Karolina Life as a Vampire: Chapter 13

Karolina Life as a Vampire: Chapter 13

THIRTEEN

Slowly over the past year, during the time I was getting a firm grip on my vampire life, and the last few nights, as well, my room was beginning to transform into my own space. The walls were now a beautiful blue and covered with the posters that had once graced the walls of my human bedroom. My favorite band hung above my bed along with my favorite movies and anime wall scrolls as well. The furniture was once sterile and now is the exact opposite, black. A stereo that holds five compact discs sits like a Buddha next to my television set and DVD player. I acquired more shelving for my numerous books and DVDs, even some of my dragon figurines and collectible statues were added to decorate the shelves. My laptop stayed on my desk accompanied by my photo albums and other various things that didn’t have a place of their own yet. Within the drawers I kept my sketch books and mediums, the last drawer had been recently converted into a storage for blood.

Like a teenager with a small refrigerator in their room to keep the sodas cool or a place to keep small snacks, I had a small medical cooler for keeping my blood fresh. I had requested it from Erik, he took my request to the local Vampire Blood Bank and they filled the order.

After establishing the personality of my room I dressed my bed with expensive fabrics in chocolate color. The many pillows on my bed sometimes made their way to the floor or in a corner of the room so I could be comfortable while suffering a grave desire. It’s a humorous term we vampires use when we feel an unexplainable urge to be in a tight space and covered. All vampires, ancient or fledgling alike, are subjected to these urges. Some try to curb these urges by sleeping in coffins all year around, others suffer throughout the day by acting in a such a way that I do.

When I felt my room had become my own I stopped fussing over it and started to enjoy it. I started to be myself again. Music started to be played and my DVDs were finally stretching their legs. It saddened me to watch the movies I had seen with my parents or viewed the ones that were watched traditionally. I tried to put those feelings aside but all that was piling up. My actions and refusal to acknowledge it would come to haunt me. I thought that the vampire depression was behind me. Immune to it.

No vampire is.

Until recently I was learning from Erik. Since the night he made me feel insignificant and childish I dedicated my nights to training myself, alone. I hardly spoke to Erik anymore and he kept his distance as well. He spent most of his time in the great barn out back with his cars.

Men will always be men, no matter what.

My abilities astounded me. I could move things with my mind. I rearranged my book cases several times just for the fun of it as I laid on my bed or painted my nails black. I laughed at myself on occasion when I found I had moved things around while I was in the deep sleep. When something of mine went missing or I couldn’t find it in the house anywhere I thought of the object before bed and when I awoke at dusk it had appeared on my bedside table.

It was one night I was sitting in the study finishing the complete works of Edgar Allan Poe that I discovered a new power. On this particular night Vance and Colken had gone out to restock our blood stores and Evol sat out on the patio. She loved the night, it never ceased to amaze her, the beauty of it all. Erik was again in the barn. I had read the last poem and begun to close the book’s back cover when I heard a voice. It was a woman’s voice, older than what Evol’s sounded like and lower in pitch. I looked around alarmed. The voice came again and as it spoke the outline of a woman appeared in the corner of the room. She was dressed in a maid’s attire with her hair pulled back into a band of fabric, she was transparent. I could gaze directly through to the bookshelf behind her.

“Hello…” She greeted. Stunned, all I could do was rub my eyes and blink repeatedly. She greeted me again, this time with a small timid wave.

“Hello.” I waved back.

“Amazing, you can see me.” She smiled at me, I saw a silver tear leave her eye.

“What’s you’re name?” I asked putting the book aside.

“Margret.” She made a small curtsey.

“Hello, Margret.” I wanted to ask her questions but I didn’t want to upset her. Maybe she didn’t know she was dead. “I’m Karolina.”

“You caused my Master much distress but he has become accustomed to you’re presence within this house.” She glided around the room taking a look out the window.

“Master?” I questioned.

“Master Colken, he much disliked your invitation into this house, however ma’am I thought a change would be nice.” Margret sat down in a chair opposite me. I couldn’t help but stare through her. It wasn’t that hard. She raised her eyebrows at me and I apologized. “It’s quite alright dear, I know it’s not an everyday occurrence to see someone such as myself.”

“None of the others can see you?”

“Rather unfortunate isn’t it?” She sighed. “I was their nursemaid and servant. I watched young Master Colken and Miss Evol grow up. Their mother had passed away during child birth to the young master, I became a mother figure in his life. Evol as well but Colken, to me, was my child. I love them. When the Master passed unexpectedly Colken inherited this plantation as well as the family business, tobacco merchant. Miss Evol and I were awaiting Master Colken’s return from the ports when Erik informed us that Colken had not shown at the local tavern. I remember panicking, Evol called forth a search party and Erik went looking for him himself. Some nights later the Master had returned,” Margret paused looking about the room. “He had become a monster, Erik as well. Evol decided to joined them.” Silver tears gently slid down her ghostly cheeks. “I loved them but what they had become…I could not follow that path.” Her voice broke, I felt horrible. She was a mother figure to Colken and Evol, it pained her to know end that they had gone against her beliefs. Even today people don’t understand and shun vampires.

“You felt that you had fail them, and their parents, didn’t you?” I asked. She only nodded. “You were taken over by grief that you killed yourself…” She lowered her gaze before she spoke.

“Hung myself in the slave quarter, my kin took care of my body.” She looked up at me. “I still love them. I see now, in death, that they are beautiful and are no more monstrous than I.” She took in a deep breath. “I have watched over them and quietly listened to all conversations, tears, and disagreements that have been within these wall for over 300 years, not once had a vampire noticed me.”

“Margret, it’s not that they don’t love you, it’s just that Evol and Colken don’t possess the ability that I have.” I reached for her hand, my fingers felt a tingle when they should have made contact with her skin. “Is there anything you want to say to them?”

“The truth…simply that.” She smile again at me. She was beautiful, death could not take that away from her. And with a small tear running down her cheek she disappeared.

I told Evol and Colken the story of that night. They both excused themselves from my presence. I can only guess they cried together, neither one told me.

I never saw Margret again but I could feel her spirit still within the walls, this was her house and she wasn’t going to leave.

The others were becoming use to the idea that teenagers like music, and they like it loud or not at all. If the walls are not vibrating it’s not loud enough. And teens love to play their favorite song repeatedly with no breaks throughout the course of the day, or in my case, the night, until completely satisfied. I’m proud to say that every vampire in the house was completely annoyed with me for a good week.

One night I was playing the famous big butts song. Don’t judge me, you’ve heard it before and most likely know the words too. I played it a few time in a row and a knock came at my door, rather a banging because my music was so loud. Vance walked in through the door and demanded that I shut it off. Immediately I reached for the remote and slammed my finger down on the power button. Vance exhaled heavily as he rolled his eyes before thanking me. He shut the door as he left without saying anything else. I blinked a few time through my stunned state, Vance had never demanded anything of me. Now bored that there was nothing to listen too I laid on the floor and stared at the ceiling. I waited a good hour before building up the courage to turn on the radio, at a considerable level of course.

I doodled on my sketch book, making anime characters and dragons. I added a few chibi’s as well, they were hitting their neighbors on the head with baseball bats and some were asleep. I felt the hunger come on and satisfied it quickly because my favorite band came on the radio and I needed to have a empty mouth in order to sing. I turned the volume up a few notches, gesturing with my hand to the floor, I said to myself that the vampire’s downstairs would live.

As I danced around my room like a complete idiot unbeknown to me I was being watched. And laughed at. I didn’t hear the knock, nor did I hear the request to lower the volume. The vibrations were rocking my brain, the nightclub finally had music for the light show. I sung at the top of my lungs, I didn’t care. This is my favorite band, I need to show my support. I turned to the wall that has the band’s poster and sung to it while I jumped up and down like as if I was at their concert.

That’s when I noticed Vance standing there in the doorframe.

Needless to say I screamed while in mid-jump, it felt like I hovered in the air like a Looney Toon before falling to the floor. I could feel the embarrassment creeping all over my face like a flesh eating disease. I clawed my way, in a frenzied scurry, behind my bed. I wanted to melt into a puddle of Karolina goop on the floor, but since I didn’t know the extent of my powers I didn’t want to put too much effort into that desire. That would have been gross.

“Lina?” Vance said through giggles. Great. He’s laughing at me.

“Yes?” I squeaked from behind my bed. I continued to crawl halfway under my bed.

“Evol and I were inquiring if you would like to join us on a excursion to the cabin?” Through the duration of this he cleared his throat twice to suppress the chuckles.

I thought about it for a while before speaking, “Sure.” I heard him back out of the room. “Oh Vance!” Called back at him from under my bed.

“Yes?” I scooted to the other side and lifted the comforter to look at him.

“Don’t mention this performance to anyone,” and then quickly added, “Please.”

“Mention what?” He grinned at me. Could I trust that?

The cabin that Vance owned was not far from the main house on the plantation. I learned that Vance, himself, built this cabin by hand shortly after his relationship with Evol fell apart. I watched him as he opened the door, it was done with care, like if he forced it open the door would burst into tiny little pieces. Like the gentleman that he is he moved to the side and offered Evol and I entry. The inside was beautiful. All the furniture was hand craved as well as all the figurines of bears and wolves and owls. Deer antlers were hung like a trophy over the fire place. Of course it wasn’t a real one, Vampires fear fire. Fire resembles the Sun, even the strongest and oldest of all Vampires fears the Fire from the Sun.

You are probably asking, reader, that I mention in earlier in this tale of mine, that there were candles lit in lamps all over the house when I first arrived. That is indeed true, I do not deny that. The candles were lit because in order to see them I needed the light which I no longer need. However, Vampires light candles to remind themselves that there is a small fire in which they can control. The candle is never out in the open, it’s always behind glass.

Anyway back to the cabin.

The main room was huge. It held within it a grand table that could fit about eight, the legs were craved to look as if snakes were holding the table up, with chairs to match. In front of the faux fireplace was a massive sofa and on the opposite side was a long bookshelf holding a few books but mostly carvings and trinkets, that I could only assume were from their human lives. On the wall on the left side of the door was a serving-like table that disguised the blood box. There were three bedrooms all of which lead off the main room, they were small but cozy. Each had it’s own bed, dresser and bedside table and each had it’s own art that Colken had painted, some had more than others. The third bedroom had a mini stair case that lead to the attic. Vance had meant for it to be another bedroom but slowly over the centuries items began to accumulate in the empty space. There was no kitchen.

Evol disappeared into the third bedroom, I watched her climb the stairs, holding up her pale green and blue dress to make the climb easier. I could hear the sound of her heels all the across the attic’s floor. I took the liberty to explore the cabin myself. I started by examining all the art work that Colken had strung up in the bedrooms. Some of them were still life paintings of cups and fruit but there was a portrait of Erik in the third room. He looks just as he does now, of course I don’t know the date of the painting. I took a guess that it was before he started to wear clothes that matched the year he was inhabiting because he was wearing 1700’s style clothes. His hair was pulled back into a ponytail with a navy blue satin ribbon that matched his waist coat with golden buttons. I noticed that even though his face appeared to be happy his eyes were distant, almost clouded. I moved on to the next one in the room. It was a painting of the cabin, the tiniest details made the cabin pop out of the picture. The trees and brush around it were subdued enough that it was clear that the cabin was meant to be the focal point but detailed enough to portray the soft and tranquil nature of the woods.

When I was finished admiring the brush strokes I made my way back out to the main room. Vance stood by the fire place looking out the adjacent window, staring out into the night.

“What’s so fascinating?” I asked. He gave a slight jump, hardly noticeable though.

“Oh nothing, I was just…” He did a double take to the window before turning his attention to my presence.

“Zoning out?” He nodded. “This place is stunning, I can’t believe that you built this place.”

“I believe you can say that this is the equivalent to Erik’s car obsession.” Vance brushed some dust off the mantle.

“I would say your’s is more sensible.”

“Thank you, I like to think so too.” He came away from the window. “Did you enjoy the paintings?”

“Very much so, Colken is absolutely amazing.” He nodded. I took a seat on the couch. “If you don’t mind me asking, but, why did you build this beautiful place when you live at the plantation house?” I asked gently.

“The simple truth is…” He took a deep breath. “I needed something to devote my love and care into after Evol and I ended our one hundred year relationship. This was the next best thing.” Vance took a seat next to me on the couch. “As I have said, I never stopped loving her but the more we tried the more we wanted to be apart from one another.”

“What if you two started your relationship back up again? It’s been awhile since then, why don’t you give it another try?”

“You do not understand. It was Evol that pushed me away, Evol broke off our relationship. If she wanted to be with me again, I have no doubt she would have brought it up-and don’t think about persuading her-she’s quite capable of getting what she wants.”

“I didn’t have any doubts to begin with, she changed you didn’t she?”

“Indeed, she did.” He looked so sad in that moment. I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

“Never fear Vance, I’ll love you forever.” We both smiled.

“Can I have that one in writing?”

“Karolina?” I heard from the attic.

“Ah I am summoned!” Vance laughed.

I half ran, half walked to the attic stairs and took my time going up the narrow planks to the room Evol had lost herself in while I was with Vance. I found her in the back corner hunched over a trunk, she was sifting through it’s contents. The floor was covered in ashy grey colored dust and cobwebs hung from the ceiling rafters. As I moved the dust swirled and collected on the bottom of my pants. Evol’s footprints were replaced with my own set as I rounded a mountain of boxes to her. She didn’t take any notice in my presence at all, she was in deep concentration. She was mumbling “I just had it, where did I put it?” as she looked through the trunk. It was full of clothing and letters and parchment paper. Frustrated that she couldn’t find it she straightened back up to full height and continued her search in a box that was at the base of the mountain I just passed by. Then she exclaimed with glee as she found what she was looking for. She dusted off the item with her dress before turning to met my curious gaze. Her shoes mimicked the sound of a horse as she approached me.

“This is Colken’s journal.” She extended a leather bound book that was tied shut with a leather thong.

“Thanks Evol,” I held the book carefully in my hands, I felt a little uneasy. “Will Colken be upset if I have this in my possession?”

“My brother has abandoned this journal to the dust as all of us have done. If he held attachment to this,” She tapped the cover with her index finger, “Then it wouldn’t be here.”

“He could still get offended just by the fact that I have this.” I carefully waved the book.

“If it puts you at easy you may keep it here, Colken doesn’t make a habit of making trips out here.” That did change my feelings about the situation but that didn’t take away the betrayal of trust.

Evol left me alone in the attic to look over the journal in private. I thanked her for that, I wasn’t comfortable with Vance knowing I had this either. I set myself down on a trunk, dusting it off first, the leather creaked as the cover was opened for the first time in many years. I could smell the dust and he faint fragrant of human. There were a few journal entries that discussed the position that Colken would inherit when his father had died, he confessed that he was terrified and couldn’t imagine ever taking over. He mentioned Evol in a few entries, how he missed how they use to play together when they were children. There was on entry that caught my eye, it was about Erik. Colken describe Erik as an angel with raven hair that the girls fawned over. I wasn’t surprised that Erik, even as a teenager, was handsome. The next entries were sketches of horses and flowers. They were beautifully done, the details were captured skillfully. I turned the page and it was a drawing of Erik, it was a sketch of his head, the most detailed part was his eyes. The next few drawings were figure drawings of Erik and Evol in various poses and expressions. There were little notes on the sides to remind Colken to pay more attention to this detail or to make this smaller. I flipped forward about 5 pages and noticed a change in hand writing, before it resembled a early teenager’s handwriting, but now it was as elegant as the writing I gazed upon when he looked over my artwork.

My curiosity got the best of me and I started to read a particular passage caught my attention.

I can not deny my heart what it truly desires any longer. My beloved mother and father have passed, leaving Evol and myself. There is not a soul to disappoint with my actions. From afar I have watched in the shadows, jealous of the attention he received daily from the ladies. Tonight I will meet him and confess my love, no longer shall I live a lie.

The next pages were blank. I flipped forwards and back, nothing. This had to be the night Erik told me about, the night Erik went to met him at the tavern and Colken never showed. This was his last entry as a human.

I would have stayed up in the attic all night but the thirst was creeping in and I needed to feed, I had a feeling the others needed to do so as well. As I stood up I looked around for a cloth I could hide the book in. My curiosity grew by reading Colken’s journal and I needed to read over every word to cipher who Colken was before the change, the vampire I don’t know. In the trunk that Evol was looking around in held a gorgeous silk fabric of crimson, I wrapped the book within its folds and proceeded down the stairs.

I curled up on my bed after feeding with Colken’s journal, I had made sure the door was locked before opening it. I started with the pages I had skipped over, I read line by line. When Colken had written this he was confused about his feelings for his new found friend. He contemplated discussing this feelings with Evol but from the entries I couldn’t tell if he had or not. However I do know now that Evol had indeed known, she even knew about Ryan. I was reading an interesting passage about Erik when a knock came at the door. I jumped up and shoved the journal under my pillows before answering the door. It was Erik.

“What do you want?” I asked keeping the door closed around my body.

“Lina, can we talk?” Erik asked. I thought about it, deciding that we couldn’t avoid each other forever, I stood aside and gestured for him to come in. He walked inside and looked around the room. I closed the door before jumping onto the bed and propping myself against the pillow, making sure Colken’s private thoughts were well hidden.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked bringing him back to earth. His head jerked towards my direction. “I’m sure it’s not to compliment me on my interior design methods.”

“No, it’s not that.” He gave a small laugh. “I want to apologize,” He sat down on the side on my bed, facing my desk, “I didn’t mean to hurt you or to push you too hard. It’s just that…”

“It’s okay Erik, really.” I didn’t want to hear it, some part of me want to keep Erik in his guilt.

“No, please, let me finish. I just care about you so much that I want you to become stronger faster, so no one can hurt you. I don’t want…” Erik trailed off, his head lowered and turned away from me so I couldn’t see his eyes. It occurred to me that Erik had a hard time confessing his feelings to others.

“You don’t want what?” I asked scooting closer.

“Chris is extremely more powerful than we anticipated. With every Ancient he kills his powers increase and the odds of you staying alive are stacked strongly against us.” Erik turned his head towards me. “I don’t want to see you be killed.”

“Erik…you must have known that it was a possibility, I knew it but I still took the risk of taking this life-”

“I saw you die once.” Erik looked directly into my eyes. “It was the first time in centuries that I felt my heart ache.” Silence came over us as we just looked into each other’s eyes. I could feel that there was more he wanted to say but was unable to speak them for the fear of my reaction. I wanted him to speak, I wanted so badly to hear what he was keeping inside. I couldn’t explain why I wanted this, all of it confused me. Erik’s eyes broke the connection as he looked down at the bed spread.

“What is it?” I asked just above a whisper.

Erik looked up but instead of speaking he slowly leaned forward. My breath caught in my throat as his lips came in contact with mine. This kiss was different from the last time he kissed me. This kiss was from the vampire that changed me, the compassionate and gentle Erik. The side of him that he’s hidden away, the Erik I know lives within him.

I surprised Erik, and even myself, when I kissed him back. I don’t know how long we were kissing I just know that I felt it ended too fast. When that thought entered my mind I felt my stomach turn. What about Alex? Is this how I really feel? Or were these strange thoughts brought on by the sudden change in Erik?

Erik had been the one to break the kiss, he pulled away slowly, resting his forehead against my own. I could feel the redness creep onto my cheeks, betraying me. I took in a breath threw my nose taking in the scent of him. He smelled of the night, the moon and spiced earth. It was intoxicating. When he finally pulled away from me I turned to face the opposite wall to hide my face.

The sound that could be heard was our breathing.

Both of us were deep within our own thoughts, I could only imagine what was going through his mind. Within my own, the questions were making my head spin. Why did I do that? What would Alex say? What’s Erik thinking right now? Did I give him the wrong idea? Am I fooling myself? How would Colken react? How long would I live if he found out I kissed him? I know how my stomach feels about this situation but what do I feel? The sea of questions were causing my temples to throb, I reached up to sooth them.

Erik cleared his throat, “Lina, I wanted to tell you that,” I felt the bed shift, “I will no longer force you into opening your thoughts to me.” He changed the subject.

“That’s fine with me.” There was a short awkward pause between us.

“What did Evol give you?” He asked.

“She gave me a nice crimson silk, she thought I could make a nice skirt or something out of it.” I lied as I pointed to the silk that was draped over my desk chair.

“That was nice of her.” I nodded. “How did you like the cabin?”

Now I know he was just trying to make small talk, which was only making the awkwardness more visible to the both of us.

“I loved it, Vance’s craftsmanship is extremely beautiful-and will you just say what you what you have on your chest.” Irritably, I laid down against the pillows, crossing my arms over my chest and exhaling harshly.

“I just want to know why you won’t let me in?” Erik blurted out.

“I like watching you squirm.” I said flatly. He makes me so annoyed.

“The real reason, please.”

“Answer me first this question. Why do you want so badly the access to my thoughts?”

“To put it simply, I want to know what you’re thinking.”

“Thanks Captain Obvious, now what’s the other reason?” I looked him square in the eyes. His mouth opened and closed a few times before forming his next sentence.

“If you were to give me access to you mind I could comb through your unlocked powers and find the one that Chris wants. Knowing this information we can find the strengths and weaknesses to this power so we can use it to overpower him.”

“Why didn’t you just say that? I probably would have let you in but instead you become this raving monster of greed. I thought you wanted to use this gift against me, to track my whereabouts and stay one step ahead of me. I was under the impression that I was an item you wanted to keep safe, not a person or a friend that you wanted to protect.” I sat up and uncrossed my arms. “That day I threw you out of my mind I was in the middle of a inner battle with my thoughts. Should I let you in to get it over with or try to hang on to my freedom for just a little bit longer.” I sighed. “I felt like a child afterwards. You made me feel like a disobedient child, like I had somehow broken the a law or rule that wasn’t spoken between us but understood. I gave you my trust a year ago and you’ve stuck to your word, I should have let you have this little thing you were asking of me.” After my speech I looked around the room, at nothing in particular, anything to keep my attention on something other than Erik.

“Lina, you should have told me.” He was at my side in an instant holding me tight. “You are not a child and I know that words can not fix what I have done, but I’m going to try.” He rubbed my back for comfort before pulling away to look at me. “From now on training with you is going to be different. I’ll tell you what I want to work on and you’ll tell me if you are up to it, as well as, telling me what is on your mind. Don’t be afraid to tell me what you think, of me or anything else, because I need to know.” I nodded in agreement. “You can even tell me that you hate my guts at the moment and need a breather, I don’t care.” I laughed at that.

“Be expecting that a lot.” I giggled and he smiled.

“Is there anything else I need to know before we continue with our training situation and living arrangements?”

“Living Arrangements?”

“Do you want me further from you, do not want to see me at all some days?”

“It’s not killing me to see you everyday Erik.”

“Good, because you’re stuck with me.” He smiled and so did I.

When Erik left me to report to Evol about our talk I was eager to get back to reading Colken’s journal. I removed the pillows and threw back the duvet to reveal the leather cover of the book. I noticed that there was what seemed to be a page sticking out on an angle at the top corner. I mentally kicked myself for shoving the book and not paying attention to its fragility. Carefully I picked it up and a folded page fell out along with the angled page. I picked up the folded page and read the contents.

I had no choice but to say I killed him. In a way it is the truth. If I wasn’t present that night it would have been Erik in my position. What would have happened to him? Certainly he would have been killed, I was dancing with luck as I ran from Mr. Tavis. No matter how I look at it, it is indeed my fault Ryan is dead. I’m to be punished for the rest of eternity for my sin. I’m deeply sorry dear sister for the guilt you must face every second to gaze upon my murderous face. My beloved Erik, I regret the day you met me, if our paths had not crossed you would have lived a normal and cheerful life with the one you truly love.

I was gob smacked by what I had just read. Before me was a written confession of what I knew to be true. I felt that Colken wasn’t a killer and here it was the proof not five inches from my face. I wanted to run to Colken and talk to him but he would be furious to know I had this in my possession. How could I bring up this without hinting that I had the evidence? There was no way I could skirt around the fact that I had read this, he wouldn’t believe me if I had come with it on my own. I re-folded the paper and stuck it back into the back pages where it had fallen out from. The other piece of paper had a sketch on it, a sketch of a person I had only seen once. This sketch was of Ryan.

I promised myself I wouldn’t speak a word of this to Erik or anyone else until I had gotten the whole unabridged version from Colken himself.

Now all I need is a death wish.

The following months went smoothly and without a hitch. Erik and I practiced various things in the woods such as reinforcing my mind’s strength by using only my thoughts to lift heavy objects and propel them at him. I took to that ability rather quickly and while Erik and I took a break from the exercises I confessed my ability that I discovered. He was impressed and asked about Margret. I let him know that since then I hadn’t seen her or any other spirits. He was curious about it and we both pondered whether or not this was the ability that Chris was after. Erik explained to me that it’s not uncommon for a vampire to have this power but it wasn’t something every vampire was equipped with.

“If this is what he’s after, who do you think he would have to communicate with?” I asked.

“I couldn’t tell you. Communicating with his victims wouldn’t make any sense, their spirits wouldn’t make contact with him. Maybe there was something his Creator didn’t have the chance to warn him or inform him about before he killed him. Maybe he’d realized it only after he had done the deed that he truly needed him.”

“That to me sounds plausible. Although, like you said there are vampire’s out there with this ability, I’m not the sole vampire gifted with this. Whatever he wants I’m the only one that has this power.” I argued.

“Interesting point, and we won’t know for sure until we figure out what that one power is.”

“If I even have that power.”

“Indeed, another possibility.”