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by CELENE CAREY

  “Shhh Chantel, don’t try to speak, you are very badly injured. I am bringing you to the church where our priest will, I pray to the Dark Lord below, be able to heal you.” Ethan’s arms were steady and his words were spoken in a hushed tone that made Chantel worry how badly she was injured. Blackness began to cloud her mind again and she fell back into a dreamless sleep as Ethan rushed her through the woods.

  They had made it to the church before the sunrise, Chantel had been so close to death when they arrived that she had barely been able to respond to the priest’s inquiries about what had happened to her. She kept falling in and out of consciousness and was only managing to make out bits and pieces of things being said around her. At one point, she heard the priest tell Ethan that Chantel wouldn’t make it through the day unless they were able to replace the energy and blood that she had lost from the impact. There was internal bleeding and she was going to take a few weeks to heal from the cracked ribs. The priest explained to Ethan that Chantel was very lucky to be alive, that her lungs narrowly missed being popped from the force of the fall. But her stomach was bleeding, and he could attempt to heal that with magic and potions, however, the best thing for the wounds at this stage, and the only thing that would truly give her the strength she needed to heal herself, would be fresh human blood.

  Ethan leaned down and stroked Chantel’s hair back from her face. He whispered in her ear that he would do anything he could to protect her; she wasn’t going to die like this, not here and not today. He kissed her swiftly on her forehead and turned in a whirl of black cloak to leave the church. Chantel’s eyes closed once more and she slept with wicked dreams of falling down an endless pit with no bottom.

  Several days later, Chantel awoke with a jolt and looked around her, very disoriented and confused. Within moments, Ethan’s long legs carried him across the expanse of the great hall that she recognized as the basement of their church.

  “You’re awake!” Ethan knelt down beside the cot she was laying on and touched her hand ever so softly. “I’ve never been happier to see those beautiful, shining eyes Chantel.” Ethan reached up and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear before leaning over and kissing her cheek with the softness of a butterfly.

  “I remember falling… What did I do Ethan?” Her eyes wide, she listened to him explain the injuries she sustained and that once the priest had told him she wouldn’t make it without fresh human blood, that he had done something bad. He explained to Chantel that he had rushed off and taken the first pair of young women he had found wandering the streets late that fateful evening.

  “You know better than to kill the innocent Ethan!” Chantel shot up into an upright position and sat staring at her stepbrother, she winced and grabbed at her ribs in pain, “You shouldn’t have done that! The repercussions could mean your death now!”

  “I had no choice Chantel! I couldn’t lose you… I would be lost in this world without you. It’s been you and me against the world since your mother and my father passed away. You’re all I have Chantel, the only thing in this world that I love or care about. Those girls were innocent, yes, but you are my sister, my sweet, kind sister. If I had to choose again, their lives for yours, I wouldn’t think of it… they would die a million times over if it meant I could save you from harm.” Ethan pushed his hair back, rubbing his hand across his head and let out a huge sigh, looking down to the ground. He looked defeated, sad and lost. It made Chantel’s heart hurt to see him struggling with something so big, something that made her charismatic and strong brother suddenly seem so uncharacteristically weak and small.

  “Oh Ethan…” Chantel grabbed his face between her hands and forced her brother’s eyes to face her own. “I love you Ethan, Thank you for doing what you did to save me. I would be lost in this world without your strength and your love to guide me, without your protection.” She looked him deep in his eyes and felt this overwhelming urge to kiss him on the lips, but instead she tilted his head down and brushed her soft lips on his forehead. “Whatever the repercussions are of this Ethan, I will be by your side. Whatever comes, we will stand side by side and face it, and fight it, and win as we have before.”

  Ethan reached up and took her hands off his face, and, holding them tight in his own strong hands he raised them to his lips and gently kissed each of her lean fingers. “You say that I am strong Chantel, but you are the strength that fights inside me to survive. Each day you make me a better man. I will always protect you, whatever the cost.” He looked at her and for a moment his blue eyes danced with a darkness that frightened Chantel, but before she could look to see what it was, it vanished and all that was left was love.

  CHAPTER 3

  Chantel picked up the pace as she rounded the corner of First Avenue, the street that led her back to the church. Climbing the steps one at a time, she could feel a pang from her ribs with each step. Chantel approached the big doors and wrapped her small hands around the brass handle. Anticipating a bad smell to come flooding out, she pulled open the heavy door with as much force as she could muster. No smells came out the doors, only the soft sounds of the piano playing in the corner. She could see the priest sitting and playing, his hands moving methodically across the keys as his eyelids stayed closed, his body slowly swaying back and forth to the music. Chantel walked slowly up to where he played, trying to not disturb him. She saw his eyes flutter as she approached, and his lips opened and sighed before he started speaking.

  “Chantel, your energy is getting stronger now. I did not expect you would be able to return this soon to clean up the mess that lay below, but I am glad you’re here child. I have not the strength for moving bodies and digging graves, not for many, many years.”

  “Yes, I have come to do what I can to hide the damage… Father, I am worried for Ethan. He has been gone nearly five days and I have not heard a word. It shouldn’t take this long for him to get an answer, should it?” Chantel wrung her hands in worry and the priest reached out to touch them.

  “Do not worry my child, your brother will return to you and the Vatican will grant him amenity against his sins to the church. Of this I have faith.” The priest stood up and walked slowly over to the gates that led down to the basement’s hallways and rooms. “For now we must focus on remedying what we can here and now, in order to protect ourselves from the wrath of the law here in Washington.” He led Chantel down the winding staircase to the basement, and she began to smell something sticky sweet and fragrant that was attempting to cover up the heavy smell of iron that was in the air.

  “Father, they have been spending each night, from dusk till dawn, at our home, waiting for Ethan to return. They refuse to speak to me about any of it. They are very silent and cold while they wait, hardly speaking to one another. They have some kind of agenda; I fear that they may have already decided what they want to do to Ethan, what punishment they plan to lay. I pray that they are not condemning him to death for saving my life.” Chantel shot at sideways glance at the priest, attempting to see a change on his face that would give away his true thoughts. Chantel always felt that he concealed much in the way of his thoughts on things. But there was nothing that crossed his face this time, nothing to give away if he knew something more than she did, or if perhaps he agreed with her fears.

  “Everyone has an agenda in this world, my child. Ethan had an agenda that night, it was to save you. On this day, our agenda is to clean up the mess that was left behind in the saving of your life. And tomorrow, a new path will present itself, as they always do, each time the dawn comes. Life will go on and you should never fear the unknown, for fear of fear is what really prevents us from living. Just do what you can on this day, and know that Ethan is doing what he can to remedy the situation in Italy now.”

  “Yes Father, you are right.”

  Chantel walked with the priest in silence as the smells grew stronger. They reached the far back room and turned the corner. She could see what was causing the sticky sweet smell; there were mounds of burning F
rankincense smoking away in a big pile on a gold stand. Lowering her gaze to the left side of the stand, she could see the bodies of two young women lying side by side. The candle light from the walls was illuminating their pale, ghostly skin in way that sent a chill down Chantel’s spine. They were thin, too thin for being dead only a week and their delicate bodies were preserved in a way that wouldn’t make sense to the authorities, however, it made perfect sense to Chantel.

  When a vampire sucks blood from a victim, they release two special chemical compounds back into the victim’s bloodstream; the first is a chemical that works on a molecular level to prevent the decomposition of the body, in case the vampire needs to keep the body to feed off of for several days. The second chemical that’s released into the victim is a toxin similar to a benzodiazepine, such as Ambien or Morphine, which causes the human body to slip into a near coma. This allows the vampire to simply carry away his prey without a fight. For these two girls in particular however, on top of those special chemical compounds that Ethan had released into them while he had first taken a bite from the soft flesh of their necks, the priest had also utilized an embalming fluid to ensure that the rot was minimal over the time that he had to store their bodies in the church’s basement.

  The fragile paleness of the young women’s skin merely showcased what happens to a body when the blood is drained from the corpse. Ethan had used an IV that was still set up over in the corner of the room, still strung between two cots with ropes and chains dangling from the sides. The cots had held the two young girls in position while Ethan had worked to drain the blood from their once strong and alive bodies. It was a shame to kill such beautiful girls, but as Ethan had told her profusely, it was either them or her, and he would always choose Chantel.

  Ethan had used every ounce of blood in their bodies to feed Chantel over the few days she remained under the care of the priest. He had even procured enough to bring home several mason jars full, which she had been using sparingly over the days that followed, trying to keep her strength up and heal her sore, broken body. Ethan had enjoyed some of their blood directly before he left for the Vatican and Chantel had been hoping to try and save some for him to enjoy with her upon his return, a toast to celebrate the Vatican’s approval, she hoped.

  Chantel headed over to where the bodies lay and wondered if she had the strength yet within her still battered body to lift and carry these two girls out of the church undetected. No matter how frail and light they were, the challenge that lay before her seemed immense. She glanced over to the priest for guidance and he looked at her, and then over to the cots and nodded. Chantel went over to examine the two cots and quickly realized that they had wheels on the bottom. What luck she had today, she could simply load up the corpses and wheel them right out the back door. She already knew what she had to do with the bodies, she had to burn them, and there was no other way to go about it. When she had originally been planning this, she had thought to bury them, but there would be no digging up graves with the shape her body was in… she could barely take a step without a jolt of pain emanating from her fractured and broken ribs, let alone put a shovel to the ground and dig up six feet of earth.

  Burning the bodies would be a horrible smell however, so where to accomplish that? She certainly could not burn them in a bonfire out in the backyard of the church grounds. Chantel began wheeling one of the cots over to where the bodies lay, contemplating where she could make a fire in the middle of the day that wouldn’t attract any spectators, firemen, or worse, police officers.

  It was difficult to load the first body onto the cot. She struggled with the weight, and felt the crunching of broken bones rubbing against one another as she shifted the body in her own frail arms. Once she was able to stand up straight and balance the body’s weight, Chantel carried her over to the cot and laid her flat. She paused and looked at the young girl’s face for the first time, really looking at her. She was a beautiful young girl, with long ashy blonde hair and a delicate cheekbone structure; she looked to be between the ages of eighteen to twenty years old. Then Chantel realized that this girl was the girl from the photo that Ethan had shown her.

  Ethan had found photos from the local newspapers showing the Senator and his daughter, him standing, smiling beside her at her graduation ceremony. It was a tragedy really, now that she saw the girl close up. Her father must be devastated. It was really unfortunate that this girl and her best friend had to die so that she could live. But as Chantel arranged the girl’s hands so that they were folded neatly across her stomach, she felt no remorse… she was happy to be alive, and proud to have such a strong brother that would protect her no matter the cost.

  Chantel turned back to the priest and saw that he was watching her intently. “Father, is it wrong that I feel no sadness or regret for the death of her?” She said the words in a hushed voice, something that felt like shame spread across her face as she raised her eyes to look into his.

  “My child, there is but one life for each of us in this world. In this life, her destiny was to save yours. She didn’t deserve to die, yet it is what has happened. And now you stand here before me, your brother will return soon to your side and you will stand strong together as one and face the world’s judgements on what has been done. The love you have for each other is all that truly matters. You have been blessed to live forever, and you could have been lost that night, would have been lost had he not done what needed to be done. So regret is not something that either of you are able to hold on to in any capacity. You must move forward, for to live a life of regret for as long as you will continue to live, is not something that your mind will allow.”

  Chantel thought for a second and then nodded solemnly before turning to grab the other cot and place the girl’s young dead friend on top of it in the same manner she had the Senator’s daughter. Once she had finished the task of placing the other girl down, she felt exhausted. Her body ached from the healing process and she wanted to go home and drink blood and curl up to sleep in the warm, dark confines of her coffin. But there was yet work to do.

  “Father, I must burn these women. I do not have the strength to take them out and bury them somewhere in town. What should I do?”

  The priest nodded wisely and spoke after a pause, “I have the perfect solution for you my child. We have here in this very church a fire hotter than the gates of hell; you can take their bodies over to where we cremate the dead. You can dispose of them there and no one will be any the wiser.”

  “That is wonderful news Father. That will work perfectly. Show me the way.”

  Chantel had never known there to be cremations done in the church, yet there were many things that she didn’t know yet in her young 154 years of life she thought begrudgingly. Ethan was nearly a hundred years her senior and yet neither of them looked a day over twenty five. It was truly a blessing to be young forever. Never aging was a wonderful thing; however living so long was a challenge at times. A blessing and yet a curse at times like these, when she wasn’t sure what would happen next in their lives.

  The priest turned and led her slowly down a back hallway through a dark set of doors she had never been in before. She pushed the two cots side by side down the hallway and when they arrived at the end of the corridor, the priest led her through yet another set of dark doors. The doors opened into a room that was bathed in the red flame of fire, she could see an immense fire looming behind a wrought iron gate that stood as tall off the ground as she did at five foot eight. The priest stopped and reached beside the gate, grasping a handle and hoisting it open with ease.

  “There you are my child, enter them in one at a time, roll the cots right inside and allow their souls to be cleansed and set free into the afterlife for all of eternity, taking with them all the evidence of what has been done wrongly onto them.”

  Chantel did as he commanded and first she pushed the Senator’s daughter into the flames. She watched as the flames licked her body and devoured her, inch by inch. After the flames destr
oyed the first body, Chantel gingerly pushed the second dead girl into the flames, watching in a daze of wonder as the fire engulfed her corpse, freeing the poor girl from the torment she had endured in the final days of her young life.

  “That is done now my child. We will go back up into the church and light a candle for these two young women who have now given their lives to make yours forever longer.”

  They walked back upstairs in silence. Once they entered the church, the priest went over to the altar and lit a candle for each of the dead girls, whispering prayers to the dark lord in Latin, words that Chantel could barely understand, but the way they fell off the old priest’s tongue made them sound incredibly beautiful, even though she knew they must be riddled with sadness.

  “Now you must go my child, go home and rest and await Ethan’s return. I have done everything in my power to protect you. The Vatican holds the future of your lives now. Go.”