Adriana’s Wish

The Dark Night Sky

By Heather L. Teague

Chapter 1: The Beginning

It was rather dark on this somber evening. The mist kept coming and going thick as could be and Adriana sit on her front porch. She couldn’t remember where the locket was. She could remember like it was just yesterday. Ever since she was a little girl, she and her playmate Jackyl always did everything together. They were best friends and couldn’t ask for more when it came for closeness. They knew everything about each other. But for some reason, Jackyl had not been himself. He was different; colder to the touch and to the ear. He used to be so pleasant but for some strange reason lately he had been in some strange trance. It was bad enough that she hadn’t heard from him in a three whole moon cycles. He came over one evening and told her how he was leaving and was never coming back. He handed her this beautiful silver locket with his picture in it and just walked out the door. She asked him to wait, because she had something that she had to tell him, but all he did was turn around and say, “If they find me here, they will hurt you. If I stay here, I will hurt you. I couldn’t do that to you. You are the dearest thing to my heart.”

She said, “Jackyl, please don’t go.”

“I have to,” he said, “I couldn’t bear to see them hurt you. You don’t understand. And I hope you never do.”

“Please, I don’t want you to go. You are all I have left. Please,” she stated with a harsh sadness in her eyes. “I… Lo…”

She wanted to tell him how much she loved him. She couldn’t finish saying it and before she knew it, he was gone out of her life forever.

She sat there on the porch, thinking about that incident that happened but not two moons ago. She wanted to badly to tell him that she loved him and that she needed him. After the wolves came and killed her entire family, he truly was all she had left. She sat there will her long curly brown hair blowing in the wind; her big green eyes, starring around for the locket. She saw something beaming next to the crimson red rose bushes. Seemed like that was really the only bit of color she could find. Everything else seemed so droll these days. It was so dark and gloomy everywhere. There was the locket, right next to rose bushes. She opened the beautiful shiny silver locket with the onyx stone shining brightly in what little bit of light was still available. She looked at his picture. He was beautiful; almost shoulder length flaxen hair and beautiful grey eyes that would glow against the dark night sky. She always felt that he loved her but he had never said it before. As children they would joke and poke fun at one another, but after her family was murdered it seemed like they had both changed down so much. He was an orphan himself. The only thing that distinguished him from her was the fact that he never knew his family. Adriana’s family had always been like a family to him. They had found him when he was 2 on their front doorstep, so to Adriana, he had been almost like a brother to her.

Adriana was trying to figure out what Jackyl meant when he said, “They will hurt you, or I will hurt you.” She couldn’t understand. The wolves hadn’t been back in five years. She was dying on the inside. Hopefully one day she would understand. She hadn’t ever felt this way for anyone in her entire life. She felt so bittersweet, hurt, loved, and abandoned at the same time. She truly loved him and wished he would have explained to her what he had meant because now she feared what was to come. Suddenly she heard a rustling in the bushes not too far away from her. It had turned to nightfall already, and she hadn’t realized it. “I must go inside,” she thought to herself. As she walked up to the door, something grabbed her arm. It grabbed her, slammed her up against the wall as if it was pressing all of its weight to smother her. She screamed in terror as the creature put its hand on her to cover her mouth. It looked human, but with glowing silver eyes. It started to speak,

“Are you the one they call Adriana?” It said.

She nodded in approval.

“Then I have found you at last. I will remove my hand in order for you to speak, but you must not scream, for if you do, I will suck you dry and not let a drip of your blood go to waste,” It stated fiercely.

She nodded again in fear. He removed his hand. He was beautiful. He had blond curly hair, big silver glowing eyes that almost mirrored her beloved Jackyl’s; big beautiful arms and ivory white elongated fangs. He was a vampire and she had never seen something so beautiful and entrancing in all her life.

“I will ask you some questions now, ok?”

“Yes…but please…don’t kill me,” she said as she trembled. It was odd, she was so terrified, but there was something that attracted her to the creature. She didn’t know weather to tremble in fear or obey his every wish and command.

He started to speak again, “My name is Vincent. I am a vampire from the Sharman clan. I am over 100 years old. I don’t look a day do I? But now to the actual matter; could you please tell me, where is Jackyl, it is urgent that I speak with him.”

“He…he…he left. About two weeks ago; haven’t seen him. Maybe he is with one of your kind.”

“NO! He ran away about a three moon cycles ago. Do you know nothing of him at all?”

“No, only that he disappeared about two moon cycles ago. He came back only to be a changed man. No soul in his eyes, nothing in his heart,” she said with tears in her eyes.

Vincent began to loosen his grip on here. H could tell that she wan in enough pain that she wouldn’t try to run and the fact that he knew about Jackyl’s disappearance would definitely prevent her from running. But a certain hunger for her remained. What he wouldn’t give to just drink her dry. “Yes, I will tell you of him, may I come in to your dwelling?”

“Yes, please. I must know of him.”

“Yes, I shall tell you of what has changed in him.”

Adriana opened the door, and invited Vincent in. She was so worried about Jackyl that it didn’t matter that Vincent was a vampire. They walked into the parlor, and sat down at an old rumbled pub table in the dark back corner of the gloomy house. Vincent was watching the piercing vain in Adriana’s neck in constant hunger. He also watched the house mice run along the corners of the walls intently.

“What do you know of him?” Adriana asked in a concerned voice, “Why has he been acting so cold and frail?”

“The Jackyl that you know still remains there somewhere, but his mind is tormented by the constant hunger that he faces. He is a night dweller like me.”

“What do you mean night dweller?” she said with a certain distain in her voice and a hard fast pounding of her heart. Vincent began to fidget. He could feel her blood pumping and her heart pulsating. He was very aroused.

“He is a vampire, Adriana. Just like me. I am sorry you had to find out like this.”

Tears were now forming in Adriana’s beautiful green eyes. She ran to Vincent. He wrapped his beautiful ivory arms around her. “Why wouldn’t he tell me?”

Vincent was having such a horrible time fighting his arousal to just bite her neck and feed off of her. He wanted nothing but to suck her completely dry. He was throbbing and completely and fully aroused and almost couldn’t control himself. He neck was right there. “Why not,” he thought to himself. But, he then thought of Jackyl and how this was his precious Adriana. Jackyl would never forgive him. He began to think of Jackyl. Jackyl was much more to him than a companion and had reminded Vincent of how he once loved his sweet innocent Adelaide. Adriana favored her completely. Same beautiful long brown hair and piercing green eyes. She was unbelievably beautiful in every way.

The vampire began to speak again, “He didn’t want to hurt you. You see, he loved you with every ounce of his being.”

“Please tell me, how did this come to be?”

“Alright, one night Jackyl came to the clan, questioning them about a family that was killed. He swore up and down that it was lichen. He asked if we would help him in his quest to find the one who had killed this family. Archer, who is the head of the clan, told him that he would have to pay him; meaning, turning his soul over to the Sharman clan; meaning, becoming a vampire. He refused of course, left for three nights, and came back stating he would agree to. But he had to avenge his family and protect you, his precious Adriana.”

“So you are saying that he did this to protect me?”

“Yes, he did this to completely protect you. He loves you with every wake in his being; with every part of his soul that has now been corrupted by the vampire in him.”

“I want to help him. I want to go to him.”

“Do you understand what you are saying? He gave his very life to protect you. Does this mean nothing to you?”

“Yes it does! It means the world to me that he did this. I just can’t let him do it alone. I want to be there beside him helping him. I can’t let him go it alone.”

“You must. You cannot get involved.”

“Yes! I can! Make me one of your kind.”

“Do you understand what you are saying? Do you want to feel death; do you want to feel pain?

“Yes, if it means that I can be with him, there to help him with every move. Yes! I know.”

“You want to live a life in the shadows. Never be able to lead a natural life again. Never see the sun rise again? Is this really what you want?”

“I would desire nothing more. I must be with him. He is the only thing I have left.”

“Do you know what it feels like to hunger for human blood? Do you know you will never be able to return from the dead and that your soul will live forever? Is this what you want?”

“Yes. I have never been so sure of anything in my life.”

“Well then…” He immediately grabbed her from behind, lifting her slighting, wrapped his cold ivory arms around her chest and held her to his bosom. He tilted her neck back and looked at the piercing vain that had been pulsating ever so beautifully in a specific rhythm. Oh how he longed to taste her sweetness. He could hardly control himself. She let out a small cry in fear. He sunk his beautiful gleaming fangs into her completely. He had never been so aroused like this before. Her blood tasted just as sweet as he thought it would. Adriana began to feel limp, like a rag doll. She looked down at her bosom, and saw a thick line of bright red blood trickling down on her gown and then on to the wooden floor. She began to feel the life she had left leaving her and started to feel faint. Vincent sucked in the rhythm of her pulse and felt one with her soul. He began to slow as he could feel her start to get cold and that she was almost within her last breath. He stopped, cut his wrist with his beautiful pewter dagger, and gave his wrist to her. “Drink,” he said. She took his beautiful ivory wrist, now covered in crimson red blood and began to drink from it. She sunk her teeth in, and tasted his blood. It was the sweetest thing she had ever tasted in her whole life. He threw her off of him just as she began to fall into darkness.