Vampire Novel of the Weak: Vampire Saga of the Ace, #2

By VuVu Publications

This book is a sequel and 2nd Vampiric book from VuVu Publications. This is a follow-up story from Vampire Poetry of the Capture and will see the consequences of the Friday night strike back. The game of the soul will always affect the mind. This story is a part of a larger book series being produced by VuVu Publications, called the Vampire Saga of the Ace.

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Chapter 1: Doubt

'I see the moon shining in the sky, the trees rustling behind me as, I walk towards my house. The door is already open. The door has become twisted and broken off its hinges. There is no light inside as I peer around the door, I can't seem to find any of my candles or electric lamps.

The furniture has moved, I can barely see but, I know that the house has changed, but how and why. I suddenly hear a bang of a door upstairs. Somebody is inside my house, stalking the rooms above.'

• Language: English
• Publisher: VuVu Publications
• Release date: Jun 13, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393247296

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Chapter 1: Doubt

AS THE SUN SETS BEYOND the land once again, the darkness begins to awaken.

Nobody looks on a situation in the third person. Very rarely do we look through the eyes of another and see what they need or want. To step into their shoes, look through their eyes but, it is even rarer that they are correct.

So, imagine making a decision that will change somebody forever, how do you know if you are making the right decision for them? If they agree?

Laying together, the new Queen and her latest victim slept in awkward elegance. The Queen holding the lifeless body close to her, hands locking him in place, with her legs wrapping around his own. Trapped next to beauty with the beast lurking inside, he was completely oblivious to his new reality.

Lust being thought of as love is the reality for many. It is just the mistake had a much bigger consequence for him, than most mortals that have lived.

I see the moon shining in the sky, the trees rustling behind me as, I walk towards my current house, under a clear night’s sky. The door to house is already open. It has become twisted and broken off its hinges. There is no light inside as I peer around the door. I can’t seem to find any of my candles or electric lamps, to shine any light, beyond the moon outside.

The furniture has moved, I can barely see but, I know that the house has changed, but how and why. I suddenly hear a loud bang of a door upstairs. Somebody is inside my house, stalking the rooms above.

As I get to the stairs, and begin to climb, I realise that this staircase is much longer than I expected. They seem to go on forever as, I get to the top of the staircase and I see the light of the moon, shine from the slowly opening door, to my room.

As I walk to the room, the house begins to get hotter, I begin to feel an intense heat. As soon as I enter the room the insufferable heat disappears, and now there is a chill in the air. The room is exactly the same as I left it before.

Then I feel a pair of eyes staring at me from behind.

What are you doing inside my house? I try to question whatever is behind me but, there is just a deep and profound laugh. I don’t want to turn around, just in case I don’t like what I see.

This is your murder den, I am just the latest meal for you, Vampire. You tried to make me like you, but why would I want to be an evil, lonely monster?

I quickly realise by the voice and words who it is, but out of guilt, I just can’t face him. A hand is placed on my shoulder and he turns me to look at him. His face is glitching like a computer error. When I can see his fading face, it has become severely pale, a loss of weight overall as, he wears a black-tie suit beneath it. He looks like a posh, emo businessman.

Don’t you want to see me? You wanted me to be like you. Now I am a monster just like you.

No, I wanted you to make me a better being, I didn’t want to be alone anymore. Please forgive me, please? I try to plead with him, not to blame me.

Don’t worry, I don’t blame you, I want to thank you. You have made me the evilest being to ever exist, the devil is my new best friend. Especially after what I did tonight.

What did you do tonight?

Well, my love, I wanted to make you proud so, look at what I have got for you tonight...

He turns me around to look back into the corridor of the house, and I suddenly see some of my old victims, bound and gagged, strapped to the floor.

Since you enjoyed this delicious blood before, I thought I would have a taste, before offering you a final taste of these worthless souls.

What makes you think these people were worthless. I can’t help but, feel conflicted by wanting their blood again and the pure evil sense of this event.

Did you try to help them? Or did you just take their lives?

He then starts kissing my neck, His arms wrapping around me, holding me close to him. I can’t help but, just stand there, unable to look at him again, and trying not to look at my fallen conquests.

He then lifts his head and whispers in my ear, I am at your command, my Queen.

I suddenly open my eyes, and I realise it was just a nightmare, or a dream. I then realise that the glitchy monster, is beside me, in a deathly quiet sleep. Wrapped within my arms, although he is now holding the top of my hand. I didn’t expect to awaken, to see that he was still conscious enough, to do this, and want to. Remembering last fills me with guilt, but less than on most Friday nights.

I open my coffin and realise, that the sun is just setting over the horizon. I am left bewildered and befuddled. I don’t know what to do, for myself, and for him. I slowly move him and rise from within my coffin. I start to relight the candles and electric lanterns, to offer some light before the darkness of the night envelops this room.

I look upon him, to see him deathly still, hardly breathing, the colour has drained from his skin, and the scar of my fangs is still very present on his neck.

I worry that he is actually dying and not changing as I did. He seems to be getting paler and more like a soulless corpse, like my normal victims. Maybe he needs more blood of mine. A small cut should give him a little boost and maybe satisfy his new found thirst.

Feeding him a little more, reminds me I have still got a deep thirst for more blood. It seems the blood from him did not satisfy me enough last night. I need more. I think about where I am going to feed, and I decide that a second date night tonight will suffice and might be the distraction I need.

Then again, he is conveniently right in front of me, he still has some more blood that could suffice my own thirst. But, no, he needs to get stronger if he is to survive. I didn’t sacrifice my Friday night, to end him on the Saturday evening. I couldn’t kill him last night and at least I know that I feel the same way now.

No regrets. Although, he is beginning to awake from his slumber. His hands are fidgeting, his body is starting to reenergise. All I can do now, is wait.

Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours. He seems to be getting stronger by the minute, but he is still stirring, and I am starting to get very bored at the worst TV show ever. Patiently waiting, and I will wait, no matter how long this takes.

Chapter 2: Emergence

ALL I SEE IS THE DARKNESS, a pitch-black void, voices calling out to me. My mum, my dad, my brother, my mates. But the loudest voice is coming from that girl, I met last night. Her voice is getting louder and louder, almost pulling me deeper into the void. Like I am falling sideways, being pulled in, chest first.

I feel so weak, fatigued to the point that I can’t find the exit to this hell. Then I start to remember, the moment that she used me. Is this me heading to hell? Am I dead? The afterlife is real?

Then I start to taste something, a familiar taste but, the darkness is starting to turn purple and then a deep red. I am starting to remember more and more. I shut my eyes to the void.

As I open my eyes, I realise that I don’t seem to be dreaming anymore, and now I am somewhere, which looks like the real world. The room is dark with shadows sprawling across the ceiling.

The floor I am laid upon has got some sort of fabric sheets placed on it. It is soft in my hand, but I seem to be in some sort of large wooden box. Although I can feel and see, I still feel weak, my insides are churning, like my organs are vibrating like smartphones, inside of me. I am so tired, I can barely move, and the only noise, appears to be me, scraping with my hands. I can smell, her, but yet...

So, you are awake?

I hear that familiar voice but, no matter how hard I look, I can’t see her, whilst I am still laying down.

How do you feel. She seems to be haunting me.

There is a pause, as I just don’t know what to say. I have a million words in my head but, I just don’t think any of them are right. I don’t even know what is happening right now. Am I still dreaming?

Have you lost your voice. Or are you being ignorant.

No, I, I, just feel so weak. I am struggling to proclaim, any and every word but, I can’t stay quiet forever.

Where are you, I can’t see you. You seem to be haunting me.

You should look a little harder. You will realise that I am not a ghost and that I am real. Do you believe me?

Once again, her soft voice leaves me speechless, how do I respond to that question, when I really don’t know what to think, I don’t know. I don’t feel right.

Don’t worry, I will make sure you are alright, for now.

Her voice seems so sincere but, has that little undertone of threat within her voice. I feel dizzy, like the room is slowly spinning around me whilst I try to sit-up in this box.

Do you enjoy my coffin?

I suddenly realise that I am in danger and I try to get out of the box. By the time I am sat up, I realise that this box is indeed a coffin. It’s quite deep and is raised a couple of feet off the floor. I look around the room but, I still can’t see her.

Where are you? What do you want from me? Why are you doing this? There is no response. I keep trying to get out of the coffin but, my legs feel so heavy, I can’t seem to get out. As I struggle, I look back to where my head was laying and there, I see her.

Barely visible in the darkness, sat just beyond the coffin, her back against the wall, with her legs crossed on what seems to be pillows and cushions. Her eyes staring at me, not an expression on her face. She is wearing a different dress and has her black and long hair in a different style than the night before. I am once again, speechless. For a few seconds, we are just looking at each other, no words are expressed, and no emotion is visible, across her entire body. The silence is deafening. I just need to end the silence.

So, there you are.

There, I am.

I don’t know what to say. Why am I here?

Don’t worry about that. You are obviously in a lot of pain.

It isn’t really pain, I just ache everywhere, and I feel drained, sore I suppose. She takes a moment to answer, her head turning to look around the room, around me.

Do you remember what happened last night?

No, what happened last night. Once again, she takes a moment to answer. An expression of guilt seems to cover over her face.

Why do you think, I have a coffin?

I definitely didn’t expect another question. I look at her again and she has moved from sitting down, crossed legs, to becoming knelt down, leaning towards me, leaning over the top of the coffin.

I don’t know, I don’t remember a coffin. Are you an Undertaker or maybe, you are really weird?

I am definitely weird but, no I am not what you would call an Undertaker. Although, I suppose I have put many men to rest.

A sly smile and I feel anxious again, like I am under threat, fighting for my life, What do you mean, are you going to kill me?

Her silence worries me greatly, as she slowly responds Technically, I ended your life last night.

I look at her and her face once again has zero emotion, her eyes are constantly looking me up and down. Judging me where I sit, and I don’t know what to say.

Is this all a dream and I am about to wake up, back in my bed.

I hope not, I want to have actually existed. Then again, maybe it would be better, if I didn’t exist.

What is going on, how can I be dead, I am talking to you? And why did you kill me?

I begin to raise my voice in frustration, I seem to have been having this conversation for ages but, I am no closer to knowing anything, apart from what I can see with my own eyes.

I needed you because, I am a monster, but I didn’t want you to just die. I liked your company, and I thought you were, different. So, I decided to save you the only way I knew how to.

As she says that, the memory of the throne downstairs reappears, I remember. You told me that you were, a, a vampire. Then you bit my... I put my hand on my neck and I feel the marks. Two deep crevasses and there are bumps and dents from her other teeth surrounding that area of my neck."

Try not to touch it. It will hurt and you may cause yourself harm. She speaks in such hush tones now. Not the authoritarian that was asking me questions, moments ago.

I move my hand away and see the blood across my fingers, the wound is still open. However, looking at my hand again, I see that my hand seems to be, different, than before.

What did you do to me?

I have given you a second life. Now you are like me.

Before I have a chance to reply, about my confusion of what she is saying, she stands on what appears to be the bed frame, which is holding the coffin a couple of feet above the carpeted floor. She stands over me, and looks down upon me. I attempt to stand, using the frame of the coffin to push myself up.

I am so weak and pathetic. I am at her mercy, if she wanted to tear me to shreds, she could quite easily, yet I look back at her and she smiles at me. Not menacingly, nor with anger. Her sharp, fangs sitting on her bottom lip. I feel like I want to cry. I attempt to stand once again but, my legs feel like jelly. I push harder and the ever-present female vampire remains silent.

Then she offers me her hand. I am apprehensive but, I have no choice but to grab hold of it tight as she pulls me towards her. I try to stand but, she ends up, holding me up as, I fall into her. We have ended up in a standing hug, as I lean into her, unable to pull away.

She then squeezes me like it is a hug, It is alright, I have got you. You are going to be okay. She whispers into my right ear.

Her kind words, are a little surprising for a murderer. She then places me back on my knees, so that I am knelt in front of her, before kneeling down herself, still on the bedframe. Her face is inches away from my own, she is looking straight into my eyes. Her hands gliding across my face, causing me to have a sense of déjà vu from yesterday. Her hands, firm and yet, feel great upon my cheeks.

I have a question for you now and I mean every word I say. Will you become my precious knight of the night? To care for me, to protect me and to work with me and to keep me company. Will you be my knight?

I look at her and these words are almost funny but, her face is sincere. She is genuinely asking me this question and I am left feeling helpless.

I don’t know. I reply, and her face drops as I say this but, as I think about it more, I try to explain to her, I don’t know if I can be that man, I am just me.

Don’t you want to be my knight? You did say that you loved me, and I thought you would like to spend more time with me.

I did, do, but I am so confused, I don’t know what to believe, what is reality and what I have even become.

I can see that you are overwhelmed, she concedes, But as my knight, I will be your Queen and I can care for you and you can care for me. Please.

Her face, her voice, her words plead to me, and I am left with no choice, Ok, I will try and by your knight, my Queen.

I try to bow without collapsing into her and with a helpful hand on my shoulder, I bow to her, whilst still kneeling before she pushes me back up, and I get back to a more stable position, as she holds me in place.

Thank you, my Knight, she then kisses me on the cheek and gives me another hug.

However, this hug lasts for quite a while, as her cold skin lays upon mine, With every night that passes, you will get stronger. For now, rest my knight, let your Queen look after you. she whispers once more into my ear.

With that she helps me back to