everything will be nothing in the end

The sun had gone down once again. Every fiber in my body was on high alert, wanting to touch the shadows that covered the sand outside. The feeling wasn't a stranger to me, not anymore, not after two years.

Whatever it was that had drawn me so much to the darkness, it had a strong grip on me. The feeling came for the first time after the Priests had left my parental home. Ever since then, I had been waiting during the night for something, or someone, to come find me. To release me from this hell I'm in.

The void Vascar's death had left was impossible to fill. Only the peace at night seemed to soften the pain, or the whiskey in my hand.

The substance left a burning ache in my throat as I neared my porch. The door was already open, like I was expecting someone to enter the old house I had found when I left the City. The moon was the only thing that lit up the house, shooing away the shadows that were following me.

I looked up and nodded at the celestial body like it was an old friend. Another sip, and my throat was once again on fire. My tongue wet my lips while my eyes darted around the emptiness around me.

Not a living soul in sight, not even a tree. Everything was dead, just like the heart in my chest. Ripped out by that fucking church. A bitter laugh came from the back of my throat. Raising the almost empty glass in my hand, I looked deep into the night.

"Here is to the fool that fell in love with a Priest." One gulp, and everything that was left in the glass was gone. I slid down the pillar that I was leaning on. The glass fell out of my hands, shattering into pieces.

Placing my face into my hands, I let out an ear-piercing scream. Tears wetted my cheeks that were probably colored by the alcohol. My voice died, but something in the distance came alive.

My head snapped up.

Squinting my eyes, I acted like I could see something in the dark void. But it was no use. I slowly got up, and all of a sudden, a sick feeling crept up. My hands found the dagger that was strapped to the back of my belt. The long white skirt parted over the one leg that was one foot closer to the door of the house.

The beats inside my chest went insane. Behind me, I heard sounds coming from the house. Cups that were sitting on the counter of my kitchen shook like an earthquake had awakened the land. But this wasn't an earthquake. No, this was a herd moving closer. Looking for one thing: blood.

The vampires were faster than I thought, but Vascar's words entered my mind. When facing an attack, hide and make no single sound.

My legs dragged me inside, and just like the many houses out here at the Wastelands, there was a hatch underneath the dining table. Shoving the heavy thing away, I ripped the carpet from the floor.

The silver handle reflected a part of the moonlight as I grasped it. Opening the dark, small room, I hopped inside and closed the hatch.

Right on time.

Like a tornado ready to destroy the house, the vampires entered through the windows and the doors. There were even some of them on the roof as I listened to their heavy weight shifting around. Glass shattered around the place. Furniture was thrown everywhere. With the dagger in my hand, I covered my lips.

I closed my eyes, trying to regulate my heartbeat as I sat still as possible. But they snapped open as slow footsteps wandered around the house. A frown moved my eyebrows.

This wasn't a vampire. Perhaps a familiar, but that would be very likely. Vampires never took them on a hunt. So what was standing in my house?

I moved my hands away from my mouth and got up from my position. Stretching out, I touched the shuttle. Ready to push it open, I felt the wooden feeling disappear from my fingertips. The shuttle flew away.

A tall shadow towered over me. Black like the clothes this person was wearing. A dark hat rested on top, casting darkness over the man's features.

It was back, that feeling that drew me closer. So he was the night, the thing that kept me awake for the past two years. I pulled myself up. Red hair flowed over my shoulders to my lower back while he knelt. His eyes, golden, fell to the swell of my breasts created by my corset before they found my own green orbs.

He licked his lips as a small gasp escaped me. I couldn't believe it.

Two years of mourning were all for nothing. He was here. My Priest, my man, my love. Him and not him. He changed; a darkness had taken over him.

"Vascar," I breathed out. Still not believing what I saw, I reached for his lips. My thumb glided over them, and I felt something hard. Seeing the question on my face, he grinned, showing his enlarged canines.

"Hello, darling," Vascar said, grasping my hand with his. Pulling me up and out of the shelter, he pressed me against his broad chest. His face disappeared into my hair. He was smelling me. His teeth scraped the skin of my throat before pulling back. Gold stared back at me, glowing in the darkness. Everything quieted down around. The vampires were leaving.

"Finally," his rough voice broke the silence. "Finally, I found you."

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