Hope: Visions

Time passed since Hope became a vampire. Hope and her lover, Michel, traveled all over Ireland. Behind the two was a trail of bodies and the misery that they caused in each place that they traveled. As they became better killers, Hope and Michel became sexual with one another, making death romantic. Along they way, they ended up in a small village quite similar to the one the two originated in.

When Hope first arrived into the village, she felt a shiver of death come over her. Michel, being the blood thirsty vampire that he was, decided to find a nice family to feed off of. After the meal, Hope looked at Michel and began to kiss him vigorously.

She pushed him onto the former lover’s bed and began to undress Michel. She pushed his tight pants off, and rubbed her hands under his ruffled shirt. Her hands drifted over his hard abs, and then trailed over his belly button until she reach his thick pubic hair.

Michel made a small grown, and then took his blood soaked shit off, revealing his hard nipples. She pushed forward, straddling his groin and began to push forward until her lips were just finger tips away from her lovers.

“What is it?” She asked.

"Why don't we ever get anyone else to travel with?" Michel asked Hope.

"Don't be queer," She said, pushing off of his bulge. "If we have more people, then we could get killed," she argued. Her long blond locks hung down against her firm breasts, almost like a noble woman in these parts. Her white and red dress had stains of blood on the short sleeves.

"May we go to see the seer?" He asked.

Hope looked at him, and didn't bother to answer his question. "If we don't go to her tonight, then I might have visions again," she answered.

Michel grabbed her and kissed her red painted lips. She pushed against him and brushed her tongue against his. His mouth tasted of blood and sweet wine. She licked his lips and untied the back of her dress.

They made love twice before a knock on the front door, followed by screaming stopped the two lovers. They then dressed and escaped through the window and headed straight for the center of town to talk to the head of the board.

The outside of the courthouse was dim and seemed cool, even to Hope. She walked into the building with Michel behind her and entered the main area. The room was large and covered in wooden walls and floors. At the far end of the room, there sat four people. Each one was much respected within the community.

"What do you want to ask the board?" One of them asked. He was wearing a pilgrim like outfit, just like the rest of the men.

"I want to speak to her," Hope said.

“Not just anyone may speak with her,” one of the men said. He brushed his hand down he course beard. “We must ask to show us reason to let you proceed.”

Hope then morphed in her demon face and fell to her knees to show respect.

The men all began to talk amongst themselves. When they finally reached a verdict, the bearded man said, "You may proceed.”

A door behind the men opened after the third man on the bench snapped his fingers. The door seemed to shimmer as Hope and Michel walked closer.

They both wondered through the door. When they went through, they ended up in a dark room, with a little candle light, but something else was also in the room.

Hope grabbed the only source of light, which was a flaming torch, and began to walk down a long hallway. The hall was damp and seemed to be underground, but she could smell the stench of sulfur.

"Are we supposed to go this way?" Michel asked. He put his hood over his head, which connected to a black cloak.

Hope just ignored him and kept walking. She suddenly noticed a light at the end of the tunnel. When they got to the end, there was a fancy dressed female and an older vampire. The couple were dressed in proper clothing and the older man seemed to have drank too much blood, which had left a permanent stain on his lips.

"What do you want?" The lonely female asked. Her blond hair was a wig, which made her seem more important than Hope ever could be.

"Are you the seer?" Hope asked. She looked closer at the female in front of her, and found that she didn't seem as special as what Hope had thought.

"Another one?" The female vampire asked stained lips.

"Darla," the old vampire began, “don't shun your family away." He seemed to be much older than any of the vampires Hope had ever seen or heard of.

"Is there something you want?" Darla asked.

"Yes," Hope started, "I am looking for the seer." Hope had her own hands behind her back, trying to look like a lady, while wearing a small locket around her neck.

The couple to the left of Hope and Michel stopped groping each other and the female stood and walked into the light.

"What do you need?" She asked. She, unlike the first woman, had ebony hair. Her white dress had small spots of blood around the collar area; no doubt that she was feeding not soon before Hope’s arrival.

"I need to know why I do not have visions any more," Hope told her. "I have not had one in about three months."

The black haired girl approached Hope, and put her hands on Hope’s neck. A flash of light appeared in Hope’s mind. She saw Darla having a child between two large buildings and then had another vision of a man with dark hair giving a young girl a silver cross, followed by one more vision. In the final vision Michel was staking Hope in the back. The flash in Hope’s mind died down, and the black haired girl helped Hope sit down.

"Are you all right, Pet?" The seer asked Hope.

"What did you do?" Hope asked. Her blond strands of hair seemed too tight around her neck.

"I loosed up your minds eye," the seer answered.

As Hope took a step back from the woman, a man entered the room. He had dirty blond hair, with his shirt half ripped off; blood on his chest and water was dripping off of his back. It then dawned on Hope that the seer was torturing this vampire with holy water.

Hope looked over at him, and realized that he was her sire; the man who left her for dead.

"What's Wrong?" Michel asked. He looked at Hope, and noticed her skin was more pale than normal.

"Have we met?" William asked. She seemed familiar, but he couldn’t place where he had met her.

"You know me, William," She said. "How is your painful reminder?" Hope asked. She signaled to his face and then walked closer to him.

"Was it you who..." He got cut off.

"Yes, William," Hope answered. "Do you remember the taste of my blood, sliding down your throat and coursing through your body? Because I remember yours."

Darla asked, "So you’re the one we should thank." Darla looked at William, and smiled, then looked back at Hope. "You have a swift arm," Darla complemented her.

"Children," the older vampire said. The older vampire asked Hope, "Would you like to stay with us for a few nights?"

With question in her eye, she turned to Michel, and looked back at the vampire. "Yes," she said. “I would like to stay here to study about the ways of the vampire.”

Michel nodded, confirming he would stay with Hope as well. He took off his cape, and lay on a couch next to Darla.

"I need something from you first," she asked the old vampire. "I need to know if a vision," she paused. "I need to know if it can be changed.”

"Very rarely," the older vampire said

Nights past, and Hope and Michel learned new skills from the old vampire, named the Master. They both learned there was more out there than just killing humans. There were laws about killing vampires and demons, also traditions that needed to be upheld.

It was the fourth night and Hope began to finally feel comfortable. She decided to leave, and go on with there undead lives. They were all packed up, when the Master asked them to stay.

"We can't stay any longer," Hope told him. She didn't want to be stuck in the underground of the town forever, but was afraid to say so.

“We will miss your true lust for the hunt,” he said. Then turned and walked down the long hall toward the surface.

“Were you going to say goodbye?” William asked her.

“I did not think that I would be missed,” she said. She took a step closer to him, and could feel his desire wash over her.

“What does this tell you?” He said, taking her hand and brushing it against his groin. Her fingers brushed his loosed pants and began to feel light headed.

“I am with Michel,” she said, moving her lips closer to his.

“And I am with Drusilla,” he said.

She pushed her lips against his and could feel a shiver go all the way down her body and back to her head. Her hands traveled to his pants and she fell to her knees, taking his pants to the floor. His eyes were focused on Hope’s, while she looked at what lied in her face, and then back at William.

As William and Hope gave themselves to each other, Michel and the Seer also spent time together. They had sex together, in ways that Hope and Michel would have never dreamed up together. It was common for vampires to share partners and so neither felt guilt over what would be seen as betrayal by others.

As they went down the dark hall, Hope and Michel had no need for a torch. There eyes had become used to being below the village. While traveling through the town which they had lived under, Hope realized that well over half of the citizens were vampires or demons.

Hope turned to Michel and asked him, "Do you love me Michel?"

"Of course I do," he answered. He looked at her in shock that she would even ask him.

They both pushed to each other, and she said, "Then you will understand why I have to do this." They began to kiss, like it was the first time. As they kissed, Michel exploded into dust.

Hope turned, and had a tear run down her pale face. She dropped a wooden stake, and walked away from the pile of dust.