I looked down at the age-spotted hands of my Robert as the body burned in the distance. I could smell the blood pour from Noah’s wounds, but now I was no longer a prisoner bound by blood lust. For the first time in many thousand years, I was finally human again.
I looked on to watch my enemies ignore the flames that danced wickedly around them, their focus was on their heroic little Noah. Did they not realize that he was just a pawn? I imagined my entire game plan as it ran through my head. I had to get back at humanity for imprisoning me to the torment that I had endured. My love had taken most of the credit, but the truth was that I was the neck that turned the head.
I had been removed from history like any blemish that no one wanted to explain. Eve had fallen for my trap, if I would not be allowed in Eden, then I refused to allow her to live in my stead. I even had my hand in the first murder, uttering the tongue of jealousy that sparked Cain to slay his brother, forever he would bear the mark, the two entrance wounds of my fangs that had torn into his flesh.
I stifled the smile as I came full circle. The deed was done, and the people around me were ignorant to it. My goal had never been just to kill humanity blindly but to rescue my love from his prison. To unleash my love on the world whom God favored more than he. Now that I was human again, I knew that it was only a matter of time before I was in rapture to the love of my dark prince.
My own mark of Cain burned in my flesh as the bite marks stung on my neck. I put my hand against them trying to keep the heat at bay. Robert’s mother had failed to turn him, but my blood still flowed through his veins, providing a vessel for my spirit. His feeling of betrayal had led him to me more than forty years ago. Now our scheme had come full circle. He had sacrificed his own life for revenge, though he did not do so knowingly.
They never do.
I turned away from the death of my enemy and disappeared from their little group, unnoticed, just as he had been most of his life. This would be a day they would remember with great regret, and I will remember as the beginning of the end.
About the Author
D. A. Alexander is an emerging author in urban fantasy. Growing up in rural Mississippi, he had a love of horror films and gritty stories. He turned that love into a hobby, and later a career, as a novelist. He currently resides in Virginia with his family.
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