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12. Vampire....
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Last Vampire. 13. Now what?
Melia observed him with a mix of amazement and amusement, her smile reflecting his own happiness at discovering something he deemed unlikely. It seemed to her that in this day and age, people were easily amazed by the smallest things. She couldn't help but draw a comparison to the way she felt when she first laid eyes on Shakespeare himself, standing before her. "I hear you loud and clear," she heard him exclaim in disbelief, his voice barely above a whisper. She remained seated on the bleachers, watching him with curiosity as he paced back and forth, his fingers running through his unkempt, dirty white hair. Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curio
Last Vampire. 14. Kill Me....
"Only a week," he murmured to himself as they made their way to the bus stop to wait for Elijah's father. "Just one..." "You've been at it the whole way, Fox," Rebekah observed. "I know," Fox replied wearily. "But it's just...it's going to be a long week, and I'm afraid that asshole Park is going to do something to Elijah." When they arrived at the rectory, Rector Bob engaged Fox and Jackson in a conversation, but the two boys continued to exchange heated glares and engage in verbal sparring. Bob asked them to explain the reason for their fight, and Fox spoke first, recounting what had happened. Jackson immediately began contradicting and changing the story, which sparked a fierce argument between the two. Bob eventually tired of the argument and decided to arrest Fox for all the hits, while Jackson claimed he had been completely innocent. When Elijah and Rebekah arrived, the rector gave Elijah a disapproving look that made him feel as though everything that had transpired was his
Last Vampire. 15. Inferno....
With a growl, Melia tried to make something happen, but instead the opposite of what she wanted occurred. "Did you think it would please you, little Jahjah?" she asked, her mouth close to his ear as she took his chin and forced him to look at her. "Look at me," she demanded. Elijah's eyes were closed, his breathing agitated, and his face filled with fear. Melia growled again. "I will give you no pleasure," she replied. "No more, no less. I will do only what you desire so badly." She watched as Elijah finally opened his eyes and, though still afraid, he found the courage to look at her face. "I don't need you to do it," he mumbled, pulling Melia's hand away from his chin and releasing her grip roughly. "I can do it myself." "Really?" she laughed mockingly. "You're too weak to do something like that," she said as she approached Elijah, who was backing away. "Look around you, Elijah," she commanded, standing behind him. "You'll find no good in the afterlife." She whispered close to his
Last Vampire. 16. No....
"Stop your complaining," she said for the fourth time as they continued to walk. "How can I not?" he replied, shivering from the cold. He attempted to warm himself with his hands, but it proved insufficient. He was wet, dirty, and growing increasingly frustrated with the girl next to him. "Aren't you cold?" he asked, and Melia shook her head. "I don't believe it." "Don't believe it," she shrugged. "You're clearly exaggerating. It's not even that cold." "We're in London," he exclaimed. "In the middle of winter." "Is it my fault that you got wet?" she asked him. "No," she responded, giving Elijah a scornful look. "Look at me like that again, and you'll see what I'm capable of doing to you." "I'm dying to see it," he said sarcastically. Melia stopped walking, and Elijah looked at her as he approached. Melia's expression indicated that she felt like throttling him. That's a good point, Elijah. "What the fuck do you have against me?" Melia finally broke the silence. "I don't know. I
Last Vampire. 17. Mansion...
His eyes widened in astonishment. His mouth was ajar and he felt that what he was seeing must be a dream. Did he have before him what looked more like a mansion than a palace? He closed and opened his eyes again and again. How was it possible that behind those big trees was that big house? " This is my cave," Melia told him in a tone that gave Elijah the impression that she was seconds away from rubbing his face in what he saw with astonishment. " So that before you speak, think. "What if I don't want to,?" he asked. " Besides, how the hell is such a mansion hidden behind big trees? " Easy, sorcery. " Lies. " It's up to you if you don't believe me. " She said and started walking. The snow-haired man did the same, still in awe. In front of him was a mansion on the four winds, ancient, detailed. It appeared to be four stories high, covered in bright, neutral colours that illustrated the designs of the 17th century. The façade and roof were dark, white, yellow, red and grey giving
Last Vampire. 18. Mansion- other side...
"Did you like what you saw?" Melia asked, and Elijah looked at her blankly. "I suppose the red dress in your thoughts left you desiring something else," she added with a sly grin. Elijah felt his cheeks flush as he halted his steps. Melia stopped a few steps ahead of him, waiting for his response. "Wait... did you read my thoughts?" he finally asked. "I merely projected what you were thinking," she responded, turning on his heels and walking up a small flight of stairs until he reached another hallway with several doors leading to other rooms. She stopped at the second one, feeling slightly uneasy. "But it's just...I don't..." he trailed off, unsure of what to say. The reflection had stirred something inside him, and he wasn't sure how to articulate it. Melia looked at him with a gentle smile, noticing the crimson in his cheeks and his nervousness. "If I didn't like you so much, I might even show you what's beneath the dress," she teased, turning the doorknob with a mischievous gl
Last Vampire. 19. Change.
The softness of the linen sheets made him melt into sleep after going downstairs to get something to eat at that time of the morning. The sun's rays came in through the window in front of the room and hit the bed. He stirred a little and stretched in the same way, stretched his arms and lowered them in an incomplete circle. He rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his tousled hair. He leaned on his forearms, yawned and picked up his mobile phone from the table beside the bed. " 8am. " He yawned again, he would be studying in two hours. He pushed the sheets away from his body without wanting to, the softness caused him to never get out of bed. He got out of bed without first looking for several seconds at the floor where two pairs of sandals lay, they weren't his, he knew that well. Anyway, he slipped his feet into them and heavily walked out of the room and down the stairs. He passed through the hallway looking at the closed doors, curiosity assailing him. He approached the first
Last Vampire. 20. Change again.
Elijah nodded with a furrowed brow. He left the kitchen and made his way to the bedroom. Upon arrival, he picked up his mobile phone and noticed he had several missed calls and messages from his parents. His father, Josh, had asked him to call him once he arrived at school, and his mother had done the same. He also saw messages from his siblings, as well as some lighthearted good morning messages from Fox and Rebekah. After finishing up with his phone, he headed to the bathroom to take a refreshing shower. Wrapping a towel around his thin waist after, he noticed that a set of clothes had been laid out for him on the bed. The outfit consisted of a pair of ripped black jeans, dark brown boots that matched the grey coat, and a white shirt that was just a shade darker than his skin. Elijah's brow furrowed even deeper as he inspected the clothes. He wasn't the type to dress stylishly, like most of the boys at school. He preferred to dress normally. He left the shirt on the bed and declined
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