Vampire Bride

Maxwell My thoughts have been occupied with one object for many years now. Nothing can hinder the daydreams, and nothing can stop the nightmares that plague me on a daily basis. It feels as if I’m in the deepest depths of Hell, enduring indescribable agony, but I’ll endure whatever Hell brings my way to get what I want—what I need. It’s been over a year that I finally found what I was searching for. Over a year since I began watching Charlie Preston. After all this time, I still can’t confront her. As if her rejection is an option. Her acceptance of who I am…what I am, determines my survival and what I am isn’t easy to digest. Just the sound of her name makes my bloodless heart beat, and tricks my dead lungs into breathing. She’s all I can think about, and my willpower is fading fast. Even the thought of her soft, tan skin causes my hands to shake with the overwhelming need to touch her. Tonight is like any other night; I crouch in the shadows that gather around her house, becoming

MaxwellI arrive early at the club in anticipation of watching my future bride’s body gradually start to sway to the music. My nerves start to get the best of me when she doesn’t show up at her usual time. From the conversations I intentionally overheard, I’m certain she would be showing up tonight. The once good mood that engulfed me earlier disappears when I realize I’m stuck here surrounded by drunk, conceited people for no reason.A young woman blocks my view of the door as she places herself right in front of me. A quick lick of her lips would give any normal man the impression of how easily it would be to take advantage of her. However, I’m as far from normal as anything gets. The seductive tone in her voice makes it extremely difficult to keep my irritation to myself. “You look like you could use some company.”Having no need for her company. I only want Charlie. “No thank you.”“Come on, handsome, you don’t want a little fun in your night? I’ve seen you here before and you alw

MaxwellThe shout of her words directed toward me brings a smile to my face. The shadows, my love, are exactly where I am and soon you’ll be in the shadows with me, I mockingly think to myself. The sun will be up in an hour or so and that’s the only thing keeping me in those shadows and not arguing with her further. For once in a very long time, I have a challenge and the anticipation of victory itches underneath my dead skin.All Charlie needs to do is simmer down and accept her new reality, because it’s not going to just disappear. Nonetheless, accepting this fate isn’t easy. I didn’t accept my fate with open arms and Charlie isn’t either. Flashbacks of when I was in the same position as Charlie blur my vision as I casually walk down the street. I wasn’t lured by an attractive female vampire wanting to make me her groom because she loved me. No, I was forced into the night by a greedy man who only cared for his own survival.His selfish ways molded me into the heartless vampire I tr

MaxwellAn overextended stretch wakes my body up. My joints twinge with pain and my muscles ache from malnourishment. Looking around the hotel room that’s been my home away from home, my patience wears thin. It’s as if staying in a stranger’s home and having to watch your every step. The thick dark curtains that line each window are the only thing to resemble my home, the only thing to give hope to this wretched place. The only thing that’s pleasing is the fact that the streetlamps are beneath the fourth floor room, keeping any light at night nonexistent.I find myself pacing the entire length of the room, entering a room and immediately exiting it. Boredom eats at me. I need to see Charlie even though I’ll have plenty of her soon enough. Within minutes, I stand outside her home. All the lights are off and her friend Juliet continually pounds on the front door. Her panic settles into every inch of my body. If she has no idea where Charlie is when she should be at home something may be

MaxwellJust the thought of The High Council in town puts me on the brink of insanity. The group of men that make up the council are considered elders. All of them are harsh, cold-hearted killers that are the oldest vampires alive, and I have a history that’s not so pleasant with them. I reread the letter that was left for me several times, allowing memories from the past to fog my thoughts. The words that are written on the cream paper echo in my head.Dearest Maxwell, We’re so delighted to hear you’ve found your bride. We’re more than excited to meet her. To ensure that you follow through and collect what’s yours for the taking, one member requests your presence at Junction 22 tomorrow evening. We expect to be impressed. Best wishes and happy drinking, The High Council.There’s no doubt in my mind that Benjamin, the main enforcer of the council, wrote this heartless letter. Is he the member I’ll be meeting at this Junction 22…I hope not. All I can think about is the repercussions