Warning: This work has been rated 16+ for violence and mature content.
*Part three of my series “Love in decaying hearts”. Gacha Club character designs are on my wall. Enjoy!*
The flicker materialized and morphed into a woman with graying hair and bright green eyes. She wore a pale pink, ethereal dress. Her brown skin was slightly weathered, but not too old.
She locked eyes with Melanie.
“What are you doing in my house?” The woman asked, anger in her voice.
Melanie realized then and there that the woman wasn’t just any woman, but Cassidy.
Melanie could hear Azrail’s footsteps behind her.
“It’s been so many years. I don’t even know why you cursed me, but can you please lift the curse? Please? I can’t go on like this anymore. I’m asking nicely, please?”
Cassidy turned to Azrail, a smile forming on her face. That smile formed into a sickening cackle, one that shook the walls and Melanie’s soul.
“You…you come here, asking for my help? You think that I’m just going to save you? Just like that? Vampirism can’t be reversed and even if it could…why would I want to?”
She turned to Melanie, who felt the walls closing in and disappearing around her.
But that was just her imagination, wasn’t it?
“I guess I should have your little girlfriend join you. It would be the nice thing to do, after all.” Cassidy said.
Melanie screamed, her throat climbing into her mouth. An invisible force pulled her head back, two of her teeth were growing, the world around her was going dark…pain was shooting everywhere…it felt like…like…like dying.
Melanie was lying on the ground in the woods. The house was gone, as if it were never there at all.
She could hear Azrail running up to her. The next thing she knew, he was sitting on the dirt and had sat her head on his lap.
“I’m sorry, Melanie.” He said, red eyes tinged with tears.
“I started this. I’m going to take you home and end this.”
“No, this is my mistake. I thought that Cassidy would save me, but I should have known better.”
Azrail held onto Melanie and spread his wings wide. Melanie didn’t want to fly. She wanted to walk with him.
“Azrail, no. Get down, please. I want to walk home.” She said. She couldn’t hide the disappointment in her voice.
“As you wish.” He said, going down.
They were back in Apple Blossom Lane, Melanie holding onto Azrail. All around her, the world was blurry.
Except…she could see Twilight and Addie, with their ice cream.
Twilight could see her, too. She could see how Melanie held onto Azrail like a decaying skeleton. Twilight pointed at Melanie and shouted:
“Look at her!”
Twilight smiled, then her smile broke into a laugh. Addie herself did the same thing.
All those years of being laughed at, of fading into the corners, of being seen as a freak in the eyes of others, all those years led up to the moment of Melanie being a vampire. A vampire! A bloodsucker, a life-taker!
And what were they? Weak, defenseless, human girls.
Melanie let go of Azrail and lunged at Twilight, fangs bared.
She pushed Twilight to the ground, her head bleeding from the impact, rouge blood decorating the cement.
Melanie was far from done.
She brought Twilight close and brought her pale neck to the gleaming sun. Azrail hadn’t done a thing. It was strange, but it didn’t matter.
Melanie bit into Twilight’s neck, letting the salted, savory goodness flow into her mouth. It was better than a bag of chips, better than french fries, better than anything.
When Melanie finished, Twilight had a blank, thoughtless stare. Addie and the few people around stood in shock.
Azrail simply wrapped his arms around Melanie’s waist and flew to the sky, holding her tight.