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Larten Crepsley - My story 02

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Chapter 02

Next morning I woke up in the middle of the street, not knowing where I was or what I was doing there.
I was getting used to this and often woke up at places I have never seen before.
It took me about a hour or so to find my way back home.
I lived in my childhood home with my oldest sister. She took good care of me even thought she said she did not want to, but since I was the only sibling she had left she felt like she had to.
"Where have you been?" She asked before I closed the door. "...out" I answered with a snare in my voice. "Out with the palls again, huh? One day you're gonna end up like father if you keep it up like this." Normally I prefer to run away without confronting her, but I just told her I did not want to talk about it joined her in the kitchen and help her with the cooking.
While eating dinner, I suddenly remembered the man in the red clothing I ran into the night before. I could not remember his face or eyes, but I remembered the red clothing and the mysterious aura he was surrounding by.
"You know... I meet a man yesterday on my way home all dressed in red. I don't think he was from here. Heard of him?" Where I lived, rumors about people from out of town was spreading fast.
"A man dressed all in red? Nope don't think so. You must have been drunk. If that kind of man was here in town I would have known by now." She said while she started to clean up.   
The following night, I asked people around the bar if the had seen him, but nobody had seen or head about him. It seemed strange that nobody had seen him. And I really can not explain why I was so interested in him, but I just felt like I had to know about him.

Once again I spend the whole night on the local bar and again I got lost on my way home to my sister.
I felt miserable and started to remember the horrible day when my wife died and I was left alone with a child who died 24hours later. I kept drinking and hoping the painful memory would go away but it never did.
I was fooling around on a unknown street singing to myself when I saw something red at the end of the street.
I remembered the man in red and tried to reach the end of the street as fast as possible.
But he was not anywhere to be found. At first I thought my sisters theory about an illusion was the truth about the man in red, but then I looked up and saw him.
He sat on a high wall looking directly at me. "How did ya get all the way up there?" I asked and tried to stand straight on my feet.
He did not answer at first. "I jumped" he said. He was still staring right at me. "You cawn't jump that high. That's not powsible. How'll you come down?"
Silence again. But then he stood on his feet and took a jump down to me.
In my eyes that jump was not possible for a human being without getting hurt so I was sure it was my mind that played a trick on me.
"Jump" He said coldly as he landed beside me. He was about my age or a little older and pale like he had never seen the sun. He was just like I remembered (or that little I could remember). All dressed in dark red clothing, had this mysterious aura around him and looked like a man people respected... a leader. "Are you not that punk who ran into me last night? The lest you could do was to apologize. So rude" He said and stood a wind blow away from me. His eyes has on fire but that did not scare me off. "You was'in the way! You shwould know better than stwand in'the way of a drunk man! YOU swould apologize!" I once again confronted him with a rude tone in my voice.
At first I thought I was about to fight this man. His eyes said hated at first but somehow they changed to a threatening but soft eyes. "How come you are not afraid of me?" He suddenly asked me. "My sister told me you're my own ima...imagwination. Phew that was hward to say" I answered without thinking.
For about two seconds he looked at me, more or less confusing, but then he smiled. "Is that so? And what if she is wrong?" He took at step back and leaned against the wall. "She's usually right. But if you're not, then you must think I'm insane" again he smiled, and his eyes showed joy and nothing hateful or threatening. "I do not... think you are insane. I think that you are rather... interesting, Vur"
I blinked. How did he know my name? "I know much more about you. I know you have lost a big part of your family and that you are hiding the pain with alcohol. Sounds familiar?" Again he smiled. But this time it was not friendly. He reminded me of a wolf who was staring right at me with hungry eyes.
At first I could fell my heart beating really fast. Somehow he frighten me and I did not doubt it was on purpose. But then I remembered what my sister told me and relaxed. "But of cause you know. You're my imagwination. If you DIDN'T know, I would be scared." I laugh a bit but felt stupid when he did not change the smile on his face. "What if I tell you something you do not know?"
I stopped for a second to think. "Well.. That aren't possible, is it now? Not if you're my imagwination" I started to laugh again, not knowing what I was laughing about.
Again he just stared at me with a smile on his face.  "Well that will just prove that I am real, does it not?!." He said. "Okay then. Tell me about tha thwing I dunno" This time I had to sit down. It was not a elegant sitting, but now I could at lest feel the ground underneath me. "Have you even heard of a vampire?"
I remembered that my older brother usually told stories about them to scare me. Stories about Lord Dracula who would suck your blood out and use your skin like a lion blanket on his floor. "Swure I have. Blood sucking beast who'll drain AAAAALL your blood... OH and they can twurn into bats" He started to laugh. At first it was just a normal kind of laugh, but then it almost turned hysterical.
"Turn into bats? Who in the lord of vampires told you that kind of nonsense?" He could not stop laughing for a while. "I'm sorry to bring you the news boys, but vampires do not turn into bats."
He said. "How would ya know?" I asked him. Somehow I was annoyed by his laugh. "Because I am a vampire myself"
Once again his eyes turned to the hungry wolf-eyes. I could fell my heart beating  faster. I somehow began to doubt that he was my imagination. I have never thought about vampires who could not turn into bats. It was logical in my head, and now he said that it was not possible?
"Nor do we drink ALL of your blood. Just a few drops before we move on to our next victim." Again, something I had never thought about. I could not move nor could I speak. I wanted to jump up and run away, but I was paralyzed right where I sat.
"What kind of imagwination are you? I've never heard of such a thing so how can you know?" At that moment I realized that this person, this imagination might not be all in my head. This person was real.
I remember my heart almost broke my chest of fright as he leaned closer to me, still with hungry eyes. "Does that prove to you that I am nothing like a silly imagination? Or do you dare to go further the truth?"
I finally got up and started to run. I called for help but everybody thought I was drunk... I was. But I was drunk and needed help.
As I turned around a corner I boomed into somebody. It was not til after I begged this person for help I was that it was the man in red.
I do not recall how long I was running or how many times he suddenly appeared in front of me but the chase stopped when I ran into a dead end. I was scared and my heart was beating so fast. When I turned around he appeared right in front of me again.
"Still just a illusion?" He asked with a scary smile on his lips.
At first I begged for my life, but the I began to defense myself. Of cause he moved so I never got to hit him but at least I tried. "There is no need for you to fright, Vur. I will not kill you nor will I harm you"
I could not tell if he was telling me the truth or not. He sat down on the street and started to talk. I was a bit scared still but soon I felt relaxing in his company.   
That night he told me everything about vampires and their rules, how they lived and their ways. He told me that he was a bit lonely and wanted to talk to somebody ells but the other vampires. "Even though I frighten you the first time you where looking for me. I find that interesting." I could not tell him why I wanted to meet him so bad. I did not even know myself.
"You ewer think I could be one of you?" I asked. Not that I wanted it but somehow I was curious. "No doubt. You do not fear even though you stand right in front of death. You even tried to fight back. But most important; your blood do not have a single drop of evil." Whatever that meant I did not like the way he said it. "How can you tell? I mean, it's not ewen like you tasted it, wright?"
There it was again. The hungry wolfy smile.
Even though I  still was a bit afraid of him I choose to stay and listen to him talking about the way of the vampires.
He told me about the two different race; Vampires and Vampineze. I started to get fascinated about the things he told me. I always thought that a vampire would live alone and just come out for kills, but he told me about the vampire mountain.
I asked him how come I did not have any bite marks if he had tasted my blood but he only started to laugh. "We do not have such things as fangs. We use our fingernails to cut a little slice, take a sip, and close the wounds with our spit witch has healing powers."
I did not hear about everything because the alcohol was effecting me so much that I fell asleep while he talked.

Next morning when I woke up, the sun had raised and the man in red was gone.
I found my way home all exited about last night. I wanted to tell my sister about everything, but she did not like what I had to say.
"WHAT? Are nuts? How many time did ya hit your head last night?" she yelled. "But it is true! He's not like a Dracula who drains all of your blood. They taste just a little bit.. He even tasted me! He told me I have good blood!" I cried back at her. "Very well then, Vur.. Then where is your bite? I don't see any vampire bites in your neck!" I lay my hand on my right shoulder, where the man told me he drank from me and it was not until I said what I said I realized who ridicules it sounded. "Well.. He has super spit. The wound heals right away and don't leave any marks" She went silent for a second. She just stared at me, properly wondering what she had done to deserve a good-for-nothing-brother like me.
We fought the rest of the night. It was not just a regular fight we usually had. She brought up my behavior and what a failure I was but when she confronted me with shaming my dead wife and our child, I lost it and hit her.
I do not remember much of that night. I know I went to the bar to have a drink. She properly told me to leave the house and never come back.. And so I did.

That night I was struggling the memories in a mixed with all the things my sister said. I do not remember how I got there or how long I have been there but I remember I was standing on the bridge and looking down in a black hole coming closer and closer when I let my body fall ready to face my death.
Chapter 01 [link]
Chapter 03 [link]
Chapter 04: [link]


I am SO sorry about this chapter.. It sucks, I know.. >__< I was a bit unsure how to write it and where when and how so please forgive me.. TOT


I want you to keep in mind that this is my own fiction about Lartens life, where I took a few things from the books and justed it in here. So if I've done something wrong, please don't hate me.. XDD

I know Larten is very certan about his grama and everything, so I have to say SORRY ABOUT MY ENG! XDDD I'm SO bad at this. ^^' But I'm doing my best.

Hope you like it anyway. OwO
LOVE TO LARTEN CREPSLEY.. OwO Because he makes me happy.. XDDDD
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nightswarrior's avatar
i like it ... well i like the way seba keeps appearing lol i can just imagen it.