Death of Derik, Birth Of Cross

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Young Adult  |  House: Booksie Classic
The first story in a series of short stories to one my all time favorite characters that I came up with

Submitted: January 04, 2010

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“Mother, who is that?” I asked the dark haired woman in front of me as we wove through the people who had lined the street. My eyes were locked on a young-looking man carrying a large wooden plank of wood on his bloody back.
My mother grabbed my wrist tightly and forced me to follow her as if staying there would get us killed. “His name is Yeshua Ben Yosef. His followers call him Jesus Christ. He is claiming to be the people’s messiah,” she plainly said in that ‘this-subject-is-not-for-discussion’ tone she used whenever I ask about anything going on in the human world as we hit the market.
We did not eat foods like the humans, but mother insisted that we be seen regularly buying food as to not raise suspicions. Although, today was the first time she had let me accompany her. I usually had to sneak out on my own and make sure that I was not caught.
My eyes kept glancing back at the young man unable to look away. “If that’s true, why are they taking him up to the crucifixion hill with the other murderers and thieves?”
“Because humans are foolish and destructive creatures,” she whispered as she looked over some fresh fruits with a perfected fake smile.
I watched as the people followed him cursing his name, stoning and spitting at him, and all I could do was feel sorry for him. I felt like walking over and helping him, but I was probably the last person someone like that would want helping him; someone that many considered to be Satan in his true form.
“Derik!” my mother’s stern voice growled as she grabbed my chin and forced me to meet her crimson eyes. “Do NOT get involved with the trifles of humans. You are too special to associate with them.”
A speech she had repeated to me everyday since I was old enough to understand what she was saying. She would tell me how ‘special’ I was and that the outside world did not understand and wanted me dead. And as a child, I believed her. As a child, she was the only God I knew. I didn’t know then what I was or why the outside world wanted me dead so badly.
“Derik? Is that not the young girl you spoke of the other day?” my mother whispered as a girl of fourteen started to pass by us.
I looked and felt my heart flutter as I smiled warmly, “Joanna?”
She spun around causing a strand of her chocolate brown hair to fall from behind the cloth that covered her head. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled. “Derik. This is surprising. Father tells mother and me that you will be joining us tonight for dinner. Is this true?” she spoke with a happy sigh.
I nodded excitedly even though I could feel my mother’s surprise and anger rising from behind me.
“Good. I’m glad. Well, I should finish gathering what mother needs for the stew. I will see you tonight then Derik,” she spoke a soft blush brushing her cheeks as she turned away making me feel alive.
 
“What are you thinking boy?!” my father’s voice boomed as they both glared at me as if I had turned into the creature they detested overnight.
“I’m sixteen now… and I love her. I knew you two would never approve so I saved what little money I made and used my own assets to present to her father in exchange fore his daughter’s hand in marriage. Tonight he announces to her and her mother that he has accepted the offer,” I calmly and plainly state in a reasonable tone.
My mother’s eyes flashed in almost a pure rage. “You will NOT marry that human. She does not even know WHAT you are! What do you think is going to happen when she does?”
“She will not care. She loves me for who I am not what I am Mother!” I shouted back before storming off knowing the longer I argued with them, the harder it would be to control my instincts tonight. I quickly changed into the nice clothes I had set aside earlier that day before heading towards the front door.
“If you do this boy, you will regret it. You will not be allowed to step one foot back in this home. You will be dead to us Derik,” my father threatened from behind me.
I sighed and turned around taking one last look at my mother and father and the only home I had ever known, a home that had become a prison to me, before walking out the door to what my new and hopefully happy life with the girl of my dreams; at least that’s what I thought.
 
I held her close to me as I covered her mouth to stop her from screaming. Her warm body was pressed to mine as I listened around the corner for my parents; who had dropped by unexpectedly as I had arrived. I should have known that mother at least would not have let go so easily of her ‘special’ son.
Joanna and I both jumped as her father’s body fell to the floor coldly in front of us. Her whimper barely reached my ears when I heard the front door close and the sounds of my parents’ footsteps begin to fade into the distance.
After a few minutes to make sure they had truly left, I let my love go and closed my eyes to try and regain control over my instincts as I listened to her cries for her mother and father; making my gut wrench more.
As I took a deep breath and opened my eyes, I was welcomed by the sight of my Joanna looking at me with a horrified face.
“W... What are you?” she stuttered.
“I am a vampire Joanna, but… that does not change anything. I still love you,” I smiled calmly as I reached towards her to comfort her.
She pulled away with a wince as if I had smacked her. “Don’t touch me demon! You are Satan’s servant!”
The warmth in my heart froze. “N…No. No Joanna. I believe in the messiah and God too. I love you with everything I have in me. You said you felt the same my love,” my voice cracked as I tried to plead with her. I knelt by her and wrapped my arms around her lovingly.
She struggled out of fear, anger, and anguish. “No! You charmed your way into my heart! You lied so that you could bed me and take me away from my family and faith demon! Do not touch me you monster! You… murderer!”
I growled softly as my vision became tinted in red and my eyes turned black. Her pulse suddenly pounded loudly in my ears like a drum being beaten wildly close by. Before I could control my hunger, the bittersweet taste of her life force filled my senses.
I held her close until I felt her take her last breath before removing my fangs from her now limp neck. A single tear rolled down my cheeks for her and landed on her lips.
The image of the cross I had seen being carried earlier that day flashed through my mind and I realized that it represented sin.
Derik died with the last beat of her heart and as I stood and calmly walked out the door, Cross was born.


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