Blood King

It was a hot night, the clear night holding no signs of clouds but a bright moon hanging high in the sky. A house sat in the moons gleam soft lighting coming from within. A lone figure steps out of the house and walks down the stairs, walking down the cement path leading to the driveway. The figure turns to the left and sat down on a bench.

            When the moonlight touched the figure it showed to be a woman with glistening black hair. Her eyes held sadness and regret that showed within her blue eyes. Looking up to the blackness of the night sky looking at the stars showed brightly, she held back the tears that were forming in her eyes.

            Today would mark the fifth year of exile. The fifth year of which marked the death of a friend and lose of a lover. Any other day of the year she would not care less or not think of it but today was always the hardest.

            Jezzebelle D’aramitz sat on that bench with her thoughts swirling around in her head. What if she had been born just a normal human. Being born into the vampire court was the worse fate a person could have been wished upon. What is even worse is not having both parents being same, instead of a father being a vampire and the mother being the human.

“Sis what are you doing out here?”

Jezzebelle looked over her shoulder to see her sister, Annabelle walking down the stairs towards her. Unlike her, her little sister had blonde hair but had their fathers striking blue eyes. Eyes that also had seen too much.

“I am just thinking, I needed some air.”

Anna signed, walking towards her taking a seat next to her.

“You mean your thinking of that day? Sissy I wish I could change the past for you but you need to get over the fact we will never return. We will never get our powers back and be welcomed back with arms wide open.”

Jezzebelle turned to her sister, her eyes tearing up.

“I just wish I could turn back the clock, I miss him but yet wish I had not falling in love with him other wise all of this would not have happened. We would not be exiled and powerless.”

Sighing, Anna got up from the bench she took a deep breath, closed her eyes and shook her head.

“It is not your fault, I know you did not do what they accused you of doing. It is why we left with you. We choose to follow you into exile.”

Jezzebelle looked up at her sister and gave a little smile.

“I am glad you did, for I do not know what I would of done without you and the girls.”

Anna smiled back at her sister and turned to walk back to the house. Staring off to the side of the side of the house into the woods, a thought or more of a memory of a word flashed through her mind. “Our hearts are one, I would never betray you nor question your ability. Stay with me through eternity. I love you.” Those words she would keep to her soul but it neither helped or solved her emotions.

Looking back at the house smiling sadly, she did not even mean to drag her sister and the only two friends who are more like sisters than anything else.

“Honey you shouldn’t think about him, you always get depressed when you do.”

Smiling, Jezzebelle looked at her mother, whom age showed very brightly on her. She had long gray hair, beautiful green eyes but her form tells a different tale. It is only due to the fact sickness she has has aged her further due to the pain she goes through. Her mother has cancer and refuses to let go of living. She had offered to give her mother the gift of immortality…..but she basically spat on the floor and started slurring a bunch of words saying “Why the hell would I want to be stuck in a world with a bunch of blood suckers who cant tell one ass cheek to the other”

Giggling at her mothers past response, she smiled up to her mom. “ How are you still up its 11pm. You should be in bed.”

“Pft bed yeah, have you heard the ruckus that’s going down in the basement, it sounds like Abby and Katrina are singing off key they are driving me nut. I can not sleep through that.

Shaking her head Jezzebelle she walked through the hallway past the stairs to the basement door. Yanking it opened she yelled “Hey idiots, you know there is a singing curfew for the lesser minded people. There are sickly people in need of rest!”

“ Oh go blow a hole Jez we are practicing.”

“Kaitlyn if you do not want to abide by the rules then I guess I need to come down there and teach you a lesson on obedience.”

Kay squeaked and responded “I am sorry I will stop for the night but doesn’t mean I find something else to drive you nuts muwhahahah.”

Jezzebelle sighed

“Abby you keep her in check, I don’t care if you need to throw duct tape over her mouth and strap her down to a chair.”

“Ok Jezze, I can do that!”

Shutting the door, she turned to face her mom. “Try to get some sort of sleep mom, I will probably be up for a while.

            Watching her mother walk slowly down the hallway to her bedroom, she waited for her to shut the door and stood there at the door making sure she finally had fallen asleep.

After hearing her mother snore a good couple of times, she turned and walked down gently opening the door leading to the basement, stopping for a minute to hear the chattering that was going on, she shut the door and walked down the steps.

            Her face held disgust on it when she looked at all three girls. Shaking her head she sat down on the couch. Not really paying attention to their talk but most of it she just blocked it all out so it sounded like jabbering. Finally she got up not interested in hearing their stories

            She turned to her bedroom to the left. “I am going to go lay down knuckle heads, I need to get my mind clear for our meeting with our manager tomorrow in which I am not looking forward too.

            Jezzebelle layed staring at the ceiling while everyone else had gone to bed. Her thoughts still reeling from past events. “How will I ever overcome my failure to my father and my love. Living in this world is cruel.” Closing her eyes, she waited for sleep to claim her instead memories shifted through her mind. Memories of the life she once had. The Society she was born in was the cruelest and wasn’t for the weak. In order to survive you had to be strong and cunning. She had been both until a very jealous vampire decided to make sure everything was taken from her.

            She knew what would calm her down, getting out of bed she went to her dresser and pulled open her lower drawer. Shifting through some of her shirts, she found what she was looking for. A white shirt made to fit a man with laces that held the top together rather than buttons. Bringing the shirt to her nose, Jezzebelle breathed in a scent only her nose would catch.

            Taking the shirt to the bed, she laid it on a pillow and buried her face into it. Wishing for the one person who it belongs to was there next to her. Sleep finally claimed her, but instead of dreams memories were in place.