How could so much go so wrong in one day? She wanted to turn back time. She wanted him out of her life. The old saying appeared to be true, “Be careful what you wish for.” But did she want him out of it? Now her thoughts were turning selfish. He had not came out and said it, but she figured if vampires were the only ones with souls, be them good or dark, then the only way for her to see a heaven or hell was for her to receive what she at one time longed for. He interrupted her thoughts and continued, “The book as you know it, is somewhat true. The Old Testament is a recount of the stories that happened as told by men. But they did not know the Lilith equation, and felt it was a God that was leading them or trying to. The evil engulfing them was the evil of the Council. The creator figured the only way to solve this problem was to let the mortals keep believing in his title of God. Send an angel down to save all of humanity. It was a ploy to create our race. Lilith is smart, but she is still under the creator. He got her to believe with his Jesus story to save the mortals, that she forgot maybe a dark one who had been chosen by your God, would drink of the sacred blood and even the playing field. As you know that was my mother, Caelina. It was her thirst to see the light again, that she was willing to drink and risk death to save herself, but she saved humanity instead.”
Chapter 8
“You Must Be Born Again”
“Your New Testament is partial truths. The writer’s of those books were vampire’s created by my mother. She had them write out her tales of Jesus. She had followed him since his arrival. He knew his purpose and why he had come. But it had to be a mortal story. She had to have it written as such. Everything he taught and she had written about a new creature, being born again was for us. To this day, Lilith does not know any of this. It is blocked from things dark. We have the strange ability to reproduce, no one knows what would happen if the dark and light decided to mate. If male and female radiant ones conceive, it will be born a child of the light. If a female mates with a mortal male, as in my mother’s case, the child shall be mortal. And you know the results of you and I. Only two radiant ones can produce a vampire of the light, all others will be mortal. Your scholars have spent centuries trying to decipher some of Christ’s teachings. Even they have argued about it being literal or figurative. What you always understood as being born again was actually a message for us. It is really simple. To you being born again is believing in what you have read, and trying to follow a path that you do not know does not exist. You were to never be born again. It was like I have told you, it is like going to sleep one night and having no dreams, no thoughts, no nothing. You just cease to exist. It tells us, that you have to create radiant ones. Reproduce them, bite them, whatever, just do it. Everything you are learning here right now will become crystal clear if you decide to receive the bite. You would have known these things soon had I not told you, but I could not let you come into my world blindly. I wanted the truth laid out so you could decide for yourself.”
The headlines in the Times Picayune told the story the next morning. “Prostitute and Northshore Doctor found dead in seedy New Orleans East Hotel.” Seneca read the story, how the throats of both victims were ripped out, and knew it to be the work of Lilith. This would be the first of many more nights like it in Sin City. New Orleans had seen its share of weird things and grisly murders over the years, but they had never seen something as gruesome as was about to take place. In this day and time of social media and instant access, he knew it would quickly become national news. He knew as repugnant as it would be on a national level, it would be totally morbid locally and have the NOPD and other agencies trying to catch a creature they really didn’t want to. She would attack again and again, night after night in the same area. It would be the same pattern, hooker and client. And when all the killings became appealing enough to her, on the last night, she would let a victim survive. She would need someone to give a description and leave no doubt to him that she was on the prowl, searching, hunting, daring him to come to her. He was now wondering what he should do. He had felt the time was near, and they had talked about the bite on her thirty fifth birthday, Sort of a dark romantic idea that they would spend forever the same mortal age. Now, it appeared he was going to have to make a decision of his own, if she couldn’t decide what she wanted and soon. Could he bring himself to do what he said he never would again?
It was an ill conceived notion that vampires had to sleep during the day. The only thing the dark ones had to do was stay out of the sunlight. As long as they were in a dark room without access to the sun, sleep was something that could escape them for days. Lilith was feeling that ability now. She took great pride in seeing her work on the front page of a paper. If they thought that gruesome, they are sure to enjoy my second act she thought. It was funny to her that she would get to watch it all unfold, to sit in hiding as the bodies were found and then to read the headlines in the morning papers. She could feel the power in her, and knew the time would soon be here. It was time to take what she had always claimed to be rightfully hers. It seemed that throughout the centuries and the battles with Seneca were just simple tests, to see if he really was worthy, the one she needed to claim. She could have gotten it from any male radiant one, but she wanted the one that counted, the strongest of them all, their very male beginnings.
Caelina looked at her mortal son, and told him the day was at hand and he received something that even she could not explain. He would receive a gift that would open the doors to the universe, he would see secrets revealed that no mortal or dark vampire could ever conceive. She had kept her family safe. She had sworn secrecy and allegiance from him about who she was. The father must never know. It had taken her five years to finally convince him it was the true path in life he wanted to take. She had known it was better for some things to be vampire and some to be left mortal. His father, Felix, was one of those better left mortal, to just die and return to Mother Nature. He had wondered why she had the right to play God, to pick and choose between two kinds of dead. But she had known it was more than a life, death, or undead thing. For the radiant vampire would (if the day ever came) face three deaths, but really only two of which could actually happen. One being if it was born mortal, to stay that way and fade out, vanish to the dirt. Two if it received the bite and died to its human existence, and was reborn radiant, and three to have the stake through the heart and beheaded. For even a chance to live longer than the mortals, she had tried very hard to make it understood the bite was worth it. But she had known how the story would play out before he was born. She was the mother of all who were to come. The ways as to how she had been chosen to create the race to save it all had been revealed to her the day she awakened after drinking the most supreme blood of all. It was easy to see how the plan to save humans had been hidden from the eyes of Lilith.
She had lived her days among the women at the cross. When she awoke that day, she had been surrounded by them. The one called Mary the Magdalene had been there, as well as the Mary, the Mother of him. The Mother of him, had asked her all kinds of questions about being a follower and she had had no trouble convincing them that she had been. She could recite every word he had spoken throughout his teachings. They were quite amazed at how she could recall things they had long forgotten. She had still not been sure why she had not burnt up, left as nothing but a simple pile of ashes on the side of a hill. It was all revealed to her that night in a vision as she slept. She was shown the past and had her life as a mortal and a dark one revealed to her as what she was, could have been and became. She was to be the Mother, a new creator of another breed of vampire. Just as she had shed the cloud of darkness over her, and received a light inside, so would all those she should create from that day forward. She knew she had to start adding to her number. The vision had shown her how she would be fertile again and could conceive, but it would be a mortal child. She was the only one of her kind and it was to never be allowed for a child of the light to mate with the dark ones. The process would have to begin with the taking of
mortal life and letting them see what it truly meant to be born again.
Chapter 9
“A Blood Feast”
Lilith loved Mahdi Bras in New Orleans. It was one of the few things she did find a pleasure in. The other being her hatred for all things male and her blood lust. It was not uncommon for her to go on a rampage and kill as many as her cold heart desired on any given night. It was not about the drink, that was done out of necessity, she had always laughed when reading histories account of the “true blood” countess, Elizabeth Birdbath. History had always been a fool anyway, and in time the older a history lesson became the more distorted it was. It would never be known that it was she who had driven Elizabeth mad, haunting her dreams at night and leaving the messages of torturing all those young girls, and bathing in their blood. She loved the blood baths, made her think of the evil she had done over the years. Made her feel powerful in knowing it was she and she alone who was responsible for all things sinful in the existence of mortal man. She had taken something perfect and distorted it to a delightful imperfection.
Michael could attest to her hatred of the male anything, she simply did not care. The only reason most males were safe from her was because she did not like the stench of the blood that came from them. She always said that the blood of a woman was sweeter, she always took drink from a woman on her menstrual cycle, said she could smell the warmth in it, smell it clotting in her panties, liked the feeling of her wicked hand between the woman’s legs when she bit the neck. Her hatred for men caused her to play games with their mortal minds. She liked to seductively enter their minds at night, in the wee hours of the morn and stimulate them sexually causing what most called a wet dream. Even though it was pleasing to the men, she took joy in no one ever being able to explain why it happened. Most men would lie to save their macho egos and never tell about it. It was the ones whose wives or girlfriends woke up during the act that made her grin devilishly. Sometimes it caused nice little argument's at 3 in the morning.
She was eagerly awaiting her next feast tonight. With the spirit of carnival going on and right in the middle of the festive season, there would be much delight taken in causing a scare the city had never known. Her last scene had been tame to what they were about to witness. She was about to paint walls as well as the city red. A nice dark, crimson red. It was in these times and wonders of hellish rapture that she did not sleep. Did not care for it, for every day that she missed her hours enclosed in the darkness added a time of destructive precision to her plan. She could feel her eyes glow and her cold body almost warm to the thought of bringing a whole city under her will, her control, and they would never know it.
He knew her mind was set on a plan, he had seen that look a few times before, but he was not one to stay awake and revel in her joy of destruction. It would be what it was to be with or without him awake. He could feel the resentment growing inside himself every day for her. But should there not be a love for her? Had he ever loved her in terms of what most consider love? Was she a lover or a device to achieve what they both knew would one day happen. There was only one goal in any of this, and it mattered not whether they were lovers, acquaintances, or timeless mates, the blood of Seneca had to be obtained. It was almost as if they had fought forever mindless days to ultimately reach this time. He had never been able to understand why any of them had survived all the times and confrontations, but somehow they all had managed to part from each other timeless. The weaker of both species had always periled, And it had held true for the mortals too. But the vampire battles had always been that, vampire battles. The humans seems to get caught in them all, the fights of the undead and the wars they created among themselves.
Did he really know what he was now? He knew he had been mortal at one time, but he had lived this life for so long, it seemed the mortal side of him had become just a dream. In his reasoning he was older than Seneca and should have been rid of him by now, and with Lilith who no one knew of her age, it should have been an easy killing. He was hoping that as much as he was growing tired of her, he wanted it all over. He was growing tired of himself too. When he had became immortal, he thought the idea of forever was a dream. No death, no end, he would just exist, and eventually surpass time. And like every thought he had, it always took him to her and her existence. Where had she really came from? She seemed to be the very meaning of time itself. He would ponder it all later as he always did, it was time to get the mortals death rest.
She could smell the night falling and dusk creeping into her veins. She was feeling alive, unstoppable, but wasn’t she always? She had been undefeatable since she had been kicked out of the creators heaven and his mortals Garden. It was a feeling of great power to know her and her alone had been the originator of sin. She had started this whole mess of mortal damnation. She had dreamed of this day, this time. So many things were unknown to her but she knew this was her time, everything that was behind her was just that. She had promised the creator the day she would rule supreme, it all would be hers. She would take back heaven and establish her reign and create a new earth where the overthrown God would have to walk as she had been made to do since then. The sheer thought of it made her cold body tingle. She would go awake the idiot from his slumber and make him submit to her as she rode him like the unknowing slave boy he was. Watch him slice his wrist with his black nails of death so she could could suck him and taste last nights meal on her tongue. She would claw at his body in the turmoil of vampiric ecstasy and scream out in enchanted tongue sounds that could wake even the mortal dead. She did love the repulsiveness in undead sex. Even in its hard, fast and anger filled thrusts, it was more pleasurable than anything a mortal mind could imagine.
The night time air had a chill as cold as her blood, but soon her veins would be drinking in the warmth of another piece of her puzzle, sucking it down piece by piece until it was complete. She found herself back at the seedy motel she had visited last night. How did she feel tonight, was it a two or three course meal. And what might she have for dessert? It was apparent last nights killings had not slowed business on the Chef. There seemed to be no more or less of the NOPD riding up and down the streets, and the usual turn off onto the side road to receive their compensation for protecting these women. It was too easy, it always was. She was the master of the night, the Queen of darkness, impossible to catch and even more impossible to kill.
As the night before, she was in the room before they knew what was happening. The couple was in the act of taking their clothes off, and her being in the room, as if she had appeared out of thin air, made them both gasp. The man asked in a startled voice, “Who are you, and what do you want?” She simply smiled at him and turning to face the young girl, who could not have been more than nineteen, licked her lips. The man tried to speak again, but she held up her right hand and he was rendered speechless, his mouth was moving, but nothing was coming out. He felt the panic as he touched under his jaw with his right hand to make sure it was working. He turned and made a dash for the door, but with another move of her hand, all he did was trip over his feet and fall in the floor. He tried his best to move but couldn’t. He could feel his words pounding in his head, bouncing off the walls of his skull. Too many words, words of fear, words that replayed her feast of the night before in his mind. It was like he was watching a movie of his worst nightmare. The gore of the vision was too much for his stomach to take and her vomited on the floor.
Lilith once again looked at the girl, and just as she always did, placed her finger to her lips and devilishly said, “Shhhhhhhhh.” The young girl was too panic stricken to scream. She had seen the story in the paper this morning, and like so many others who would read these things, never believed it could happen to her. “Who are you, are you the killer from last night?” She stammered, her voice barely audible, her thoughts already knowing the answer. Their was something about this woman’s eyes that stood in front of her that she knew she was a dead girl. Lilith simply looked at her, and with a sarcastic glim
pse of pity from her eyes, said, “Yes, yes you are.”
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