The Dark Flames: Sun and the Moon

By Edward M Malo

Vampires are mythological or folkloric beings who subsist by feeding on the life essence (generally in the form of blood) of living creatures, regardless of whether they are undead or a living person.

This story begins in Rome.200BC. A Vampire named Moros relates his tale of becoming an immortal and the life of a cursed vampire. He also writes of a clan war which is brewing in the cities of Rome and Athens amongst the other vampires. It is in Rome that Moros finds his true love, an Asian princess named Meeka who was lost in her world in the Jade Palace.

Meekas father has gone mad and was willing to kill everyone for a son; a heir who would find immortality thru his son. Though Meeka found solace with Moros, their life together somehow felt incomplete. This was until a little girl who looked to be no more than five years of age entered their lives. While she did possess the body of an innocent her mind does not belong to a child.

Tammy is in fact an ancient vampire with many secrets. She tells the story of her mother and the creation of The curse. Her tale includes assassins, an Egyptian princess and even a twist in time.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Oct 11, 2012
• ISBN: 9781477277126

Edward M Malo

EDWARD M MALO loved science fiction and fantasy books which inspired him to write his own novels. He started to write The Dark Flames over six years ago. He spent most of his time writing. He currently lives in Massachusetts and works in the IT field.

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© 2012 by Edward M Malo. All rights reserved.

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Published by AuthorHouse 10/04/2012

ISBN: 978-1-4772-7714-0 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-7713-3 (hc)

ISBN: 978-1-4772-7712-6 (e)

Library of Congress Control Number: 2012918462

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Contents

Introduction

Chapter 1

MOROS

Chapter 2

Reborn and Invitations

Chapter 3

Feeding

Chapter 4

Dark Child

Chapter 5

Wild Hearts

Chapter 6

The Lie

Chapter 7

THE Temple of the Sun

Chapter 8

Gifts

Chapter 9

First battle

Chapter 10

The Curse

Chapter 11

The witch

Chapter 12

Now: Queen Isis Eléda

Chapter 13

Loyalty

Chapter 14

Tammy

Chapter 15

Sacrifices

Chapter 16

Request

Chapter 17

Meeka

Chapter 18

Meeka Reborn

Chapter 19

Revenge

Chapter 20

New home

Chapter 21

Clan of Kala

Chapter 22

The Huntress

Chapter 23

Tammy’s Mothers

Chapter 24

The Rescue

Chapter 25

The Meeting

Chapter 26

The scroll

Chapter 27

Lost love

~Middle of the cross Roads~

Chapter 28

Love found

Chapter 29

Power

Chapter 30

War

Chapter 31

East Wall

Chapter 32

South Wall

Chapter 33

West Wall

Chapter 34

Humans

Chapter 35

Queen: Meeka

Chapter 36

Final Battle

Chapter 37

Forgotten Time

Chapter 38

Nature’s Gift

Chapter 39

The Lovers

Chapter 40

Family ties

Chapter 41

The sea

Chapter 42

Trapped

Chapter 43

The cold Waves

Chapter 44

Pirates

Conclusions

Introduction

Life is a funny thing one moment you’re alive and having the time of your life and then the next you are dead. We make our life as we see fit. What if you don’t have control of your life . . . what if someone you loved has total control of you? What would you do?

My name is Lilly; everyone in the world has a good story to tell . . . mine is a much different tale from any you might have heard. My vampire parents have the most interesting life and I would love to share the story with you. They have created many children over the centuries whom they have saved with their immortal kiss. When you see a beautiful girl or a handsome man watching as if you were a tasty treat . . . you might be looking at their children or even a hungry vampire.

You must deem yourself lucky if you are picked to become one of them. My parents entrusted me with their stories in the form of private journals. I have pieced them together to recreate a journey of love, war and forgiveness.

There are many chapters in a life as well as many great tales to tell, but I have selected a point in time of particular importance to Meeka, Tammy and Moros. The changes they had to endure and their knowledge of each other will span many years blossoming into pure love.

The cursed three bonded by love and forgiveness are trapped in a war in which they did not belong. This book is written from Moros’, Meeka’s and Tammy’s own points of view. I only changed the language to a more modern tongue so you may understand them better. Meeka would often write in her journals . . .

We are bound to this world and to each other forever . . . even if you are an immortal vampire or a human in which your life span is about to end. If you have left your mark on this world someone will always remember you in the truest form of love.

This is another quote that Meeka and Moros would have loved . . . The quote is dear to my heart.

Nothing worth doing is completed in our lifetime; therefore, we are saved by hope. Nothing true or beautiful or good makes complete sense in any immediate context of history; therefore, we are saved by faith. Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone. Therefore, we are saved by love. No virtuous act is quite a virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as from our own; therefore, we are saved by the final form of love which is forgiveness.

Reinhold Niebuhr:

Chapter 1

MOROS

-Moros-

It was late summer when Meeka and I arrived in Athens where we had found a small house with a garden. The garden was breath takingly beautiful with it had three statues of three different gods. The first statue was the Goddess of Love also known as Venus, or Aphrodite to some. She held a harp in one hand and wore a long flowing robe carved out of white marble. The next statue was the God of War but you may know him as Mars or even Ares. This statue of a powerful man held a spear as if he was in the midst of battle. The last statue was the largest, and was carved in great detail. This was the king of the gods. He was known as Jupiter or Zeus and he held a mighty thunder bolt. A white marble sundial was the center of this garden and was surrounded by flowers which bloomed in many radiant colors.

The house was a smaller in design; it held two large carved pillars, which rose to the top of the roof that melted into carvings of flowers made out of white marble. We bought the house from a merchant who lived in Rome. It had been his summer home. He sold it to me because he no longer had a need for it.

I was looking out the window when Meeka moved slightly in my lap; she was having bad dreams again. She was curled in my lap as if we were one entity; a part of her long black hair fell in front of her face when she moved slightly.

I slowly moved the lock of hair around her ear. I tilted my head and placed my face on her head. I closed me eyes and I let the darkness role over me as I thought back to my youth. Vampire’s minds re-capable of holding a vast amount of memories. My recollections as a human are faint and hazy. As a vampire, you can even remember the moment you were turned. I do, however, have strong memories of this point intime . . . 10,000 BC. I was living in Eynan, Ain Mallaha, situated between the hills of Galilee and Lake Hula in the Levant. On this one particularly warm and beautiful day the sun did shine brightly and I recall the touch of a gentle breeze. My father and his friend, Loran were hunting in the woodlands as they often did.

They were close in a way that I would not understand until I grew older. Loran, like my father, had been orphaned as a child and were also the same age. They were friends ever since my father saved Loran’s life once while hunting a bear. Loran was traveling to the village looking for work when he fell down a rocky path in the woods east of our village. He came crashing down in front of a mother bear with her cubs. He would have been killed if my father had not been hunting nearby and heard his scream. He shot two arrows and both hit a tree near the bears. The distraction enabled Loran to run free. I always wished that I had a friend who was as close to me as Loran was to my father, but I had grown up in a small village with few children my own age.

I was stuck home with my sister that day. I could not go on any hunting trips until I became sixteen years of age. My father insisted that was the age; I would be considered a man. I was only ten years of age and it seemed that it would take forever to reach sixteen. My sister Marina she was eighteen and soon to be married. I was the youngest child and in the eyes of some-the spoiled one. I loved my sister in my own way.

I didn’t think she was bad person, but she screamed a lot at everyone. My mother was called Dina. She was very short even for a girl of our village. She had light brown eyes and long light blond hair. She loved to wear dresses that she created herself. She knows how to sew, cook and she did this very well. That helps when your father is hunting a lot with and me running around ripping my cloths all the time. She was very simple and she loved everyone and followed the village creed very well. The greed states that you must never leave your husband and keep the well being of the village in your heart. It is a silly creed but it seems to work well for us.

My father was name Larn he was orphan for ten years of his life until he passed by a village and a master hunters took notice of him. He showed him his master art of hunting until he grew up and married my mother. He moved to this village in tow with us three and created a life that he loved so much. My father was a hard man. He was very stern with us and he always hoped I would grow up and take his place as the best village hunter. My father looked like a hunter. He wore the pelts of animals he killed and carried a bow that he even built himself. My name is Moros and I loved my family. My mother wanted Marina to take me down to the lake for my bath. Nothing bothered me more than bath time.

Why do I need to go take a bath? I sighed at her.

I took one two days ago?

Well, if you didn’t play in that field full of mud. She said with a raised voice.

She pointed in the direction of the field.

You would not have been that dirty. She snapped back.

I just grumbled to myself and my sister was laughing. I walked past her giving her a scowl. I hated being told what to do.

I kicked a rock once I was out the door. My sister was behind me, I could hear her foots steps breaking branches along the way of the path. I shook my head; she would not make a good hunter at all. She makes too much noise. I was still mad and still grumbling to myself once I reached the edge of the water. Looking down I could see my reflection. I was not ugly not even for being ten years of age. I had dark hair and blue eyes. I was wearing a red tunic that my father created for me. My sister reflection was behind me she had dark long hair and light green eyes and was wearing silk tunic and leather pants. My father traded a bunch of bears hides for her tunic it was very rare for this area.

My sister looked like my father she had his eyes and ears and I took my looks from my mother. My sister started to laugh really loud that it made me jump. She broke the peaceful silence that I had been using to brew over my dilemma; whether I should just jump into the cold water or not.

She said, Jump; why don’t you or I will push you in.

I just looked at her and said, Fine!

I ran back and jumped into the cold-water clothes and all. With a huge splash and a roll of the water, she was covered head to toe. I just sat under water for a short time finding my way to the bottom. I was just sitting doing nothing. I could hear my sister yelling at me, but it was muffled. I thought I heard her say I hope you die, but I could have just heard that over the waves of water. I popped my head up out of the water and looked around. She was no longer there. Good I thought to myself. I just wanted to be left alone. I floated around for a bit and splashed until I glimpsed something shinny reflected from the other shore. It moved very fast and it turned to a blur to me; I just shook my head and turned back to the shore and I noticed a large grey cat at the shore watching me. I froze . . . I didn’t know what to do.

I moved to the right and noticed the large gray cat doing the same. He was stalking me for the kill. My father told me how large cats hunt and how to hunt them without being the target. I then noticed where I had walked from the path earlier. I remembered now that he had told us not to use that path that some large cats are using it. Then I thought of it; my sister’s voice rang in my ear I hope you die! That’s what my sister said I did hear it correctly. I was going to die; I started to panic! I swam as fast I could to the farthest part of the shore, but the large cat was faster. He was already running around the whole length of the river.

I was so tired it didn’t matter I could not fight. The cat bared his teeth and growled it seemed to shake the water around me. I looked into the cats eyes to only see my own death. I felt strange and confused for a moment the world fell or it looked as it fell into a shadow. The cat then jumped and all I saw was water, claws, and teeth. Then blackness fell and the noise of the cat and the wind was silenced. Was I dreaming? This was no dream it was dark, silent and peaceful. I felt warmness near where my hands should be. Then I felt a slight squeeze then it was gone.

I scream, I’m in here, but that didn’t do anything.

I forced my eyes to open, but they didn’t follow my commands. After what felt like hours, I could suddenly feel myself come back.

I felt the room around me and a breeze that people’s feet made from walking by me. I finally opened my eyes and saw my mother holding my hand her eyes where also full of tears. She touched my head with her hand very softly.

She whispered to me, My baby.

I jumped up and looked at myself. My clothing was torn, but I didn’t have a scratch on me? My mother then pushed me down.

Don’t move She insisted.

I was too tired to argue and I closed my eyes.

I heard my mother’s slight whisper, Sleep my darling.

The following day came fast and the morning was bright, as a beam of light shot through the crack in the window and was placed perfectly in my face. My eyes fluttered as they opened to the bright light.

It took me a minute to find myself, and to realize I was in my parent’s room. We didn’t have that many rooms in this small house. My parent’s room was even larger than our room we had to share ours. Our room was simple as it held two small beds. I had one single trunk at the foot of my bed. I was also changed from my ripped up clothes to new clothes. As I looked up, I noticed my sister was in the doorway.

She smiled and said, I see you’re still alive.

She turned and walked away and she was gone. I stood there in shock as all the memories of the past few days flooded my mind. I stood up and almost fell over. I was so sore, tired, and very hungry. It then struck me I should be dead that large cat should have killed me. I looked at my arms then I felt my neck and then I lifted my shirt, but nothing, not even a scratch. I was very puzzled that I actually survived. I shrugged it off when my stomach lurched and I was suddenly reminded of my hunger. I moved to the kitchen where my mother was making me a plate of food.

She looked up and before I could move, she already had me in her arms holding me, saying, My baby is alive.

I looked at her as she nearly squeezed the life out of me. She suddenly dropped me and gasped, and then she backed up as if I had bit her.

Your eyes, she said with a shocked expression.

I didn’t understand what she was saying. I walked over to a bowl full of water and gazed at my own reflection. My eyes were bright blue with an unusual glow. I blinked a few times and they returned to their normal shade of blue.

I turned and looked at her and said, See my eyes are fine.

After that moment, my mother never hugged me again. She must have thought she lost her son that very day when the cat attacked him. At least that was I thought.

I was the one that jerked awake now; I moved my hands over Meeka’s waist, held her very tightly, and closed me eyes, reflecting back to that moment with my mother. She stirs a moment and then looked up at me. Her face, her eyes; if I had a breath in me I would just have lost it. Her emerald eyes stared at me as she read my face.

Smiling at me she reached up, placed a hand on my face.

My love, she whispered to me.

I smiled back at her. As if I really could fool her into thinking, I was happy.

What is wrong? She asked.

She knows me all too well. She had a gift of an unusual nature. We all have gifts. Though I’ve never ran into another vampire in all this time to confirm my theory. I do know in theory that they are out there. I could smell them sometimes when we travel around. Meeka’s gift was feeling everything that I did. I could not escape it.

Mother, I whispered to her.

She then nodded, lifted herself and kissed me. She curled back up in my lap, as a sleeping cat would do, and fell back to sleep.

I held her tightly; as my arms moved around her, making sure she could not escape, as I often do with my prey. I then stared at the fireplace as the flames danced and twirled around a piece of wood. I hurled back into a dreamless sleep. The next few weeks the entire village was in a buzz about my little run in with the cat. I was near the center of our village where it had been setup for traders and merchants to sell their goods to outsiders who might often pass through. I stayed at our little stand where we sold fresh meat. My father was the best hunters in the village I had been told. There was nothing he couldn’t kill. I could hear two villagers talking in the distance. The voices sound familiar but muffled, I looked around to find them, but it was not difficult since the village was not that large. There were two men standing near a pit of coals; I knew at once it was Loran and Treen.

Loran pointed at the river. He was found about half a mile over there.

Treen looked down on the ground because he could not face the other man.

Yes I heard that his father found him about three hours after. Treen said.

Loran looked around as if he was checking to see if anyone was listening and took a step closer.

The large cat was all torn up! Loran said.

Loran looked around again. I had to duck once again.

Not a scratch on the boy. Loran said.

Treen then boomed out a roar of laughter that echoed through the trees.

You’re telling me that ten year old boy ripped apart a large cat with what . . . his bare hands! Treen said in a chuckle.

Keep it down! Loran said in a mad voice

Both men then looked around to see if anyone was watching. I was hidden behind a barrel and neither of them could see me. I only heard a few more words spoken; words like evil, demon and he is one of darkness. I know they were talking about me. I relived each moment, thinking back to the cat attacking me. Why did I live and the cat die? How could it have been killed and ripped apart by me? I suddenly jumped when my sister called my name.

Moros; mother is looking for you! She said in a commanding voice.

I slowly backed away from the barrel and moved closer to our meat stand. As I walked around the corner of huts, my sister gave me a look. I ignored her and walked past as if she were not standing there. My mother was not happy I left our meat selling stand. A beautiful blond women appeared out of nowhere. She smiled at me I looked around to see if she was looking at someone behind me.

May I help you? My sister said to her.

I was busy helping another villager out when I was trying to listen in.

Here is your meat, I said to the villager.

I then handed the him a few slices of deer meat wrapped in giant leaves. I almost dropped the meat when I overheard the women’s answer to my sister.

No; but he can help me, she pointed at me.

I thought to myself; me why does she want me when my sister is standing right there. I frowned a bit until the beautifull woman walked up to me.

Don’t look so sad. She said in a cheerful voice.

I’m not sad, I said in a horsed voice caught off guard.

She frowned at me, and then a huge bright smile danced across her face. My sister stepped in front of me.

Well can we get you something? My sister snapped out.

Well I want him to help me if you don’t mind! The women said.

She didn’t look at my sister only at me when she said that. My sister huffed and stomped away screaming and throwing her arms up in the air. The golden haired woman watched me carefully. She never took her eyes off me as if I were her prey. I had a flash back to the large cat and I shook.

I will take this. She said to me.

She pointed to two large pieces of meat and she dropped a small gold necklace on the table. I looked at it and it seemed like a fair trade so I wrapped her meat and handed it to her. She smiled at me as she took the bundle. Her fangs showed brightly in the sun light. I then took two steps back and a shadow fell on the world. She was now even more beautiful with a giant flame that seemed to dance inside of her. Suddenly the world went dark and I only heard two words.

"Very interesting"

My family didn’t think twice when they heard I had lost consciousness at the stand. They attributed the cause to a lack of drinking water on a hot day and the stress of my latest cat attach. The golden haired beauty was gone and my sister had the necklace around her neck. I didn’t think about those day anymore and it seems time had moved forward and suddenly I was Sixteen. Over the years, the village spread rumors of me being a demon. My mother stopped talking to me as if I did not exist and my father was never around. He was always hunting with Loran I know he stayed away so he didn’t have to hear all the rumors.

The village was booming with people moving around the huts and some of the animals we tended to during the winter months. The temperature outside had changed. During fall, the wind was colder and the leaves were turning bright colors. I was taken out on my first hunting trip three days ago. I created a bow with my father one week before we had this trip planned. This time I spent with my father was the best I had ever spent with him. We picked a day that was warm, bright and cloudless. My father and his friend Loran headed up the path to scout out our animal to hunt for the day. We decided to hunt wild pigs. Since he didn’t want me to kill anything to big. As we came around an animal’s path that’s when I spotted my first kill. I held my bow and aimed to kill. I was not the best of shots, but I could still hit a moving target. My father stopped and held out his hand showing me what direction the pig was moving from.

Loran moved past me. Placing his hand on my shoulder as he walked past he watched me from behind. My father beckoned me forward. I moved slowly; a step then another. The pig jumped out. It was huge, much bigger than I thought they were. I pulled back the bow with speed, released it, and with a twang, the arrow flew forward. It stuck in a tree three inches above the pig. The pig in turn turned towards me and charged; it was fast really fast. I froze in fear; the pig cried out with a loud squeal and it fell in front of me. My father and Loran shot the pig two times before I even realized what had happened.

That was very close. My father nodded to Loran.

He looked at me with a strange face. I could tell what he was about to say to me.

It’s okay you did well but that was close; you should practice more, he said in a more stern voice.

I looked down at the pig wondering why I would want to kill it. The sad part of the hunting trip was that I missed on purpose. I chickened out at the end. I could not take another a life; I had already killed . . . the large cat.

I shook my head; remembering three days prior to the hunting trip. I declared that I would not dwell on something I couldn’t take back. I shuffled back to our hut with a slow step. The wind suddenly blew past my cheek and it burned. I held my cheek with my hand; it was very cold. I then looked straight up and saw the clouds rolling in.

I sighed and said to myself, "Rain."

I kicked a rock on the road and it flew into a tree near by and almost hit the golden hair girl. I froze as she held me with a smile. Her fangs glisten with drops of red blood. I knew that immediately she was a vampire. I had only heard about vampires in the bedtime stories my father had told us. I turned my head at the sound of laughter. It was not smart to turn my back to a vampire. My attention was occupied by two small children and a mother who were walking up the road past me but in the instant, that I looked away, the vampire had vanished. I started to walk quickly and I only stopped near the village square in the direction of our home.

I looked over at some of the younger children playing a game using some sticks to knock a ball around. I noticed a small girl trip and land hard. She looked around and started to cry. I ran over to her and picked her up, and brushed the grass from her dress. The little girl grabbed my hand and tugged. She was pointing at something. My eyes shifted direction and I froze. I stood up and threw myself in front of the little girl to protect her. In the middle of the town square only five feet away was a large bear. I had never seen one at this close distance and inside the village. It was an enormous huge and brown with large claws.

It smiled . . . at least that’s what it looked like to me. The bear opened its mouth and white foam spewed out. It made a deep noise and lifted up on its hind legs. It stood eight feet from head to clawed feet. The grizzly bear cried out with a roar that shook the ground. I didn’t freeze this time. I felt it as I did before. I could now see it better. The world disappeared as if it was nothing but a shadow. I looked up to see if there was a cloud. I was standing inside of the shadow, and there was nothing to be found. The bear jumped forward and hit me in the chest. I flew back pushing the little girl out of the way. The little girl fell hard on the ground. She did not move or even cry. I jumped back up not thinking but reacting instead to a force building inside of me.

I looked at this bear. That I had not seen before. It was the flame; a wild burning flame inside a shell of what appeared to be the shape of a bear. It was beautiful and breathe taken. I looked over at the young girl and she was also a flame inside a frame of a little girl. She no longer looked at the bear. She focused her gaze on me. I heard her screams before I could react; the bear was on me once again. I reached up to hold back the bear, but bright flames swirled around my hands as they were inside of the bear. I shut the flame off like it was a candle. The bear roared out its last breath and fell on me. I tried everything but I could not remove the bear’s weight.

After a minute, some of the village came to help pull the bear off me. The men of the village were off hunting, so there were not that many of them around to see this attack. After everyone pulled the bear off and took notice of me. Most of them jerked back and ran a few feet away. I was thinking, "That is rude, why is everyone doing that?" I was very tired all of a sudden, and the walls of darkness again wanted me. I didn’t give in this time.

I ran as fast I could to the stream not that far away from the village center. I stopped at the streams edge and looked at my own reflection.

Meeka’s hand slid across my cheek and down my chin . . . she held it there.

Moros, she whispered into my ear.

I was awake and listening to her sweet intoxicating voice. I opened my eyes.

I was thinking back to when I was sixteen and was attacked by a bear. I said.

She lifted her gaze upwards as if she too were trying to remember those moments.

I don’t remember this story. I don’t think you ever told me! She said with an inquisitive tone.

I looked at her shocked and thought back; it was not easy to remember if I had ever told her the whole story, but apparently, I did not.

Before you woke me from my dream, I was just killing the bear that attacked the village and the little girl, I said.

I remember that part, she whispered.

After I reached the river edge I fell to my knees and looked at my reflection. My eyes were a fire like blue and without depth. My hands and body had an unusual reddish glow. I ran into the water to wash the blood and death off me. I went back to the village square to see what had come of the little girl. One of villagers held the little girl. All I can see was a bloody arm, limp and lifeless. I covered my mouth, and before I knew it I heard a crunch noise, and everything went black. I said.

Meeka was listening very intently to my words as if they were my last. She was playing with my hands tracing lines in my palms.

I looked at her when I paused. I lifted her face placed my fingers on her mouth and followed her lips. She suddenly moved on me knocking both of us over. I let out a roaring laugh as we both toppled onto the floor. She still held our kiss even with us falling. I moved my hand slowly down her back. She held my other hand and moved it across to reach her dress tie. She smiled as she pulled it off. We both forget about the story for a moment. Her very soft and warm skin was asking to be touched. I picked her up. Her dress fell to the floor. She held my face and I moved her to our bed.

Vampires move in speeds that humans could not see. To our own kind, we move slowly. I placed her carefully on the bed as if she was a delicate flower, I undressed as fast as a vampire can, but that didn’t seem fast enough for Meeka. She pulled me on top of her placing her arms and legs around me. As we kissed, she held me as if I was her prey and could not escape. I ran my hands down the curve of her back as she thrusted forward and moaned. She lifted and pushed back while grabbing my hands and then placing them on her chest and we gave into our temptations. The next morning broke with a beam of light shining through the side of the window. Meeka’s mother’s necklace caught the light with colors dancing on the wall. It was hard to sleep.

I stared at the wooden beam above that seemed to be holding up the thrashed roof. I noticed a small fly circled around the room. I reached out with my ability. I let the shadow of the world fall and killed the fly. The tinny fly flew only a few inches before falling to its death. Meeka held me as she played with my hair. She grabbed my hands moving them through her own figures.

That was not nice. What did that fly do to you? She said.

I moved my hands down her side and pressed her closer.

Nothing, but I wanted to hear you and not a fly buzzing around the room, I said.

She pressed her lips to mine. We continued kissing, holding, and cuddling. I watched the dance of colors on the wall.

See the splash of colors they are very beautiful I whispered.

Meeka moved up and bent over to have a better view. The rainbow effect of the light held her gaze. She placed my hand to her face.

It is beautiful but not as beautiful as you are. She whispered. She reached up and kissed me hard.

We have been kissing a lot lately. I said. Meeka just looked at me as if I just killed her mood.

I don’t mean I don’t like it; matter of fact I love it. I said.

She pressed her hand on my face. I know you do and we have been getting close to each other the past few centuries. She said with a laugh.

I looked at her and pulled out a ring that I created for her to wear. It was a hundred years in the making. The ring had twisted bronze that held a sparkling fire red gem with two small diamonds. I had learned how to make this ring by a master black smith in China. Meeka held her mouth and I grabbed her hand and slipped on her finger.

Will you marry me? I asked in a soft voice.

She nodded her head and started to cry. She placed her arms around me.

Yes; yes and yes . . . she said with elation.

She then kissed me. I pulled her hair back and kissed her neck softly. I pretended that I was going to bite her neck. She giggled at me for playing around.

I love you more than anyone will in all your life. I said.

Chapter 2

Reborn and Invitations

A noise disturbed our peaceful bliss . . . a thud, thud and thud again. Meeka was off of me, dressed, and through the door before I could even moved. I stood up, changed, and was holding her from behind when she opened the front door. I man stood there dressed as roman commoner someone we did not know. He looked at Meeka and was stunned by her beauty; he could barely speak.

Mmmm mm eeka He stuttered out some words.

Meeka smile and replied with her intoxicating voice.

Yes; I am Meeka. She said.

He placed a package into her hands, bowed, and then turned to walk away. She looked at me as if I was going to give her permission. I looked out and around before stepping back in and shutting the door. She looked at me like she thought I had slapped her in the face.

I’m hungry, she said in a hiss.

I slipped to her side, held her face, pushed my hair to one side and bent my neck over. She giggled and tossed the package to the floor and proceeded to pounce on me. I was a mouse and she was the cat. She kissed my neck and a small amount of blood poured down. She grasped my shoulder as if I bit her myself. After a few minutes, she pulled away leaving two petite bite marks . . . the indentation of small fangs. A moment later, the marks disappeared. She was shaking and still holding me tightly.

My blood was very powerful and Meeka wanted it badly. She could not resist it. I stood up and carried Meeka, placing her in the bed. She didn’t let go. I had to pull her off me. She was curled up and was still shaking. She was having withdrawals and I needed to stay away for the moment. I moved back through the doorway and grabbed the package off of the ground and returned to sit in my large seat. I looked at the nicely wrapped box and smelled it.

It had no scent that I could detect. I took off the wrapping. The box had detailed carvings that depicted a roman battle. The top of the box had two men in armor fighting with cross swords in silver. This time I could smell the odor coming from the box. "Vampire" . . . I had known the smell of Meeka and of my creator.

Meeka was not present on this day, which I remember.

I stood in front of the village that day when the little girl had either been attacked by me or the bear. The grizzly bear’s chest was torn with my hands. I could not move my arms or legs. I looked down to see that both my arms legs, had been bound by the villagers. They had tied me to a large tree. My eyes hurt as I tried to focus them on my captors.

I could hear the villagers scream, This evil demon must be burned! echoed through the trees.

I tried to plead with my captors. My eyes searched around looking for someone I knew. To my dismay, I saw the faces of my mother and sister. My sister Marina was older now she was twenty three. She held a torch in her hand and was waving it.

She moved closer and said in a flat voice, I told you, you’re going to die!

I screamed, No.

She tossed the torch into the surrounding branches and it landed near my legs. I would have screamed in pain as the fire exploded all around me, but I couldn’t speak. The world fell into shadow, but it was a dark flame I had seen before. I followed it as best I could but it was too fast at times. The flames danced around gracefully with its beautiful gold trim and a dark purple center. Time passed as I watched the flame, and I began to feel tired. I was being consumed by the darkness into a void. I watched as the flame hit me once, then twice. I felt pain in my arm, and then the pain moved to my neck.

A voice of a girl said, Drink if you want to live I was tired and in pain.

I reached out not seeing anything but a blinding light and grabbed her arm. Warm dripping liquid fell on my mouth, rolled over my lips and then down to my tongue. It tasted good . . . intoxicating as the liquid poured down my throat. I grasped whatever was in front of me begging for more of this intoxicating liquid. I gasped for air, and the pain rushed through me as if a tree had landed on me. I grabbed at the flame; out of fear of losing that liquid, and ripped the flame out before I knew what happened. A scream like nothing I had ever heard before pierced my ears and there was silence.

The pain hit me again right through my chest. I gasped for air and my lungs collapsed in pain. I could not move, but I can hear my heart beat for a moment; Thud . . . thud then nothing. I felt myself drift from my old body into a new body. My eyes opened. Everything was sharper, clearer and perceived with so much more detail than my human eyes had allowed. My hearing was also enhanced. I could hear a small stream faraway and a deer stepping close to it for a drink.

My thirst was overwhelming. Instinctively, I grabbed the first body I could find, bit down, and drank. I pushed the body off me then I stood up after my fill of the blood and my thirst dissipated. I looked around and noticed the bodies of the villagers who had tried to burn me. My hands shook as I gazed upon the body of the vampire. She had long blond hair, brown eyes, and was thin. She had a look of horror on her face . . . but I could not look away from her. She was the same beautiful vampire that seemed to visit me so often. I rolled her body toward the flames. I stopped half way and left it there. Because she had saved me, so I could not burn her. I covered my mouth in shock when I came upon the bodies of my sister and mother.

I dropped to my knees as if someone cracked a tree branch across them. I held my mother’s face gently while placing her as close to my lap as I could and embraced her. I stayed like that for along time. It could have been days I didn’t notice until my thirst came back. I dug a grave near my sister’s and carefully buried them. I took the necklace from my sister’s neck and placed it on the vampire. Legend tells us that when the sun rises, a vampire will burst into flames. This would be her proper end. A thought suddenly crossed my mind.

"Father"

I had forgotten about him and the men of the village who were hunting. They will soon be back, and I knew that I had to leave quickly.

I moved swiftly. One minute I was there, and the next second I was gone. I came upon my doorway and I slipped in; I went over to my mother’s belongings, and took a necklace. I took a few memorable belongings and was out the door before a minute went by. I stopped a few feet from my house, turned and looked at it. I spun around and ran through the woods.

I remember the next few days I thought about what happened. I was different now stronger, faster, and I knew that I was a vampire. I heard the stories that my father told us when I was small to scare us from entering the woods alone at night. I felt guilty that I killed the vampire who saved me from being burned alive but there was nothing I could do for her now. I had so many questions and too few answers. The vampire who made me was gone as were the answer to my questions.

A warm pair of hands moved across my face.

Moros A sweet voice said.

I felt her lips touch mine. I opened my eyes to see her smile dance across her face. I looked down and I was still holding the box. Meeka looked at the box and traced her fingers around the silver fighter on the top. I moved the box to see if it was locked. There was a small latch hooked on a ring. I flipped the box open and both Meeka and I looked in. There in the box was a rolled up parchment and a ring. Meeka picked up the ring placed it in the palm of her hand. She was amazed on how it sparkled. There were no gems. It was also flat and grooved. I plucked the parchment out and unrolled it. The script was very old but nothing I could not read.

The letter stated:

"Princess Meeka Chan and Moros