First Contact (2/2?)

I was certain that my previous post was the last, the probability was high since I was writing it awaiting my demise. Something happened, many things happened that I can’t explain, or don’t want to. And for some reason I was left alive, so sitting on the floor in the corner of the room I’m writing it down because no one will believe me, shit even I don’t want to believe it.

Last post was ended by my girlfriend telling someone in the other room that they need more blood and I was sure she will take it from me, especially when right after that she turned to me and stared deeply, her eyes shining for a split second. Being sure it’s my end I pressed ‘Publish’ to share my account of events. Right after that she turned her gaze back to the other room and said “No, not him, not yet.” This sent me into a vertigo as I didn’t know what to think good news was I wont be killed today but then she also said ‘not yet’ so it can happen any time. The strange thing was that she clearly had a conversation she answered to it kept her eyes on it but I didn’t see nor hear anything apart from her monologue.

I was in shock and still am to this moment. The news of the O’hara family spread quickly but there weren’t any more killings locally, thank for that. Then next night was similar to the one of the murder, she left at night, came before morning and collapsed in the bed. As you can guess I rushed downstairs to check for any bad signs to find her clothes stained again. This time there was less blood and nothing on the news the next day, but before I was sure she didn’t kill another person I felt like I was on a hospital IV filled with adrenaline constantly twitching and jumping at every sound.

Naturally my family contacted me soon after the post, they were concerned that something bad is happening that it could be a metaphor for depression. Straight away that showed me they don’t believe the post word for word so I dismissed their concern with just a story to kill the boredom. I had to make sure they don’t come around as I didn’t know what kind of danger they could be in. Than I was contacted by two strangers online, they seemed to understand me a bit more than others. The first person was Sonali motivating me that this can’t end here. The other was a person going by the nickname of IdeaProvoker also telling me not to give up that I should pull through this nightmare and share the story so others might learn about what lurks in the dark. As cliché as it might sound that nickname was spot on as it provoked ideas just like my situation by itself that I have to go to every measure required to survive.

My girlfriend or should I say girl-fiend was leaving the house more frequent during the day also. A thought came through my head ‘if she still comes covered in blood at night but there is nothing on the news maybe it’s animal blood?’. Taking a glance at my 2 dogs curled up beside me sensing something bad in the air I quickly called my parents with a lie that we are going a spontaneous holiday and im leaving the dogs with them for a while. When I came back without them she didn’t even notice which was odd even for her recent behaviour.

And if you wonder why I never went after her in the night even though I planned to I somehow was always asleep during the moment when she left so I had no trail to follow her. And then the nightmares came, well I hope they were nightmares at least. Did you ever have sleep paralysis? a nasty thing to experience. One night I opened my eyes to it feeling something heavy on the bed than on my legs. I managed to look around with my body paralyzed from fear to see a dark figure of a hag crawling on top of me pushing the air out of my lungs. Like previous times I experienced it my attempts to screams were futile but this time it was different my bed was surrounded by more humanoid shaped shadows staring at me studying me. My heart was on the verge of exploding and was almost pushed over the edge by the sight of another figure in the corner of the room, although I could not make out its features I felt its strong presence, it was tall with its head reaching the ceiling looming over the rest of the intruders. I’m guessing I lost consciousness because I awoke with a scream during the day.

The nights would come and so did they and all I could do is watch them and feel their heavy hands on me. That huge shadow was always there in the corner as well, it’s disturbing presence growing stronger. On the third night when it happened I didn’t pass out and after these things examined me the shape in the cornered hissed and snarled in a way that made my blood freeze in place for a moment then the things around my bed looked at it and left the room with this dreadful creature following stomping heavily. When the room was empty I was able to move which would mean I was actually awake all this time.

Next morning I found a dead cat in my living room surrounded by candles ‘what the hell is she doing? rituals? what the fuck is going on?!’ shoving away these thought’s for later I started to clean up the room disposing of the corpse and the rest surrounding it. I was going to clean the blood of the carpet , kneeling down to the stain I noticed something disturbing beside me, an imprint on the carpet. As if some heavy furniture stood there for a long time, unfortunately it wasn’t and imprint of furniture but from what I can best describe as pair of hooves. ‘Did she bring a horse to the house at night?’ I looked around the room and felt chills up my spine because there were only 2 of them. Whatever stood there was heavy and had only 2 hooves. I could be paranoid by that point but I swear at odd occasions I heard horse walking outside the house, other times I heard a stomp downstairs and find a cracked tile on the kitchen floor. It had oddly slow pace for a horse with big gaps between hoof knocking noises, but now I know it’s because it was something with just two horse legs and definitely wasn’t a horse or even an animal.

As for my girlfriend on the occasions she was awake and talking to me she had no recollection of any events and was angry at me for even implying she could have anything to do with all of it when I tried to ask her some questions. Looking for answers online was not much help, half of the accounts of haunting seemed fake or there was so many types I couldn’t pin the right one, hell I didn’t even wanted to believe she could be haunted by something.

Next day happened something that changed me something that I wish never did. It was afternoon I was in my bedroom doing something random to occupy my mind with something peaceful for a moment when I heard a noise downstairs, a rhythmic thumping sound. My body froze in place heart beating faster with every thump, the noise was getting louder realizing it’s coming up the stairs. By now the sound turned into loud pounding and was nearby, and then silence. Not the usual silence it was bit more sinister as if the world was put on mute, no outside sounds no creaking floors I couldn’t even hear myself breathing. A wave of cold came over my body and neck muscles became very tense, feeling the sensation of being pushed I was being forced to turn into the mirror on my right but when I looked into it my heart stopped and dropped.

I couldn’t hear anything because my head was held by something unspeakably revolting looming over me. Tall to the ceiling two large legs of a horse torso was human-like but the stomach entirely ripped out showing the bare spine and few ribs, its hands long ending in twisted twig like finders which were pressing into my temples. The head was surely of an animal but I couldn’t say which one because it was heavily decomposed, the combination of the sight and the foul smell had bile in my throat immediately. It pressed its fingers harder filling my head with piercing pain until it was so unbearable that I fainted. When I regained consciousness the thing was gone but I had this visceral feeling of not being alone. After a moment my eyes caught on focus I screamed in surprise and backed myself up against the wall because I thought someone is beside me, but when I looked there. I rubbed my eyes and the same thing happened I saw something beside me but when I tried to look directly there was nothing. I.. I  can only see them in my peripheral vision, they are all around me, but they don’t look right. Looking at me pointing their twisted and broken hands, grotesque figures all around me but gone when I try to look at them and these agonizing cries as if they were skinned alive, that’s just in my room, in the corner of my eye I see more of them through the window.

I don’t know if they can hurt me or not so far they are just standing there wailing. I moved to the corner with my laptop and headphones so I can’t see or hear them writing this. I don’t know where my girlfriend is, I think I stopped caring about that for the moment, I’m not sure how I am meant to function from now on. On top of that I have a feeling that they will be back at night to study me more and, and that horrible thing with them.

If anyone has ideas how to function, cure or fight it all I am eagerly awaiting your advice, after all I’d like to save my girl from it all. First I have to survive the night.

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Probably My Last Post (1/2)

I write this because it is stuck in my mind all the time and I’m hoping that the nightmares will get easier when I share my story, that’s if I am still alive.

It all started a while ago I just didn’t notice the signs or at least I didn’t connect them together.

I am with my girlfriend for a long time and living together for few years now. She was always happy, radiating always the soul of the party. After few years, changing 3 houses and a town her glow started to dim. She started to cut her contacts having less and less friends as well as her hobbies started to fade steadily. With me being concerned with keeping my work to try put us back on our feet I blamed her behavior on new town, stress and our financial struggle, hell that’s how it affected me at least. I failed to notice that she was just becoming hollow as if her soul was slowly being drained.

Her behaviour was changing she would do odd things but then would always smile or laugh in a way that reminded me how I love her making me think she does it to make me laugh or just messing around. We own 2 dogs and she loves playing with them, but sometimes she does it like an animal as well, she would get on all four and started growling at them and sometimes biting them. It always looked funny but her growls were deep and with time started sounding less human. Imagine a very large dog growling viciously, its teeth showing saliva dripping snapping its jaws. That’s how she sounded even looked like it she took that stance like and animal just before it is about to attack then she turned from the dogs to me crawling towards me the noise getting louder, she would get on top of the bed trap me under her and with her face centimeters away from mine she acted like a vicious dog. I knew she was messing but it was very unnerving.

At random times she had mood swings one moment she was my decade long loving partner then she would become suddenly sad or angry sometimes furious other times she would all of a sudden be in pain. Strong physical pain that sometimes left her in fetus position crying. Of course her dignity didn’t allow her to tell me how bad she feels but I could see it. She usually brushed it off as menstrual pains and mood swings but it was happening more often than it usually did during periods.

She used to have nightmares as well, bad ones. Killings, suicides, accidents, often including family members. She told me there always was a presence in theses dreams or a voice telling her horrible things. Then she started waking up at night feeling a presence in an empty room. I don’ know why it all spared a thought in my head of my old interest in folklore and various supernatural and mysticism. Precisely I thought of  Hym and Andras, demons who haunt and posses humans. One feeds of the victims misery and self harm telling them horrible things that only they can hear always a tall shadow figure with long claws. Andras is a demon with an owls head constantly giving advice how to kill. I was concerned at first but let go later as nothing was consistent. As with my family practice we  put out a rosary on the frame of the bed, it really helps with keeping the dark presence from being in your room at night as many people suffer from this in my family but strangely only females now I realize.

Recently she started bursting out with random noises it was truly funny and cracked us both up laughing till our jaws hurt, weird noises funny body movements and laughter was quiet a show. Then it was getting less funny as it didn’t look anymore like attempts to make me laugh but like uncontrollable spasms as if her brain short-circuited or something.

Then there were the good days when we both forget about everything and it was one of these days we were laying on the bed watching tv and started messing around tickling each other etc. in the middle of it she started making these sounds again as if her tongue was twisting in impossible ways in her mouth shaking slightly. Since we were messing around I thought it will be funny pretend I’m doing an exorcism so I garbed the rosary holding it in front of her and said “Stop this and leave her alone!”. In that moment the rosary snapped in my hand falling down, we both froze in shock and since then I was really worried.

Two days later she mustered up her courage to tell me that just before the rosary broke she felt a burning sensation on her skin. I admit I got scared, my mind started racing. ‘What if it wasn’t an accidental break, what if there is something wrong with her, what if something possessed her? no, that can’t be it can it? is she still the same person?’ I think I was beginning to lose my mind.

It was only getting worse from there, she was whispering to herself which was giving me the creeps once I found her standing in a corner talking in a language I never heard before. The nightmares came back, she waking up in the middle of the night. sometimes I was too just see her face in front of mine with eyes wide open, every time i shrugged back with a gasp or a scream. Soon after she started getting up from the bed and leaving the room wandering around the house, first few nights it happened I didn’t want to know what she was doing but one time I heard her talking to someone so I rushed downstairs just to find her in the middle of the living room alone. I really hoped she was only sleepwalking but my guts were telling me that’s not it.

Last night I was woken up by the slamming of the front doors I instantly got up to find myself alone in the bed, it was 1:30am she came back around 5am shuffling around downstairs for a while. When she came back to bed she dropped dead and fell asleep instantly. I noticed she has partially wet hair and some kind of smudge on her chin, as it was still dark I couldn’t see what it was, and even though I should wake her up to question where she was I decided not to and went downstairs to check what she was doing. Something in my head clicked, she came to bed already undressed. I went straight to the washing machine. There was only a pair of jeans a sweater and a t-shirt, still cold from the chilly and damp night, I took them out and felt my insides rise and drop. All the clothes were stained with crimson coloured liquid. ‘is that blood? no it can’t be there is too much and she didn’t look or sound hurt’ I thought. From all the stress and sleepless nights I was met by a sudden and nasty nosebleed as could have been expected from the past. It was so quick or I was still stunned by the finding that the blood started dripping on my t-shirt. I was tired so without thinking I raised the stained shirt to wipe my nose no to ruin my clothes and me legs felt so weak I almost fell down, the colour of my blood from the nose was exactly the same colour as the stains on her clothes. Paralyzed I stood there thinking what to do, should I call someone, police, ambulance, anyone?

There was no point doubting it anymore, there was something wrong with her something bad. I didn’t go upstairs to her, instead I was sitting in the living room going over all the possible scenarios as of what could have happened when she was out. Did she kill someone or maybe she was trying to save somebody, maybe it’s not blood maybe it’s fake blood.

It’s 5pm now and I decided to write this up because I just watched the news. Not far from our house a family was brutally murdered by what seems to have been a wild animal, parents with 2 little children, the news reporter said the scene was too gruesome to describe on daytime news. Maybe I was in shock after the news, but I could swear I saw her undulate in midair through the hallway but when I turned to her she was already standing solid on the ground mumbling something under her nose focusing her gaze on something in the other room. I could only make out one sentence which sounded like “…we still need more blood…” That was enough to make my heart almost jump out so I’m rushing to get this out there since there is no denying that I’m the nearest source of blood right now and whatever she is planing she has a quiet big crave for blood.

 

This story is inspired by long hours of listening to ‘The No Sleep Podcast’ during the night shifts at work as well as daily prompts and is mostly fiction except with the whole rosary part haha just kidding but not really.

Light in our hearts

You are my lighthouse in the storm. You make sure there is always enough light in our life, when the dark clouds come you swiftly dispel them with one move. When I fall you reach out your hand , when I fall into a deep hole you are there with a rope to climb. You are like the heroes of light.

You nurtured me from the moment of creation , you thought me all the important values in life so I can be a man nobody needs to be ashamed of and I do what I can to make you proud even though it doesn’t always work out but nobody is perfect and I know you understand that. Raising us wasn’t easy I see that now, but back then you did your best we didn’t notice and it worked. You thought me that a heart of gold can illuminate any darkness I come upon. So for years I wandered dirty rivers and undergrounds hammering away like Andy Dufresne looking for pieces of gold, to create the armour of gold for my heart. Finding piece by piece with every experience in life, many pieces were found with your help some given by you for free out of good will and care. Right now I feel I’m very close to completion and hopefully I will be able to bring light into life of others as you do to mine. I was lucky enough that when I was looking for gold I found a really precious gem along the way and plan to keep it for the rest of my life. And I have to thank you for accepting her as your and caring for her too.

I know I can always count on you in every situation, even when I moved away you chase after me to make sure we are doing well. Appearing out of nowhere with a helping hand when our foot slips. For this I am eternally grateful and willing to the sane for you when it’s needed.

One thing that I regret is that I wasn’t a better son but that’s for you to judge. What hurts me more that I so rarely tell you that I love you, I don’t know why I don’t say it but it doesn’t mean that I don’t love you. Not once tears fell listening to Dżem’s – List do m. in the middle of the night. Wondering why I don’t tell you I love you every day when my emotions for you flow like Niagara but I just don’t show it as I would like to. And every time I hear this song tears come to my eyes because I can literally relate to it more than I would like to admit.

Please never question your actions as a parent because you haven’t made a bad choice so far, and not Superman nor Batman can compare to you because your love is stronger than their powers combined.

Dad, I know you often worry about me because I’m sad and my blog doesn’t help me disprove it but trust me I’m OK and if (hopefully not) something would get worse I will let you know.

I also know this isn’t the place you should be reading it , it should be a ink soaked letter in your hands but I write here because I am proud of you and wish others could take example from you. I want to take liberty of speaking for my brother also when I say Mom, Dad we love you and thank you.

Serenity (WPC)

This is my first entry for the Weekly Photo Challenge

Theme of the photo is Serenity and that is all that will surround you when you make your way to the top of the mountain and enjoy these wonderful views with a perfectly fitted lake in the middle.

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https://dailypost.wordpress.com/photo-challenges/serene/

Try to imagine

Try to imagine, not all of you will I know that. The idea is for you to find out how some of your acquaintances feel like.

You live your daily life every day looks like the one before and the next with occasional changes. This day was one of them, you went out for a walk across your town, watching people living their careless lives. Then in the crowd you see it, that inhuman creature. Walking around people looking for its prey, for some reason everyone is blind to it but you can see it and that thought alone scares you. Your heart pounds and your eyes meet and you can feel its gaze pierce your soul from afar, you feel like breaking down on the spot but you manage to keep a poker face and turn back to your home with the hope it didn’t see you or at least didn’t realize you can see it.

You return home and lock all the doors to feel more secure, turn on the heating and put the kettle on to make this empty house feel like home. With your favourite brew, you take up your usual activities that take your mind off of what you saw today. Then the evening comes and you hear strange noises outside and all comes back to you. Your pulse rises when you hear your neighbor’s dog bark wildly and is silenced suddenly, you rush to double-check the doors are locked and go upstairs to your bedroom and close the door as well. You listen out for the strange noise you heard outside but there is nothing instead you hear someone trying the door handle downstairs, could it be a friend? A moment later you hear someone trying to open the back door. Your heart jumps to your throat, could this thing find you in your home? You sit still on the bed praying it will go away, and then your heart drops from your throat to the bottom of the stomach when you hear the floorboards creek downstairs and you remember you opened a window earlier because it got too hot from the heating.

Your panic level raises with every step that makes noise under heavy footing, you try to be still and silent hoping it will not enter our room but it gets harder when the scratching on the wall nears your bedroom door. You start to think about everything you did in your life wondering if you made the right decisions so far but when you see the door handle being pressed down you start to lose it. Your eyes are flooded with tears that fall on your shaking hands, the door opens slowly and you know there is no escape. At this point you stopped caring if you live or die all that’s left is to wait for what happens next.

The door opens fully and you sob harder, it’s all clear now, it has found you and you know you will be tortured relentlessly. It’s all clear this creature is Loneliness.

This is my vision of long-term loneliness, I hope it will give you an idea how some people feel because you will not see it at first glance because it all happens behind close doors. And even though you offer a simple solution of finding friends and being active often monotony and shyness will keep that person in shackles like ball and chain. So reach out first to someone from your friend list because they might be too shy do it themselves and you just could make a big difference in their lives.

Can you call yourself a good parent?

This post will be for all the parents and anyone who can solve this mystery with a different solution than murder or psychiatric ward. Everything below is unfortunately real events and facts from our lives.

Let’s start with the basic information, the key focus is on my girlfriend and her family, a family of her of course 2 parents Paulina and a younger brother. At first glance everything seems fine and they will make sure it does just look like it but that’s just a front. By them I mean the parents and son. Paulina lives with me for several years and of course they are not happy with it. There are two main problems with this family, they treat their kids completely opposite no exaggeration and their mother hates me for no reason (yeah love you too mother-in-law). The thing is I can’t understand their actions there is no rational reason for them.

It was like that from a young age. Little brother gets hurt by someone Paulina is to blame for not being there. She needs to work hard for something he can just sit around. One example were their first tattoos. Paulina wanted a tattoo she found, after a lot of asking for it she came to an agreement if she gets good grades at the end of the year she will have it, so she worked real hard to and it payed of, sort of, she wasn’t allowed the one she wanted so she got the next best thing which was a lot smaller tattoo of a cat. Then comes up a little brother who wasn’t supposed to have a tattoo due to age and not doing any work for it but he just says he wants it and guess what he has a huge scorpion on his back.

When I first met them everything was fine their parents were nice to me even though it was fake I didn’t mind. Then I started dating Paulina and things were rolling down the hill and still do. It started with constantly earlier scheduled returns home and other minor things, after a year her mother just like that started hating me and every time she saw me she looked like Trump in Mexico. Her explanation? I have blond hair and she once knew a guy like that and she didn’t like him. Totally understandable right? 😉 There were few more similar reason that weren’t worth my time her main point was that I am not the right partner for her because I was young and she would rather she would find a rich Irish guy or two with a house and a good job so she won’t have to work. Mother of the year advice.

Of course that didn’t stop us like Romeo and Juliet we continued to meet even though she was “forbidden” to see me and anywhere she went she was accused of going to see me for which she was unfairly punished in forms of foul name calling occasional slaps and grounding. Unfortunately we lived on the same street so if I wanted to go anywhere I had to walk past their house and every time I was seen by her mother, Paulina was immediately called home, no mater where she was and still had to take shit from her parents even though there was no intention to meet me.

After harsh another 2 years she finished school and decided she won’t take it anymore and will move out but for the first timer it’s not easy to find a job or a room, so she looked and looked while in the meantime she was on social welfare getting next to nothing but that didn’t stop her parents from deciding that she has to pay rent, bills, and cook for herself if she had anything left. after a while she found a room to rent a and a job, 2 in fact so without hesitation she was gone and free. 2 jobs turned into 3 and I couldn’t allow it. The same week I finished school I moved in with her got a job to help her out and my family supported us too but not hers. Back to unfair treatment, her brother finished school and he didn’t have to pay anything at all and still doesn’t. I’m not talking bad about him, he just exploits the situation of course he helps them out sometimes but the point is none of the rules Paulina had to obey were placed on him and if that’s not enough he just had to ask for things to get them.

I have not seen her parents for years about 6, her mother avoids me like im some incarnation of Satan or carrier of Ebola. For years I drove Paulina 100km one way so she could see her family after they moved out but I wasn’t allowed into the house so had to go straight back. They never visited us at least when I was home. This year we were forced to move out so we decided on their home town with hope things will improve with time but now that hope is almost gone. We live here 5 months and they haven’t moved their lazy asses to an estate beside them to visit for a coffee or see just how are we doing while my own parents drive 100km almost every second week to see us. I guess I should make it clear that I don’t see them, Paulina visits them almost every week but always comes back a lot sadder as they stopped treating her as a daughter but more just like a guest paying more attention to everyone else but her and yet they call her daughter. Put actions behind the words you use.

Another example of their treatment? Paulina’s brother found a girl recently. Treating her like a real daughter should be support their relationship and allowed to move in with them they help her to find a job by sending offers while Paulina is always looked down upon for not being any different and constantly complained about even when she does exact same things that her brother or his girl do. They don’t even call her to find out how is she doing. Paulina call them only (I saw the call registers over years) and they complain that she never contacts them while it’s them that don’t put in any fucking effort.

I post it reluctantly with fear that after they see this it will blow into a bigger shit than it is. Then again deep inside I hope they will read it and finally get some fucking sense in their heads and understand that they are the sole cause of their daughters countless tears and sleepless nights over the years all the days she was sad not wanting to live anymore driving her to depression, that they will understand that they are destroying this wonderful girl like cancer from the inside. And I hope they will feel shame for years to come and most of all I want them to know that I look past their way of treating me, and that KARMA exists and she will fucking coming and I hope that then you will cry every night like she does.

 

And you? Can you call yourself a good parent? If you are anything like the ones above be sure your kids will never forget.

The Blood Princess 

This is a short story produced fully by my girlfriend Paulina P.  I wanted to state clearly it is her work, she did it for an assignment from school so it is not plagiarism from her side I just post it here with her permission. Notes to consider, it was written in one night and she doesn’t normally write. If anyone has an opinion leave it in the comments and I’m sure she will appreciate it also it will make more sense if you watched “Preacher” and “Originals” tv series.

 

     Sitting on a large bed in their magnificent penthouse which looks over the entire city of Rome Alexandra focused her gaze on Isaac’s blue, almost angel like eyes deep in thought. She was going over the recent events that brought them here thinking she is lucky to have him and forced herself to think that all the fighting and running together with the tragedies is over, that she is at the happy end now about to start a new life. Not knowing that the past will haunt her forever whether it’s in her dreams or another assassin from the organisation she ran from.

“Why didn’t you tell me what you are in the first place, why all the secrets?” asked Isaac.

“I’m surprised you didn’t figure it out on your own, I was certain angels have more insight into humans. I didn’t tell you because the first time I saw you I think I fell in love, laugh if you want but I knew I wanted to know you and I did not want our races to be an obstacle. Maybe you would just rather I jumped at your throat” explained Alexandra.

“I did not figure you out because I lost my powers when I fell, I never knew that descent to earth without authorization ends so bad, In the fall my wings burned I lost some of my powers and I am stuck in this body. If that’s not enough I was trained all my life to kill your kind.”

“Oh what a mess we got ourselves into, an angel chased by heaven for running away meets a vampire princess who also ran away, stereotypically they should kill each other on sight but they fall in love and are haunted down because every single thing about them is wrong, what a cliché.” sighed Alexandra.

“Yeah tell me about it, how about we watch some romance movie so we find the ending to our story” laughed Isaac.

“No, we will do what we were born for, we will kill everyone until all this nonsense stops.” hissed Alexandra in a blood chilling voice “Unless it’s a Quentin Tarantino movie” she grinned. “Isaac, I am tired of running, it needs to end soon one way or another.” 

“What do you intend to do my lady?” asked Isaac with a lot of curiosity “I don’t know yet, we will think of something in the morning” she lied knowing full well what she will do starting tomorrow.

In the morning Alexandra got up together with the rising sun, after all vampires didn’t need sleep and she did it sometimes to try feel normal, also in contradiction to common belief vampires did not burn in the sun although young vampires were significantly weakened by it. Using the fact that Isaac is asleep she went to the bathroom to make a phone call to a number named Cassidy and after a bit of waiting she got an answer with a man saying hello in a raspy voice.

“Cassidy, it’s Alexandra I have few question I hoped you could help me with” she said.

“Alex! you crazy devil, what do I owe the pleasure to hear from you?” replied Cassidy in now a lot more cheerful voice and strong Irish accent.

“Like I said, I hoped for your help. Are you still friend with those two angels and that Jesse preacher fella?” asked Alexandra.

“Oh you know me, I am everybody’s best friend whether they like it or not.”

“That’s good news, so angels, most of the are quickly reborn when killed and from what I know you guys experimented a bit with that. Do you know maybe how many sleeping pill can I give to an angel without killing him?” asked nervously Alexandra.

“Lucky for you I’m with them. Fiore grab the sleeping pills from the bathroom and eat them all, I need to know how much kills an angel.” she heard Cassidy talk to someone else in the room. Then she heard the unknown voice reply to Cassidy saying “anything over 25 pills will kill him, I sometimes do it to DeBlanc when I want some time alone.”

“Did you get that love? 25 but personally I recommend cutting off all the limbs and stitching up the mouth, works like a charm can’t hurt you and can’t die and resurrect.” offered Cassidy.

“I can’t, I love him I just need him to stay safe and not interrupt my plan for few days.”

“Oh snap, you and an angel? didn’t see that coming. Wait, than it must be you everyone is hunting for sacrilege, sounds like a lot of trouble. What do you plan to do?” said Cassidy.

“To cut off the head of a snake, I will kill everyone who tries to stop me from being with him, every angel and even my family if I must.” explained Alexandra in emotionless voice while counting the pills.

“As ambitious and skilled you are, you will never kill all the angels it’s like whack-a-mole with them. Because of our friendship I will let you in on a secret, Jesse turned put to be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. He poses a power from heaven, obviously he shouldn’t so everyone is trying to desperately return. Anyway he has power to compel anyone into anything like we can do with humans, yet for him there are no limits. He can compel any living creature and it’s literal and instant and that includes angels. What I’m trying to say I will ask him to make all the angels forget about you and your feathery friend” tried to explain Cassidy.

“Sounds ridiculous but I trust you, that would save a lot of blood shed and my perfect nails” grinned Alexandra. She ended the call and proceeded to the kitchen to make breakfast for her future husband, and in case Cassidy was wrong she threw 20 sleeping pills into the breakfast smoothie.

Alexandra was more than surprised to find out that the Irish vampire and the American preacher pull through with their offer and it must have worked because Isaac fell unconscious in the middle of the day and woke up not knowing his name or his tasks from heaven. Yet it was not over yet and she knew it, of course the lack of attacks from the feathery side was good news, there was still the matter of her family and her mother who would rather lose a child instead of breaking the tradition. And that’s what happened earlier than she thought as Alexandra was never truly loved by her mother and it drove them apart for years.

Despite the fact Alexandra mostly hated her mother for opposing everything she does especially Isaac she made a decision that will haunt her dreams forever. Knowing well that the stubborn mother will never give up disrupting their life and sending her minions to try to eliminate Issac she knew she has to die. The problem was she was that nobody can approach the vampire royalty just like that so Alexandra knew that the fatal blow has to be from her hand as nobody questions family meetings especially if they are royal and nobody is above them in hierarchy.

The next day Isaac was still asleep as if in a medically induced coma. Alexandra decided to make a quick trip to Sicily where her mother resided in a mansion looking over Mount Etna which also happened to be Alexandra’s place of birth at the very top of the volcano few hundred years ago. Upon her arrival numerous servants and security detail members bowed their heads when she passed by in respect. Nobody even dared to suspect a princess of malicious intent. After a bit of wandering in the mansion she found her mother in the dining room drinking blood from a martini glass.

“Well, well I’m surprised to see you here. Where is that feathery rat of yours?” asked her mother.

“He is not here, after he figured out I’m a vampire he went berserk trying to kill me so I defended myself. It’s a shame he had to die, I really started to get fillings for him. But did you know that angel blood gives an amazing feeling, I’ve never felt so good.” she lied partially.

“It is quiet exquisite and rare, I haven’t drank angel blood in years. Anyway now that this ridiculous situation is over I hope we can return to normal.” the mother wondered while sipping her red martini.

“Yes mother, I am sorry for everything, you were right that this relationship could never be, and for that I brought you some of his blood as an apology.” confirmed Alexandra while pulling out a crystal flask with red liquid.

“Oh my…” she gasped after smelling the scent, she quickly turned the flack and her eyes widened with joy.

Alexandra stepped closer to her and said “After all my sins and wrong doings I wanted for you to be happy in your last moment of life”.

Before her mother could react Alexandra slid out two daggers from her leather jacket sleeves. She took a rough swing with her right hand to the side cracking a rib upon the entry and puncturing the lung while the left hand plunged the dagger straight into the heart. The room was filled with an agonizing scream, Alexandra pulled her mother close so she can whisper last words into her ear. “I hope you feel like I did all this time. By the way the that dagger in your heart is partially made of the white oak, This time you will die so say hi to dad in hell.”

Now days Alexandra and Isaac are learning to live a normal life, like the rest of the planet and it is easy for Isaac as he knows nothing of what happened since the time he was drugged by Alexandra. Unfortunately for Alexandra it was not easy to be normal as every time she closed her eyes she saw the face of her mother with tears in her eyes, and every time she was alone she could swear she can hear screams of pain that came from her mother in her last moments. It is a secret that she will take to grave.

Written by Paulina.