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‘It is in my deepest nature, that I keep my love safe from the horrid things. May they take my life over hers. May she be safe… Safe.’

“Not you too, Alexandra!”

“Zane, if you keep talking like this they’ll lock you away!”

“You’re not listening to me!” Zane took a deep breath as he rubbed his brow with his fingers in frustration.

“They’re real, Alex, everything we’ve been taught is wrong! A lie!”

“Zane, calm the hell down.”

“Don’t you get it? All these deaths, they’re running out of people to kill.” He looked into her crystal blue eyes. She sat there, perfect, in her pink dress. He walked over to her and took her delicate hands in his. She stood and he held her close, looking down upon her like she were a delicate rose.

“I care for you too much to see you get hurt.”

“I am safe here Zane, there be no need for you to worry. Father has this place well-guarded. And the whole town has their eyes wide open. I’m safe Zane, I’m safe.”

Outside the night was still, as if the air were water, and a single breath would stir the still surface and the leaves would wash over the land. It was the stillness that spelled trouble. Another quiet night, another quiet death. The pieces of the puzzle just fitted so perfectly.

He placed his lips on hers, and embraced his deep love for her. The world seemed to sweep past them, and his tense muscles began to relax. That was, of course, until he heard the door creak open, and then click shut again.

“What was that?” he whispered, fright and concern obvious in her voice. Alexandra turned his head back to hers.

“It’s ok, I’m sure it’s just father.” Zane glanced around nervously.

“Let me go check.” Alexandra hesitated, before releasing him from her embrace.

“Don’t let him see you,” she hissed.

Zane tiptoed through the mansion-like house, making sure not to make the tiniest sound. He crept through the hallway, ignoring the paintings of the families men that previously owned the house, their grey eyes following him as he passed. A breeze ran past him, stroking his skin like the hand of a fair lady, and goose bumps formed like little hills.

The door was shut, but when he gently rattled the knob, he found it not locked.

“Strange,” he mumbled. He drifted into a dark room, where the chandelier hung from the roof like a ghost. It swayed back and forward, slow. He strained to see through the darkness, his eyes wide and ready. The curtain shook a little, and a ripple was sent through the rest of the curtains.

He approached, tardily, careful not to give himself away. He reached out with an unsteady hand, and hesitated, before ripping the curtain open. Behind it, was empty.

It was then he heard her scream, and it pierced his ears and juddered his heart like a jackhammer. As he dashed towards the cry, repeating her name in yelps of desperation, he heard something smash. The sound of a struggle.

“Alexandra!” he cried, “Alexandra!”

He ran into the room where they had been, except it wasn’t as friendly as it had been. The gas lights were smashed, and only the candles to flicker their light. The purple curtains were ripped from there rings. Several of the families expensive decorations were now shattered, and glass coated the carpet. And there were the stains, as red as oozing apples.

“No,” Zane gasped, and the door creaked open and closed again, making the sickly thud of Alexandra’s end.

“No!” he screamed.

He sprinted out of the room, and into the hallway. His shoes slipped on the blood that coated the ground. He rolled over, and stared at his bloody hands, before scrambling back to his feet. He opened the door and dashed through, leaving it wide open in his wake.

The night stung him with chill, but he ignored it. A figure holding another’s silhouette stood out against the river. Grass stretched right down to the banks, and let its finger-like blades be licked by the water. The gas lights sent light streaming onto the river, and the reflected them like a beautiful mirror.

“Alexandra!” he ran as fast as his feet could take him. London was such a big place, and yet no one was around to help them. As he got closer to the figure, he knew she was unconscious, he knew the creature had its blasted teeth in her swan-like neck. “Get off her!” he shrieked. The creatures head darted in his direction. A grin formed from its bloody lips.

Zane stopped, and stood, his stance solid as rock. A pocket knife slipped down his sleeve, and fell in his hand. He clicked it open, and the blade flicked out, ready to slice. He glared at it, “I said, get off her.”

The thing gave a laugh, a chuckle that rattled his bones and bounded about inside his skull. Zane didn’t even shiver. He walked to the creature, with evil burning in his eyes. Then he started to run, and rose the blade above his head. He let out a cry, a yell that spelt determination and anger.

The thing let go of the girl, and her body crumpled like delicate paper. As he approached, the creature just stood there, as if its life was not on the train tracks. Zane reached it, and sent his arm falling down through empty air, and the blade met no flesh. That was when he realized he wasn’t holding the blade anymore.

And then he felt something hit his back, hard. He whizzed around to see the creature accelerate off into the distance, its speed curiously unnatural.

Zane reached behind his back, and his fingers curled around the blade, and he pulled. A gasp escaped from his lungs as the pain seeped in. After a moment’s hesitation, he gave a ruff pull, and there was a sickly sound as the blade slid out. He looked at it, the wrath and frustration evident in his face as the sun is apparent in the sky. He threw the blade down, and it struck out of the grass. His steps towards his love were heavy, his feet were boulders. When he reached her, he fell to his knees, exhausted, and all too knowing that his blood was decreasing.

“Alexandra,” he whispered, as he took her hand, “wake up dearest.” There was no response. He stroked her golden hair, and a lump formed in his throat as he gazed upon her bloody pink dress. “Give me a sign, Alexandra, a sign.” He gently moved her head into his lap, and found her whole body was limp. She reminded him of a fragile bird, finch that had lost its wings. She would never fly again.

Zane bowed his head, a tear crept down his cheek leaving a streak, like a spider leaves a string of web. His heart throbbed with regret. He should of stayed with her. If he had stayed with her she wouldn’t be like this.

His fingers wrapped around her thin wrist, and pressed. No pulse. “Alexandra!” he cried, failing at stifling his sobs. He rocked back and forward over the body that now seemed so foreign. The blood continued to gush out of the wound in his back, which was struck between his ribs.

“I will avenge you, my dear, they will pay for what they have done to you,” he said, “hush now, you’re safe, for real this time.” After a moment, “I kill that vampire!” he screamed.

He continued soothing her, she did not respond, the emptiness taping up her mouth. it was when most of his blood was gone that he passed out.