Ghost

Alive

Jan. 24th, 2009 at 1:00 PM

The thin rod of metal, shaped into a point comes nearer and nearer. I try to move, I try to get away, but my restraints keeps me in place, forcing me to wait for the inevitable pain. I know it will come, as it has done so many times before. It’s simply a matter of time.
“Just say the word, and it will all end” the dark, melodious voice utters the same words, I must’ve heard them a thousand times now, like warm liquid, pouring into my ears. I keep silent. Not one syllable will pass my lips. I close my eyes and wait for him to finish it.
The pain is instant, like fire consuming my body in seconds, and white light burst in violent flares behind my eyelids.

I screamed.

I sat up, staring out into the darkness of the room, the faint echo of my voice quickly fading, until silence reigned once more. I covered my eyes, looking into the scarred palms of my hands, while concentrating on steadying my breath and calming my racing heart.
More than a year has passed since Markus had taken his life, and Grae had stepped through the doorway, into the torture chamber, walking through the monster’s ashes, taking me away from my prison.
He had saved my life.
More than a year has passed, and I’ve moved on, I even moved to another country, started a new life, more or less.
My departure had been abrupt, and without warning, and I had gone without any of the people I hold so close to my heart. Maeve, the closest thing to a best friend I’ve ever had, has moved with Bee to the north of Denmark, helping her out at her farm.
Shelly, a witch, and possibly the oddest person I’ve ever met is still in the capital, working her craft, checking up on Maeve and Bee from time to time, visiting them at the farm.
Even though I left without telling them, I still do my best to keep the contact. Even though neither Maeve nor Bee uses email, I keep in touch with them both through Shelly who’ll bring my printed out letters to the others. They’re all doing ok, but Maeve’s struggling to cope with my absence. He’s followed my every move for so long that he has to fight to find his own identity.
I can’t help him, or choose not to, I honestly don‘t know. It is his fight, not mine.

I have plenty of battles to win, myself.

The mansion around me was quiet, except for the occasional distant footstep from the staff. I estimated the time to be around midday, but I couldn’t be certain until I checked my wristwatch. The massive metal plates, painted to look like pretty landscapes, covers the windows in the day and keeps out all light.
The Count’s home is an impressive example of wealth and masterly done architecture. It’s turrets and towers gives the castle a threatening silhouette in the night, and a fairytale like quality in the day. Not that Simeon has ever seen it during the day. The vampires of the Northern Region Coven in Bulgaria, has, like all vampires, “sun-allergies” as they so elegantly put it.
“Like all vampires”, that’s not exactly the complete truth. I walk in the sunlight that is so deadly to them. But am I not a vampire myself, isn’t Grae? Maybe we are, maybe we aren’t. We feed, we move and we heal like them. We have all their strengths and none of their weaknesses. At least that’s how Simeon put it.
I haven’t told him of my “siblings” Grae and Mist. It’s not that I mistrust Simeon, but even in the most loyal of courts, there is gossip. And gossip spreads. I do not wish to bring more light on my blood relatives than there already is. We’re all turning into being a precious commodity. Too many wants a taste of the power and possibilities a daywalking vampire can bring.

I’m in Simeon’s court now, experiencing for the first time in my short existence, how it feels like to be one of many. True, I’m not the same as they, but it’s so close, that I can pretend to be as them, and there’s no need to hide my abilities, my strength, all the things that makes me who I am.
I’ve been here for almost a year. So much time has passed. But even though time can heal so many wounds, the scars still shine bright in my memory, disturbing my sleep.

I caught movement out of the corner of my eye as a slender arm moved closer to me beneath the midnight blue silk sheets. I sat still as a hand gently stroked my back. Sherin leaned her head against my right shoulder blade, not stopping her caress “Nightmares again? You’ll wake the whole castle one day”
I laughed turning my head to glance down at her face behind me “Not likely, I don’t think the vamps would even wake, should the world decide to go under during daytime. Besides, you exaggerate. I don’t see your brother waking ” Sherin turned her attention from my back to my hair, running her fingers through the white curls of it “He sleeps deeper than the dead. Come now, you need to sleep” She pulled on my shoulder until I leaned back, settling myself between her and Skyler, so she could rest her cheek against my shoulder, her breath caressing my collarbone.
The twins had been Simeon’s way of presenting me with a welcoming gift, assuring me that they were familiar with the vampire customs. I’m not that familiar with receiving or giving gifts, but I’m quite sure that giving away people is not on the top 10 gift list. If it should be on any list, I believe it more likely to be on the top 10 of human rights violations.
I stayed awake, listening to her breath becoming deeper and slower as she drifted off into sleep. I gently moved her off me, got out of bed, dressed silently and left the bedroom.

The hallway was quiet except for the distant echo of the servants doing their daily chores. My bare feet made no sound on the black marble tiles that made up most of the floors of Simeon Lazar’s mansion.
I made my way down the corridors, careful not to meet any of the household. My destination, the library, was placed in the western wing of the building.
I don’t fear the Count’s human servants, but I unnerve them. Gossip travels faster than disease, and in this place it’s no different. Everyone with ears now knows about my… talents, and fears them. Of course most like to believe, that even if I can read minds, I can’t read theirs. No, not their thoughts. The Count’s ghost can only read weak minds. I let them believe that. It makes things simpler. But bumping into them is still not the most pleasant experience, with their scared glances and racing thoughts.
I reached my destination and entered. I chose a random book from the nearest shelf, and sank down into one of the enormous, comfortable, leather armchairs, a smile gracing my lips.

the end

Apr. 30th, 2007 at 3:39 PM

I desperately wanted to sleep, but a hammering sound kept me awake. It insisted on beating consciousness into my aching head. I looked up and saw a towering figure. I couldn’t see clearly, my sight obscured by the bright fluorescent lights in the ceiling above him. The hammering stopped. It dawned on me that it had had to be the stranger walking back and forward on the hard floor. I lost interest for my unknown visitor and relaxed, almost enjoying the cold tiles against my skin.
”HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY MAD?!” the words shattered my precious sense of calm and made me look up at the source of the voice. For a second I thought that the accusations were directed at me, until I realized that Markus was in the room as well. I hadn’t seen him, my attention caught elsewhere.
“You cannot keep doing this! Have you finally lost those last precious pieces of your humanity?” the stranger was angry, but there was something more than just anger in his voice. I tried to get a proper look at him, though it wasn’t easy. He had moved now and the light no longer radiated behind him like a halo. He was tall, perhaps taller than Markus. He had blond hair, and looked a bit too thin, compared to his broad shoulders. His clothes looked like a uniform. My head hurt from trying to concentrate long enough on him, I stopped caring and closed my eyes. There was no reason to why I should remember this man, even if it sounded like he wanted to help me. No one could help me now; Markus was too clever to let me slip from his hands again.
They argued more, the stranger trying to reason with my capturer, and Markus being cold and defensive.
There was a loud slap. Perhaps one hit the other, I don’t know. A few more words were exchanged and then the stranger left. I knew this because I recognized the sound of his shoes. Markus followed shortly after, turning off the light behind him. I greeted the darkness and silence with open arms. I could finally sleep.

For some reason I got a break. Markus left me alone for at least a day, I think it was far more than that, but by then I had a lot of difficulties with the concept of time. Darkness was constant, nothing happened and Markus did not come to see me. All I could do was sleep, and think.
Perhaps I was losing my mind? Or was it just my brain getting bored as I saw people from my life so vividly in the dark? They were so real, so bright, too bright in fact. The only tell tale sign that told me they were not actually there. How was I able to see them when there was no light? I think I laughed, or perhaps that only happened inside my head as well.

Markus came to me one more time. I cannot tell you all, as I do not know what happened after I lost consciousness, but I do remember this.
The light was turned on. After days of being in perfect darkness, it almost made me scream as the brightness dug its way through my eyelids. The door closed behind him. Even as I felt the dulling fear wash over me, I registered the soft click as the electronic lock slid into place.
I was used to the procedure by now. He readied his tools while I sat there waiting. He always took his time, making sure that everything was clean and in order before starting.
As I had waited in the dark for him those days, my wounds had had time to heal. My eyes where no longer forced shut by swelling, and now that the light was back on, I could see Markus’s “work” had affected my surroundings. Clean, what a joke. Nothing was clean anymore, nothing, but those tools in their little tray.

He finished his preparations and turned to look at me. Defiantly I stared back at him, trying to scream all my hatred at him without uttering a single word. He looked tired, spent, as if he had not had a single day of sleep since his last visit. I felt a small surge of pleasure. Stupid really, not sleeping was dust compared to what he had done, and would most likely do again to me.
He sat down in front of me, studying me for a moment, then looked at my arm, still held in the same position by the chains. He produced a syringe, drugging me as usual. Not that it was really that necessary. My body was drained from energy and even as I sat there, staring at him, wanting to rip his heart out, I could barely lift my free arm.
He unlocked the metal cuff around my wrist, freeing me from my chains. I had no feeling left in my hand as it fell to the ground like a lump of meat, I couldn’t help feeling very detached from it as my knuckles smashed to the floor. I was still staring at it when his voice sounded close to my ear.
“Let us stop pretending, shall we. This game is over, my dear Benjamin” I had an urge to ask him when had it ever been a game. But spiteful words never escaped my lips, being replaced by a scream. I struggled to breathe in knowing that the air would just be used on yet another scream, but it was difficult with the pain burning in chest. With lazy movements I tried to feel the source of the pain, looking down, my pain mixing with horror as I saw sharp metal protruding from the right side of my chest. I think I looked up at him in wide eyed disbelief. He circled me slowly, talking about his pain compared to mine, saying that I could never fathom the torment I inflicted upon him by refusing his affection. I wasn’t really listening, and he noticed. The second stab was slow. He forced it in and I felt my body giving way for the metal as it inched itself through soft tissue.
I passed out. It was easy enough to give in to the darkness that was like a sanctuary. However, I was not allowed to stay there for long. The smell of fresh blood brought me back into the light. He hadn’t wasted the time while I was out, making sure that the cuts were just right, achieving as much agony as he could. The thing which had brought me back from oblivion however, felt horribly familiar. Only the hilt was still visible as the rest of it was preventing my left lung from breathing in any air.
"Why won't you understand?!" his voice seemed strangely fearful.
He kneeled down in front of me as I struggled to get up. I don’t know why I looked at him… maybe it was to beg him to just end it, or to let me go. His stained hands gently caressed my face "I ... Why can't you just ..." he sounded tired… he was begging me.
Markus sighed, grabbed the hilt of the metal inside me and pulled it out so fast I felt like my insides followed it. I could feel my lung filling up, but it wasn’t air that poured into it. I was drowning.
"I ... c... brea...e" I grabbed at thin air. He moved away from me, standing up.
"Why can't you just let go? Benjamin ... please!" He was yelling at me.
"I cannot keep doing this ... Why won't you ... WHY?! Why do you torment me like this?" Even as I laid there, struggling to breathe, I couldn’t help but wondering how twisted he had to be to blame what was happening on me.
He was shouting again, but not at me. There was someone else outside the door. But I didn’t care. Nothing really mattered anymore… I knew I was dying. The only thing I wished for was that it would happen sooner, that he would stop prolonging it like this.
Markus turned his attention to me once again, at least I think so. I think I said something… Markus just looked at me "You really never will let me in, will you?" he mumbled as he took something from the table.
I had managed to get up on my knees, not because I wanted to fight him, or beg, but because I wanted to him to finish it. Perhaps he would see this as a final attempt at rebellion and just kill me. He looked at me "This is your last chance ... stop doing this. Just say the word, and this will be over ..."
“..there is nothing to say” I whispered “I... h-hate you... with every fiber of... my being”
He sighed, pointing something at me “Very well, I won't let you go alone” was all he said as I heard the soft click of the gun.

All the cards on the table

Apr. 25th, 2007 at 3:18 PM

”It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” his face was bathed in the colorful light from the fireworks exploding above us.
“Very!” I couldn’t find the words to describe my fascination with the magic that unfolded above us. All I could do was stand behind Maeve and stare into the sky, taking in this new experience. It was hard to understand that bombs and rockets could be used for something like this. The sound did however remind me that even with their entire splendor, they were still weapons.

I had spent most of the day and evening outside, away from Maeve and Bee, going over what the fortune teller had said to me.
At first I was surprised to see who she was. I had seen her before, at the harbor one night long ago where I had met with Grae. She had just passed us, but she had politely, if a bit odd, commented on what a beautiful night it was that night.

She had taken one look at me before asking me to follow her through her shop, through the backroom and into her home. It had been an odd visit; she knew things about me before I had a chance to tell her, and this convinced me to listen to what she had to say. She had warned me, told me that shadows of the recent past still hung over me, threatening to swallow me completely. I had questioned her words and she had answered that “he was still out there, that he would return and that he would come looking for me” she had asked me if I knew of whom she was speaking. I simply replied with a nod.
I had left her shop with a greater worry than when I came, not feeling any sort of the calm that Bee had told me of.
I joined Maeve close to midnight, keeping my promise of entering the new year together, even if I did not fully understand the importance of it.

As we stood there on the hill, I could see the outline of the statue of the small fish girl that visitors to the country seemed to love. She seemed lonely, sitting there on her stone, looking out over the black waters of the harbor. I felt grateful in the knowledge that Maeve was there with me, his joy and excitement coloring my own state of mind.
As everyone started to count down the last seconds of the year, he took a few steps forward pointing as a giant rocket shot into the air, exploding in a shower of gold. I took in the beauty of the scene when I felt a minute stab in my neck. I was about to ask Maeve why the lights suddenly seemed to dim when the darkness embraced me. I did not exist for the next few hours.
I woke slowly not entirely sure of my surroundings, no doubt I could blame that on the drug-induced sleep. Perhaps I had been awake before, but I couldn’t recall. It didn’t take me long to realize that I was chained to the bed I was in. Had I thought it important I’d taken the time to enjoy the room, but my sense of danger was screaming at me to get loose, to get away. I got up as far as the chains permitted me to and started pulling. Nothing happened. I think I fought with my shackles for hours, taking breaks to let my still drug-affected body gain some strength. During this fight for freedom I discovered that the chains were not fastened to the bed as I initially thought, but to the wall behind it. I should have known. Mere wood could not have been able to hold me.
When it finally dawned on me that I would not be able to get free by myself I started to scream, both cries of help, obscenities and insults. I did not know who I was yelling for or at but I felt that it was better than doing nothing at all.
Hours past, but I’m not sure as to how many. Eventually I grew tired, and I gave up on fighting the chains and screaming at nothing.
This was when my “host” decided to reveal himself to me. I can’t say that I was completely shocked when Markus walked into the room, still I felt the rush of the initial surprise, followed by anger and, I must admit, fear.
He was carrying a tray with a glass and a bottle, my guess is that it was blood. He was acting the polite host, coming to offer his guest breakfast. I felt and urge to laugh. He looked just like the last time I saw him, except now he was without jacket and tie, his shirt not buttoned up all the way. He seemed relaxed and composed.
“Why are you keeping me here?!” I yelled at him. It seemed the only thing to do at the time. He did not answer but just walked calmly around the bed and placed the tray on the small table beside me.
“Benjamin. How are you doing? I hope you did get a few hours of sleep between the wailing?”
I simply answered him with a sneer. He looked at me with an almost amused expression “Benjamin! Was that a growl?” I gave him the same reply, watching him closely.
“Are you hungry?” he was as calm as ever, the perfect image of self control.
“No” I replied reluctantly.
“Well, I’ll leave it here just the same. Don’t worry, I did not drug the food” he laughed “I promise you, you’ll know if I want to drug you” He looked around the room, apparently checking that everything was as it should be.
“I’m having a guest over tonight, so I won’t be keeping you company. Hopefully you’ll be able to manage”
I chose not to answer him, and watched as he left the room, closing the door behind him. I could hear the key turn in the lock, and then he was gone.

He returned the next night.

"You still haven't eaten anything?" he looked disappointed. Even though it was completely pointless, I felt a small sense of victory. I had spent the day fighting the chains, but had not succeeded in breaking them. He sat down on the edge of the bed, and I involuntarily moved back.
"You know, it is undrinkable now, I will have to throw it out and find you a fresh supply" he said looking at the glass of cold blood.
I looked away "I refuse to drink, or eat anything you offer me"
"Benjamin. I wish you no harm..." he began in that wonderful voice.
"Then why are you keeping me here?! Like this?!!" I looked at him. Had I been loose I think I’d ripped his head off. He leaned closer, speaking in a softer tone "Benjamin... please"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!! You have NO right to call me by that name! You're not my friend!!" my voice was breaking but I didn’t care "How could you betray me like that?! Do something like that!! I... I thought you were my friend!" I leaned forward, tearing at the chains, trying to rip him apart "I was dying, Markus! Don't you understand that?!! I was DYING!!" I was breathing heavily. Then I realized that right then and there, my strength was not enough. I felt like giving up "I didn't survive because of you. If it hadn't been for Maeve and Grae, I'd been dead... you'd succeeded in killing me... Do you really expect me to forgive you? You have no right to ask anything of me" I leaned back against the headboard of the bed. He just looked at me, studying me. I’m not even sure that he heard what I said.
He rose to pick up the blankets when I saw a minute chance of getting away. He was close to me, too close, and I launched at him, trying to finally use my claws for something good. But my chains gave me away. I only managed to scratch his arm. He turned and grabbed me by the throat, pressing me down. An insane expression lit up his eyes as he held a syringe above me with his free hand.
"Remember how I told you; you would know if I would drug you? This is it!" he growled at me through clenched teeth and stabbed me.
I fought him with all my might, but it was a futile fight. The sedative was already spreading through my body and the darkness that almost felt like an old friend by now returned to me like a blanket of led.

The next time I woke up I was in a room quite different from the previous one. There were no windows and only a single metal door. The room made me think of Inside. But it seemed more like a nightmare vision than my old home. The walls were white tiles, dirty with a rusty red substance spattered across their glossy surface. The ceiling was not high above making me think that I was in a basement of some kind. There was no real furniture in there. A metal cabinet stood close to the door, a small tray-like table on wheels stood close to it. In the center of the cell, for that was what it was, stood a long thin table. All these items were reminiscent of hospital appliances. The place smelled of death and decay.
I was alone, naked, and once again chained to the wall, only this time there was no soft bed or clean sheets. The chain was so short that I couldn’t take down my arm, making it fell numb and heavy.
I don’t know how long I was alone down there. One time I woke up to a tray with a bowl of blood, but he had not woken me. I think I was there for several days. How many however is hard to say as it’s difficult to count the days when there’s no window to tell you when day becomes night.
I was slowly starting to feel like he had abandoned me when the electronic lock in the door made a soft click and he stepped inside, letting the thick door close behind him.
His face was an expressionless mask as he went to the cabinet.
“Let me go…” I tried. A useless plea to someone like him, but what else could I do? He said nothing, ignoring me as he began to take out various metal objects. I can’t name any of them, as I didn’t recognize them, but they all looked sharp and painful. They made ringing sounds as he placed them on the tray.
I could feel the panic rising as I sat there, helpless, left to watch him, to wait for him.
The minutes felt like hours as I sat there until it seemed he was finally done, turning his attention to me. He was holding a long thin item wrapped in black velvet. The fabric seemed out of place in this room, too passionate for an environment devoid of any warmth.
Markus crouched down in front of me, not close enough for me to reach him. He cocked his head, looking at me “Benjamin…” he said slowly, as if tasting the sound of my name “You know, just as well as I do, that I won’t let you run away from me. No, it’s time you learn” He smiled a gentle smile, an expression that scared me far more than the weapon he revealed as he removed the velvet.

I could go on describing every single thing he did hereafter. But it would be repeating myself. I can tell you that there was much blood, pain and screams. I can tell you that he left me broken on the floor, only sitting because my chains did not permit me to fall. I can tell you that the darkness in the room when he was not there was complete and that the silence was only broken by my strained breathing and failed attempts at mastering my pain. I can tell you that it went on for days, and that the only I knew was that enough time passed between his “visits” that I think he only came when the night was young and stayed until he was forced to sleep.

I remember a change in one of his “lessons” as he called them, someone else came into the room all of the sudden and it was clear that Markus had not planned this.

Mood: uncomfortable

decisions

Apr. 25th, 2007 at 11:54 AM

Shelly has advised me to write down what happened. She says that sometimes there's too many thoughts and memories that it'll smother you and that it helps seeing your thoughts in writing. She assured me that I would have a better sense of control over myself when this is done.
I'm not sure how easy this will be and how long it will take me to tell it all. I am sure it will not be easy, I don't look forward to revealing the less than fortunate events that presented themselves to me in the wake of New Years Eve.

I will try, but bear with me if I find it too difficult.

Just talking

Mar. 28th, 2007 at 10:24 AM

”So, what is it you want to talk to me about?” Shelly stood by the window, looking out at the sunlit garden. She seemed curious, but not towards me, her mind betrayed her as thoughts of the possible secrets still lurking in Markus’s mansion. Perhaps I should rather say “my mansion” as I had decided to take over the deserted house together with Maeve. How I should pay for it was a problem I’d deal with later. For now, my guest had my attention.

“I think I need your help... I feel like my mind is falling apart. It’s like Markus is haunting me. I know he is dead, Grae saw the monster die right in front of him. But even so, I still feel like he’s right around the next corner, lurking in the shadows.” I sat down in one of the big, heavy leather chairs that surrounded the narrow, polished coffee table.

Shelly gave up her spot by the window and joined me “And how is it that I can help you retrieve your lost sanity?” she was genuinely interested now that the topic of Markus had been brought up.

“I’m not sure… I thought I saw him some time ago. I was so sure that it was him that I returned to the place and waited for him to show up…”

“And did he?” She was perched on the edge of the chair, not giving in to its comfy embrace.

“He did, and I followed him for a while, trying to figure out how to expose him without putting myself into unnecessary danger, but someone got in my way ” I swallowed, chewing slightly on my bottom lip as I tried do describe how the vampire known as Simeon had stopped me from achieving my goal.

“Now that I think about it, I know why I felt there was something wrong with Markus… well, it wasn’t Markus, but I thought it was, and I knew something was off about him”

“Except for the fact that the first time you saw him was in daylight…” Shelly said with a hint of amusement.

“Yes,” I said “Except for that obvious fact. Sorry, but I wasn’t thinking clearly then. I don’t think I’m thinking clearly even now… but I now realize that I could hear his thoughts. Not clearly, there was too much distance between us. But I did hear the murmur and I could never hear Markus”

Shelly nodded “I think the answer to why you couldn’t ever hear Markus is quite simple” She gave me a not entirely calming grin as I looked at her for an answer “Honey, it’s quite logical. You couldn’t read his mind because Markus was a vampire. He was dead. Well, actually he was just not living. I bet that minor detail does a lot to your body”

I was about to say something when she cut me short “Well, you’ve met Grae’s friend; the antique guy, who seems to have a not entirely healthy love for silly curls and frilly shirts. I’ll admit that you weren’t exactly in perfect condition, but I bet you tried to hear all of us”

She leaned back, looking pleased, as if she had just solved a large puzzle.

“I think you’re right. But no, I didn’t try to hear you. When I’m exhausted I can’t control my ability. It runs amok. So yes I did hear you all, except him. He was quiet, just like Markus”

A small frown decorated Shelly’s forehead and she nodded once “So… you still haven’t told me what it is you need me to help you with?”

She was right. But I wasn’t sure what I wanted her to do. “I’m not entirely sure. I just, I needed to talk about this with someone. Maeve is not the right one to discuss this with. I don’t think his mind holds the solutions to my problems. I could talk with Grae, but as I see it he has plenty of problems himself. I asked you to come because you know my secrets, but you’re not directly involved. Besides, you’ve helped me before”

“Oh yes, what a fucking awesome help; you still got caught by Markus, even when I warned you. Do you mind if I smoke?” she had already pulled out a cigarette from a soft package that she had retrieved from a pocket in one of the many layers of fabric in her skirt. I shook my head and watched her as she lit the cigarette with a match. She inhaled deeply and let the white smoke escape the confinement of her mouth slowly. She looked at me “So… what do you want to do now? Do you just want to sit and talk about it? Do you want me to find this Count Lazar? Do you just want company or should I try and read your fortunes once more? I think they have changed since last time” she laughed shortly, flipping her thick hair behind her shoulder.

“I don’t know” I replied, looking at her for an answer that should have been mine “I hoped you could tell me”

Meeting the Count

Feb. 19th, 2007 at 2:15 PM

”You?!” If the wall hadn’t been there, I’d taken another step backwards.

His thin lips formed an amused smile “I did not expect you to have survived Markus. And I definitely did not expect you to have healed so quickly… but yes, you have indeed seen me before, though I was not sure that you would remember me, considering the state you were in, when I last saw you”

I studied him in the darkness, the dark blond hair was pushed back behind his left ear, and the shadows made his slender face and high cheekbones even more prominent. He was dressed in black, expensive looking clothes. His long, high collared coat had a small insignia embroidered on the chest. He was leaning slightly on a silver tipped cane, looking at me, waiting for some kind of reaction.

“I remember you, yes. I don’t know who you are though… and also… you could have stopped him”

I couldn’t help feeling angry, he was keeping me away from my target, he was moving further and further away from where we stood.

He nodded shortly “Ah yes. Let me first say that my name is Simeon Lazar, the current regent of the Bulgarian coven of the northern region.” He shifted slightly “Yes, I could have stopped him, but what you must understand is that I cared for him deeply, I did all that I could have possibly done. I had hoped to reach him somehow…” he seemed to sigh “Well, that is of no importance now. What you have to realize now is that Markus is gone. He’s dead” he stepped backwards, out of the shadow and into the light of the lampposts “Now, you’ll have to excuse me, I’m not actually here to talk with you, but to look after my, assets, if you will. The one you have been following tonight might look like Markus, but he is a lot younger than him, not to mention… he’s human. He knows nothing of Markus, or vampires, he’s innocent and if you hurt him in any way… I’m not one to make threats, suffice to say that you wouldn’t like what I’d do.”

He turned his back to me “I believe I’m correct when I say that this won’t be the last time we see each other. Have a nice night, my ghostly friend” he said and walked away from me in a relaxed pace. For some reason I did not follow him, nor did I try to continue my pursuit of the tall one. I went home and went to bed at once… I’ve been lying here since then, trying to gather my thoughts and figure out what’s going on. I’m no longer sure what I’m supposed to do. I think I have to talk with Shelly again…

Mood: confused

Hunter or hunted?

Feb. 16th, 2007 at 2:28 PM

I left the house alone today.

I felt exposed and vulnerable for the first few minutes, the feeling of someone watching me sending chills down my spine. Taking a deep breath I straightened up and shook it off, today was not the time to be fearful.

The weather was cold; it had been so for days, the air thick with that menacing chill that makes your skin feel like it’s attacked by thousands of microscopic needles.

I don’t know why I expected to see him again, it seemed that you only found Markus when he wanted you to, but even so I took the train to the city and went down the same streets I had walked so many times before, hoping, but also fearing, that I would see that pale face again.

The street was pretty crowded when you took into account that it was after nightfall, it seemed that the people of this city had taken to frequently visit the many cafés, which windows lit up between the otherwise dark, closed shops along the street.

I walked in a slow pace, alert and looking out for the devil. Nobody seemed to notice me, even with my white hair I guess I’m starting to blend in, look like I belong.

The air above me seemed strangely empty, now that they have taken down the Christmas decorations that normally lit op the night. I looked up into the sky and saw that snow was falling slowly towards the ground. Had it been another day I might have enjoyed studying the crystals as they slowly soared down to rest on the cold cobbles, but tonight had other plans for me.

Something caught my eye, or rather, someone. Towering slightly above the rest I saw someone walking away from me. Something told me that this was him and I followed. Not too quickly, I didn’t want him to notice me. His sleek black hair fell in silky strands down his back, covering the shoulders of his tailored coat.

I followed him through the streets toward the opera house. Something about him seemed slightly off, but that was to be expected after his run-in with Grae.

I was slowly getting closer, trying to find an opening, a second would be enough to pull him into a smaller street, or the shade of a building, and then I’d finish him off, get him out of my life.

I was now only a few feet away from him, I could smell the faint fragrance of perfume, an expensive one at that, he was probably on his way to seduce some naïve fool.

I gathered up my strength and was about to reach for him when someone pulled me away, someone strong and very fast.

Strong hands rested on my shoulders, we were both standing completely still, awaiting the others reaction “Trust me,” said a soft voice close to my ear “you do not want to do whatever it is you think you’re doing”

There was something familier about that voice, but I couldn’t quite place where I’d heard it before.

I kept calm “Oh, and why is it that you think you know my reasons? He’s a murdering lunatic, I would be doing the World a favor”

I was gently pushed further into the dark shadows of the towering building, he probably wanted to handicap me in some way, but what he surely didn’t know was that I have excellent night vision.

He let me go and laughed a short amused laugh “Hmm, Ghost, I don’t think you’re correct about your assumption of this man’s identity… In fact, I’m positive that you’re wrong!”

Some sick joke!

Feb. 15th, 2007 at 9:17 AM

I can’t believe it. It is not possible! I saw him, right there in the midst of the crowded street, walking in the light, and nothing happened. How can this be possible?! He died, I know he died!! But my eyes do not deceive me, and there he was, looking at shop windows, hiding amongst his prey.

I… I don’t know what this is… how can he still be alive? Was all I have been through just a nightmare? A hellish dream? Or… did he actually escape Grae?

I have to do something, I will no longer be the victim, the chased. This time I will find him and I will stop him, for good.

Markus might have tricked me before, he might have tricked Grae, but no more, this time… it’s over!

When the roar dies out

Feb. 14th, 2007 at 11:41 AM

I feel like screaming. There’s so many thoughts and feeling clogging up my brain that it’s almost unbearable. But screaming won’t solve anything, it’ll only numb my ears for a few seconds until the roar subsides and the shadows creep in once more.

For the first time in a very long time, I wish I was back Inside. I don’t recall the last time the longing for oblivion was this strong, I want to forget everything, but as soon as I close my eyes I see it all again, like some twisted movie that was never supposed to have been created.

My wounds have already healed, but I still feel the metal jabbing around my insides, the feeling of something foreign and damaging invading my body, and I keep looking down myself, half expecting to see the blood pour from gaping wounds.

I’m tired of trying to stay awake, fearing what sleep might bring when my mental walls are down, and then being torn out of the little sleep I get by nightmares far to real.

I’m not sure how I am supposed to cope with all of this, I don’t know how to move on. I wander around his house, seeing the things he left behind, all the memories that I’ll never know, and I look for some clue to why he acted like he did, for the tiniest sign of his broken mind. But there’s nothing, everything is beautiful and neatly kept. There are no paintings of torn apart bodies or twisted sculptures frozen in tortured poses. The house is beautiful and stoic, everything I thought it would be back then when I first met him. It feels like it’s been years since our first conversation at the library. So many things have happened since, too much for such a short period of time.

The only proof of his sickness, and the thing I need to assure me that this was not all a horrid dream, is the basement; the only place I don’t go to. I’ve been half way down the stairs before the nausea overpowered me and I had to escape back up and out into the garden and the fresh air.

I’m scared of that place. No, not just scared, I hate that place with every fibre of my being. Going down those stairs feels like slowly drowning, and I can’t do it, I can’t go through that door. I think I’ll loose my mind for good if I enter that room again.

Maeve is doing his best to see that I get what I need. He talks to me a lot, without expecting me to answer back. I think he just wants me to know that he’s there.

Yesterday I went into the room Markus had first placed me in after bringing me here. I stepped in and just stood there, looking at the beautiful furniture and the heavy curtains that shielded the room from curious outsiders trying to look in. The chains were still there, and the blankets were still on the floor. A dark trail of dried blood stained the floorboards toward the door that I had closed behind me. It didn’t take long until I fell apart. All my mental strength gave way for the massive waves of build up anger, fear and feelings of helplessness.

I don’t recall what happened after that, but I do remember that I ended up in the corner of the room. I think the door opened, I don’t actually remember hearing it, but it had to, as Maeve was suddenly beside me. “Benjamin,” he said with that gentle voice “you can’t stay in here. Please come…”

I was looking at the devastation I had caused in the few minutes that had passed while I had my mental lock-down. Debris were scattered across the room, ripped fabric and splinters of wood covered the polished floor. Feathers and dust filled the air and played in the bright, cold light that poured in through the shredded remains of the curtains.

I realized I was crying, I think I had been crying all the time, but I just hadn’t noticed until now. I let him help me get to my feet, dazed as I was, but I almost fell down again, all my strength seemingly leaving me. Maeve let me lean against him as I regained my balance and he supported me as we left the room.

I will try and go outside today, not just into the garden, but actually go into the city. My wounds are completely healed, and I feel the need to get out, to try and get back on track and do things that will make me, perhaps not forget, but at least think about what happened less.

I’ll ask Maeve if he wishes to come with me, I don’t want to be alone.

Jan. 19th, 2007

3:35 PM

...

Yes, sorry about that sudden outburst of horror. I think I did not sleep too well. My apologies if I troubled anyone too severely.

Sometimes I act a bit too dramatic, but I am fine now. I just needed to feed, that is all.

Enjoy your weekend, my lovely readers

Tik tok, wake up!

Jan. 19th, 2007 at 1:54 PM

What am I doing? This was never what I wished. But it is way too late now, is it not? There are some hurts that goes too deep, and when you finally realise it, there is no longer any cure strong enough.

I could say that I had fun while it lasted, but when I think of it, I cannot find a single memory that truly makes me smile.

It is never a joy to wake up and know that today is the day that your conscience catches up with you, especially when you know that tomorrow, or a year from now, or perhaps in two hours, that conscience will have fled your mind once more, too scared to actually take a stance and fight the insanity that rules your actions otherwise.

If nothing changes soon, I know it will be time to end it, one way or another.

A final visit

Jan. 17th, 2007 at 1:31 PM

”HAVE YOU GONE COMPLETELY MAD?!” The Count was staring at me with disbelief.

“You cannot keep doing this! Have you finally lost those last precious pieces of your humanity?” he was pacing back and forth in front of me, too agitated to sit down, the heels of his polished black boots meeting the marble floors with great force, the sound they made echoing into the space above us.

He had come alone unannounced, and had had the audacity to let himself in. The walls of my home are soundproof, so how he found his way down to Benjamin I do not know. Perhaps it was the smell, or perhaps he just checked every room in the mansion before ending up in the cellar.

He must have thought that I would have been out feasting. He should have known better. I plan ahead, and I had stored food so that I would not have to leave my home unless it was absolutely necessary.

He stopped in his pace turned and slapped my face with the back of his hand before I had a chance to react. Sometimes I forget just how fast the old ones are. His lips curled back as he sneered at me “Release him, Markus. NOW!”

He was starting to bore me “I guess you do not approve of my methods?”

“M... methods?! If this was a different situation I would laugh!” he pointed to Benjamin “In what part of our last conversation did I tell you anything that let you believe that it would be a good idea to maim the poor boy?!”

“Well, you said it yourself; your way proved faulting” A tickling sensation made me wipe my forehead, leaving a bloody smear on my sleeve. He was clearly overreacting, placing himself between me and Benjamin “Leave us Simeon. You could care less about him. He is of no importance to you, what so ever. What have brought you to take this sudden interest in him?!” I had to be careful; the Count could easily kill me off if he wanted to. Even so I felt my anger surging in the back of my mind, like fire wanting to consume the dry remains of my logic.

“He may or may not be of any importance, but you are walking on dangerous grounds Markus! Stop this madness!!”

“Leave, Lazar… Now!” I was hissing at him, and I know I was threatening him, it was an empty threat, he could snap me in half if he wanted to, but I held my ground. He was scrutinizing me, seemingly considering whether or not he wanted to bother fighting me. It seemed a decision was made, he closed his eyes for a long time, then looked at Benjamin “Markus,” he said, still not taking his eyes of the boy “This friendship is over. You’re digging your own grave, and I will take no part in making the hole even deeper. I know that I won’t see you again… It was, if not pleasant, then at least interesting knowing you. Goodbye” He turned around and left without looking at me even once.

...

Jan. 15th, 2007 at 11:49 PM

"You still haven't eaten anything?" It upset me. He was where I left him, and the restraints had kept him in place all day while I slept. It was easy to tell that he had tried his hardest to break free, the sheets were scattered on the floor by the bed.
I sat down on the edge of the bed, he recoiled as if I had threatened to hit him. I refused to give in to the urge to swear "You know, it is undrinkable now, I will have to throw it out and find you a fresh supply"
He looked away "I refuse to drink, or eat anything you offer me" he was sneering with each word, as if the words themselves had a foul taste.
"Benjamin. I wish you no harm..."
"Then why are you keeping me here?! Like this?!!" Those burning eyes looked at me, studied me, looking for some way to understand the situation, to know what would happen next.
I leaned closer, speaking in a softer tone "Benjamin... please"
"DON'T CALL ME THAT!! You have NO right to call me by that name! You're not my friend!!" He was so angry, his voice breaking as he yelled "How could you betray me like that?! Do something like that!! I... I thought you were my friend!" he tore at the chains, trying to reach me with those claw-like fingers "I was dying, Markus! Don't you understand that?!! I was DYING!!" He looked away, hiding his face behind those messy white curls. He relaxed, his hands falling down onto the bed and his voice grew faint, "I didn't survive because of you. If it hadn't been for Maeve and Grae, I'd been dead... you'd succeeded in killing me... Do you really expect me to forgive you?" He sighed, leaning back, resting against the headboard, seeming almost resigned "You have no right to ask anything of me"
He was acting like a child. I understood his feelings, but at the same time I felt my anger rising. I had done nothing since bringing him here, nothing but treating him with respect, but still he needed to attack me. Had I not with my recent actions showed him that I did not wish to repeat the events of the past? I forced myself to stay calm, this was no reason to shout at him, a lot of anger had surely build up inside him and he just needed to let it out.
I rose to pick up the blankets when the sound of the chains betrayed him. I was too close and he had seen the opportunity to attack, moving forward with amazing speed, reaching for me once again. Had it not been for the silvery sound of the metal he'd probably succeeded, but he only managed to leave three bloody cuts that had gone through fabric and skin before I managed to pull away.
Something broke inside me, and the anger spilled over, washing out any forgiveness that might have been given.
In one swift motion I got hold of the syringe lying on the dresser, and with the other hand I grabbed him by his throat pressing him down onto the bed.
"Remember how I told you you would know if I would drug you? This is it!" I hissed, forcing his his head sideways and jabbed the needle into the exposed skin on his neck. "NO!!"He screamed and growled at me, fighting the sedative affecting his body, turning this way and that. His movements grew sluggish, and his voice faint, until he lost consciousness completely.
I grabbed him by his ankle and pulled him out of the bed, not caring that his head crashed to the floor, leaving a small bloody trail as I pulled him behind me, out the door and through the halls, heading towards the cellar.

I have locked him securely down there. He has been there for more than a week now, and I have only been down there a single time since, leaving food for him. He needs to learn who is in charge. He needs to understand that he lives because of me.
He will get his first lesson later tonight. He will soon understand. Everything will be as it is supposed to be... In time, it will be perfect.

...

Jan. 13th, 2007 at 8:07 PM

He answered with a sneer, watching my every move.

"Are you hungry?" I kept calm, there was no reason to scold him or try to show authority, it was clear that I was the one in control.

"No" this time he didn't shout, but it was obvious that he wasn't enjoying answering my question.

"Well, I'll leave it here just the same. Don't worry, I didn't drug the food" I laughed, finding this quite an amusing situation "You'll know if I want to drug you. That's a promise"

I checked the room, knowing him he could easily have broken something while I wasn't there. Everything was in it's proper place, and the restraints where still securely locked around his neck and wrists.

I gave him a soft smile "Well, I'm having a guest over tonight, so I won't be keeping you company" I ran a finger over one of the bedposts "Hopefully you'll be able to entertain yourself?"

I waited for him to respond, but got nothing, just a hateful stare, so I left the room without saying another word.

Closing the door behind me, I leaned against the intricate carved wood. I think I sighed. I could hear him in the room, the muffled sound of chains beneath the bedcovers.

Maybe I had taken on more than I could handle? How to turn this situation to what I wished for suddenly seemed a lot more complicated than when the thought of bringing him home first occurred to me. This had to be planned better, what the hell was I thinking anyway? I’m not sure. Somehow, deep down I had hoped that perhaps he would wake up, throw his arms around me and confess his undying love for me. No, I know that would never happen, not unless… until I teach him. I have to make him want to stay, want to see me, like before.

I admit it was not a smart move to do what I did in the hotel. But it was different then. He was different, at least in my eyes. I had not expected him to survive. At first I thought he was a mere human, an odd one, but human none the less.

As such humans are not important to me. They are a source of food and entertainment, but not something I get attached to. There are a few that I do feel a sort of love for, but as a rule I don’t see them very often, so no bonds too strong to break gets formed.

I learned along time ago that I shouldn’t love them; they die so easily, from illness, accidents or simply just age. You can’t prevent any of these things from happening, and when they do exit your life they leave you bleeding. No I learned my lesson.

It seems like a lot of my kinsmen are never alone, they make a companion if they aren’t already one themselves.

But that was not what was supposed to happen to me. I remember when I was brought over to this side. I was not drunk, or careless. I wasn’t fighting with my killer or trying to charm him. No I was asleep in my bed. Pain tore me from the warm embrace of a sweet dream and threw me into the clutches of death with a swiftness no one would have thought possible. When I woke no one was there watching over me, no ominous shadow to guide me through the life of the undead. No, I believed it had only been a nightmare, but I soon learned that that had not been the case.

I shall not bore you with the details of my wanderings and how I tried to fit in and deceive my loved ones. Neither shall I try and explain how it is to see the ones you trust recoil from you as you try to touch them, as if the mere touch of your hands would leave them with some deadly illness. No, when my wife died I decided to leave my life as a mortal behind. She had been the only one who had stood her ground, defended me from the suspicion of the rest of the family. When she died, so did the old me. I left to discover the World.

No, after what happened at the hotel, and seeing Benjamin’s name still pop up in the journals that people close to him keep, I realised that he is different. He was made as a copy of someone else, but he evolved into something more, and better. He will not wither away under the pressure of the World passing by as he himself stands still. He won’t go out into the rays of the sun and disintegrate in a sudden wish for death, or make companions that can make him leave. He’ll stay with me, I just have to make him.

A knock on the front door announced the arrival of my guest.

“My dear count, it is a pleasure to see you. Thank you for coming on such a short notice”

He entered the hall with a smile, followed by one of his servants “Marcus, my friend, have I not told you to call me Simeon? Do tell if my memory deceives me” he took of his coat and let the servant take it.

“Yes, indeed you have, but I do find it hard not to follow the rules of the court” we walked through the hall followed by the silent boy. He knew his place, and did not speak, he knew that he was not the one invited and acted accordingly like the shadow a servant is supposed to be.

“Well, you wanted my advise did you not? This was why you invited me, isn’t that so? I was quite surprised to get an invitation. I swear, sometimes you’re almost like a hermit or a holy man, not wanting the company of anyone, living or not living” he laughed. I gave him a smile, but nothing more. True I’m not the kind to hold a lot of gatherings, I find vampires boring and shallow. Simeon Lazar is one of the few that I tolerate, him being one of the old ones and actually still caring about what happens in the World and keeping a watchful eye.

“I am indeed in need of your help, my friend. If I remember correctly I believe that you once held a most intriguing creature against his will, or are the stories told just that, stories?” he lifted an eyebrow, he was caught of guard by this question.

“Yes, that is what happened. I grew quite fascinated with a boy in my court, that is true. Can you believe it, he wasn’t even one of us, and it did not matter to me, not the least” he smiled at the thought.

“Then is it not true that you tried and make him adore you? I have heard that you used quite elaborate means of trying to change his will” I wanted him to tell me his secret, his memories could hold the answer to my troubles.

His expression was changing, growing darker “That is true” he answered “But haven’t you also then heard that nothing good came out of my hard labour? That all I did was ruining him? That story is one of tragedy and horror” he cocked his head surveying me “Ah; I see that you have not. But that is what happened. It was a long time ago, I have changed a lot since then. Why do you ask?”

We talked for hours as I tried to explain my case, tried to figure out where he had gone wrong. He had no answers for me, no magical solution to my worries. He tried to persuade me to give up, making me release the target of my strange affections. But I held my ground. I do trust Simeon, and I value his thoughts, but this was something I could not agree to do. He was wrong, and there has to be a way to sooth my longings, some way to make everything right.

As the morning grew closer I bid the count and his servant farewell, sad that there had been no solutions in his memory, but glad that I had had his company this night. As he exited the door he left me with a final attempt “Markus, if my fears are correct this will not turn out to your benefit. Please consider once more. You have always been ill-fated, but your time is not up yet. Let the boy go” I laughed “Oh, it is already too late for that my friend, much too late. Goodbye Simeon” He left without saying another word, leaving me alone with my dark thoughts.

Let's see if I get this etry right...

Jan. 10th, 2007 at 8:17 AM

He’s doing quite well, considering his current situation.

I have kept him in the cellar the last couple of days, as he behaved quite unacceptable last time I fed him.

Hm, no let’s start at the beginning, shall we?

had arrived in town the 29^th, in good time, I might add. The house was spotless, just as I left it.

I had ordered groceries home online while I was still in London and the housemaid had placed it all neatly in the fridge. I don’t actually need food, but since I knew I’d soon have a guest staying over for a while, I found it best.

I didn’t leave the house until after darkness fell, of course. I ate out, enjoying a light Italian meal, then I took a stroll through the park, it was easy to scale the wall around it.

A few people were already shooting fireworks, eager youngsters having fun and parents wanting to please their little ones before putting them to bed early, so they themselves could enjoy the festivities.

I already knew where I was going, but I took my time, no need to hurry. The weather was beautiful, cold and icy, but with a soft breeze, bringing warmer temperatures. No clouds either.

When I found him, he was standing with that little friend of his, the scarred boy. It was close to midnight and crowds had gathered on the ridge of the hill, looking to the skies. I scaled the hill behind them. I did not worry about him being warned by my scent, however faint it is, the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder from the fireworks.

The countdown began and everyone’s attention was elsewhere. 4… 3… 2… 1…

A friend of sorts had given me the idea of bringing sedative in a syringe. I was quick, he didn’t have a chance to react, and I pulled him down the hill while his little friend stood there, not noticing anything.

He didn’t put up a fight, how could he, I already knew how much I needed to make him… more reasonable. The trip home, however long was so easy. I’m amazed that no one stopped to wonder why a man was carrying the limp body of another man through the streets. Well my strength made it look effortless, and since the whole city was in the midst of celebration, my guess is that they ust assumed that I was helping a drunk friend home.

I installed him in the guest bedroom, having prepared it long before I even let for London. I pride myself in being a great room decorator. The soft but neutral colors had been chosen with care. The paintings detailed and perfect, not boring eyes that would have to study them for a long period of time. The tall windows framed by heavy, curtains hid the cast iron bars, placed there to keep him from trying to jump out the window. The canopy bed was placed to the north, facing the window. I trusted the restraints would be strong enough to contain him, but only time would tell.

“Why are you keeping me here?!”

He had been screaming non-stop since he woke from his drug induced sleep. When he finally stopped screaming, more than twenty four hours had passed. I had not stepped into the room since returning home with my guest. But now as he had finally gone quiet, probably out of fatigue, he was calm…well, calmer.

He repeated his question. Burning eyes followed me as I made my way into the room. I didn’t feel like answering him right away, so I took my time putting down the tray with food, I’m sure he was starving.

“Benjamin. How are you doing? I hope you did get a few hours of sleep between the wailing?”

This time it was his turn not to answer, but sound did escape his lips.

“Benjamin! Was that a growl?”

Mood: amused

New wonders

Jan. 2nd, 2007 at 3:15 PM

This is a test. 1... 2... 3...

Well well, this will be interesting, won't it?
I'll see if I can make him tell what he experienced at the fortune teller, and maybe he will even share his experiences of the first Christmas Eve that he's actually been awake to remember. I'm not all that sure that he will though. He seems, tired. It's to be expected, with all the fun we've had.

Oh well, I'll leave you all for now. Have fun, and Happy New Year's to you all.

-M

This girl I know of

Dec. 20th, 2006 at 4:04 PM

It had been a weird conversation. Bee had sat down in front of me with a very serious expression across her face.

I took a sip of my tea and waited for her to say something. I didn’t have to wait long.

“Look…” She said, with the face of someone struggling to find the right words “…I know you’re different. I know you have a lot of secrets. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not asking you to share everything, to tell me where you go when you disappear. But you have to understand that I worry about you” I wanted to assure her that I would not suddenly disappear forever, that I cared as much about her. But how could I make such a statement when I don’t know what the future brings? I decided to give her a small nod, not wanting to interrupt her.

“Benjamin. You’re changing… I’ve noticed. No don’t hide your hands” I hadn’t even noticed that I was moving my hands. “I don’t pretend to know everything and I certainly don’t pretend to know what’s best for you, but I do want to help. I have this friend; she went to this lady when she had some personal issues. This lady helped my friend a lot, and maybe she could help you too”

I tried to keep a positive mind, but the idea scared me a little. What Bee said reminded me too much of therapists and psychiatrists. I didn’t try to read her mind. Now that I had gained control of my power, I wasn’t keen to use it, unless it was absolutely necessary, and she would eventually tell me what this was all about.

“You look worried, Benji. I assure you, there’s no need to be. Shelly is a very experienced lady, and she might have an idea of what path you should take from here. Maybe it will benefit both you and Maeve.” She looked over her shoulder, studying Maeve for a second. He was putting a lot of effort into cleaning the counter, making it shine as much as possible.

“He’s a sweet boy,” she continued “as long as there’s someone to look after him, I won’t worry. But he follows you whenever he can, and he’s not as fast, nor strong as you. He could end up getting hurt really bad. You have to be more careful… ” she went quiet.

It was time to say something, but what to say? “I… who is this Shelly that you speak of? I mean, what does she do? Is she some kind of therapist?” Yes, wonderful Ghost, great conversation skills.

Bee smiled “Oh no, not at all” she smiled “No, Shelly is a, what to call it? She’s a seer, I think is the word. She reads hands, and finds opportunities in cards for you. She can read auras and such” I’ll have to be frank with you, I have no idea what she was talking about. I think my lack of understanding was pretty obvious. Bee put her hand on top of mine “Trust me Benji, she’s great. I know it’s probably not your thing, all this… alternative stuff, but would it hurt to try?”

I couldn’t see how it could. As long as it wasn’t some kind of doctor that she wanted me to go visit. I don’t want her to think I have some kind of mental illness.

I agreed to go visit this “seer” not only to calm Bee, but also because something stirred my curiosity. How could someone help me by looking at cards and asking me when I was born (a question I know I’ll never be able to answer) Be promised to take me to see this person the next day.

Mood: curious

changes

Nov. 24th, 2006 at 9:28 AM

There aren’t that many customers in the café today. Bee is cleaning here and there, humming to herself. She wants to talk something over with me, it’s obvious, but I’ll let her set the pace and decide when she should start the conversation.

Maeve is stacking cups behind the counter, putting them neatly on top of each other, making sure that every stack is standing neatly aligned with the stack beside it.

The wireless internet feed that Bee has had installed works flawlessly, so I’m borrowing Maeve’s laptop to surf the web.

My wounds have healed completely now. The bruise on my stomach has gone as well, leaving an almost white, cross-shaped scar on my skin. Drinking Grae’s blood have boosted my healing ability, I feel stronger as well. My body is changing, and I’m not sure if it’s to the better or worse.

Every sense have been sharpened, and still I can control them all. Smells no longer overpower me, hearing high sounds doesn’t leave me with headaches and hearing peoples thoughts doesn’t unnerve me as they used to. I can even shut them out completely now, hearing no thoughts but my own.

I’ve been practising, shutting the power on and off, trying to master my body and the abilities I’ve been equipped with.

I’m pretty pleased with everything so far… only, with the gained strength, my body has changed slightly too. It’s leaner now, almost no fat, just muscles. I look more slender now. I'm hungrier too… it scares me.
When did I start to change?
My nails worry me as well. Yes it sounds silly, but they’re growing fast, really fast. They're stronger, more clawlike and sharper as well.
I try to keep them down, and Bee always laughs as I manically try to keep them down with the nail file.
Am I just turning into some kind of animal?
I can’t help but to think of last Christmas, and the amount of sleep I got, Maeve called it hibernation, which I had to look up. But I don’t think that’s what was going on. Maybe, the changes in my body demanded that I shut down for a while? I don’t know.

The changes also might just have been trickered by Grae’s blood… I cannot know for sure.

Hmm, it seems that Bee is ready to get that conversation going…

Mood: contemplative

A meeting of kindred

Nov. 8th, 2006 at 11:51 AM

I met up with Grae a few weeks ago. I wanted to see him again, and I also felt I had to give him the file I had from Inside that described Grae in such intricate details.
I had put up a notice online for him to see and asked him to meet with me at the harbor, a place I like to spend my nights.

I came there early, making sure that the site was clear. As the wind howled and the black skies above me slowly released the masses of water that they had held back too long, I sat down on a bench by the canal, where the harbor-bus made it's stop in the daytime.
With a hat pulled firmly down over my hair, trying disguise myself just a little I sat there, waiting for him. The strands of white curls still pooled on my shoulders, even in the darkness my hair is way too noticeable.

( I heard him... )

In the middle of the night

Oct. 9th, 2006 at 9:24 PM

My dreams turned into something horrible... the whiteness is no longer making me feel safe or secure. It's hard and cold and making me feel lost. Someone was screaming, and I realize it was myself. Why was I screaming? I looked down and understood why; blood, dark and red, pouring out of a gap in my abdomen. It was soaking my white clothes, running down to pool on the floor, staining my bare feet. I just kept on screaming, but no one came, and I couldn't move an inch. Then it was as if someone hit a rewind button and everything that left my body returned with great speed. Then it stopped, but my feet were still wet. No, not just my feet, my legs were wet too and then my thighs. Water was rising, strangely pale blue surrounding me, swallowing me. I lashed out, but I hit thick glass. I kept hitting it, trying to scream, even if there was a mask covering half my face.
I started kicking and finally I heard something break. I hit it again and this time my fist went right through. The glass couldn't keep all this in in it's weakened state and it gave in, letting the water and me out. I fell hard to the floor. I needed to get away. I wanted to leave, but the wires and tubes were keeping me back, so I tor them over, but I still couldn't breath, I had to breath. I clawed at my own face to remove the mask and to pull out the tube from my throat. I could hear feet running and people shouting behind me. Then pain shoot through me and I screamed.

Maeve hit me. I blinked confused and tried to focus, my face hurts.
He was looking at me in the darkness, concerned and a bit scared "You were screaming" he whispered.
"I... bad dream" I stuttered, trying to shake of the shadows of the nightmare.
My heart was still racing and for a second I was so sure that some of the dream had been real, my skin was wet. I licked my upperlip, but of course, it was sweat, cold sweat.
Maeve fumbled in the darkness and took my hand "Come on... follow me" he whispered, pulling gently. I followed him, leaving the bed and the wet sheets behind.
I followed him out of our room, down the dark hall. He was feeling his way forward, and I let him, even though I can see perfectly fine in the dark. He opened the door to the bathroom, turned on the light and brought me inside.
There we stood, in the middle of the room, me looking at him strangely. For once I couldn't really read him that good, maybe it was caused by the dream, I don't know.
He was pulling at my shirt, I frowned "Maeve, what are you doing?"
He looked up at me and smiled "You need a shower. It will help" he replied in a soft voice.
I let him help me take of my clothes. I've never really had a problem with nudity, rutine check-ups were standard at Inside, so I had done it often. Still this was a bit different. This was not some doctor giving me a health check. This was Maeve... I can't explain it really.
He turned on the water and pushed me into the shower. The water soaked my hair, making it cling to my skind. I closed my eyes and sighed a little I think. The water seemed to wash away the last fragments of the dream and made me relax.
Slender fingers were touching me. I opened my eyes and looked at Maeve, standing there infront of me. I was about to ask him why he was in there with me when I saw the scars. I've never seen Maeve naked. He's always wearing big shirts with sleeves that are too long for him. He's always hiding his hands and trying to cover his face with the hair. But now I saw his skin for the first time. There were so many scars, criss crossing every inch of him. Small and big ones, making me think that they had been kept open, or maybe just been cut in more than once. The water had no easy passage down his body, as the scars led it on detours on it's way down.
He smiled at me, pushing my hair away from my face gently.
"Maeve, what are you doing? I," he shook his head slightly, placing a hand on my cheek "I know what I'm doing" he whispered "I've done this so many times. Trust me"
His thoughts seemed oddly in focus, something that's very unusual when it comes to him.
He ran his hands up my chest and stopped at my shoulders. I felt odd, not sure if I liked it or not. But it wasn't unpleasent, just something new to me. His slender fingers massaged gently, and I couldn't help but sighing. He really did know what he was doing. Whatever it was I was getting more relaxed as his fingers found the sore spots.
"How are you feeling?" he asked softly, looking at me.
"I'm ok" I felt stupid, giving him such a short and simple reply. But I wasn't sure what else to say.
"You scratched yourself, did you know that?" he ran his figer across the right side of my face. It stinged slightly "but it's already closing up again. Grae made you better" I nodded, lost for words. He was right, but simply saying 'Yes'seemed foolish.
"This still looks awful though" he said, affection clouding his voice. I flinched and looked down, until now I hadn't looked at it at all, refusing to accept it's pressence, even when it still caused me pain.
The gap in my stomach had almost closed completely, but it was bruised a violent shade of dark blue and purple. I gritted my teeth at the memory of being impaled to the floor, while Markus was smiling above me.
Maeves put his slender arms around me, holding me tightly "Don't ever leave me again" he mumbled.
for a split second I just stood there, then I reacted and put my arms around him.
"I won't" I whispered.

I'm not sure how long we stood there under the showerhead, but when we finally did return to our room we were both ready to sleep at once. Maeve pulled off the sheets from the bed and grabbed the big fluffy blanket that he usually hid himself beneath when drawing and beckoned me to lie down.
It felt nice to be cared for that way and after he had snuggled up next to me beneath the covers, I let him fall asleep first while gently tracing scars on his back with two fingers.

Such a simple creature he is, and I just know, that I could never survive without him.