I clawed at the dirt, I didn’t bother screaming, that was for babies. I dug myself out from the bottom and finally saw a glimmer of light pierce the brown mud. I pushed my hand towards it and finally felt air touch my pale skin. I cried out, feeling like a woman that had risen. Risen from a death I knew was coming. I knew Angel would find me. Find me he did, kill me he didn’t. I was buried alive, left for dead. Angel forgot one thing though, I was strong. Stronger than he’d ever be. I pulled myself out of the fresh grave, looked down and noticed another empty hole next to it. Santos, how could I forget? He had been found at the same time as me. My friend, my confidant, the only person who knew what I truly was. Where could he be? I heard a twig crack behind me, I moved rapidly and came up behind the hooded person. I was dirty, I smelled, but this person smelled stronger. The hooded stranger turned.
‘Santos! You’re alive. You smell disgusting.’
‘I could say the same about you Allyana.’
We walked away from the unmarked graves, both determined to find Angel and get our revenge. We both knew what the other was thinking. That was the thing about Santos and I, we were linked by a bond stronger than friendship. It was the vampyr bond.
I washed first, Santos waiting impatiently to rid himself of the stench of death. I scrubbed so hard, It felt like my skin was going to peel off. With my heightened senses, the smell made me nauseous. I very much disliked the smell of death. As I let the water cleanse me of the stench, I thought back to the day before. It replayed in my head over and over, like a broken record. I wanted it to stop, but it didn’t. I couldn’t shut it off, the events filled me with rage, at myself, at Santos, but mostly at Angel. He had been a friend, once upon a time, but he had taken it upon himself to kill us, after finding a certain scroll in Armania. He said that the rulers of the Vampyr clan would be a male and a female. He wanted it to be us, I wanted it to be the three of us.
‘Prophecies never change Allyana. I shall have to get rid of Santos.’
I had been shocked by his statement, so I told Santos. I shouldn’t have. The best friends became worst enemies, both men fighting for a prophecy that I had never even heard of. I wanted proof of such a prophecy, Angel had not been able to provide one. I didn’t take sides per se, but I much preferred ruling with Santos, he was a far better man. He had also lived longer than any of us, he had more experience, more of a perspective of the world. I loved both men like brothers, but I have always known that it would end up like this. I don’t know why, I just knew.
‘We need to leave Willowcreek. He will know that we are still alive.’
I looked up from the map.
‘I know Santos, but I am so angry. Why not find him and kill him?’
He sat down beside me.
‘We talked about this. If we go away, we can better plan our kill.’
‘It would be more of a surprise if we went right now and tore out his heart!’
I couldn’t control my emotions. I had lived here for the best part of the century. I didn't want to leave my home behind. It was no small thing, asking me to leave. Not asking, ordering.
‘Please listen to me Allyana this time.’
I nodded, I knew he was right. Maybe we could find others and ask for their help. Not many liked Angel, but his reputation preceded him and most were scared of him. I hated him, I wasn’t scared of him.
The windows were down, my long midnight hair flew up and around behind me. Santos was singing an old blues song we had danced to when living in the bayou all those years ago. I remembered the scene, Angel asking me to dance, me saying no, walking to the ladies room and meeting up with Louisette. We talked about the men at the dance. She was wiping blood off her chin the entire time. She had a little too much fun when it came to feeding. I was more reserved, I chose the silent ones. She liked the men and women who screamed and begged for mercy. We never killed the person, only sucked out the sweet nectar until we were satisfied, willed them into forgetting what had happened and we all went on our daily routine. I walked back to the dance, Santos was standing in the corner. I grabbed his hand, pulled him onto the dance floor and we danced close, while Angel watched from far away. I could remember his eyes, dark and scornful.
I woke up from my daydream and gasped.
‘Allyana, are you alright?’
I couldn’t believe what I was about to say.
‘There is no scroll or ancient prophecy. Angel has always been jealous. Of what, I don’t know. There has never been anything between us.’
‘Not for lack of trying.’
He chuckled. Did I hear him right?
‘Did you just say you’ve tried?’
He nodded. He was being serious.
‘Do you want more?’
He pressed hard on the brakes and swerved to the side of the desert road. He let go of the wheel and got close to me. In the blink of an eye, he was leaning over me and smiling.
‘I have waited Allyana.’
I looked into his light gray eyes, I had never realized they had speckles of green in them.
‘You turned me in 1908 Santos.’
‘I’ve waited a long time.’
I didn’t know what to say to him. Why wait so long to tell someone you have feelings for them? Did he have feelings for me?
‘Tell me now Santos. Don’t wait any longer.’
He brought his lips to mine and waited. I didn’t know how I felt, but I knew I wanted this right now. He deepened the kiss, broke it, kissed my eyelids, kissed his way down to my neck and tore my flesh gently. I held onto him while he took from me, weakening my knees and scrambling my brains. I had never felt such emotions. I felt like laughing, crying, pushing him away, pulling him close. He kissed me then, his lips wet with my own essence, I tasted myself, I tasted him. It was an erotic moment that lingered long after he ended the experience. I felt the engine roar and we were on the road again. What had just happened?