The Vampire’s Love

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Written by Jen Hector
Chapter one
My story begins in a little suburban town, outside of
Glenn Cove. It was a nice little town where everyone was
friendly. Of course no one would suspect the horror that
was hidden under the streets, the horror that only
surfaced at night. But before I tell you that part of the
story I shall start from the beginning of this dreaded tale.

I was a little girl when the chaos started, at the tender

age of 9, the age when you’re not supposed to know the
truth about life yet. But I learned way to early.

The death of my mother was a big change in my life, I

mourned her death for years until I was 14. By that time I
was past anyone’s help, and no doctors or pills could rid
me of my disease. I had slipped into a stage of deep
depression, when came to realize the wondrous, morbid
world of gothism.
That was when I met Damien, whose name I thought was
ironic because then he seemed like an angel to me, and
he was my angel of darkness.

One day on our one year anniversary he told me "I want

you to join my clan". I had no idea what he meant, was
this some odd pun to say he wanted to have sex? This
was not the case with Damien though.

One night I snuck out of my house and met him where he

told me to, at the entrance to the town sewers. "Where
are we going?" I asked quite scared for the hour had
struck midnight and the moon shined eerily as it made
ghost like shadows around us. "Some refer to it as
paradise, some call it hell, but I rather enjoy just calling it
home. I hope you will share it with me one day too and
you can be my Queen of Darkness!"

We walked though the dark passage ways that reminded

me of catacombs, that feed on decaying bodies and lost
souls. Then we reached my new home. It was a dark,
very gothic looking chamber filled with people all laden
in black attire.
Damien took me into one of the back rooms and got me
a drink, it was a blood red color that tasted salty and
sickly sweet all at the same time.

He told me about his past and how he started this shelter

for homeless vampires. "Vampires?" I asked questionably
but I could see from the truth in his eyes he was not
kidding.

"Yes my love, I to am a creature of the night, the undead,

and a Prince of Darkness" he smiled at me as he spoke
and only then did I see that his teeth were abnormally
larger than most, they were actually fang-like. I stared at
him in disbelief until he spoke again, "You see my love, I
have been waiting for centuries to find the perfect girl to
turn into my Queen, and now I have found you, and my
search is complete. My dearest, I want you spend the
rest of eternity with me, will you?"

He was so sweet and sincere I could only reply yes,

maybe I was hypnotized by his eyes which were a
brilliant shade of gray, but in my heart I knew this is what
I wanted. "Ok" I said "Are you sure?" he replied, probably
as surprised as I was that I had said yes, "Yes I’m
positive".

He kissed me then slowly and gently put his mouth on

my neck and with the slightest pressure bit it, and
suddenly I could feel all my energy and blood rushing out
of me. He kept on until I thought he would kill me, but
for some strange reason I trusted him, even with my life.

He then stopped, and I felt as if I might faint, then he

drew his own blood and fed it to me. The feeling was
miraculous, and like nothing that had ever happened to
me before, except when he gave me that deadly red
drink of passion. I felt stronger more lively than I ever
had before, I could even feel his heart beat racing
through his veins then into mine.

Then he spoke ever so softly to me, so soft I could hardly

hear it over his drumming heart beat, "That’s enough my
dear, you don’t want to kill me, now do you?" he said
with a slight laugh and a look of compassion on his face,"
But I know your need is strong and I will get you a kill by
tonight."

This is my story how I became the Queen of the Undead.

A hundred long years later, I was still living with Damien.
We were happy in our own little underground lair. Our
clan once a small club had grown in multitudes, but many
old patrons we lost. They were careless enough to step
outside into the real world and were killed by vampire
hunters, or "The people of the light" as some clan
members liked to call them.

Times had also drastically changed in my little town, it

had become "dirty", as some may call it. It was filled with
sin, not just any ordinary sin either, but a sin that was so
deep inside it that nothing could remove it. This sin had
been building up for centuries, and very few even knew
about it. It wasn’t just because of the drug dealers and
hookers, that was the sin you could see, smell and taste
anytime you walked though the "red-light district".

The other sin though was deep underground, maybe we

were the cause, but little did we know it would bring us
to our end. Over the years Damien had told me more
about his life as a vampire, he could not remember
anything before that, and he also told me about the
dreaded war between vampires and mortals. The battles
used to happen all the time, and they were filled with
bloody massacres with both sides facing many losses.
The battles had started as early as 1457, the time of Vald
the Impaler, or Vald Dracula, as he was also known as.

The "massacres", as many of our vampire ancestors

called them, had died down by now. It was like a pot of
water set on a stove top, the heat had been turned down
low but now slowly, over the next twenty years, the heat
would grow and soon the water would boil over, just like
the blood of our kind would spill in overflowing amounts.

Even with knowing these horrible things had once

happened to my ancestors, we still lived a happy life. We
received an average of seven new vampires a month.
Many were scared and they had been booted out of
society like a stray dog. I had found a real liking to one
little vampire named Lothair, he was about the age of
five, and I had adopted him as my son. We would get
blood from donors that had agreed to an oath of Secrecy,
and when we could not get enough donors we would
steal other humans blood, but we never killed anyone. So
it all was working out until one dreaded day on Friday,
October 13th, when we met a young vampire, around
the age of 16, who had come crawling to our lair, naked,
and very afraid. We clothed him and asked him about his
life. He was a vampire, named Damher, who had tried to
make it on his own only to realize the world was a cruel
place to our kind and then he had been savagely beaten
almost to the point of death by some ruthless mortals.

He seemed very nice though so we nursed his wounds,

gave him blood, and let him rest in a fine, satin filled,
mahogany coffin. We soon learned though that he was
trouble, and by that time it was to late.
Dahmer, had grew well and now he was as excited and
curious as a little boy. He wanted to learn everything
about vampires, so Damien took him under his wings and
became his teacher. When Damien had told him about
the "massacres" Dahmer was appalled. "Why don’t we
fight the mortals?" he shouted "Instead of sitting around
letting our precious clan members die!" he was acting
crazed. Damien tried to calmly explain to him "Dahmer,
what you don’t understand is that if we fight back we
would be revealed to the world, and the mortals would
come together with their armies, and all of our kind
would be slaughtered unmercifully. Do you see know?"
he asked. "No" Dahmer said. "Dahmer, it is better to risk
the lives of some, then to kill all. If we started to fight
with the mortals we would cause a huge civil war, that
would only end with our defeat." he calmly explained. I
still don’t understand your reasoning; I thought you
actually cared about your clan.

I guess I was wrong though!" he ran off tears streaming

down his face, filled with confusion and hate. "Dahmer
come back now!" Damien shouted outraged. "Let him go
dear," I said, Damien turned frightened until he saw me
there, "he’s just confused and scared, as we all are, give
him time he’s so young and does not know our ways
yet." "Ok" he replied, with a look of failure on his face.
"Take the rest of the day off dear. You look terribly weak,
have you fed today?" "No" he replied bashfully. "Then
go, I heard a fresh new supply just came in." he smiled at
me a little then kissed me. "I love you." he said. I was so
surprised for he had never said this to me, actually no
one had since my mother died, "I love you too, now get
out of here!" I replied playfully. Then I spent the rest of
the day with Lothair.

A week later we had still not seen Dahmer, but we were

not worried. We knew he would come back soon to feed.
Of course he did, and his curiosity had grown. Once again
Damien became his tutor, and once again they argued
over going to war with the mortals but not as seriously as
before. These arguments were more like ones a Christian
and a scholar would have about evolution. Then one day,
Dahmer started to protest again. Rumors about his ideas
were spreading though the colonies like wild fire. Some
people considered his ideas splendid and thought of him
as a god but the others thought that he was an idiot.
Which I might add he wasn’t, he had a brilliant mind but
used it the wrong way, like a mad scientist would. Finally
he took a group of his followers and left the peaceful
haven of their home to step out into the world that
would become their end. We tried to stop them in
everyway possible but it was to late, they were
determined. All we could do was hope if they did die that
they would rest peacefully in paradise, and may the gods
bless their souls.
It had been over two months since we saw Dahmer and
his followers, and by now we were sure they were dead.
One day though we heard a noise coming from the
entrance to our lair. Then we saw five vampires, a few of
our old members and some new ones, coming down the
tunnels. We were all surprised to find that any were
alive, well half alive at least, but many were badly hurt.
Then we saw Dahmer, he looked the same as they day he
came here, and he was badly beaten again. He also had
made a nice young girl into his mate and, if my eyes did
not deceived me, she looked like she was pregnant!

We were all happy to have our clan back together again,

and we held a huge celebration, but our happiness would
quickly die off as we found what deadly deeds our clan
members had gotten us into. Dahmer came to me after
the celebration and spoke unforgettable words of horror
to me.
"Madame I fear I have done something terrible, and
unforgivable." I though he maybe made a small mistake,
but nothing would prepare me for the words about to be
spoken, "Nonsense I’m sure it’s not the bad." "Oh It is
Madame I have put all of our lives in danger!" he looked
so serious, I was suddenly frightened "Maybe you should
tell Damien this, not me."

He sensibly replied "Ok." I took him to Damien’s Study,

and whispered in his ear " Dahmer has something very
important to tell you, but please don’t yell at him." I
closed the door to the study and I heard Dahmer sobbing
and Damien sounded angry but he kept his cool. Dahmer
ran out about a half hour later, and I went to see what he
had said. What was that about?" I asked Damien. "That
stupid boy! He has started a war with the mortals! You
must help me my love. Please!" he yelled outraged and
scared. Then he started to cry, the strong vampire I had
grown to admire, he who had no feelings, was crying! I
knew we were in trouble and I could only feel
compassion for him. "Ok, tell me what we need to do." I
said, trying to sound strong. "Well we need to contact all
the vampire clans that we can, but first we need to warn
our own clan."
We had warned our clan and the other clans, and were
now preparing for the battle of our lives. Of course we
were frightened out of our minds, but we had chosen our
fate. We had accepted to this fight, and now we had to
finish it, for vampires were to proud of creatures to back
out of a fight. The Tragic day had now come and we were
ready.

We were decked out in our armor, all of the vampires of

the world. The humans were fully armored too and they
had massive weapons. We had our pride though, and
some weapons of our own, and we would go down with
victory in our hearts. Finally our massive civil war had
begun. The battle was a very bloody one as all of our
friends were falling right before our eyes. It was a terrible
sight for anyone person to see. I was fighting right beside
Damien, then in an instant he was no longer there.

Then I looked at the ground and there was my love lying

on the ground, in a pool of his own blood, dying. He
looked like a beautiful rose that had been trampled on. I
started to cry with tears that were full of hate and love.
He whispered to me, while choking on his own blood,
"My love, I fear I am dying but it is my fate and I must
accept it. I love you though." Then it was finished and
that fateful day my only true love died in my arms.

My eyes had turned red with revenge, but I also longed

to die for a life without Damien is no life at all. So then
with all the power of a broken heart, I went to seek
revenge, and suddenly had enough energy and courage
to take out, at least a few mortals. Then it was my turn to
look death in the face as one of the humans sharp
daggers plummeted thought my skin straight into my
strong heart. All of a sudden I couldn’t breathe and
everything went black, I was slowly bleeding to death
and there was no one who could help me. Suddenly
everything turned white, such a pure and serene
beautiful white it was unbelievable, and then in the pure
brilliant chaos of the scene there once again was my
love, my Damien, and he had his arms outstretched to
greet me. I was so happy, it was the best moment in my
whole life. Then we walked together down the long
tunnel to paradise.