Confessions of a Vampire

I am a Vampire.
I have been known by many names, but you know me as Arthur.
It is the name I have been known by for centuries. I like it.
You will have read about me in the past. My son is a bit of an extrovert, and likes to talk. I dont, so he must get it from his mother.
I dont make jokes.
He is not what he thinks he is, but he is what he is for important reasons. He is a hybrid, Vampire/shape shifter.
Not werewolf, shapeshifter.
there is a difference, the main one being that werewolves change into wolves.
Shapeshifters change into what they can touch.
And I fucking hate werewolves.
I have killed a few in my time. I almost caused a war between two of the three races because of it, but I don’t care. I was defending my love, the wolf Queen.
Like I said, shapeshifter, not were wolf.
Do you get my meaning?
Perhapse not. I dont care.
Dont care about much nowadays. But I have a duty as Sire to keep the balance of power as best I can.
You will alredy know that I vanished for a few days during the care of my child after the base vampire atropos nearly killed him, and nearly revealed to him his secret.
I was visiting with an old friend in Rome.
An important Human….
…..
‘Entrare e di essere con la grazia di Dio, vecchio amico’
I entered as he had asked, crossing myself as I did so.
He turned from me, going into his desk,
‘What brings you here at this hour Arthur?’
‘Padre’ I responded ‘not good news I am afraid’
The old man turned to face me, his chain of office on his chest, quite beautiful. I didnt have the heart to tell him that such has no effect on me, but, I gave him his comfort.
He nodded.
‘I know. the assasin has been eliminated. your son is still alive, in a bad way, but alive. you need to tend to him’
‘I am’
I held my own council on how he knew so quickly. Facebook.
‘The relevant parties have been informed and are on stand by.’
‘But not yet’
He looked at me with his tired brown eyes,- Naturalmente – they said, not that I needed to see them to know what he was thinking.
‘Buona – I sent back.
The was a soft tap of claw on stone and he turned to face what stood there. I did not bother. I already knew who it was.
He nodded a welcome, a soft growl came reply. then he turned back to me. In that small moment I had been given a full report on how things were, and knew Padres word to be true. Its not that I distrusted him, but I make it habit to have such information regarding these matters to be verified by someone who has a personal stake in such business.
‘We can’t have a war like the last one. the problem must be remidied before the wolves and shape shifters find out’
I agreed with him, while holding my own opinion. The human was not a mind reader, but my companion was, and I didn’t want her to know what I was thinking.
Wordlessly I sent her on her way with silent orders to keep watch. She wemt, and the tension evaporated.
‘We don’t want a war, not like the last one, I confirmed. but we must minimise casualties as much as possible. I dont want innocent blood on my hands. I am not that kind of vampire’
He paused before answering
‘Indeed not’
he sighed
‘infatti non’ quieter
If I had been alive then my heart would have skipped a beat.
I did not want to think such thoughts of the good man, but I had caught a snippet of unguarded thought and knew his betrayal.
Man of God indeed.
Forgive me Padre, I must take my leave, pressing matters.
He mumbled something, which I heard quite clearly, and turned from me again.
I stood at his window, about to jump, when something occured to me.
‘If so, why does your God allow such as I to exist?’
then leapt,
Halfway down I heard his answer:
‘Perché Dio è misericordioso’
Because God is merciful.

To Be Continued…


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