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|This is the first episode of my Vampire Chronicles. Waiting was supposed to be a totally individual short story that just came to me one night but I really loved the character and I've done some more with her. She's kind of a reluctant villain and definatly one of my personl favourites. Hope you enjoy, feel free to comment. Watch this space for more of her. |
Recommended Listening: Slaying the Dreamer by Nightwish - oh yes, I've discovered Nightwish >:-D
Emma Kathryn McDonald
She hated this; mainly because she had no control over it. It was like another being was wearing her skin. She never wanted to be like this; the one who had turned her only did so because he claimed she was “too pretty to put to waste.”
It was a horrific condition and each step of it was worse than the ones it followed. First, she would see someone she wanted. Next, she would follow him and learn as much about him as she could. Then she would obsess about him and she would not be able to stop until she had had him.
“Immortality,” she thought to herself as she stood in the shadows, “it is more of a curse than a blessing and anyone who says otherwise has not been around for as long as I.” She was leaning against the outer wall of the old tavern, waiting for him. She lifted her head to the clouded night sky as a rough wind whipped the veil of raven hair away from her pale face. There would be a storm rolling in any moment now. It was the midst of summer and even the nights were hot and uncomfortable; the area was in desperate need for a storm to break and clear the air. She looked out onto the wide grassy field which lay to the east of the tavern. The tall grasses were being swept around wildly by the wicked wind and she watched as the wind made them dance and listened as they whispered to one another about the cruelty of the wicked wind. She longed for the days when she could have watched this display while bathing in the warmth of the midday sun but now the condition forbid her from doing so, unless she wished for her immortality to come to a fiery close.
She heard the tavern door swing open. The creaking of the heavy door and the prattle of voices brought her out of her daze. She pressed herself against the wall, allowing the shadows to cloak her, and waited. It was him. He closed the door behind him after bidding his friends a goodnight, and then he stepped down onto the worn path and began his journey home. She slowly counted to five then set off to follow him. She eyed him closely, taking in every movement he made. No sooner had she set foot on the old path than the rain started, as predicted it would. It was heavy and intense. He looked to the sky, shaking his head as he turned up the collar of his coat, thus covering his neck. This agitated her and she quickened her pace, nearing him faster.
“This is it,” she decided as the rain beat down on her, causing her long black hair to cling to her wet face. “I end this one tonight. Enough is enough; I have waited and watched for this one for two long weeks and tonight I finish it. And then I leave before they find me or I find another one of them.”
He came to his home and stopped, preparing to open the door. She was immediately behind him now and, if it still functioned, her heart would beat so strong that it would shatter her chest. She waited until he reached out to push open the door before she placed her slender hand on his shoulder.
“Nathaniel,” she sighed seductively, as he twitched under her touch, causing him to turn around. He stared into her pale eyes as her crimson lips retracted, revealing the unnaturally sharp incisors, and he did not even have the chance to scream as she pulled back his coat and went for his neck.
She would end this now. She would not turn him as was so cruelly done to her centuries ago; she would simply end this wild dance of hiding and watching and waiting. It must end…
The dance was over and she was gone long before he was even cold.
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