The 1980s, a decade of violence and impunity, the world of immortals also reflected in the world of mortals. The peace treaty of the three clans that divided the country, 'Noctua,' Tigris' and 'Ardea', was to be broken, and the spirits were agitated. Anonymous attacks on territories and buildings belonging to the clans became recurrent, many of the members already believed that the war had begun.
And it is in the midst of this situation that Emily Orsh, first in the line of succession of the Ardea clan, disembarks at Archnorth airport, in the region dominated by the Noctua clan. The clock at the top of one of the arches on the roof indicated that it was not long until sunrise, Emily then traced a hurried path to the car that she had rented in advance. A completely black-painted Pontiac Firebird stood out in the middle of the runway that gave access to the airport landing, the filters installed in that car were special, and would not allow the sun's rays to burn her skin ... and bones.
She drove the car towards the hotel located in the most expensive part of the city, Emily had already booked a 'special' room, prepared for her short stay. Many immortals, 'vampires', become bland when they reach 'non-life', they lose the pleasure of life, art, music, and all the beauty that should be the primary focus of eternal, non-tedious life. Emily was in love, a love she had never felt before reading J.Fleetwood's work, the pseudonym of her favorite author. She could see hidden in his words, that he understood as well as she what death was, and how was like to have to live forever.
After gathering all her courage, she sent a letter in which she revealed her feelings for the novel written by Mr. J, but she clearly did not believe she would receive an answer, Mr. J was an extremely popular mortal in his community, and she did not Believed he would take time off to talk to a stranger.
It was really surprising, when a letter of reply was delivered to her. Not just one, but all the letters she sent to him always returned a written response, it was only a matter of time before they became close friends. Bound by the same thing that robbed her cold heart, the words, and every written and unwritten phrase, she felt the fear that they would stop coming.
And that was what happened, little by little, the correspondences from Mr. 'J' were ceasing to arrive, until one day she received a last letter of farewell.
Without understanding what she had done wrong, Emily could not stand inert, deep down, she knew that, as the successor of the Ardea clan, she should allow herself to be forgotten by that mortal, to follow her destiny and strengthen the clan, which depended so much on her.
But she refused to accept that fate, and then hastily planned her quick escape into the dangerous territory of the Noctua clan, where Emily would visit that address listed in the letter, and declare her love.
After entering the Green Oak Hotel, the best hotel in the city, she went to sleep in her special room, with armored windows and security enhanced, hoping to find her favorite author. She was afraid, afraid he would reject her for the monster she was and feel the disgust of her cold skin.
The next night she went out for her hunting, the blood of the mortals no longer pleased her, but it was necessary, all Emily Orsh wanted now was to feed herself on art, on the writing of those novels that touched her soul. She then set off for Mr. J's apartment, waited outside for a few minutes, looking up from the street, and then decided to enter through the window that was open at that moment.
As she entered through the second-story window, the mere sight of the object of her admiration writing gloomily on his typewriter almost made her heart beat again. Emily spent a few moments admiring him when she saw him. On the beam of the ceiling was a rope tied, and then, it all made sense. She never felt such sadness as on that day, not because his love planned to take his own life, death was part of her routine; She felt sad, for they were more alike than she imagined.
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A cold breeze blew past the window, and then she moved through the shadows to the door of his room, seconds after that he got up and went to the window.
She decided that he would forever be her, forever her writer, and she, his unconditional fan.
It took some time for Emily to dare to explain to Jared, what was the curse she had inflicted on him, despite the bonds between master and child, she was determined not to use her powers to influence his opinions anymore.
Vampires were already part of the national folklore and, although extremely exaggerated, 'monsters' were Hollywood movie fever. Explaining his condition was not difficult, Jared listened quietly, seemingly startled about the possibilities that implied his curse.
She spent some time to explain that vampires did not fear garlic or crossroads, but that the Sun light was indeed lethal, and that the fire burned harder on their skin, and their head might rather be a weak spot, with enough damage. Jared listened for a long time to the explanations given by Emily, understood that his non-life would now be different, that he would have to make excuses to maintain appearances in the mortal world.
For a while, Jared followed Emily's instructions without squirming any reaction, she led him to the street in front of the hotel, dressed in a dark suit, bought by she while he slept. As she explained about the special characteristics inherited by her vampire family, he wandered through his memories. All he could remember now was Mr. Gaston, the filthy moneylender who planned his fall.
"Yes, how could I forget?" Thought Jared, remembering his ex-wife, whom he had been married for a single day, just so she would abandon him and take away much of his fortune from an unscrupulous contract. Before, he wanted to forget everything that had happened to him, but now all he could think about was the people who betrayed him. Why?
"Jared, my darling," Emily said shyly, inwardly fearing an adverse reaction from him, she braced herself for various situations that might occur, waited for him to shout, for him to hate her, but did not expect this. A silence that seemed contagious, she had recognized that very well, as a predator as she was. It was the silence that preceded the hunt.
"Jared, I know it's a lot at once, but you need to be feed."
The street they passed was quiet and partly dark, the track was clearly damp, certainly rained a few minutes ago. Cars passed occasionally, causing little sneezes of water, and the old poles surrounding the hotel illuminated only a few sections of the sidewalk. It was when a woman appeared around the corner, carrying an umbrella and walking hastily along the sidewalk.
She did not appear to be over 40, her blond hair, clearly painted, already showed the originally dark color in its roots, sunburned skin was covered in a uniform that appeared to be from a nearby diner, which Jared knew well.
Emily then, to demonstrate to Jared how to use his gifts, stepped forward to intercept the woman, but was stopped by his cold hand.
"No," said Jared.
Emily turned to him and said, "You need to learn, leave me ..."
He ignored her and headed toward the blonde woman, remembering Emily's explanations, and then tried to activate his gift. He felt his blood warm, a slight tingling in his skin, he could feel the power running through his dead veins. The woman looked at him, seemingly intoxicated by his exhaled power.
"Come with me." And the woman followed him as if they were old acquaintances.
Smiling, she closed her eyes, as if expecting a sweet kiss. But all she could feel was a pain in her neck. It was an exciting pain, much more delightful than any sexual experience she had in her life, and then, darkness. Before he could extract too much, Jared stopped sucking.
Trying to hide her jealousy, Emily asked frightened:
"Jared, you ???"
Jared then lifted his head, blood staining his chin and neck, red fillets jutted from the corner of his eyes, as if he were crying.
"Thank you, Emily."