Sunday, August 21, 2016

Immortal Part 11

            And I felt the coldness of terror sweep over me. What she was telling me was that they would torture Emryl trying to take his soul. They wouldn’t kill him yet. It would be a slow painful demise.
            “Why didn’t you save him? If you’ve been watching him… Why didn’t you…”
            “Because I was totally out numbered. There were half a dozen of them and only one of me,” Tavian said regretfully. He had re-entered the room and was carrying a tray with a teapot and a single cup. He carefully poured the hot water into the cup and then offered me the steaming cup and a teabag. I normally didn’t drink tea but I really was frazzled and it was with shaking hands that I accepted the warm drink. I hoped it was true that tea was soothing.
            Just as I put the cup to my mouth I hesitated and glared coldly at Tavian with suspicion. There was only one cup, I thought, but there were three of us in the room.  Considering everything that had happened, being kidnapped and all and then having been told that my childhood friend had possibly been abducted by some kind of evil monster, to say I was in a trusting mood would be less than accurate.
            “Wait,” I said angrily lowering the drink, “why aren’t either of you drinking any tea?  What did you put in this? Are you trying to drug me?”
            Tavian grunted, “You’re obviously not as bright as your friend. You haven’t figured it out yet?”
            “Figured what out?” I asked skeptically.
            “Well, my dear,” Zhivvah said softly, “I promised to be truthful with you. I should let you know that Tavian and I are both vampires.”
            “Well, technically,” Tavian corrected, “I’m only half vampire. I’m a rarity you know. It doesn’t happen very often.”
            That was about my breaking point. I had cried a few tears, yes, but really considering everything, I had held it together pretty good. But this last confession was a bit too much for me. I emptied the scorching liquid in the cup by throwing it at Tavian’s face and I jumped up from the chair and bolted towards the door.
            But Tavian was already standing before me blocking my exit shaking his head morosely. Steaming water dripped from the ends of his hair and nose but he didn’t even have a red mark where the water he had poured for me should have burned him. He hissed, literally, at me. Like an annoyed cat would hiss and then for the first time I noticed his teeth. They were remarkably white but what scared me was how sharp they suddenly appeared to me. How did I miss that? His lips and his tongue seemed unusually red and he hissed again, “That was uncalled for.”
            “Don’t eat me!” I cried.”
            “Really?” and then he did the meanest thing, he started laughing at me. Not just a little chuckle but a great belly laugh. He was clutching his stomach laughing and he had to hold on to the side of the wall to keep himself from falling on to the floor. I didn’t know vampires could cry, but he was laughing so hard that tears were flowing from his eyes.
            Zhivvah didn’t think it was so funny and she nudged him roughly as she approached, “We won’t hurt you, my dear. Tavian,” she said sharply but he was no longer in control. He just shook his head and laughed again.
            I shuddered as she placed her arms around my shoulder and led me back towards the easy chair. I sat there with my head buried in my hands wishing I would wake up from this whole terrible ordeal, but nothing happened. I heard Zhivvah wisp away and then I heard her say Tavian’s name again. Their voices got quiet as they went in to another room, leaving me alone. I glanced at the door wondering if this was my chance for escape but by the time I pulled myself together enough to stand up, both of them were back. Tavian looked very contrite and he apologized for laughing at me and Zhivvah was holding another cup of something out to me.
            “What is it?” I whispered.
            “Just some more tea. Drink it, it will help.”
            This time I took the cup and immediately sipped at it, hoping that it really was drugged and that whatever poison might be in it would put me out of my misery. The warmth spread throughout me and I couldn’t deny it tasted pretty good and unfortunately I didn’t keel over. And just like Zhivvah had said, it did seem to help and I felt slightly better.
            “If you’re vampires,” I finally managed to say, “Why are you helping me?”
            Tavian growled, literally and I shrank into the easy chair, afraid he would attack me but a look from Zhivvah quieted him and it was she that answered, “We’re not all monsters, child.”
            “So… you… you’re like the Cullins… as opposed to Count Dracula.”
            “Oh please,” Tavian snarled.
            “Somewhere in between,” Zhivvah said with a smile.
            “I don’t understand,” I muttered wearily. “How is it possible?”
            “The answer to that is as various as the human quest to find the origin of human life. Was it a big bang? Was it God, or perhaps something else? Where do vampires come from? A thousand different legends and myths. Where did the first vampire come from?” Zhivvah shrugged. “The version I prefer of Human creation is the story of Adam. God formed him in His own image. They started out as perfect, innocent creatures. But Satan tempted and corrupted Eve and then Cain killed Abel. And now there are humans that strive to emulate Adam’s existence and grow closer to God and there are humans that verge closer to demons and prefer Satan’s methods.
            It is the same with vampires. I believe that vampires are derived from Satan’s minions. He created the first vampires to lure and tempt humans. They were originally evil. Monsters intended to murder and cause chaos. But like any being with intelligence, there are those of us that have diverged from the path that we were meant for.”
            “But Emryl said vampires don’t have souls. And on that blog the guy talked about the wars that are…” I reconsidered and then pointed accusingly at Zhivvah, “YOU talked about the wars that are being fought to get the human soul.”
            “Silly and pointless, like all wars,” Zhivvah said dismissively. “I told you. The soul is not something obtainable. It is in the choices that are made.”
            “But we’re still screwed,” Tavian muttered bitterly.

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