Thoughts of the stray huntress.

[Lady Sapphire]

Memories of you are with me always

Every sight, every sound, somehow they bring me back to the days I was held by you, safe, happy, treasured and deluded. Why should I have expected it to end any differently than how it did that night? So much blood, so much pain, so much heartache, how I wished that night would go on auto rewind just so I could hold you again.

You were so beautiful a blonde haired cherubim, so much like your father, Luca, we kissed your forehead goodnight as we stepped into the darkness to ensure the safety of the world, while your guardian watched over you.

Your father was the first to hold me in a hundred and ninety eight years, you came a hundred and ninety three years later. He was so handsome and chiseled, with creamy skin and piercing cobalt blue eyes, that seemed to pierce your very soul should he glance your way, with a mop of golden blonde hair that framed his ruggedly handsome face perfectly and felt like freshly spun silk running through my fingers. But that night, I will never forget it.

The vision that haunts my dreams

Every night while others sleep I lie awake for I cannot bear the dreams that always take me back to that night, we entered the cave of ones oh so familiar to us, the elder vampire coven that destroyed my family so many years ago, however that is for a different story, or I fear this one will go on for too long.

There he was, tall, dark hair framing an elongated, pale skinned face with blood red eyes, his fashion taken straight from a Victorian love story book, he looked sophisticated but the words he spoke would make your flesh crawl as he told your father of how he would make fleshy chowder out of us both, your father couldn't stand it any longer and against my anguished begs, he rushed forward to save my honor and now my sweet angel, he is with you and your grandparents and aunties.

I could not hold him off for I was too weak, I hope you will forgive your mother for this failing and for allowing herself caught for one day, you and I shall be reunited, should the Gods deem it the right time. But for now your mother needs to rest and take care of the boy that beast had groomed to replace you and be his weapon for war. Remember as the angels hold you, your mother will never forget your face.

[Lady Sapphire]

Secrets the darkness holds

The screams echo in my ears as each mark screams for mercy, they were never given a chance, just like my beautiful family all those years ago, the blood sucking parasites spare none so why should I?

The only one who didn't scream was my eighteen month old sister, she slipped away quietly, her little heart giving out in the wink of an eye, like a candle flickering before it is snuffed by whichever means. She was gone from this world.

I had no idea what had become of me yet, though I knew I sought vengeance, the only signs of any struggle were the blood splatters on the worn carpet and furnishing, no charges were made, these leaches had struck so much fear into the hearts of men, they had escaped again, or nearly, for they had underestimated the one they had left to die.

Though wounds soon heal, I gazed at the blood of my kin merged with my own and kissed my little sister's head softly before making my way into the darkness and solitude of the night myself, they would sorely pay for what they did, or I would die bringing them to justice.

The darkest corner of your worst nightmares

Imagine for a moment if you will, being lost, scared, with no hope, you too die, then you wake, as if from a dream and you stare into the very eyes of the devil himself. Well that's how that night felt, cold, restless, the wind flinging the leaves around in the trees and producing an eerie scream as it battles it's war in the starlit skies.

I too was being sought after by a vampire who pursued, wanting to make me his next meal, but my mind was honed on one purpose to find those parasites, or lead them into a snare, one of my own making, so I half walked and half staggered into a closed morticians lab a fitting scene for the carnage that would soon follow, there I played possum, laying on a hard, cold, metal slab and closing my eyes, allowing my breathing to completely stop, my heartbeat too, feeling the warm crimson liquid flow from my veins.

The bait set in place I allowed my only working sense to guide me, my hearing, which seemed to pick up a pin dropping in the middle of a concerto, I heard the rushed noise of a vampire seeking it's prey, then the familiar scent, the one whom had mercilessly shredded my baby sister to ribbons was upon me, so I smirked, allowing my eyes to flutter open, I spoke to him with a cold smirk on my voice, my voice devoid of all emotion, low and level, my delicate had caressing his cheek, almost as if we were in a lover's embrace 'pity, the hunter has now become the prey, sharp of blunt?' I asked him with his silence, I selected the precision knife, making shallow cuts, enacting to him as he did my baby sister, hearing him scream in agony as he too had his pain prolonged.

I winked at him and bade him goodnight as each of his fledglings came at me, to release him from my arms, before flinging him, like a bowling ball in a nine ping game towards the group, watching each fall 'strike' was all I said as I watched each of them burn, their screams sounding like music to my ears.

From the shadows I heard clapping and appreciative calls for an encore, it seemed as if the one whom wanted to make me his next meal had become my captive audience, I heard his voice, seemingly echo as if I was under water, then nothing, I had succumbed to the cold embrace of darkness, once more.

[Lady Sapphire]

Home

I remember his haunting beauty, his eyes seeming to pierce through my very being, he had stayed with me, seeming to see himself reflected in me that very night, I had bonded with a hunter who took pleasure in his work, as if he was piecing together some masterpiece. He stayed with me, he nursed me back to health, never once leaving my side.

He'd tell me stories of the old, as he lead me through starlit streets, each street filled with the same din, the same bland, almost duplicated houses, yet with him it felt like a tour through a magical land, because he was there, he taught me how to silence my movements, to be as silent and ominous as the night and yet strike like a thunderbolt.

I thought him beautiful, intriguing and elegant, he had become my father of sorts in this strange new world, teaching me how to tread my path and never stray, so long as I wasn't caught I would still be alive, for there was one thing vampires feared and that was an interrupted meal.

He dressed me in the latest fashion for that day and kept me near him, to watch over me and instruct me on my latest lesson, so I would never fail. I still wear the fashion of that day, as it helps me feel close to him, the one who kept me sane and grounded in such an insane world.

He taught me to drink without fatalities, even when the thirst for the irony tasting crimson fluids took over, I had an insatiable appetite and yet he taught me to take little and often, to let my magnetic doe eyes, as he would call them, do the work for me, or if I was particularly desperate for a meal, to play the damsel in distress.

Loneliness once more

We supped all through Paris, Berlin and Rome, until he took me back to London again, pressing into me the importance of enjoying what I was doing, to be true to myself, he said his work was done in instructing me, that he would remain in contact with names, addresses, clients that I must help in order to maintain the lifestyle that I deserved.

With that he was gone, like a ghost he had dissipated into the throng of the London hustle and bustle and become a vague memory, a name on a headed sheet of paper that gets faxed to me once a month, with a coded riddle, a list of names and addresses, names which would give me work to ensure certain individuals would dissipate much like my trusted handler had done, only I would ensure they would vanish for good.

Those brown eyes, framed by the silken brown hair, I shall never forget, maybe I shall see you again, dear handler, when my work here is done. Until then I shall be within the shadows of the starlit streets to be found once again.