Theatre of the Damned

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 8 (v.1)

Submitted: February 09, 2009

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Seth felt the movement of the crane, and the shifting of air around it, as it loaded the shipping container onto a cargo vessel. He was resigned to its metal confines for the nights to come. He sat atop a cardboard box of plastic vampire bats; seething irony. The container was only half loaded with these amusing little trinkets which gave Seth sufficient room to move around if he pleased. He had already installed a feeble, padlocked latch into the interior of the containers door as a final safe guard against unwanted daylight intrusions. He spent the trip prying into the conversations of sailors and their deck hands. Their heart beats where still audible through the steel walls, and around the hard splash of waves against the ships hull. The smell of new plastic encased in already rotting cardboard, encased in rusted steel was the only scent he could discern. He was a monster beneath steely porcelain skin, behind rusted steel walls. A metal casing within a metal casing.

It took three days, and the entire esky of filtered, donor blood, for him to reach his destination in the country side of France. He undid the interior latch and, because the container had been routinely sealed from the outside, he used the full extent of his immortal strength to bend the steel handles that kept the doors in place. The orange-red dusk sky welcomed him through apertures of broken glass windows as he emerged into the sparsely used, vast expanse of a warehouse. The air was thick with tasteless dust. A few other sealed shipping containers where dotted around the place, afloat on an ocean of black tarmac flooring.

Seth spent the next three months scouring the country side of France for any recognizable sign of the vampire elders. He feed off predatory animals, wolves and brown bears mostly, whose blood was barely sufficient to sustain him. Finally after so long of searching he found the first promising lead as he surveyed the ruins of an archaic monastery on the western borderline of Germany. The creeping sensation of his sixth sense electrified the hairs on the back of his neck and sent an evanescent tingle up the length of his spine. He focused his mind on that inkling and pin pointed the exact location of its origin. It came from deep beneath the earth. He dug into the dry brown dirt, caked with stones and tree roots, with a shovel he’d thieved from a nearby archeological dig the previous night. At a meters depth the ground suddenly collapsed beneath him. He slid down the steep incline and fell into the underground chamber at its base. He wiped the dirt and dust from his shoulders as he rose to his feet and observed the surroundings. He’d never before seen anything alike to that modest room. It’s stone walls featured intricate hand carvings of winged vampires feeding, hunched over helpless mortal victims. In the centre of the far wall a marble podium brooded beneath a copper challis: the unholy grail of blood.

He noticed the small gap between the podium and the floor, and the crevice that opened up behind it. These were details that any immortal eye would recognize though they were too minute for a human to discern. He pushed the marble podium back into the wall, which require more force than a human could muster, and set in motion the clicking and churning of some archaic mechanism. The stone floor parted at its centre like an impassive stage curtain and from the opening gap a marble sarcophagus rose in slow dramatics. Artfully chipped into the lid of the sarcophagus, inside a gouged border, where the words “Ici mensonges Kain” He pushed the heavy lid across. It fell to the floor, shattered from the impact and sent a storm of suffocating marble dust tearing through the still air. Inside lay the vampire elder Kain. Time had reduced him to little more than skeletal remains with white, slightly translucent skin draped limply over the bones. His mouth was open and his teeth bared menacingly. Seth grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him vigorously but he remained undisturbed. He back handed him across the check but prompted only the same lack of response.

Only one avenue of approach remained. With his teeth he tore open the cold, hard flesh of his wrist, held his arm over Kain, and let the blood trickle down into the open cavity of his mouth. Kain’s hand sprung up instantly, gripped Seth’s out stretched arm, and pulled it too him. Seth allowed this dark embrace for a while then said

“Enough” and tried futilely to pull his arm away. Kain held him still as he reopened the healing wound on his wrist and continued to drink. He knew this was coming, knew that he might die at the hands of an elder. He felt strangely calm about his death, relaxing into Kain’s violent embrace as if it were the warm, maternal hold of a mother. Then suddenly Kain pushed his arm away, and sat up in the sarcophagus.

“Who are you? And for what cause have you awoken me?” he snarled in an ethereal tone that echoed through the chamber.

“I am the vampire… Seth”
“No. You were known by another name.”
“Yes. Marcus”

“The vengeful Marcus. For near on a decade you where legend among our kind. Your very name sent the strongest covens retreating fearfully into the shadows. I have long awaited his meeting, but I lack patience. So what is it you want of me?”

“Strength. Power. I want your blood pulsing through my veins” Kain emitted a disgusted snorting sound.

“I had hoped for something more from you. Illuminate me, why do want this new strength? Against what enemy do you intend to wield it?”

“Against the vampire Gabriel. I intend to use it to decimate the last remaining coven. To prevent the revival of our race”

Kain stood and walked the chambers length as he pondered Seth’s proposal. One of his arms rested in a tight fold across his chest while the other horizontally supported his chin which he rested upon a clenched fist. Even in his decrepit state he seemed to possess a gentlemanly grace. He stopped perfectly still, like an intricately carved porcelain statue, for a moment and then walked back over to Seth. He smiled coldly, titled his head, presented his neck, opened his arms and said

“Take it then” Needing no further prompt than this Seth embraced Kain and sunk his glistening white teeth into the carotid artery pulsing in his throat. The taste was exquisite, a perfect mix of sweet and savory, vivid and vibrant, morphing into a symphony of different textures as it flowed across his tongue and down his throat. Time seemed to stand still, to become static, as Seth lost himself in the musical notes that Kain’s heart melodically pounded out with a perfect rhythm. Then Kain suddenly broke form and pushed Seth’s head away with great force. He eyed him lecherously, Kain’s blood still wet inside his mouth. Seth leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kain’s. Their tongues entwined in an almost human exchange of blood and spit. Then Kain began to laugh. It was a deep, cruel laugh, birthed inside the pit of his stomach and wriggling its way up his torso and out his mouth. Seth looked on bewildered and confused as Kain almost doubled over in hysterics.

“Why are you laughing?” Kain fought back the laughter and composed himself before replying

“Because you just damned yourself to eternity. You’ve wanted death, I can see it burning in your eyes. I imagine that after dispensing with this last coven you intended to march off into the daylight and your impending doom. And now, like me, you cannot die. Not even the suns rays are potent enough to shorten your eternity now” A horrified expression twisted and contorted the normally placid features of Seth’s face. Kain began to laugh again as Seth cupped his face with open hands as if he could lay to rest the heavy weight of his consciousness upon his palms.

“Why are you laughing? Is this a game to you?” Seth screamed so loud that the very foundations of the chamber shuddered in response. Kain composed himself once more.

“Because it amuses me. And yes it is a game: An endless play inside this theatre for the damned.”


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