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3. Aurora’s Death
by
Louis-Ruthven
Sometimes, I can still feel the sunlight on me... The burning sensation that makesme scream in my coffin in the daytime... I can remember the sun from the time thatI was still alive, yet I can not remember what it felt like to walk smiling in thestreets of my birthplace... I can remember the names of the people around me, yetI can not remember their faces... I can't remember the faces, but one... Hers who Ikilled... Hers whose life I drank to the last drop. I can't remember what hadhappened afterwards, yet I can remember her squeezing my neck as I was giving herthe Death Kiss... I can remember her strength, her will to live, her last words..."show me " she had said... And I did, oh I did and I loved every second of it... Thetruth of the matter is that I could not escape my Hunger, I could not escape myunearthly nature, and I could not escape the inevitable... After that, I wandered theworld, from North to South, from East to West... I was looking for something that Icould not name, that I could not fix a notion to... I think that I was looking forabsolution, or oblivion or simply a place or a way to forget... In the middle of thosetravels, I found a place that reminded me so much of my home, that I had troublestaying there... I kept walking around searching for a face from my past, searchingfor the long gone sights and feelings... But I was empty, my will was gone along withher crimson hair, along with her green eyes, a colour I had forgotten in the endlessnights of my life...Yet there was something that was leading me on, something inside me that refusedto let go of my life, no matter how monstrous or terrible that is... I had finally cometo accept who or what I was, and I was looking for something that would accompanyme for the rest of eternity... I had still on me, the wooden cross of the old manwhose life I had drank, the first life I took in my immortal existence... When I leftthat house, when I first started to live this life, I was certain that nothing couldtouch me, that nothing would ever hold me back... I was wrong. And I found thatout in the most painful of ways...I was walking through the streets of Prague, in its peak... The city was bustling with
 
activity, with new ways of escaping the cares and problems of everyday life. I foundmyself laughing in the faces of those people who tried so hard to escape a life that Ihad forever lost. It was mid winter, and the low temperatures were sending chills upmy spine, as I was walking the dimly lit streets. I was contemplating my nextjourney when I suddenly heard a high pitched scream coming from an alley, not faraway from me... At first, I did not take any heed in its urgency, but then somethingstrange happened. That voice, was so much like hers, that I found myself running tothat place without realizing it. But it wasn't her, my mind was playing tricks on me,as if it was meaning to test my mettle, to test my wits and my sanity. When Istopped on my tracks, I was already close to the scene. Three men, of a wealthyappearance and stature, and from the looks of it, extremely sober to justify theiractions, had cornered a young woman in a small alley.She saw me, standing by, not doing anything, just a statue observing with almostscientific interest the scene. She extended one of her hands in my direction andscreamed for help. Again, her voice struck a chord in me, and I once again thoughtthat I had her in front of me... My senses were already in full alert, so when theycame to me, knives drawn and eyes thirsting for blood, I merely smiled... The firstone, a man no more than thirty, lunged at me with his knife. I lazily avoided hisstrike and grabbed his wrist with my hand. With a quick twist I heard the bonebreak, and the man let out a scream of agony. I saw the knife falling in the ground,its metallic sound reverberated from the stone walls surrounding us. The secondman, whose breath stank of absinthe ran to me full speed. I raised my hand andgrabbed him by the neck, snapping it before I threw him into the wall, in the sametime breaking his head with a sickening cracking sound. I was calm, and I knelt downbeside the man whose wrist I broke..."I hope thou hath said thy goodbyes to this world, for the world in which I shall sendthee, shall give thee no chance of that!" I whispered in a voice barely heard...I could see the terror in his eyes, such a strong feeling that made me feelsurprisingly good... He opened his mouth to protest, or beg, or pray, I know not.Without averting me eyes from his, I ripped out his neck with my bare hands, at thesame time drinking his blood which was gushing out. In the corner of my eye, I sawthat the girl was lying on the ground, not moving. I was infuriated by this sight, andwith blood still in my mouth and hands, I moved toward the third man, who saw
 
what I did to his friend, and had started to ran as if the Devil himself was after him.If it was the Devil, he would have a chance to bargain with his soul. With me, therewas no other option. Only death was an acceptable sollution to this kind of humanbeing. I easily caught up with him. I grabbed him by the neck and made him turnaround to face me... When he did, in a desperate attempt to save his pitiful life, hestabbed me with his knife in the heart. In the haze of my mind, I thought that had Ibeen human, that would have been a fatal blow. Obviously this man was acquaintedwith murder, and that made my actions a lot easier. He looked at me with mad eyes,I could see his frantic disbelief of me being still alive after such a blow. Withquestion still in his eyes, I broke both his hands, at the same time covering hismouth with my hand. His eyes spoke of rage and hatred, also of pain. Quicklythough, the pain in his eyes became more than the rage...I wanted him to die, I wanted him to know that he was going to die, but most of all,I wanted to send him to his death in the worst manner possible... So, I cut his bellyopen with my claws, and I strangled him with his own entrails. Just before he let outhis last gasping breath, I looked at him and smiled. But it was a smile that wouldhave driven anyone to madness. My fangs were already bloodstained from his friend,my eyes burned like wildfire and I could see that he finally realized that I was not ahuman... With his last ounce of strength he knew to the full extent what I was, andthat he would die in the hands of a monster. I stopped for but a second... I was inecstasy, my bloodlust once again getting a grip on me... I released the man, whostarted having spasms of pain between his urgent intakes of air, the last ones hewould ever have. I simply stayed there, kneeling beside him, just looking at him, mysmile gone, but my eyes speaking of endless torment. My hands shot to his head,and my thumbs started pushing his eyes ever further in to his skull. By the time hedied, I was drenched in blood, and his eyes were laying at my feet in anunidentifiable pulp...I walked to the body of the girl, only to realise that she was not dead, as I hadoriginally thought. Snow was coming down now, mixing with the blood in this smallalley. I knelt beside her, slowly brushing her red hair from her face. What I sawstruck me to the core of my existence. Those hair, that face which I could neverforget... I seemed to me that I was looking at her... Tears started flowing from myeyes, and I cried, for the first time in centuries... I closed my eyes tight and once
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