The blood swirled around her mouth as the dark-red blood sent her into a trance that she couldn’t escape from. Blood was dripping from her mouth, landing on top of her breast and it continued to drip. She swallowed the blood and sunk her teeth deeper into the skin, bursting a blood vessel and blood sprayed into her open mouth. She treated the open blood vessel like a chocolate fountain. When the blood slowed down, her knife-like teeth pounced into the large and bloody cut. She created a pool of blood within the open cut and gulped. The pool of blood instantly vanished, and she was tearing at the skin, pulling it off and then began chewing on his meat, fat and skin. She got carried away with the flowing blood. Blood covered her white dress to the point of it nearly becoming a red dress. She continued to suck the blood from the draining Arthur, recovering large amounts of energy; however, the enjoyment was far more satisfying than recouping vigour. She lived for it.
Yet, Elizbeth knew she was forgetting something. Something that was important. And instantly it came to her, “Danny,” she said abruptly, thinking how long it had been since he ran away. She knew it had been a few minutes, and began to prepare for the hunt, yet a noise disturbed her, and she was surprised to see her lover on his feet. “You are finally awake then.” Her voice was sharp and without empathy.
She seen his apologetic face and she instantly got to the point, “Get our son!” Her words were quick and precise. He nodded his head, followed her directions and she went straight back to chewing on Arthur, thinking what a fool Kiran was.
The gentle wind brushed his boiled arm, sending a shiver down his neck and he feared his plan, not knowing if it would work. His mother would surely smell it. She was smart, quick and seemed to have power over his father since they had changed. He began to believe failure would be inevitable. Even if he killed his mother, he thought, that would certainly feel like a loss. Every corner was a dead end.
Danny knew he wanted death more than anything. He wanted to run away and die with what peace he had left. Although his anger had consumed him. He wanted his parents’ deaths, and he knew only one was to go and he was willing to die if his revenge was to fail. He swore to himself that torment was off the cards completely, using suicidal thoughts to boost his confidence. He continued to hide, waited for the time to come while he pondered to keep him sane, yet it still didn’t help; he was winless. He had no hope of living; his last hope had just been crushed. He sat hiding in shrubbery waiting for his death or his mother’s death, thinking both needed to happen and he wished for it, prayed for it and hoped for it.
Yet his confidence was still under attack. Arthur’s death had stunned him and everything good outcome felt impossible to overcome, he thought, then again, was there any good outcomes? Danny could not get Arthur out of his mind, especially the sounds that were unbearable to listen to; it made his ears bleed. Danny thought it was better to die and give up on this pain, anger and revenge that haunted his soul. He didn’t want to be eaten, tormented and killed in a ghastly way like Arthur; however, he thought she would have killed him by now. He began to wonder why he was still alive. He thought, why haven’t they killed him yet? Let alone his injuries, he thought, how was he surviving with such bad injuries anyway?
Kiran stopped near the garden back door - suffered from a lack of energy – and he thought, how pathetic he was for losing to a mere mortal. He kneeled with his face turning in the direction of Elizbeth, his face was worried, and his anxiety went through his body. He hoped she wouldn’t see him. As he continued to kneel in defeat, he felt an overwhelming feeling of disappointment, disappointed in himself that it forced him to stand. His legs felt like jelly as they trembled and he quickly grabbed the wall to steady himself and his hate for himself grew larger. Yet he knew blood had to go down his throat for him to have a chance of doing anything but his drive to impress her was too much, and he slowly departed from the kitchen.
His legs continued to feel like weights, yet he persists, thinking Danny was an easy hunt. He promised himself that no other mortal would give him a challenge. He was ashamed of losing and nothing could get him to look at himself in a mirror again; he thought, if that was possible anyway.
Kiran hated his failure. Elizbeth was his love, the only thing he lived for and the fact that he dismayed her was killing him from the inside. He considered whether he was worthy to be her king. But he knew she would accept redemption, yet the state of his vigour crushed his spirit and stopped him in his steps. The sky looked upon him and he felt judged by the mighty cardinal sky that represented every immortal. He felt unworthy to look at its beauty and charm.
The black sun with the red sky inspired the strength that ran through the vampire’s blood. But he knew he did not have that strength that made him the one who was virtuous. Yet he could not let go of her, she is his everything and he needed to win his right to be her lover, even if he died trying. He just hoped his soon to be son didn’t go far.
Danny was waiting patiently. The bush surrounded him, and he could not wait to show himself and wake from this hideous nightmare. Yet his confidence was draining, and he began to consider getting his mother’s attention and lead her to his plan instead of waiting but the risk of her catching up to him when running away from her was too high and his body felt broken. He decided to let things be, but he promised to himself that he would never get captured and tortured again, while looking at some pills.
He pushed downwards on part of the bush, tried to see the back door and he saw it was still closed. His face was full of disappointment as he let a sigh out. The fear of his plan not working made him want to run away and die alone but his fury was too strong. He didn’t care that it was his mother; she was gone in his eyes, that once loving face which soothed Danny and her sweet arms that made Danny’ heart warm. All that had gone without a trace. He had to believe it; however, he did believe in his anger and that’s all Danny needed, he thought.
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But he could not forget his last happy memories that felt further away. Although the hope to overcome them was strong. He needed to forget what happened in the life where he was the happiest, he had ever been. He wanted to kill his mother and kill himself. But he knew that wasn’t going to be easy; however, Arthur’s face and his own torment would allow him to remember that anger and forget them beautiful memories.
Memories that would fill a thousand kids with joy. Memories that would cure depression. Memories that took flight. Memories that would make an orphan feel love if they had them. Memories that brought power. Memories that would last thousand years. Memories that could save a life.
Suddenly he heard the back door open, his heart began to pound like bell and his head spun. He was losing his nerve, thinking how he could even defeat his mother; she was too smart. However, his face dropped as he seen his father stumble through the door – Danny could not believe that he was seeing a dead man walking – his father’s face was torn apart – and blood was still pouring out. Danny suddenly had confidence that his plan was going to work with no trouble whatsoever; thus, he dragged himself out of the bush, walked towards the tree, which he had earlier settled on choosing to spy on his mother before confronting her and then he continued to watch Kiran.
Kiran was struggling to walk, thinking his mission was impossible and knew he was going to be replaced. Suddenly the idea of being replaced spurred his anger and he used that anger to give him energy and to make him her one and only. His stride began to hurry and walk in the direction of the wet ground.
However, he sensed a bad feeling which caused him to stop and look to the sky. The bad feeling grew clearer as the sky, once again, looked upon him. Kiran’s stomach was upside down, making him wince and he instantly began to focus on his bad feeling. He struggled at first with all the previous thoughts he had had. The focus was steadily going, and he needed to get back on track. His thoughts slowed down as he breathed in and out. However, it wasn’t enough; he could not feel their sky which shot a red light into his face as he wished for the strength to carry on. As a minute went by, Kiran felt an instinct. He sensed someone was watching him.
His eyes were flying around, to trees, bushes and fences but he could not see anyone watching him. The bats flying above began to infuriate him, he thought they were laughing at his incompetence that even he was starting to hate. He thought, how he could hate himself? And then his pouring emotions was directed at the bats.
Danny was in disbelief. He could not believe his father had seemed to lost the plot, screaming at his own team and it made him feel sorry for his father. He thought, could he murder his father when he is acting desperate, pathetic and in complete misery. But a thought came into his mind that seemed the logical action to proceed with and Danny gently spoke to himself, “can I put him out of his misery?” Danny had no answer for himself, except for one, one that was too obvious. He knew his father would still be after him and the idea of torture again was too much for him, so he decided to go ahead with his plan, even if it did sadden him.
He was about to come from behind the tree and face his father, yet as he moved his foot, his heartbeat was struck like a guitar and sent him back behind the tree. Danny just wished his body was muted. Though when he heard his father’s angry screams, once again, his heated body grew cooler. He had never felt such relief. Yet a lingering feel would not leave; a feeling that he knew would eventually drive him insane, if his wounds didn’t do that already.
He had to push himself; his anger was too strong to ignore.
Danny pulled his weight from behind the tree. His face had no sweat, no nervousness and showed no fear; however, Danny knew that was a stone cold lie. He reached his planned position to stand, then shouted his father with what courage he had left. As he shouted, his hands began to violently shake; he thanked the lord for not having to use a pen. He clenched down on his lips causing blood to slowly drip from his lip, which he hoped Kiran would not see. Finally, Kiran looked him in the eyes, his legs became jelly and Danny felt like giving up on his plan and just ending it there and then. But his anger had already consumed him.
Kiran seen the fear in his eyes, yet a flicker of confidence came out of Danny, which left him confused. But he continued to stand in delusion. Kiran felt himself impossible to defeat, his rage was immense, and he could not be handled, he thought.
Danny began to speak as Kiran moved towards him. “I hope you’re ready for this because I sure am.” Danny quickly brings a lighter out of his pocket - stares his father straight in his eyes with evil intent – and spoke with pure hatred. “Have you not noticed the floor?” He could see his father’s befuddled face and it made him laugh on the inside, “You always have been a great fool.” Danny spun the lighter’s spark wheel – seeing the flame – which gave him an immense feeling of power that he had craved since being trapped in that godforsaken chair. He gave his father one last look which stopped time for him. He wondered if he should do it. Yet without a second thought, Danny threw the lighter to soaking ground where Kiran was standing.
Sudden flames appeared like magic that surrounded Kiran, obstructed him from getting to his son and he howled to the blackened sun. As the flames closed in, Kiran pleaded with his son, hoped that he would listen; however, Danny’s face remained silent. Kiran continued to howl as the magic like flames began to burn at his flesh with no remorse. His yells became rotten, stronger and harder to listen to. Danny stepped back, which made Kiran yell at him, “How can… you do… this? You… are… horrid! We would… never… never! Do this.”
Danny was in disbelief, nothing had prepared him to kill his father; yet alone burn his father, which stung his eyes just watching. The smell of the meat, flesh and hair all burning disgusted his stomach and suddenly he began to throw up, although the sick was just yellowly liquid. The desperate and cowardly bellows were crushing his head with guilt. He could hear the crackling from how good his father was as kindling, and it disturbed Danny to the core of his heart and soul. Although, he knew they had already been broken and had no recovery on the horizon.
Kiran was now in the centre of the flames which brought him to his knees. He now knew death was at the door. The unnatural, rising flames were melting his skin black, which sent parts of the melting skin to drip to the flaming floor and the fallen off skin instantly turned to ash. Kiran was covered in boils that popped as soon as they appeared and as each one popped, his screams increased and turned into colossal howls.
The immensely loud howls caused Danny to put his hands on his ears while kneeling on the ground and he hoped it would stop soon. It sounded like pain, pure pain that ran through Danny’s eardrums, which made them feel like they were going to explode. Seeing and hearing his father’s rampant, never-ending screams was tearing his heart in two but he knew he had to let go. Let go of the ones that raised him.