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Buried beneath the earth, he twisted in agony as her fear and pain tore through him. Trapped he roared futility as she whimpered his name, every instinct fighting against the paralysis of the sun that held his body safe in the soil as hers was tortured.
Her soft mortal flesh so vulnerable to the hate of the inquisition, her every breath was labored in his ears as she struggled. He should never have come back for her. He had led the devils right to her door. Every cut of a blade, or burning flesh he felt with her.
Bursting through the soil as the last rays of the sun slid from the sky, He shot out over the tree tops, his enraged battle cry echoing out over the small town, the shutters and locks slamming into place as he landed the cobblestones cracking under him as his glowing eyes glared at the houses around him.
Tonight he would break his promise, tonight he would feast again on the blood of mortals, starting with those hiding on sanctified ground. Turning his back on the peasant’s that cowered in the dark of the homes he approached the tall oak doors of the abbey.
Her need for him beating against the insides of his skull, the beam locking the door closed splintering with the force of his single blow. The robed men turning from their worship, as he stepped forward, ignoring the burning of his feet as he crossed the blessed ground.
“You will all die” he hissed, as the wind whipped around the simple church, the candles blowing out as his glowing eyes looked at each one of them, marking them for a painful death. Priests scattered in every direction. Their fear not even coming close to the terror that sounded in her next cry.
Frustrated he let the priests run, leaping over the pews to land on the alter, the large cross hanging over the door that lead to where they were keeping her, making his curse echo in the high beamed ceiling.
The Pain shooting through his feet was nothing compared to the obstacle in front of him. In all of his hundreds of years the cross the symbol of his mortal faith had been the bane of his damnation.
Proof that he was as soulless as the legends said, a monster, damned to hell. Proof until he met her, her soft blue eyes always twinkling as if she knew some marvelous secret that he did not. The light to his darkness and she needed him. Stepping forward, resolved he grasped the steel cross, the flesh of his hands contorting with pain as smoke started to escape out from between his fingers. Gritting against the agony, the pulled the cross free of the door, tossing it to the side, with a yell as his burnt palms tore open.
He ignored the priests that peered at him from their hiding spots, as he turned to open the door, the sound of her pain filled scream making him forget everything else. With a howl of rage, he flew down the steps ready to tear apart her tormenters
The stake flying across the small room, taking him completely by surprise as it pierced his heart.
Stumbling backwards he looked down at it confused as he fell. His limbs stiff and unresponsive as the priest’s dark hem filled his vision. His rage beat against his own skull as the older man rolled him over to his back. Frustration filled him as the priest peeled back his lips to examine his fangs. His gloved finger tracing its length and outline before nodding apparently pleased.
“At least three to four hundred years old” he spoke over his shoulder. But it was her voice that answered calm and confident.
“He claimed it was more like five hundred” Staring up at the old mans impressed face, he couldn’t believe his ears nor his eyes as her beautiful, unmarked face appeared over the priest shoulder, her light filled eyes now cold and calculating as she stood looking down at him.
Whistling the priest smiled as his hand patted the vampires face. “Your best one yet” Glowing at the praise, her skin luminous in the candle light, He couldn’t help but stare.
How was it possible? He had felt her pain and terror as close to his heart as if it had been his own. Yet she stood in front of him, not a dark hair out of place. A coy smile dancing at the edges of her mouth proud of her betrayal. He had turned his back on his own kind, leaving them to fend for themselves while he had come for her. What a fool he had been.
"Oh don’t look at me like that" kneeling down she held his wrist out so the priest could insert the copper tubing into his vein. Her eyes deliberately avoiding looking at the burnt mess his palms had become in his effort to reach her.
"You’re not the first vampire to be so easily fooled” smiling she smoothed his hair back from his eyes as his blood slowly started to fill the decanter. The glee on her face as she stood watching it filling cut him deeper than the stake buried in his chest.
"It’s amazing" her sweet voice dropped low "how much power just one sip of your blood will give us,”
Foolish girl, he would have gifted her with far more than a temporary stolen power rush. His blood more potent then she would ever know. He had been willing to turn his back on the dark powers that resided deep within him, to walk away from the dark delights anything to have spent the rest of his life at her side.
Even going so far as to weaken himself by feeding only on animals to show her how he would change for her, his star, his light.
His temptress, his betrayer.
"You ...will..all...die" he forced the words through his lips enjoying the spike of concern on her face as she turned to the priest.
"Should he be able to talk?" her voice was tight as she moved away from him.
"He is older than the others you've ensnared" the priest dipped his fingertip in the blood spilling into the glass decanter, his eyes closing in pleasure as he tasted it. “ with age comes power, good for us useless to him”
They had no idea, even he had forgotten how truly old he was. Watching the hurt confusion fade from his eyes replaced with the coldness of a hundred years of survival, she bit her lip. A habit that he had found endearing, a nervous reaction, good to see it hadn’t all been an act.
"Hurry it up" her prompting came too late as he let himself fade into mist, dispersing around the stake that fell uselessly to the stone floor.
Appearing behind the priest first, his burnt hands wrapping around the man’s head, snapping his neck before dropping him to the floor, backing slowly up the stairs her eyes wide, hands held up in front of her warding him off as he turned and slowly followed.
"Tell me again how powerful you are my love" he asked his voice a low hiss as she backed into the closed door.
"I’m ...Sor" catching her around the throat he sank his fangs into her neck for the first time, seeing the long borrowed years etched out in the memory of her blood. The faces of his fellow vampires, men like himself, helpless on the floor at her feet to feed her power, her youth.
Draining her deeply, he lifted his blood covered mouth from her skin, trailing a finger down her cheek as she looked up at him, her tear filled blue eyes forever searing into his mind. Laying her gently onto the floor, he ignored her raised hand as he stepped out. Moving more out of instinct than skill as he deflected the feeble blow of a brave priest, slamming the man into the alter he snarled.
"Do your worst demon" the priest spat at him.
"As you wish" Fangs flashing in the dark the priest's scream was short lived.
Leaving the burning town behind him, He walked his face bathed in moonlight as the smoke billowed around him. He was a creature of nightmares, of hell, more demon than man. Yet as he walked he couldn’t stop the tears of blood that rolled down his cold cheeks.
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Wow! Great stuff...we need hook and help each other sence we both write Horror stories! Thanks for being a fan and I am yours!
Realy good and you somehow managed to create a truly violent and horrible story while avoiding the petty, ignorant,stupid,socialist HubPage censors..Bravo!
Awesome! Brilliant plot. Intriguing from the very start. Gosh, you’ve chanced the classical Baddy into a Goody. Take a bow! Will you please send the link of this story via e-mail to SilverGenes, the organizer of the Halloween challenge for short story writers. This one is a winner!
nighthag, this story had me totally involved from the first word to the last. Wonderful writing! I'm really excited to add this to the Halloween challenge collection and if you'd like to see it, here it is: http://hubpages.com/hub/Halloween-Nightmare and it's on my story page as well. Fabulous work and I'll be back to read more :)
Ensnaring! This was simply gripping, enthralling, I mean whoa man was this good. Love the twists and turns. I really felt like I got pulled into the story. Voted up!
This was a marvelous piece of work and you are to be commended for your creative writing style, it flowed beautifully. It kept me interested from beginning to end spellbound by every twist and turn of your pen. You definitely are a storyteller and if it comes that easily to you, then we are in store for some great writings from you. I look forward to reading more hubs. I rate this Up for sure.
Your talent for short stories is incredible. Having read them all, I have to say, they are deliciously chilling from start to end. You work a magic in there that makes it impossible to stop reading once one has begun. This latest installment, of a Vampire's love, that I was notified of... forgive me I am speechless... All I can really say is, I can't believe you weren't going to post it!!!
I am honoured to be your fan.
Wonderfully clever. Brilliantly done! Your best yet :-))
Rated up and awesome, of course :-)
You really do have the gift of storytelling. Thanks for sharing it with us.
Yeah I was with him all the way. I want my love safe away from my enemies but to lose her to the truth that she is them would cut deeper than any blade could. Loved it!!
"The broken heart of a killer is still a broken heart." Well said, this is one I wanted to reread for it is quite good and I have linked up to it on my latest Harror story "And Deliver us from evil." I just wanted to drop by and let you know. Keep it up, you do have a lot of talent!
Great job! Thanks!
I, too, rated this up and awesome. You show real talent. Your characterization of the vampire was wonderful! I loved "he couldn't stop the tears of bolld that ran down his cold cheeks."
Great story. Just keeps you reading all the way through. Good job!
Oops, I meant blood, not bolld!
Here I am again. I put a link to your story on my "Un-Halloween" hub. Happy Halloween!
Btw, your story still haunts me. I guess I am attracted to vampires!
Very cool. Enjoyed the read. blessings
Not at all predictable, which can be a problem with the vampire genre at times. Completely unexpected ending. Well done!
This was an entertaining read! And I did not see that end coming! You have a very good writing style, thanks for posting! :) SF
good job! i enjoyed this :) i am trying to get better at writing short stories, but I think you've got it down
Wow. This hooked me from the first sentence. I must admit i dont read paranormal/vampires stories. Well, i stopped reading them a while ago before they became mainstream. For me this was a story more about betrayal than about vampires and it was told so well. I felt compelled to keep reading.
Absolutely awesome.
It was a really good read..
you are an amazing writer :)
wow! How interesting! You have a gift for writing, i really enjoyed this hub.
wow that was awsum hope you right more and read the preface of my bk
My!! This was fantastic!!!
you did a great job on writing this, it was great. love it.
Great. I just started writing one called "Snowed In" The first part is on here. I'm trying to get some views and hoping people will read it.
Loved it - I'm coming back for more! I've always been fascinated by vampires and I can see this as the opening sequence of a great film :)
you have a problem with punction and syndtax
You are the first short story I have read on here. Glad I stopped by. What a fresh, creative twist on the popular vampire 'romance' stories going around. Great job!
I enjoyed reading this nighthag, it was so vivid I could picture it, brilliant!
I thoroughly enjoyed your story. You truly have a way with words. It was all so vivid. It was almost as if I were there. Keep up the amazing work
Your a awesome writer!
its so super awesome and amazing... :) love it....
Voted up and awesome, nighthag! I'm so glad the good guy came out on top!
awsome is my words!!!!!!
i really liked but its to cruel to me it just dosent tell why hes so much in pain. but it was wounderful awsome kepp writing.!!!!
I truly loved the story . Usually I don't read short stories but after reading this I will definitely be reading more. Keep writing because you are magnificent at it. :D
Bravo.
Mesmerizing.
great story.
You're amazing I couldn't dream of telling a story so well yet alone in such a short form. Very good job. I look forward to reading more of your work.
A little over done isn't it.
what a story - well done!
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Bravo i say. you are an exceptional writer and you are to be commended. Dare I ask the brother Vampire's name? I would also like to say that in all my years, I have nere come upon a story that portrays the likeness and truthfulness of a Vampire's heart. Nay we are not heartless monsters, we feel love and remorse. I hope to see you continue your beautiful an illustrious writings. You are truly gifted and dare I say... worthy of the highest honour a writer may recieve?
Yours truthfully
Lestat
You are most welcome my dear. You are a Goddess of literature and you deserve no less than fame and fortune. Your beautiful works will be honoured and remembered for centuries to by those who truly know what a fantastic writer and storyteller you are, they will be passed down from generation to generation. You are truly gifted and I am honoured to have spoken to you and to have read your writings.
Humbly yours
Lestat
this is a intricately chilling story that i could not stop reading. I love it!














































jca197493@yahoo.c 19 months ago
I Was hooked from the beginning to the end. You have a gift writing! Looking forward to reading many more. Thankyou.