breasts and a slight stomach she was pretty, she had been a lawyer at the time in London, she looked back on herself for a moment still as strong a character as every she mused, yes a bit fast to anger. But when controlled what a character I am she smiled.



Her Sire had chosen her vampire name and she had to admit she kind of liked it. She stopped following him for a moment something was wrong here. But what she gasped "He's seen my face but how?" a slight moment of panic flashed through her eyes. She delved into his mind to find the image "wait that hasn’t happened yet we haven’t even been there" ah yes I forgot he has a slight gift of foresight through his dreams, she cursed herself for panicking and looked around "Bugger" she muttered he'd disappeared.



Her stomach growled slightly, she was hungry not having fed yet, she wanted his sweet blood to be her meal for the night and by god she was going to get it. Setting off in the direction of the park she smiled, no matter I will pick up his trail I know where he's heading.



However at the back of her mind she had a niggling doubt, what would happen at the meet what if he didnt turn up! She mentally slapped herself stop it, I’m not some weak kneed mortal on a first date she was the vampire Nephraytes and she would get what she wanted this night.



Cutting towards the river she arrived in the park, knowing where to go she sped there stepping onto the damp grass smiling to herself, in an almost romantic kind of way this is perfect.



I had wandered the streets of York for a few hours, passing through the crowds of revelers on their way to this bar or that one. Laughing and joking couples or parties of hens. I was bored, pulling my PDA from my pocket, I picked a track at random and turned the sound up drowning out the noisy chatter of the world, letting the music wash through and relax me.



Wandering into the park I stopped for a moment to admire the view, the park at night is wonderful looking over the river to the Minster, a shining beacon of hope for many in the darkness of the world. "Not my idea of fun" I turned my back on the church and trudged on, the recent rain fragranced the park and everything smelled fresh.



My mind was still ticklish and it was really beginning to bug me, still I was heading for my favorite spot for writing and soon the world would be left behind spun into my dreams, where I was in charge of what happened.



I mused as I walked the park was unusually quiet tonight, none of the kids drinking, playing footie or whatever they did these days. not even the homeless chap, I sometimes shared a smoke and a story with, just me, my music and the warm wind rustling through the trees, a perfect night for an upbeat story.



Sitting in the shadows she listened "ah yes his music here he comes" she smiled at times his music was amazing, so haunting and emotional as it drifted, at others hideously modern with no soul to it. She listened and for the moment smiled his music was emotional and haunting for tonight.



I arrived at the ruins, where I have started to do some writing, the story was beginning to unfold in my mind and the music was helping it flow and take shape. Looking up to my window, I smiled perfect unbroken shadow, but something felt out of place. Scanning around I looked closely and saw it "Some bugger knocked over my ashtray" I muttered, cigarette ends littered the grass from the overturned can.



Cursing her carelessness she looked intently from the shadows "Please come my love" She whispered.



I heard those words carried over the wind "please come my love" switching off my music I stood still for a moment. See you and your bloody imagination I scalded. Moving across the damp grass, I stopped to pick up my ashtray can. I smiled breathing deeply the smell of the fresh rain, so clean. I looked up at the sandstone wall and picked a path up to my window, planting both hands firmly on the rough stone I hauled myself into a sitting position and let out a shocked gasp.



"Good Evening Stephen" she smiled as she lit a cigarette "Forgive me for intruding on what should be a writing time, but I wanted to speak with you, and well I haven’t really had a chance."



The flame from the lighter gave me a chance to check her out, her face was well proportioned her lips an interesting color of purple, her smile exposing slight what looked like fangs. I made a mental note possibly another vampire. I adjusted my position, so I was comfortable. slightly miffed there was someone in my spot but she was pretty and besides she had grabbed my attention when she used my name.



Pulling a cigarette from my packet, I placed it to my lips and when the lighter clicked so did something in my mind I paused; she sat forward and smiled



"De JA VU?" she giggled.



The conversation seemed to flow easily that night, we had a lot in common and I felt comfortable in her presence. We talked a lot about vampires and immortality, thrashing an argument for both sides.



She called herself Nikki, her vampire name was Nephraytes. She was a 26 year old Sang vampire when she told me that she said "You really don’t seem either surprised or remotely scared by this"



"Why would I be?" I replied.



She paused for a moment before continuing "ah yes an open mind I had hoped for as much and now we come to the point of the conversation tonight, I have a very real proposition for you, will you hear me out?"



I paused for a minute lighting a cigarette, I made a quick mental note to buy more "Sure I’m game for an adventure."



She smiled "Yes I guessed you would be, very well let me continue. I felt your call to me Stephen, and I have been tracking you for a month now."



"Yes I felt the tickle at the back of my mind."



"Yes but we digress from the conversation at hand, you are on the verge of a life changing decision the biggest choice you have ever had to make in your 23 years of living." she paused for effect letting her words sink into my mind before she went on "What if you never had to age a day from now, what if you never got sick or diseased and could live forever, the only downside being never seeing the sun again?" she lit a cigarette and sat back " I want to offer you immortality as a vampire"



I giggled slightly at the turn in conversation it had gotten silly, I shrugged.



"Stephen you called out for us and when I heard your call and felt your pain flowing through your words. I knew you would be perfect."



"Tell me one thing what of my family?" I asked play along for the moment I told myself.



"Ah yes the age old family question, well they will get a phone call from someone, telling them you have been murdered, suicide you chose." she shrugged "there will be a period of mourning for them, questions asked why our son, the pain brought back every year at birthdays, Christmas etc then it will pass. As for the process of changing you is as it is in the movies or books, I bite you suck you almost dry, then give you some of my blood and like one of your story characters you will die and rise again."



The way she was talking she sounded almost bored with this part of the conversation; to be honest it surprised me a little so far she had been intelligent and communicative. Now she sounded almost like a bored child about to open a Christmas present, but someone had stopped her and was asking her to describe the wrapping paper.



She stopped and it was visible on her face that this was difficult for her; all of a sudden her face changed "What of your decision then? Immortal happiness or working for the man so to speak, retiring and dying an old man or a young man never know what will happen tomorrow" she smiled and stopped.



The battle in my mind began, an even fight. Part of me saying no think of the family and your friends, the other part of me my more reckless side, if you like, was saying think of the adventure and the great things you would learn and see. The immortal freedom you have so far tried in vain to find.



She watched him intently she could the battle raging behind his eyes, she suddenly had a moment of regret she looked back on the conversation and realized she had been very blasé about it almost careless, and she wondered if this was going to all go wrong. Dipping into his mind she was shocked he was truly fighting this out, such calculation and care taken to both arguments.



She had to admit she was very impressed, but this calculation also scared her what if he said no would I have to kill him, she silenced her mind and watched the battle take a definite course.



She heard the click and looked up, sighing to herself she smiled. Mentally slapping herself for being silly, she watched him light a cigarette.



The smoke drifted through my lips and was sucked down into my lungs expanding them, the drug rushing through my blood stream and into my head bringing some much needed clarity, at least this felt real I thought. I sat back against the warm sandstone, enjoying the feeling of the rough rock against my shoulders. Pulling the darkness around me as my shield, like I had done so many times before. I let my mind take up its struggle again.



I smoked the cigarette almost as an afterthought, mechanical dragging the drug into my lungs. Both sides of me were providing a very very good argument, but part of me deep down already knew tonight I was going to die. I had tried 3 times in the past and it was slightly ironic this time it would not be self inflicted, this part of me tried to fire fear through me screamed for me to run away. You don’t want to die not after what you have lived through, but the rest of me was so busy debating it was ignored.



"Enough" I whispered "my decision is made" sitting forward, I left the darkness behind, crawling towards her; I sat facing her and said the first words that came to my mind "Bite me."



She smiled exposing her fangs "I must say I was most impressed with your deliberations, and your decision had been well made." She moved forward and kissed me on the lips surprising me a little, I felt those fangs gently playing with my lip. She drew away for a moment and began to kiss my neck.



Then I felt those fangs pierce the skin. The feeling of ecstasy is quite hard to explain in words. The giddiness, and the light headed feelings, no fear pulsed through me as I thought it would just peace flowing through my veins. She drew back again and I felt the blood coursing from my neck spreading its warmth across my chest. She lifted my head and kissed my lips her sweetness mingled with that of my own blood.



I wanted this moment to last forever, she made an incision on her own throat and thrust my lips to it "hurry now drink deep you are fading fast" my lips connected with her wound and I began to drink. Her blood was sweet with a slight metallic tint to it. The warmth of her blood surprised me, as I thought vampires were cold blooded foolish now I realized.



She thrust me away and placed me gently against the far wall, wiping her lips with her tongue she seemed sad "This is going to hurt a lot a hell of a lot!"



I didnt understand what she was saying, the world seemed to be a bit blurred and confused. I felt the pain start deep in my stomach and I felt sick, it began to rise through my body gripping my heart and lungs. I felt my breath begin to labor and with every last ounce of strength I could muster, i began to scream.



She sat back there was nothing she could do, but the tears began to flow. His pain found a voice it boiled through his mouth and the scream chilled her immortal bones. Such pain. She turned away even though her eyes were blurred with the tears, she could still see the fuzzy image of him dying in the corner. His once regular and deep breathing had become shallow and raspy she sighed. Tears still streaming down her cheeks" thankfully the end is near" she whispered crawling over to him she cradled him in her arms like a mother would hold her child, and watched.



It’s true what they say, in those last moments as my life flashed before my eyes. I realized there was no going back, hanging on as long as possible, I saw every happy moment I had ever experienced flickering like some slide show before me and the tears began to stream from my eyes.



She breathed deeply as she heard it begin "thank god" she almost smiled his death rattle had begun, the labored breaths as the body begins to die and then it happened the last breath wheezed from his lungs and he went still. Bowing her head she kissed his forehead and wiped the tears from his cheeks.



"Goodbye my tortured poet, May death grant you the peace life never could."