Guilty of Blood Drinking

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: PleiadomeBooks

Photo by Max Kleinen on Unsplash~ Alexander is a vampire, but when he kills an unknown girl and drinks her blood, there is a visit.

A parasite had worked its way into my blood. It wasn't a normal parasite that someone might have in them, but another parasite that caused an incurable disease. A disease that made me a night stalker, a drinker of human blood. Never in my wildest dreams had I thought that I would become such a fiend. I needed it, blood, that was. I wasn't proud of it. There had been plenty of times where I would try to kill myself. However, I couldn't, and it always ended in disaster on my psyche’s behalf. It caused unconsolable emotions. I wanted nothing more than to be normal, but that was too much to ask from a god that wanted different.

I looked upon the night sky after I had fed on my unfortunate prey, still kneeling to extract something from their neck. Not more blood, but a necklace of sorts that I found rather thrilling. It was a black crystal. I thought of it a memorable object that I could remember this young woman whom I had murdered. I would be mourning her greatly, not because I was close to her, but that I felt the guilt of her slaying.

I looked at the moon, and silently asked it why. It didn't answer which drove me deeply into a madness that happened each time I fed. Something of the sorts always happened whenever I found a new victim. I did this at least once a month.

I sat there beside the corpse of the beautiful woman, and wondered there were more of my kind. I wondered if they also felt guilt from killing.

"Alexander," I heard my name being called by the sweetest voice I had ever heard coming from behind me. I looked back to see the woman I had just feasted on. She was wearing a white dress, and had the wings of an angel. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I looked back at the corpse, and saw it was still there. My eyes must have been deceiving me!

"What witchery is this?" I asked her, quickly standing to my feet.

"Witchery it is not. I'm not here to harm you. I just wanted you to know that I forgive you, for I have become an angel."

I looked at her with sympathy. Then said, "Forgive me if you must. For I can't forgive myself."

She looked at me and then said, "You shall learn to forgive yourself." And then she disappeared. I wondered if she would visit again, or if that was the last time I would see her. I didn't even catch her name.

 

Sarah was her name. I learned of it because there was a wallet in her pocket with a pink 'S' sewed into it. I opened it to find her ID which said she was Sarah Kelly. I kept that so I would always have remembrance of her name.

When I got home that night, I awaited for the sun to rise, and went to sleep in my coffin. I dreamt that Sarah and I were married, and that we had children. I was somewhat normal. It was the first dream I had that I had since I was mortal. Something strange was happening, and I couldn't help but to think it wasn't my insanity at all that night.

I awoke the next night missing the sunlight, and the warmth it shared with me throughout my mortal days. I felt like crying, but tears wouldn't form. I walked outside and sat on my porch. It was a full moon that night.

Sarah visited me that night again because I called out to her, yelling at the moon. My loneliness was seizing me, and if I didn't see her, I would have undoubtedly wallowed into a depression. She stood before me in the light of the streetlight.  Her beauty radiantly was like light to my eyes.

"Hello, Alexander." Her voice was still sweet with no hint of malice.

"Sarah!" I cried to her. "I'm sorry. I was just feeling lonely."

"It's quite alright to feel that way, Alexander. I will always be here for you."

"But why?" I questioned. I had killed her, and in the short time after her death, she had been nothing but sweet to me. And I had been so cruel to her!

I questioned myself as to why her! Why couldn't I have chosen anybody else?

Then I remembered.

"She must have pleasant blood," I said aloud to the angel of my dreams. "That's why I murdered you."

She didn't frown. She just smiled.

"Oh, but Alexander. I already told you that I forgive you."

She took my hands in hers. "And I do."

Just like that she disappeared. That was the last time I had ever seen Sarah Kelly. No other woman would have my love. She was the only one I would ever love, if given the chance. I lived forever with the guilt of knowing that I had murdered my potential wife.


Submitted: May 17, 2020

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