The True Vampires:
In Diabolic and Merciless
'The True Vampires: Dans Les Mains')
Warning: as the
part 01 have warned, it will be the reader's risk to read
Gilberts have seen how vampires truly are; they weren't looking
beautiful and magnificent at all…vampires are very dire, and
dreadful for words…yet, Emma may still have not grasped the true
essence of vampires, and have just found this too late for her
looked at Emma's stares; his stares meant sure deal of death for
her as she kept on wriggling and trying to set herself free.
Despite Drigianne's explanation about vampires' real form, as
much as seeing them first-hand, Emma debated and argued how
vampires are the most magnificent, dazzling creatures on the face
of the earth, and how they sparkle in the sunlight.
"If I may
say, give it up, master. Emma and even Donna have the same and
exact statements." I told Drigianne, "They always believe
vampires are very glamorous and vogue."
small animals, big animals, humans; then the superior immortals
which are us vampires…that is the food chain here." Drigianne
shrugged as he pointed out the factual logic. "Humans say animals
don't know anything, we vampires say humans don't know anything
either. On more facts, we don't look handsome on humanistic
approach as we don't find humans appealing at all based on our
vampiric approach." Drigianne raised his head high in an
aristocratic manner, "Ira," he then looked at me, "I don't want
her blood, too. Kill her for me now, will you?" He asked in low
tone, his question is a query in which it doesn't accept a
will please you, master." I acknowledged. Drigianne sat in a
tripod wooden stool located on Emma's left side; he seated
quietly as he rested his back on the wall. He has this habit of
observing my actions whenever we dispose humans that vampires no
longer needed to taste. Sometimes, Drigianne does this for his
own entertainment but mostly, I'm doing all the cleaning and
getting rid of these humans by doing these acts. Simply it is
playing human lives trapped within these four corners of this
let the humans we caught go free after witnessing such livid
nightmares, as much to say, Emma is similar as a leftover food to
Frissenri, Drigianne doesn't want her either, so who else wants
of scenario happens every so often especially when Gabriel brings
back pregnant women or deflowered women per say since 1975, yet
we began serving vampires last 1884. Frissenri and Drigianne are
always picky and particular on the blood's taste, they say
tasting virgin's blood is like a feeling and a need of acquiring
diamonds and jewels, the taste elevates them as high and wanting
more, it's a taste nothing can compel, not even a hundred years
old wine; however, tasting pregnant women's blood is like tasting
wood, and deflowered women is like tasting grass. They also
confirmed the scent of a virgin's blood is very aromatic compared
to the other ones mentioned.
these events of disposing leftovers as we practiced this since
1884, Drigianne observes whenever he can because usually, he
hunts down other women and even children for the night,
terrorizing villages and small counties, even towns-yes,
Drigianne is that debonair and intrepid kind of a vampire.
he observes, he rarely speaks, and if he does, those are
corrections of what I was doing. Proportionally, I've become as
good on this task as he expected me to be. Thus, he just come as
a spectator during the acts cold as ice, his evident pupils from
his icy-blue iris looking intently, moving between me and the
victim, and sometimes, he would also move his head in slight
degrees during his keen observation.
Frequently, our eyes meet whenever he observes this, and it draws
me to what he is thinking of my actions, and of me. I did find
Drigianne an endearing and at the same time, a dreadful vampire
honestly, but I never expect anything from him nonetheless. After
all, he is a vampire…and vampires never feel any of the heartfelt
I was once
a human, I'm familiar with hearts and feelings, yet, I stood
frozen in time for 137 years, I cannot remember that certain
feeling of fervor as much as I used to. As I was named Ira, my
name meant as life principal, this is half-ironic, but half-true
as well…you may never appreciate life until you die.
I spoke to
Emma, "so Emma, why are you pregnant when you're still
from me…" Emma whimpered, "You people are just crazy, vampires
don't do this."
not people, my dearie," I corrected her as I reverted in an
instant the illusion of myself being an old lady, then appearing
back as what I truly am, I spoke gently near to her ears, "We are
beings different than your kind. And let me tell you, master
Drigianne is the true vampire." I stroke my right hand towards
Drigianne's direction, presenting him to Emma as an elegant
want to bear a child from a vampire?" Drigianne asked, yes, this
is one of his questions ever since 2008 when we witnessed girls
wanting vampires to be their mates. It's laughable, and
Emma shrieked with anticipation, beaming with smile.
Emma, can humans and dogs mate together and bear a newborn?"
Drigianne sneered with much sarcasm. Emma frowned in return, her
stupid look on her face says she doesn't understand what it
meant, as always no human have understood about that question.
It's a simple logic, but humans didn't even recognize that
factual common sense.
guess, if your child is a girl, you're going to name her,
Renesmee, right?" I asked quite confident in manner, changing the
topic as Drigianne signaled me to continue, "And if it's a boy,
Emma corrected. I just raised my brows; I do not see such
importance of the names anyway.
you know the protocol." I ordered. At once, Gabriel stripped Emma
of her clothes and leaving her nothing. He also made secure of
her locks and chains-both arms lock, and both feet locked. Then,
Gabriel pulled the chains on her ankles, spreading her legs open
and wide with her rectum almost dangling out of the table. Her
body is almost hanging by chains, yes.
You freak! I'm going to tell you to my mother!" Emma squeaked as
she struggled to let herself loose from the chains, it's a very
bleak and hopeless situation. The way I see her…
just an animal now.
right, I heard that for a lot of our victims." Gabriel sneered,
then stood at the far side of the cellar. He was also observing.
"You see, Emma, over the last 100 years we have, acquiring women
is a bit hard, sometimes I have to abduct them. Now, in your
generation, you're as easy to pull as we fool you by acting. We
only met for three days and you trusted me. And we never got
lost-I led you here."
jerk! I trusted you…because…" Emma whimpered.
what, of love?" Gabriel sardonically grinned, "Emma, there is no
love in that, and you've been pregnant by five months, huh?
What's his name, Rick?"
was an accident…"
"Accident?" I snickered, "No accident can match to this Emma, if
you don't want to be touched, you can't be touched…and I see as
Gabriel said, you used to love that man-
I didn't love him!" Emma interrupted during my words.
not a rape as that accident you're saying had a consent." I
continued, needless to hear her words since I don't care about
love him, I do not!" Emma insisted.
none of my concern, you love him or not, I don't care. However,
this fetus is constantly been nurtured by your body. But, I can't
let that live…"
you mean?!" Emma demanded with a harsh voice.
soon find out, I thought. Emma didn't see Frissenri hammering
Donna's abdomen, nor does she know Donna is pregnant. So I let
that question not to be answered, instead I asked, "Tell me,
Emma. What makes you think vampires can fall in love?" I asked; a
recurring question I kept on asking since 2008 to these kinds of
teenagers. Somehow I find it very amusing for their
stubbornness…very animalistic for them.
words but pointless whimsical meanings spew out of Emma's lips,
thoughts about vampires falling in love, carrying and taking care
of a girl, watching her sleep romantically, fascinating by looks,
very god-like, yes, I heard of these heresy from the 1,349
victims we had, Emma will be the 1,350th. All of them
were saying the same kind of meanings translated in different
the old days, since 1872, the year I died; women and virgins all
shrieked, if they could rupture their throats out to scream more
than they could, they would. When they see Drigianne, Frisenrri
and their coven of superior immortals coming, they wished they
were dead. Now, things have changed…girls all scream with
enthusiasm when they see vampires…at least, when they haven't yet
seen the face of the horror of what true vampires are. Such
ignorance is bliss over the past, recent year of 2008, I must
say. This turned into a phenomenon not too long ago, but
fascinating as it is, we killed 1,349 women with this same kind
shrugged, waiting patiently for her to end her false claims about
vampires. "So, Emma, have you fallen in love with a chicken? Or a
cow, perhaps a pig?" I paused, "Maybe a cattle, goat, or lamb,
even a fish?" I raised my brows, knowing what she has to
not! You hag! What stupid question is that?!" Emma spat.
course, obviously not; I know, I know." I nodded affirmatively,
"So, what makes you think vampires can fall in love with humans,
if humans cannot even fall in love with chickens, goats, lambs,
you talking about?" Emma asked with much confusion.
her, she doesn't understand the simplest logic, "The animals I
mentioned are foods for the humans, and humans are food for the
vampires." A smile was traced on my lips, "If humans can't fall
in love with their foods which are animals or mammals, then
vampires cannot fall in love with their foods which are humans."
what Master Drigianne meant, too. Vampires and humans mating
aren't possible. Unless a dog or we can have a cat and a human
can mate and produce an offspring, then maybe, just maybe, it
is." I added.
A trace of
much denial were carved on Emma's face, I picked up a tool on top
of the lower table beside me, and held it with both hands, "Emma,
as I see your immaturity ever since we met this afternoon, can
you raise your child? You're still fifteen."
think of something." Emma simply answered. "It's none of your
something?" I repeated, "Really Emma, you don't know the value of
that life inside your womb. Too bad, I cannot let that child live
to such an irresponsible mother." I traced my fingers on the tool
I'm holding before I continued, even if I wanted her child to
live, it won't be an option, for humans to see a vampire goes
without saying that they should…die. Like I said, you may not
appreciate the importance of life until you die, "Master
Frisennri doesn't want your blood, so you're just a rotten apple
in his eyes. And the fact that you witnessed things that
shouldn't be seen, I cannot let you live, I know my master does
not wanted you to live either." That's right, any humans who
stepped on this old house can never get out alive, either as
vampire food or as a reject; we do not allow them to live.
stumbled over frail and cursed words, but I don't need to listen,
what can this pitiful human do to me, anyway.
metal?" I raised the tool I'm holding as I ignored her cussed
words, "This one inch-diameter thick, one foot long piece of
metal with its handle not yet included in the length I have just
described-is called a curette. This is used for scrapping
remains whenever childbirth was done, since those remains may
cause sepsis to the mother." I sneered; finally Emma stopped
blurting whimpers of cuss words that she spat out from her
unknown case of fear. "You know, a woman's cervix is always shut
tight if the woman is not bearing a child. However, in your case,
it is open. A cervix is meant to open up for the sake that once
you experienced labor, it is easier to give childbirth. Well, it
has another use, actually-but I won't tell you what it
No no no!!!" Emma screamed, helplessly struggling from where she
was chained down as I went towards in front of her opened
our inadequacy of acquiring anesthesia for you." I smiled; the
wickedness of mine forms on my pale, lifeless face. I always take
pleasure in this task.
legs were spread and opened due to the grasps of chains, I
directly plunged the curette inside her birth canal without
hesitation; almost the entire one foot length of the curette was
introduced inside her.
screamed from the intense, mad pain. The scream echoes deafening
inside the small corners of the cellar, yet it's pleasing to the
senses hearing her. Retracting a small part of the curette out of
her canal, blood was observed painted vividly on the
see…there was no lubricant, or anything slippery applied in your
point of entry, yet the metal slid very easily. You really are
experienced, Emma." I complimented sardonically.
the curette down to her cervix again, "Relax, your child is not
dead, yet." I grinned, and towered to her face, her face became
twisted and pale, screeching out saliva and tears mixed. Gabriel
assisted more as he pulled the chains, making Emma's hips
suspended and dangled; soon enough, her birth canal
widened-showing fully the entire orifice. This allows me for the
curette to go deeper past the cervical canal, and into the
uterus. "Do you know, that your five month old child can somewhat
see what is happening?" I asked, to which I only got an answer of
her eyes trembling at me, she is about to go berserk.
very true; and believe this Emma Gilberts." I emphasized, "As I
shove this curette past your cervical canal and into your womb,
your child evades or dodges as a form of reflex." I smiled, "Yes,
your child evades it as if he or she sees the incoming steel-it's
just like if someone was about to punch you, your reflexes will
allow you to dodge. That is the scenario here; your child will
also have that same reflex. But you see, your womb or uterus only
has minimal room for moving, to which if I repeatedly push this
curette in and out from your birth canal, I may hit your baby
just too soon as certain as hitting a cow at point blank." I
grinned, feeling the first soft spot of hitting an object I'm
aiming at. Other than feeling, I can see repeated small or faint
moves of Emma's tummy surface. "See? Can you feel a few tremor in
your womb, it means your child is trying his or her hardest to
dodge the metal which is striking him, or her…and if I
repetitively push and pull this metal as I hit your child, I
would be stabbing and crushing, mashing him or her as often as I
please to, and there it is, Emma," I gleamed my eyes to see the
gush of noxious odor blood, "I presume this is the sign of you
child's life, dissipating that is."
pull, in and out of her birth canal; I kept on repeating these
moves with the curette, squishing and mashing the five month old
infant inside. I must have impaled the little thing by now,
seeing Emma's tummy faintly rumbling every time the infant tries
to dodge with a slim chance.
Emma's abdomen surface stopped moving.
raise Emma's head so she can see her five month old darling
baby." I commanded, Gilbert approached near to Emma and supported
her back. Emma's eyes blinked repeatedly and trembled as her
incoherent speeches became more and more loud, screaming and
cursing, though I see she didn't know what else to do but just
have to state her empty threats.
'I'll kill you'; 'go to hell' 'b*tch', 'f*ck', as well as other
cussed words that she spat right out her mouth. She does realize
she's chained, and I'm in control of this whole setting. Besides,
what can this weak and flawed human do?
scarred, maimed and bleeding…what can you do, Emma?
there is no one to help you here; I can guarantee you with
sound echoed as I pulled the curette out of her. Unscrewing the
tool, I have to change the curette's tip from a hook into a scoop
for scrapping, and then screw it back and tight.
birth canal was very smeared and grimy. I watched it trailing
down pools of blood coming from inside her womb to be specific.
"Hold a little while, Emma, it won't take long."
b*tch!" Emma spat, trembling and gawking as the pain and her
state of shock was getting into her head; she already started to
nose bleed from shock.
amongst us is the b*tch, and I apologize if this curette isn't as
thick as the long, hard, boneless meat that you always get
grinded." I ridiculed just before placing the curette back inside
her. With much force, Emma desperately struggled to close her
legs, well, that is, if she can break the chains that bind
metallic basin in front of Emma's birth canal, I continually
shoved the curette, scrapping her insides as sticky mucus and
blood were taken out. Blood splatters as next to where a little
bits of meat, or should I say the remains or little pieces of the
soon, Emma's body which was in a state of shock made her excrete
or poop, the brownish, stinking, wet stool has mixed with the
blood from the basin. I could care no less, since I finally
scrapped what I had hunted for the past couple of minutes-a
deformed, twisted, and detached small leg full of blood came
thudding on the metallic basin.
beyond panicked, her eyes cannot flee from the sight of the basin
in front of her even if she attempted to close it, a deformed
leg, and the next puny part I scrapped was the pelvic part of the
child. "So, your child is a girl…" I trailed off, pointing with
the curette the part of the child that determined her
your daughter, your…Renesmee. Emma." I beamed with cold
excitement as I showed Emma her five months old child's
scattered, pierced, and deformed remains.
eyes protruded with overwhelming shock, maybe she wanted to say
this is just a nightmare for her. I took a piece of meat that
just came out of her birth canal, and shove it to her mouth. She
attempted to bit my hand, but failed. After all, a poltergeist
cannot be touched; yet, a poltergeist can touch.
jelly-like, Emma?" I mocked; Emma was far beyond berserk now. She
had just tasted the limb of her daughter, and that made her
squawked. I, as much as Drigianne and Gabriel has only seen her
as an animal, a pig that was bleeding for her life, and kept on
squealing, squeaking, screaming for the horror on which she had
and has been placed upon…
Emma needs to rest now, just like the 1,349 victims we had since
2008 who acted and believed the same as her that vampires are
very vogue and beautiful per say.
now…" Drigianne ordered, smiling and anticipating Emma's final
curtain fall, "She is not a human anymore, just an animal, an
incoherent animal that only yelps, screams, and cries. She lost
her rational mind, and that made her…an animal."
certainly, Master Drigianne." I responded. Those are the words
Drigianne taught me for the past century, when humans lost their
rational mind, they just become animals. "I thought of new ways
to kill her, can you teach me?"
mused for a moment, then said, "place your hand deep into her
birth canal." He instructed; walking over another corpse that
once we knew as Donna, he went nearer to my left side to better
observe and coach.
what he said, feeling Emma's slimy and meaty insides; like I
said, I cannot be touched; yet, I can touch and feel just like
any organic matter can.
familiar with the womb, Ira, reach for it, and rupture it.
Rupture its posterior part…" Drigianne's voice came a bit
forearm and half of my brachial arm has reached inside Emma, and
finally reaching her womb, I slit to cut and rupture the
jelly-like part of her using my nails, repeatedly clawing inside
until the womb gave way. Emma twisted and wriggled, it must be
from the pain I dealt. She cannot form words now, just shrieking
with her drool and tears, blood coming out of her nose, eyes, and
mouth muddled up. And once again, Emma pooped as I ruptured her
insides further. Then, I felt a coiling and bends of smooth
to Drigianne, "Looks like you know what to do, now…" He smirked,
his sharp fangs showing. I nodded-
at that moment, I grabbed the coiling smooth muscles and heaved
it out of her. Blood splatters and shoots at random areas to
which Drigianne moved back, yet Gabriel enjoyed the sight-he bent
closer to Emma's torn birth canal for better observation as blood
shoots out while I heaved the coiling muscles, and there it
was-the long stretch of small intestines were pulled out of Emma
from her birth canal.
is new." Drigianne laughed wickedly, "This is a new kind of
evisceration, Ira. Great job." He complimented as he placed his
hands behind his body and raised his head high and proud.
is new," I laughed, "This is a better kind of eviscerating,
Master Drigianne." Gabriel, Drigianne and I laughed to the sight
of seeing the small intestines coiling and dripping blood out of
Emma's birth canal. Well, Emma hasn't been breathing now. I guess
our small entertainment is over.
the rest of her fetus' remains on the metallic basin and placed
it on the fireplace to burn; meanwhile Gabriel took the bodies
for a proper disposal. Emma and Donna's bodies would give an
awful stench soon enough, thus he has to take care of this minor,
dirty work. He always throws it on the cliff located on the west
of the house, by now we must have been stockpiling corpses thrown
for the last 125 years-after Gabriel's death, we started throwing
corpses into that cliff.
past midnight," Drigianne spoke, "I got to go now, Ira. I have my
fill before I came here, but after watching that bloody and juicy
entertainment, it made me hungry. Don't you worry, even with the
new moon, I'm powerful enough to catch a prey."
you were entertained, master."
is entertaining…" Drigianne agreed, and he towered close to me
and kissed my lips…it was a cold feeling, and the same coldness
always reached from him and to my senses. However, he's a
vampire, and vampires never fall in love…he had been kissing me
on the lips for the past century, I guess that's just how this
never fall in love, so I will not expect anything else, but only
that I am a poltergeist who serves for him, and for his coven of
vampires. Drigianne left out of the house…and I watched him
disappear into the night out in thin air as I stand in front of
this old, white house made of wood.
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