Deep Six’ed

Chapter Two

One picture

One of the pictures I can remember is the one of Hansel. He had only one thing to do with my life. But it was one major thing.

He fucked it up. How?

He turned me into a vampire.

I will never forgive him for that. Nothing about surviving eternity in one piece delights me. Not then, even less now. Maybe that sounds silly. Living forever sounds good until you really think of what would happen if you lived forever on earth in one never-aging body. Of who and what you would lose.

I wanted mortality. I wanted my emotions. I wanted to die when it was my time. I wanted to have friends. I wanted to live in the light.

With one simple action, he took that from me. All of it at once.

I will never forgive him for that, but he has a lot of leeway to make it up with. He has much less to be forgiven from than Laurel, whom I refuse to speak of any more than necessary.

This is from the perspective of him when he was a shadow to me.

TEXT ONE

He’s lingering over me, smiling. His breath is in my face. I don’t have to look at him to know. I open my eyes slowly, bracing myself for what I might see. I don’t see much that terrifies me. He’s handsome, but animalistic in nature. He smiles as he looks in my eyes and I notice fangs. Then I’m terrified. He can tell, so he laughs. I look down to see that I am not fully clothed. For the time period, I am naked. My inner thigh harbors a huge, oozing bite . It’s everything but gushing. I try to get up. He backs up. I’m tied down.

“What are you? What have you done to me? Are you mad?”

He shrugs.

“No. I’m actually enjoying myself.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“Well, EDNA, say what you mean. You mean to ask-”

“Are you insane?”

He shrugs again. His casualty is what really throws me.

“No. I probably should be by now.”

“What?”

“I am a 200 year old vampire.”

“Vampire? A ghost?”

He laughs.

“Not quite. Vampires are ghosts that inhabit human bodies, thusly living forever on earth.”

“Then whose ghost are you?”

I can tell he’s getting tired of me. Gives me time to try and escape. If I wasn’t tied down I still wouldn’t get far away. Between dizziness and my wound, I feel like I’m drifting away in a way I can’t quite describe.

“I am the ghost of Hansel Liassen. You may have heard of him- the quiet vagabond? It doesn’t matter.”

“What?”

“You ask too many questions. Normally people just accept their death and move on. At any rate, I’m tired of answering you. You’re going to die and that’s all there is to it. Have a nice life.”

He left me in a pitch black room until I did. I don’t know when it was that I came back as this. I’m guessing I was missing for a few weeks. I faintly felt his presence once again lingering over me. I felt the blood in my mouth. I tasted, digusted. He let me drink from him for a while, in complete silence, in complete dark. I stopped myself, knowing I would not of my own will. He lingered, then left. Then, Hansel fell away from me.