Bloody Kisses

Louise Rose Silver, was your typical two century old vampire until she met Mazon Louis Smith. She moves to a town where she must hide her identity because well two hundred years ago, she did unspeakable horrors and now was plastered in the history books. Now she must hide her identity from the boy she loves and the sun.


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1. Past and Present

Past

 

London, England April 16, 1820

 

 

On the morning of 16 of April I woke to a dreary cloud covered day. It was the perfect back drop for my family's joint burial. Rain drizzled lazily on top of the carriage that was escorting me to the cemetery. Although I wished not to attend, it would only add to the suspicion of my family's origins if I did not attend my family's own mass burial. So instead I wore my heaviest veil and my strongest fabric dress and set out on this ominous looking day. As the horses came to a halt just outside the cemetery gates, I looked to the ground not the sky as I wished my goodbyes to my deceased family members. I looked to Hell because that's where my family truly resides, not in Heaven as many Well Wishers have promised half halfheartedly to me. There in Hell is where they will stay for all eternity, leaving me eternally alone. As they dined with Lucifer I was to be hunted for the rest of my life, fight for each unnecessary breathe I took, and hunt carefully, and choose my prey with finesse. I was the last of the Silver line, and I intended to stay alive. After all I am a vampire, born not made. A rare occurrence for such a large family of born vampires to coexist with humans for as long as we have. 

 

I watched as the six coffins were lowered down by rope into the unconsecrated ground of the cemetery, this cemetery was forged especially for the deceased sinners and the undead. I watched as five adult sized coffins and one toddler sized were covered in dirt. My eternal husband my love and my five year old daughter killed because humans choose not to understand, and they fear what they cannot comprehend. They did not care that my daughter was still human until her thirteenth birthday, they did not care that as she died, her father cradled her in his arms. They did not care the pain they have caused me. They did not know what they had done, they didn't see what was to become of them. They didn't know the wrath of the vampire.  I chose that night to hunt instead of staying in as I normally would. I did not sense the coming danger or I would've insisted everyone come along. It was not unusual for just one Silver vampire to hunt alone, but the norm was for all six of us to go, less trouble for us. We unlike most vampires who are nomadic, try to protect one another. I failed my family. I didn't protect them so now in the name of the Vampire Code I had to kill those that killed my own. Tonight the humans would pay. As the last shovels of dirt were patted down, I exited the cemetery; certain I would never return to visit the empty graves of my former coven. My daughter I would miss the most, my Caroline had never experienced the gift of the night for herself, and now she never would.

 

I waited for a long time for night fall, tonight there was a festival to celebrate the birth of the new prince. I snickered as I watched the square fill with the humans. I picked out the ones with guilt raging through their delicious veins. But I knew I could not stop there, I had to kill all that showed their faces, but I would leave the children. I could not bring myself to take a child's life human or not. That's where the difference between our races lay. They could blindly kill a child if they believed to be a monster, but I could not kill the real monster's spawn. My heart beating or not would not allow me to drink from their necks and slice their throats until they were dry. Most of these filthy humans knew me by name and some knew me by my appearance. I came out of hiding and let my fangs extend over my bottom lip, my talons escaped my fingers and I let out a snarl as I pounced onto my unsuspecting prey. 

 

I tore out their throats and made their significant others watch as I drained each human, some I left in the streets to slowly bleed to death. I snapped their necks, set them a flame. Scared them until they relieved themselves. I brought some to the brink of insanity as I killed those they loved. I took a fair maiden to the pedestal and cried into the night,

 

"For those still breathing, still fighting, those who've escaped. I will find you and end you because of what you did to my family! My daughter was HUMAN, she was just five years old! You filth only care of your own race, you do not care of others. You believe you are supreme, but you are not. You bow down to an unseen force you call your creator, but where is your God now? As I kill your wives, sisters and daughters. Your husbands, brothers and sons? Where is she or he? As I take your blood and watch you take your last breaths, ask yourself with the time you have left, Where is my God? Farewell London in the next life I hope you think things through." I slit the maidens throat and drank her dry. The square was a bloody mess and I didn't care. Fire swept through the city as I heard the king's men race towards the massacre. I transformed myself into a bat and flew into the night, never to be seen by London again. I heard the yells as they cursed my name.

 

"Find her, find Louise Rose Silver. Find her and kill her." I heard the guard say. 

 

 

 

 

 

Present

 

April 16, 2020 London England.

 

 

 

I couldn't believe I returned to London. After what I did two hundred years before. I couldn't believe I was returning to High School. I cast my glare at a young boy around my 'human' age looking at me on the trolley I was on; it served as both my transportation around town and my school bus. My silver eyes didn't deter him from gazing dreamily at me. I rolled them in annoyance as he took a seat at my side. Something about him reminded me of Stephen, my husband from so long ago. I searched his face for clues of who or what he might be. Even with my gifts as a prophet I couldn't see his past nor his future. His lips were moving, causing his artery in his neck to move seductively. 

 

"Hello?" He asked, his accent wasn't British, it was more Irish.

 

"Hello." I answered annoyed.

 

"My name is Mazon."

 

"Louise. My friends call me Rose."

 

"Am I a friend then?"

 

"Why not," I said "Not like I have many here."

 

"Are you going to attend Silver Academy then?"

 

"Yes I am. My family owns it, Louise Rose Silver at your service." I said sarcastically.

 

"Mazon Louis Smith at your service any time, any where."

 

"Are you flirting with me Mr. Smith."

 

"Possibly Miss. Silver. Do you like it?"

 

"Possibly Mr. Smith. Possibly." The trolley came to a halt in front of the house that was once my home two centuries before. 

 

"Do you know the rumors about this family, well your family?"

 

"Yes. The rumors are that my family are vampires and two centuries ago the townspeople burnt this mansion to the ground killing six of the family members. Five adults and a five year old girl named Caroline."

 

"Yes, and the woman your named for killed the whole square, this day is the anniversary. The former Louise Rose was never seen again, but she does look like you." Mazon finished for me.

 

"She had a good reason." I whispered harshly.

 

"Yeah, but turning the whole square into a blood bath was a bit much. But I can say this, she didn't kill the children. Of course they were scarred for life, but it seemed to me that she couldn't kill the children."

 

"Yeah and the townspeople had no problem killing her daughter now did they?" I shot at him.

 

"Yes you're right. What happened to little Caroline Silver was horrible."

 

"Can we not speak about this...please I ran from this rumor all my life." In a sense what I told this boy was true. I could tell he would fall for me, and I knew I would as well. If he was anything like Stephen, it would be soon we would be telling one another we loved each other. I had to keep my true identity a secret, no matter what I couldn't go into the sun. 

 

"I'm allergic to sunlight. Just so you know." I said. "I can't go in the sunlight, or my skin bubbles up and peels away."

 

"Oh okay. Good thing you live in England, its hardly ever sunny." Mazon was quiet as they walked up to the doors of the mansion. 

 

"They converted it into a boarding school in 1910 right?" I asked him, wanting to break the silence.

 

"Yes. They waited for awhile to be sure Louise didn't return. Even then not many people attended. It was mostly for women and girls who became pregnant with no husbands."

 

"Oh, a school for sinners, in the former house of 'monsters'."

 

"You sure know a lot about this place for just moving here."

 

"I'll tell you sometime. First day back for everyone?"

 

"Yes. Oh there's the headmaster." I looked up to see a replica of my late mother, Irene Silver standing above us on the grand marble steps.

 

"You must be Louise Silver. Welcome to my school. My name is Professor Annabeth Silver a late cousin of the deceased Silvers who once owned this magnificent mansion." She flashed me a fanged smile before turning to Mazon. "Mr. Smith please escort my cousin to her dormitory. She has a single room, room 616." 

 

"Yes ma'am." he took my arm and led me to the sixth floor of my new-old home. When we arrived at the door, I recognized it, this was my old room, I entered and it was exactly how I left it so many years before.

 

"Classes start tomorrow, at seven am." Mazon said as he closed the door behind him. I sat on the bed and remembered so many fond memories. Painful ones now of course but still they were the happiest I ever been. I remembered how Caroline would run in and wake me when the sun had set, how Stephen would pick her up and spin her around the room. Then Mazon interrupted my memories and my mind involuntarily started  comparing my former love and the human boy from the trolley. 

 

I noticed a pile of books and picked one up, it was a history book, I opened it to a random page and read in shock as I read an account of the Silver Massacre.

 

 

On  the sixteenth of April a deranged woman by the name of Louise Rose Silver caused unnecessary blood spillage in the square on the birthday of the heir.  She killed thousands, but never harmed a single child. Finally towards the end of the carnage she kidnapped a young maiden named Rosemary Goldman and made this terrifying speech that would darken the hearts of London for evermore,

 

"For those still breathing, still fighting, those who've escaped. I will find you and end you because of what you did to my family! My daughter was HUMAN, she was just five years old! You filth only care of your own race, you do not care of others. You believe you are supreme, but you are not. You bow down to an unseen force you call your creator, but where is your God now? As I kill your wives, sisters and daughters. Your husbands, brothers and sons? Where is she or he? As I take your blood and watch you take your last breaths, ask yourself with the time you have left, Where is my God? Farewell London in the next life I hope you think things through." 

 

 

I dropped the book and cried bloody tears. I couldn't escape what I had done. How could I when the faces of the people I brutally killed were now walking the streets of London? How could I forget my long lost love when his face is now on a London school boy? How could I keep my identity from this boy who goes by Mazon when I am falling desperately, irrationally in love with him? 

 

What am I to do? My 'cousin' Annabeth Silver rules over this school, my home with an iron fist. She couldn't possibly know this was once my room. I remembered then that my room was adjoined with Caroline's. I walked over to the fake closet and opened it up to see this room was untouched still as it was when I decorated it in 1815. I rushed in, noticing it was dusty and locked from the outside. No one lives in this room. I bent down to pick up a portrait of Caroline and I. I walked with it back to my room and placed it on my bedside table. I cried myself to sleep that night dreaming of the night I lost my family forever.

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