Chapter 49 - Aflame

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The air was dark.

And it was water-stenched, not some kind of sewer-smell, but it was damp. And it was gloomy.

And it was dark.

She couldn't see a thing. It was dark. Completely dark.

Until a small flicker of light turned her around, a world upside down, and suddenly she was in the middle of nowhere. Nothingness until it turned into a field. Of flowers, the greens and the bluest of skies she'd seen, it was surreal.

She hoped it was a dream, or maybe she hoped it wasn't.

Then it turned into darkness in a blink of an eye, then it turned into a blinding light. From darkness, into a light of snow-  padded roads, and the same streets where she was once stood near a pole, and waited hours and hours for Cain to come back. And the one thing that she recognized.

It was still covered in snow. Of course, it was still winter. The cobbled street of where she stood and was left to wait for a long time. Where she was freezing cold after some time and was left confused on what the hell the man was doing. She felt uncomfortable standing alone. More so now, than it was at the other day, when it was actually really happening.

She remembered.

She couldn't once forget. It was like etched and carved in the back of her mind of a memory. And there, it stood, she turned around, the cafe- the same as it was, except it was hollow. Just chairs and tables prepped like a dessert-  until the man came out.

It was him.

The same man whom asked her out for a coffee one time, and whom she thought she wanted to ask and invite to her wedding. She hoped it wasn't that much, that he wouldn't take offend and be pleased that she was moving on with her life-- forward.

Until he had that smile on his face.
He was smiling.

The man from the cafe, he was in it. A dream.

Until he got out of the door with a jingle, the ordinary, usual jingle to a shop. And he came towards her. She didn't know why, he was wearing normal clothes, a blue jacket and a white, slightly cream inner shirt. And from that afar she could see, he was quite displeased, a whole- displeased. With his smile etched on his face that she could see as he approached.

He came closer, and closer, until he was now at an arm's reach as she could hear the taps of his shoes crunching below his boots. Or sneakers.What the men usually wear, pumps. Shoes, with onyx black. Tainted by the snow. 

She had forgotten his name. But she didn't say a word.

He came closer until he was at an arm's reach.

Then somehow, her view turned 180° and she was now facing the other way. One of when she had it to her back once, and she saw that nothing was there. Except the man in front of her. He was really close, but not sexually close. With his hands in his pockets, and the buildings gone from her view.
Everything. They disappeared. No light lamps, no poles, no posts, nothing. And certainly, no people.

And she was confused, disappointed on why it had to be that way. In this way, her gaze took in only his face; and there was nothing else. No items, no people, just the two of them, and the cafe built behind her.

Odd. She knew.

Until she focused back on the man before her. The man, still smiling. There was nothing. Just a simple smile playing on his lips. And she didn't even have a mirror, not even knowing what face she was making at the moment -  or what she was doing.

"A-Averithe." He greeted.

"How'd you know my name?"

"You introduced yourself to me, remember?"

No. Not that she could remember to think of.

"Well-- how'd you been?"
He shrugged slightly with both hands pocketed in the side of his jeans.

She didn't know what to answer.
"Oh, I've been well."

That is. Until he took a step closer and closed the space between them, in an instant, that they were now face to face closer than ever. Covering the space between them, and they could only exchange intertwining air, Averithe listening in on the huffs and the puffs of clouds he was letting out.

He looked up at her, and so she did, look at him back, into his eyes that she saw.

And then it turned red. His eyes suddenly turned a ruby blood. And she knew what it was. It was a killer. The one etched in the books which she imagined. A whole lot of red. He was a vampire.

Really? Must everyone have secrets of their own?

This must be a dream. It must be. She couldn't spin and run, her legs were frozen to the ground and this was 100% a dream. She could only stare at them. The reddest of red, a shade of onyx at the sides swirling in madness. Just a bit before returning to its original color.
Red.

Reds that would defeat the purpose and the whole existence of blood.

Then he smiled. Purely, innocently.

It was that after all, that his eyes turned a far darker color. The reddest, red of a red she'd ever seen in her entire life. And she almost wanted to slap herself awake. But she couldn't. She was frozen. And if she tried to, she was afraid one bit of suspicion could get her killed. Suspect it was a dream. And the fear caught onto her. Crept up her back as she felt it creeping up to the front of her stomach.

This was a dream. Clearly. She missed Cain. And it sucks she couldn't tail or run, or even punch him in the face or in the gut,  -  or anything.

"Averithe." He spoke lowly, almost whisperingly. "You need to run."

She almost shouted, "What?"
Is he insane? What nonsense was he speaking?

"We are the same.." He reached a touch on a trail of her hair falling on the side of her cheek, frosting around his finger.

"'What do you mean?"

"I'm a vampire.. You're a vampire."

Yes, I know I was vampire. I was born with it, you bitch. She was starting to feel annoyed.

She knew what he was. He was a vampire.Definitely. Crude, a crude one. Before he was human, and she thought he looked pretty nice. And now she had no idea what to say. Or what he was trying to say.

"You better run." He whispered, so close to her ear as a wisp of snow.

He spoke again when she didn't answer, "I kept my presence as a vampire hidden as a secret."

"And?"
She now had her arms across her chest.

"You are about to wake up."

Wake up?

He looked behind his back abruptly, at a turn of his neck as if afraid something was coming out to get him.

Let it eat him.

He and returned his gaze to her. He said, "You're a vampire." He whispered. "I didn't know you could be so.. beautiful." His fingers still touching her tendrils. "Your hair.. Auburn-  but dark, as if- so pure." That he stroked her hair once again before letting it down, her loose tendrils on the side of her cheeks as it swayed in motion, before coming to a stop.

Both sides falling upon her frame that cascaded recklessly down her shoulder. She didn't know where she got that hairstyle from. All she knew was her hair wasn't that long.

She didn't know why, but if she could, she would already cut her hair off.

So eerily and creepily, that he gazed, and she gazed down towards her hair, or her shoulder and that the color was awfully different. It was slightly less auburn than it was before. She didn't pay attention, maybe. She guessed the color could've stayed for longer.

She felt something. And she looked back up until the lights suddenly covered him, enveloping him around a blinding light like a heavenly creature.

It was weird. Odd. He was crude, yet seeming so purely innocent- a heavenly image picturesque.

She couldn't quite get her head around it. And she chose to forget, whatever happens after this.

"Remember, run!" He hollered, a hand to the side of his mouth as if it echoed, as he did shoutingly, as his voice was slightly faded, and a slight of a muffled and as if the light was pulling him backwards away from her. And it was as if, he sucked and into the eye of the blinding, treacherous light, as his figure dissipated into the frame, and disappeared into nothingness.

There was light. A vast, wide space.

She was standing in it. On it. That was the only thing she could see from her point of view.

Birth.

She could hear the muffles and the slight sounds of her mother humming.
She knew where she was. In her mother's womb. And that's all it took before she went downwards and sucked into an endless vortex, invisible, but she knew it was her.

And that she realised, it was a glimpse of her unreached memory?

Feeling the heavyweight eyelids around her eyes. And the bed she was laying on. Breathing steadily as her chest heaved up and down. She was sleeping.

She could feel them.

The cool air sensing into her, and an unfamiliar, beautiful wisp of a sunflower-hibiscus-jasmine.. Scent of a lavender-lilac.

As she tried to creep her eyes open.

Feeling them stuck to the socket as she tried, an ache, unfamiliar and
so unholy to the gods that she would rip it off her own eyes if her arms had the muscles to move.

And that she did, she slowly opened them to catch a stare at the cream, frosting-white of a ceiling staring back at her. It was her room.. Or so she thought.
It was a different one. She realized.
But no matter.

She slowly sat up. Her elbows propelling under her to sit as usual, as she'd always done in every morning.

She felt heavy. But her lungs, her breath- felt light as a feather, but overall weak, she didn't even want to get out of bed. She heaved out.

The last smell of oxygen that was endearing, or what could be of such  the smell of such wood and the ceramical chemical walls that it was built out of.

She didn't know.

Her mind whirled. She didn't feel she knew the man anymore, it was as if he was unrecognizable.

Not as if they were best buds.
Not as if they'd hung out like any other time, but she had met him that one time; and she'd always get a sense around people. And she'd always felt she'd always known him. Until her sleepless night-  a dream.

And maybe this time, she was wrong.

She didn't want to know anymore. Or think about the man circling in her head like some roller coaster, merry-go-round.
Useless.

He was a vampire, and it was okay. But it no longer did feel anything like him, it didn't feel like him anything at all.
She didn't feel of any sort of connections when she first met him. That one time when he seemed so sweet, and so pure and innocent. He felt like a whole different being. Or a slight something, that said it was him or anything at all.
It wasn't anything like it was before.
She didn't know him at all.
Or that he was just an impostor or a man in disguise wearing  werewolf suit to disguise himself in.

She didn't know anymore. She didn't care. She didn't want to think. He wasn't going to kill her from just that, would he? He seemed so.. murderous. And how did he enter into her dream? He was a vampire, not a succubus. Could vampires do that too?

If so, she would be in a whole lot of trouble. Cain could come in and probe in.. all of her secrets. She wasn't a man who kept porns as treasures, no. She was just.. being private, and she liked it, very much to keep it that way, yes.

She looked back. Her mind working. And one look at his eyes, she knew. What he meant'. Her eyes seemed to burn, as they warmth her over, and turned to a dance of hotness. It was just warm.

She heaved a small, quiet sigh.
She didn't know what happened. Why was she thinking of this man anyway?
And throw out any ideas when she wanted to invite him to her wedding.

She sensed an abrupt figure, a someone coming to her side. She turned abruptly. 'Or' by her bedside, and as she looked, it was her husband. It was Cain.
One of the names of the that she'd forgotten multiple times before actually remembering it, and calling him that way.
The only one.

To-be husband. Her mind reminded.

And she almost snapped back at it, of that she knew. It was just a reflex.
But she stopped herself.

To which Cain suddenly heaved out a sigh of relief, a breath, "Were you having nightmares?" His sweat could be seen treading down the slight of his forehead.

Wearing nothing but a casual shirt and his jeans chiming as he lodged to the other side, standing before her in her sleepless gown, and in panic that he suddenly appeared. He had felt the sudden atmosphere in the house. It was ethnic. Not common, and not the kind of feeling of danger he'd always felt before. It was a churn. Of a striking churn of his entire being. And a churn in his blood. He didn't know what.

She sat up. Straighter.

She-  the purest of eyes he'd ever seen.
So beautiful, like the reddest color of a flower, or a red moon he'd always seen once in a while in books, and once in his life. The moon. Could prove courageous or bold at the same time.. Her pores seemed to shine like grace and porcelain-like as she sat, propelled.

Her eyes were, to be pink as a cherry, but in the midst of--  red. Red as rose, and the color of a midnight-pink dusk on the irises. Of blood and pink. He wanted to ask, but no words came out of his throne.
And she looked at him, her husband, as a confusing look crossed his face, and she wondered why for a second, before his contortions looking like at ease, and he was staring at her with his usual, stone-faced of an expression.
Mostly happy, he looked like.

And she felt like she had been gifted a whole new set of eyes, clearly, being able to see and now noticing the hues of his eyes on a sharper, intensifying hue.

That the swirls of green on his right seemed more abstract than the left. The left side seemed to be in a symmetrical summer hue, arranged in a clockwise enclosing around his blue eyes. It was Hazel. Beautiful sea-waves.

And she blinked.

He couldn't speak. That his mouth went agaped. It wasn't pink, it was grape. A fruit of its most natural color. He knew what she saw, deep down, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He saw her to be the most beautiful creature he'd ever seen. And that he sensed it in his blood. She was one of theirs. One of his kind. The blood folded, and it churned as Cain and Averithe could each other smiling.

Down to the core that they felt.

They were made for each other. Cain forgoing before her, of course.

And of course, she was his wife. To be his wife.

She looked so much different, that he wanted to flaunt her off to the world and show her off, that he was especially, the luckiest one-of-a-kind of a man in the whole world. And that the day that he married her. He couldn't feel any luckier than ever. That would be soon, and he'd have to wait for quite a while.

And that she kind of looked intimidating, intimidatingly beautiful to him. That he wanted to approach and hug her, but he held himself back.

And one glance, she knew.

She was a vampire.

Which that she also knew, the man of the name she'd forgotten. Of what the man wanted. The man wanted her to stay sleepless, not to awake. To stay asleep and forever and into the human that she was born into. Except she had vampire's blood.

Of a vampire blood that she was born into and had it running, and coursing, through her veins, staying hidden for the longest time that it was asleep-  she was slightly bloodthirsty.

But she wouldn't eat. No.

She wouldn't crave a blood sip and drink human blood for all the lives that she'd went through. Maybe at dinner.

When she was starving and practically dying to live-  a drink of need.

And that it struck him to a realizing. Of his brain that was slow to process at the moment, admiting an enchantment towards her eyes. Her figure. And her overall being.

As he saw her eyes ignited into his. And that it caught Averithe's attention. And it went aflame, as she saw her eyes to be, as she saw his eyes to be.

As he saw her colors to be -
on fire. His eyes zoned in.

He knew what was coming, but never expected this. Now, of all times. He couldn't possibly expect. Her, sitting with such grace, and a posture so elegant and so eloquently to the eyes that any man would die for her if she went to a party --  such as the ball.

Or if she stood at a podium as a hostess, or one of the candidates for a rental-maid for a day.

Any guy would be lucky or would be pleased on their way-  even forcing their legs to ask her out.

That was not happening. Ever. He would not take her to such things except if it was not requested -  or if he was not requested.

Royal. And heir to the importance of the duties of his house. He swore an oath in himself. As she sat in front of him with her being, a being with such a stature, and her figure questioningly staring back it him. It was such quietness, and such a face of such innocence.

"Cain?" She called out.

He knew what just happened.

That she had an awakening.

And now she was a vampire.


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