All She
Does
All the bloody chit does is
cry. Sometimes I think the sound of it will drive me even
crazier than Dru is. I try to block it out of my head, but
I can't seem to escape it. I think about killing her,
letting her join her friends. But when she stares at me
with those big teary doe eyes of hers, I can't bloody bring
myself to do it. It's like she's cast a spell over me or
something, but I know she wouldn't even be capable of doing it in
her current state.
I don't even know why I took her. I should have killed her
along with the rest of the lot. Maybe I was drunk on
slayer's blood or something. After all, I showed no mercy
to the rest of them. I was impressed by their fight,
though. The watcher showed the briefest hint of a darker
side, as did the moron. Demongirl screamed and cried a lot,
which was more bloody annoying than anything else. The
little blonde witchy friend of theirs tried casting a spell of
some kind, but she was too shaken up to get the incantation
right. The farmboy might have stood a chance, but he was
too busy weeping over the slayer. Too easily distracted to
put up a real fight. Bloody amateurs.
I saved her for last. I wanted to watch her beg for
mercy. Her friends were all dead, their blood slowing
drying on my clothes. I expected her to be utterly
helpless. But she wasn't. She fought like a bloody
maniac, and I loved it. So I brought her with me.
I had hoped that she would keep the same fire. I thought
for a while that she would. She fought me even harder when
I bedded her the first time. I think that's what finally
broke her. Not the act itself, but her reaction to
it. Even as she screamed and protested, her body begged me
for more. That's what is slowing killing her. She can't
deal with the fact that she willingly lies down with the demon
that butchered her friends. Sometimes when she's lying
beneath me gasping and panting, I can almost hear her begging for
forgiveness for the way she's betrayed her friends'
memories. I think she would ask me to kill her, but she
knows I can't. I can see it in her eyes when she looks at
me. She knows that I can't give her up. So I keep
waiting for the tears to stop and the fire to return. I
don't think it will.
It doesn't matter though. I'm running out of time
now. I can feel the rage and hatred radiating through the
bond I once shared with my sire. He won't let me go, won't
let me escape unpunished after bathing in the blood of his former
love. And I can only keep running for so long before he
catches up to me.
I wonder if he knows that I have her. I wonder how he will
react when he smells me on her, sees my mark on her. What
will he do when he sees the dark bruises that my fingers have
left on her delicate skin? I'm sure it will just infuriate
him more. Maybe then he'll kill me quickly.
One of the minions asked why I don't just turn her. He
doesn't understand the power the chit has over me. I am
frightened of what she would become. Me, William the
Bloody, afraid of what a newly made vampire could do to me.
It's bloody ridiculous, but I am. If she could affect me so
deeply as a mere mortal, then I know I can't handle the demon she
would become. Besides, she doesn't want it. She wants
to rejoin her friends, to ask for their forgiveness.
She will take her own life when I'm gone. I can see it in
her actions, the way her eyes linger on the silver dagger I used
to carve my initials into her smooth skin. When Peaches
stakes me, my redheaded witch will open her veins and her sweet
blood will spill onto the floor. Perhaps it will trickle
down into the pile of ashes I will be. That would be
poetic. Peaches will try to save her, but he won't be able
to. She is half dead already, the blood in her veins is
merely a formality.
He will waste her blood, let it pour out of her body without the
merest taste. That is a small comfort for me. She
will have been mine and only mine. The wolf and the witch
are nothing. Only I have drunk from her while I was buried
inside her heat. Only I will know the delicate taste of her
blood tinged with fear and desire.
I turn my head towards her to stare at her one last time.
Peaches is here, and I will not fight him. I blow a kiss to
her and watch as she picks up the dagger. It will all be
over soon.
