Delivered to Eternity, An Alesta the Vampire Book

by Yirak, Laura

  “No I‘m not and there‘s only one way to find out, isn‘t there. You can leave and see this all out or you can stay where you are for I can keep the Father here forever if I need to so you might as well save yourself some time, but if you decide to do this there is no scaring the staff or the customers, you can do what you like outside of this place as long as I don’t have to know about it.”

  The suspense was killing her as she watched Ian‘s black eyes so black against the deep blues of her night vision.

  He gave a long blink before speaking, “Deal!” he said.

  She put her hands up to her face and then put them in front of her, “You mean it?”

  “Yes. I guess all this time all I have wanted is to be noticed…..by you.”

  “Ian!!!!!! I never meant for any of this to happen to you.” She felt relieved finally and watched the shadow vampire leave the Father’s body.

  Ian stood beside her as a dark shadowy figure looking back at the Priest his voice became a whisper now as he had no physical vocal chords, “You know where to find me Alesta.”

  He hugged her and to her it felt like a cold breeze and then he was gone.

  “Holy hell!” she said. “Father, you’re free.”

  “What happened?” Father Mac Namara looked around disoriented finally focusing on Alesta’s bright blue eyes that watched him in the dark.

  “What are you?”

  Her eyes were so intense now.

  “Whatever it is it’s not human.”

  “I have no answer for you Father.”

  “God knows what you are.”

  “That he does Father.”

  “You can still find him. I’m here…..if you ever want to.”

  “God has no place for me,” she said holding his eyes.

  “God has a place for all.”

  “Not for the damned Father.”

  They left the conversation at that and Alesta opened up his cell.

  “You must not know the way. I’m going to cover your eyes now.”

  The path was long and disorienting to Father Mac Namara. She was obviously leading him around in circles or something to throw of his senses and after taking many, many stairs up, passing through some hallways and doors, which he barely had the energy for, she uncovered his eyes to a bedroom. It was Victorian in style, very well decorated in dark colors.

  “This is my room Father, you already stayed here as you probably don’t remember, but you are welcome to stay here and rest, get washed up, for as long as you like. I can get you whatever you want, have your clothes cleaned, you just tell me.”

  “I’m still hungry,” he said.

  “I can do that too.”

  “How about some tea? What day is it? What time is it? I’ve lost track of all of it.” He moved to the window and pushed the heavy dark drapes over a little to see the moon reflecting off the loch, but from his angle he couldn’t see the bright orb itself.

  “It’s about 11 I suppose. Saturday. You’ve not been here long Father.”

  “It was an eternity to me. I’ll never take my freedom for granted again…..or this body.”

  The Father was a bit rough looking, in need of a shave, but he was still tanned and still as handsome as ever. Alesta almost regretted that he was oh so holy, but she took one look at him and knew that he was doing exactly what he was supposed to in life. He was a Priest and was to be respected for that.

  “The shower is through there, you’ll find a robe in my closet and you can leave your clothes on the bed, I will have them washed…..let’s see…..”

  “I don’t think I need anything else,” he interrupted. “Have people been looking for me?”

  “Yes……Yes Father they have indeed, many people looking for you. You have been reported missing and I have no idea what you are going to tell them. I suppose I am at your mercy aren’t I?”

  “What do you mean? You helped me; you rid me of that thing. I can’t thank you enough. Who knows what would have happened. How did you do it anyway? How did you unpossess me?”

  “You know, I never thought it would be so easy, but all it came down to was reason.”

  “Reason?”

  “Well, we have an agreement, Ian and I, all I can say to you is…..stay away from my waterfront.”

  “Aye. I will definitely take your word for it. Why me anyway…..why?”

  “Eh…..well…..that is complicated Father, maybe too complica…..

  “I get it. I get it…..your secret. Whatever it is?”

  “Yes. So what do you plan on telling the world? You had quite a wild night on the town, you’ve been missing. What are you going to say?”

  “Don’t worry about it, I’ll figure something out I suppose. I feel a bump on my head, maybe I’ll tell them I fell and went a wee bit crazy or something. I just hope I’m still a member of the ordained.”

  “I hope so too Father.”

  “I have no idea what Father White is going to say when I get back.”

  With that, Alesta left the Father be while he ate and readied himself for the journey back to St. Michaels. She put a call into the main house and let Judy know she could come over and see him. Judy was just about to go to bed, but eagerly managed to pull some clothes back on and knocked on Alesta’s door.

  “Come in. He’s upstairs, should be down soon.”

  Judy shuddered, “It’s a wee bit chilly.”

  Alesta agreed with her.

  “I just canny believe it. He’s really okay. I thought I’d just about killed him.”

  “No, he’s just alive as you are,” Alesta smiled.

  “I‘m in shock. Ian is just gone, just like that?” Judy took a seat in the living room, fidgeting just a little. “I told Patrick before I left, he didny even look the least bit surprised. Maybe he’s tired. I don’t know.”

  “Yes. You don’t have to worry about Ian…..and Patrick, well maybe he is tired. It‘s been a hectic day for you both.” Alesta stood behind Judy and squeezed her shoulder a little. “Tea Judy?”

  “Oh no, not at this time, I can already tell I’m not going to sleep well tonight, all this excitement and stuff.”

  “Oh, I hear him now.” Alesta looked back towards the hallway and they both awaited Father Mac Namara who only wore a white robe.

  Judy stood up to greet him, she looked so happy, “Oh Father, you’re all right. Oh your head.”

  Alesta hadn‘t told him the cause of the bump and wasn‘t going to.

  “I’m fine Judy. Don’t worry now.”

  “I canny help it Father, I feel so…..responsible. I called you here in the first place. I am so…..”

  “Judy,” he stopped her apology, “It’s my duty. You didn’t know, I didn’t know.”

  “I’m so sorry,” she still apologized.

  “Everyone is safe.”

  “And wee Sister Ellen, she’s been in trouble.”

  “What?” Father Mac Namara had no recollection of her involvement.

  “She’s the one who followed you to town, she came today and the police were here and…..”

  Now Alesta quickly interrupted her, “I took care of all that. The Sister has been covering for you. The police, well they left here and didn’t discover a thing.”

  “But how did they know to come here?” he asked.

  “They followed Sister Ellen.” Judy said. “She didny know.”

  “Sister Ellen…..she’s always been so quiet, so obedient.” Father Mac Namara looked worried. “I must go to her. As soon as my clothes are dry. I need to leave.”

  “I’d give you a ride, but considering the police were just here,” Alesta said.

  “Yes and we can’t call a taxi, it’ll be traced. I’ll walk.”

  “It’s cold out.” Judy said.

  “After what I have experienced, the cold is nothing.”

  That left them all feeling a little humbled and so they waited for the Father’s clothes to dry and said their goodbyes. The Father gave Alesta a reassuring nod, thank
ed her again and Judy choked up a little, with one tear rolling down her rosy cheek. He wiped it away for her and gave her a friendly hug.

  Judy and Alesta walked him out and stayed at the edge of Alesta’s drive till they both could no longer see the Priest.

  Chapter 13

  The act had been painful, bitter, and undignified, and now Alesta sat in the cell looking at the open door in front her. It was still swinging a little. She had not been used like that in quite some time and letting the infamous Ro do it to her had gone against all of her vampire instincts, but it had been a necessary evil. He was a messy eater and she looked down at her own drops of blood on the stone floor, still bright and wet. Her neck ragged.

  She had entered his cell to check on him letting him think that he had caught her off guard. Doing so had been trickier than originally planned as you couldn’t just walk right in and say take me, rather she knelt over him just long enough for him to catch a grip of her, pretended to lose her balance and had struggled just long enough for him to think that she was seriously resisting him. It was like the cat that caught the mouse.

  Her Ro had taken the bait and now was out there scrambling around her long torch lit halls looking for a way out, only partially up to his ideal strength as he had not fed for long. In fact he was a wreck of a vampire, completely desperate, filthily dressed, covered in a mix of dry and fresh blood, old nasty river bank mud, hair a dark color of something fowl, and the smell, it was not to be desired. The shot at freedom had outweighed his desire to fully feed. Now he was just able to make it, barely. Nicholas was in silent pursuit of the new escapee.

  Catching up to them would be difficult as Alesta needed to regain her energies. Luckily the all abiding Allister was up in his room.

  “I’ve been waiting for you.” Allister sat on his bed speaking to the dark. “I could feel you coming.”

  Her blue eyes flashed out from the shadowed corner and he took his position in the center of the bed laying his head down on his fluffed up pillow in knee-jerking anticipation. It was the excitement that only an addict had before they indulged in their vice of choice. She stepped out dressed from head to toe in a shade darker than her eyes, tight pants and a button up shirt, her hair as black as black. She was the devil in blue and she smiled with her glistening fangs. It was an agreeable exchange.

  Alesta positioned herself on top of Allister’s willing body and fed off him, this time more personally at his old rough neck. He closed his eyes as if he was in a place that one could only dream of and let her grab him by his salt and pepper roots as that was the only thing in the world that he wanted nor would ever want. She pressed him down to the bed hard and he gripped the covers as she drank his hot metallic blood.

  “Don’t stop,” he whispered as she drew her fangs up, he yelped at the pain. “Don’t leave me.”

  “I must go.” She leaned over the old man’s face, eye to eye and said no more as he was not going to argue with her, it was an inherited instinct once one became dependent upon the damned.

  The high would last hours at best, enough for Allister to fall asleep to and stay asleep for more than a night’s rest, his memory of it all just glimpses of a dream. It was Allister’s last night at the Manor, and he would always be left with an insatiable pang for the place and the enchanting Lady.

  Alesta took her place on the Manor roof top and leaned against the old stoned chimney. There was a light breeze in her hair and the gleam of the moon on her pink cheek. All of her focus was placed on the stirring waters from the loch below.

  “Nicholas!” she called out to her master through her thoughts and waited for a response.

  “I’m in the city,” was his answer.

  In her mind’s eyes the message from him came. She saw a newer building, silver, not too tall, not too obvious in amidst all the other city buildings. The target became clearer to her, its direction pinpointed like a sight on a target.

  It was time to transform into something noticeable but not too. One might look up and wonder if it was a flock a small birds as she passed, but not a swirl of little black bats. The only giveaway was their little bright glowing blue eyes, though she tried not to look directly at anyone on the way. Like an organic mass, they swarmed towards Glasgow.

  “Meine Liebe! What took you so long?” Nicholas sat perched on the roof top, dressed head to toe in black, wearing a shirt the male version of Alesta’s.

  “I had to feed. You knew that was the plan.” Alesta had taken original form again.

  “I heard you cringing with Ro, quite a put on if I ever heard one. He didn‘t even suspect, you must have fought him hard?”

  Alesta made a sound of disgust, “I did. He’s here now?”

  “Yes, he entered through the front main entrance after waiting for several minutes. Was surprised they let him in by the looks of him. What is this building?”

  “I don’t know. It’s newer, haven’t been in the city much. This is the industrial area. No high fashion here.”

  “There are no signs.” Nicholas turned and faced the locked exit door that lay before them. “Should we enter?”

  “Why not?” Alesta followed behind Nicholas feeling the buzz of the night.

  “You made a right muck up of things didn’t you? You‘re a bloodied mess, Jesus!”

  Ro did not even attempt to make eye contact with Lachlan who sat looking pristine and clean in black.

  “You lost another one and you got locked up by Alesta, Lady of the Manor,” Lachlan laughed heartlessly. “I’d say you deserve all that happened. I don’t think I’ll be needing your services anymore and for all this maybe I should…..”

  “I’ll leave.” Ro sounded just like he looked, “Just skip our agreement with Balara.”

  Lachlan continued laughing as if that was even an option for the battered Ro, “I will and I’m sure she won’t mind either. I think the sooner you leave the better before I change my mind and …..well look at you…..worthless…..shodden…..bloody hell.”

  Ro turned to leave Lachlan’s office almost relieved that Lachlan had not decided to just kill him then and there and let out a sigh that he was unaware of. He opened the door handle and felt a hand on his shoulder and a powerful grip on his neck.

  All he saw next was tile as Lachlan ripped Ro’s head from his weakened body and tossed the bloody dripping lump to the floor.

  “He’s dead.” Alesta stopped their descent; they had both become invisible and were sneaking down the narrowed green lit stairwell.

  “Who’s dead?” Nicholas answered.

  “Ro.”

  All this time Alesta had not noticed her connection to Ro and that it had always been there regardless of her dislike of him. Now it was as if something had been snipped from her, like someone removing part of your body without the pain. It was just a feeling of a lack of something, but she knew it was him.

  “I hadn’t realized that we were connected.” They both stopped by a window and she peered out reflectionless.

  “You were his master, his creator, though you did not fully acknowledge it. It is a good thing that you didn’t for if you had been closer to him, this loss would be taking a greater toll on you physically.”

  “So am I connected this way to the others?”

  “Yes,” Nicholas said. “As I am to you, they can hone into you as you do to me.”

  “But they do not.”

  “Maybe they do but you have closed yourself to them. You do not practice all that has been bestowed upon you as a vampire do you?”

  It was a hard truth that she barely acknowledged. It had never been her choice to be a vampire so she had not fully embraced all that went with it.

  “No,” Alesta answered after a while.

  They were both invisible, but they could see each other as if they were shadows.

  “Well maybe you should work on this as well,” Nicholas said. “Progress your training, you have been a vampire long enough to have even mastered some of these skills.”

 
; “Not tonight, aye…..I need to know why Ro is dead first.”

  “Well there’s a door let’s go through it.”

  “Right.” Alesta was not particularly fond of the hard reality that was hers and Nicholas always seemed to remind her of it.

  The building was very new, the paint smelled fresh and the halls were a bright white though darker in a lower lit fluorescent. They moved along without any hint of sound, it was like they were not even there.

  “I hear a cry,” she whispered.

  They followed the weak noise further down the hall and to the right and all the way to the end where they both paused and peeked in through the crack of the open door. The scene was one that Alesta was not expecting, lines of perfect white cribs, surreal considering their location. She could hear a soft voice trying to sooth the crying newborn. They pushed the door open a little further to see a small, thin woman with long platinum blonde hair rocking the baby, trying to give it a warm bottle.

  “It’s okay, mummy is here.” She soothed the newborn till it calmed down and took the bottle. It groaned while it fed, like it was starving, but that was the sound most newborns made while feeding.

  Nicholas spoke to Alesta but only in her mind, his message passed as quickly as a thought, “She’s a vampire,” he said.

  “And those are the missing babies,” Alesta answered back.

  They retreated back down the hall and the vampire they had witnessed did not notice their presence.

  “I can’t believe it.” Alesta whispered now, “They’re alive. Ro didn’t eat them. My god. I was wrong.”

  “What the hell is a vampire doing with all those babies? And she referred to herself as Mummy. Twisted,” Nicholas added.

  “Jesus,” Alesta said. “We’ve got to get them out of here. They don’t belong here.”

  “Now?” Nicholas said, “We should come back better prepared.”

  “Prepared with what? With who?”

  “We could notify the Constable.”

  “She’s a vampire. She could hold the police off and there may be more. We have to do this now. It is unexpected. We’ll take her out and then the rest of them with us.”