The sky was dark and void. The black hooded figure crossed a dark deserted alley which led itself to a dusty, unmetalled road. Flanked on both sides with bushes and shrubs, the road was strewn with pebbles but she didn’t seem to be bothered. It appeared as though her determined steps knew their way forward. The relentless chirp of crickets made the night less still. Far away in the distance, he was targeting her and she could sense it too but it no longer mattered to her? She had to take that risk. She knew he wouldn’t give her much time but she wasn’t scared at all. Though she could feel some moisture on her forehead and at the tip of her nose but it was due to humidity in the air. The undue exhaustion was wearing her down, her knees were wobbling and her heart was sinking, yet she was waiting for him in anticipation.
He had discovered her identity a few months ago. Though she was a vampire but she was better than a human. He had learned that she never traded her soul for blood. Every new moon she needed blood to keep herself alive but she had never preyed on an innocent. The years of practice helped her channel her urges. She would only kill morally bankrupt mortals who slaughtered others for fun and would do so barefacedly over and over again. He adored her for ridding the society off the real monsters.
For the first time when he walked up to her doorsteps, he didn’t say a word, instead handed her an envelope and walked away. The envelope contained a note which read, “Need a friend?” and a few pictures of her in action. It didn’t take her long to understand that like everybody else, her clandestine activities were not a secret to him. He had taken his time to understand her lifestyle and her way of working.
She wondered that despite being a human, he was ready to be with her but letting somebody into her life meant jeopardizing her own existence. Accepting his proposal, on the other hand, ran the risk of exposure. So she decided to explain the perils of this friendship to his own life but he didn’t seem to care.
He brought a little excitement, a breath of fresh air in to her dull life. Ever since she was turned into a vampire, she found herself devoid of any emotions. She never felt a hint of pain or sorrow, nor did her heart feel any joy. She mostly feigned normalcy so as to blend in and to keep from standing out. But he changed everything. He filled her with a strange emotion. She was lost and empty, yet full of everything. She was restless and looking for him everywhere. He was the only one who gratified her urges. She found his occasional appearances intoxicating. Every time he came around, she found herself staring at him from the distance. His fragrance would rejuvenate her senses. He made her realise what she had been missing. She soon figured that he was equally fond of her for he kept watching her but was too proud to bare his feelings.
One night when she was sitting on a chair by the huge glass window in her room, watching the storm roll in, she noticed a shadow wandering around in her lawn. When she reached there, he turned around and went away, leaving his partially burnt cigarette behind.
Six months had gone by but he didn’t show up. Passion had made her face pale ivory. It was the new moon again and the urge was taking control of her. She walked towards the broken bridge where he smoked. But before she could reach there, she was shot with a wooden bullet. He had warned her not to step out that night. Like him, somebody else had figured about her but failed to understand the justness of her actions. He came running for her, knelt down, lifted her head and kept it on his knees. His eyes were moist.
“You shouldn’t have done this? I left you a note not to leave home tonight.”
“I know. But that note meant that you were watching over me. It was the only way for me to find you. Where did you go? I wanted to meet you.”
“By risking your life?”
“It was worth it!!”
He had discovered her identity a few months ago. Though she was a vampire but she was better than a human. He had learned that she never traded her soul for blood. Every new moon she needed blood to keep herself alive but she had never preyed on an innocent. The years of practice helped her channel her urges. She would only kill morally bankrupt mortals who slaughtered others for fun and would do so barefacedly over and over again. He adored her for ridding the society off the real monsters.
For the first time when he walked up to her doorsteps, he didn’t say a word, instead handed her an envelope and walked away. The envelope contained a note which read, “Need a friend?” and a few pictures of her in action. It didn’t take her long to understand that like everybody else, her clandestine activities were not a secret to him. He had taken his time to understand her lifestyle and her way of working.
She wondered that despite being a human, he was ready to be with her but letting somebody into her life meant jeopardizing her own existence. Accepting his proposal, on the other hand, ran the risk of exposure. So she decided to explain the perils of this friendship to his own life but he didn’t seem to care.
He brought a little excitement, a breath of fresh air in to her dull life. Ever since she was turned into a vampire, she found herself devoid of any emotions. She never felt a hint of pain or sorrow, nor did her heart feel any joy. She mostly feigned normalcy so as to blend in and to keep from standing out. But he changed everything. He filled her with a strange emotion. She was lost and empty, yet full of everything. She was restless and looking for him everywhere. He was the only one who gratified her urges. She found his occasional appearances intoxicating. Every time he came around, she found herself staring at him from the distance. His fragrance would rejuvenate her senses. He made her realise what she had been missing. She soon figured that he was equally fond of her for he kept watching her but was too proud to bare his feelings.
One night when she was sitting on a chair by the huge glass window in her room, watching the storm roll in, she noticed a shadow wandering around in her lawn. When she reached there, he turned around and went away, leaving his partially burnt cigarette behind.
Six months had gone by but he didn’t show up. Passion had made her face pale ivory. It was the new moon again and the urge was taking control of her. She walked towards the broken bridge where he smoked. But before she could reach there, she was shot with a wooden bullet. He had warned her not to step out that night. Like him, somebody else had figured about her but failed to understand the justness of her actions. He came running for her, knelt down, lifted her head and kept it on his knees. His eyes were moist.
“You shouldn’t have done this? I left you a note not to leave home tonight.”
“I know. But that note meant that you were watching over me. It was the only way for me to find you. Where did you go? I wanted to meet you.”
“By risking your life?”
“It was worth it!!”
3 comments:
Nice theme - a little heavy though. Hours of lying in bed resting your ribs and this sure must have been a distraction :-)
Would have loved if the vamp would have been barefeet and bleeding from the cut by stones and pebbles. Although the end is hopelessly romantic but loved it coz it was tragic. God job nonetheless!!
AB - Its a downright product of a weird dream. Clearly, I have been watching too much supernatural stuff :)
Anonymous - will try to do better. Thanks for dropping by. Hope to see you around. :)
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