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| Chado |
Posted - 05/07/2007 : 01:46:02
Vampire Noachrista
(The beginning, Part One)
by
Chado
On the verge of the night of darkness, there was a search for greatness, the search for a hero, the search for someone who could make a difference, who would catipult the existence of the heroes before him, someone who would surpass the entire array of the precious holders of hope and peace who lived before him, but the search was lost, and only the desire remained, for a different type of hero would soon be made into existence. But none would yet see his face, until the correct time, when all that had been said about his rise from the graven ashes of desperation would have been set. And he would not know himself in this time.
The story begins in a small home in a small town, Greentuck Indiana, a place which seems to only exist in imagination, but the timelessness of the small town ever so real to those who live there.
Chaz Ontarria, a part caucasion and part Mexican man with long hair, and looped earrings in each ear, had a complicated aspect between his interest in the voilent nature of Vampires, and the romantic aspects of movies like Before Sunrise, which he would watch with his girfriend. He thouroughly loved his girlfriend, Shelly Bufall, and they had enjoyed a fast paced, but essential growth in their relationship with one another. This story that is told to you now, is simple, but it is quite essential to understand that there is more to life than what we originally believe to be there, even if it is under the surface, even if it is under the bone. Chaz was quite a profound thinker, who spent more time reading and writing than he did living and relating. And either way he tried to go, he felt that neither his relationships, nor his writing were his future; but he did not wish to deny any part of himself. In fact, he considered himself to be more of a philospher more concerned with the whole of life, in all of its parts. But everytime he tried to fit into any part of the existence of his own humanity there was a part of himself that simply felt out of place, as though it did not belong in this realm, as though he was meant to live alone. Yet, he lived and loved, and wanted to learn to love and grow. But all of these thoughts alluded him in a timeless aspect of his own uncertainty of who he was. So he would escape into graphic novels and comics, priding himself in the fantasy world that he could create, even if it was only in his mind.
"Do you ever think it's better to dream about things that will never happen, than not to dream at all?" He asked his red-head beauty who was not impressed that the last two hours Chaz had done nothing but ignored her, whilst reading his book. She felt alone, and Chaz was right there. The sense of disconnection had started to come into existence, and the signs were everywhere. But Chaz either could not see them, or he didn't care. Or at least this is how Shelly viewed it.
"Dreams?" She said in an odd angry tone. "I don't see why we have to talk about dreams. Do you ever stop dreaming, and start talking about what is real, about what is happening now?"
"Why? Is there a problem?" Chaz placed his book on the table and glazed toward his girlfriend.
"Yes." She said, and she walked over to him and kneeled on the floor in front of him. "I've been meaning to tell you something." And tears swelled in her eyes for she could not bear what she was about to say. "I-I-"
"What is it?" Said Chaz, reaching out for her hands "You know, I love you." was what he felt he should say but impatient and agitated with what he percieved as an unwillingness to communicate, he said harshly "Well, are you going to tell me, or not?"
"Yes." she said, placing her delicate hand upon his knee. "I'm leaving you." And a tear fell from her eye.
Chaz reached out and touched the tear, wiping it from her face.
"Chaz, don't!" she said, for she felt that she needed to be strong, because she had rehearsed this for quite some time. "I'm leaving you. And there is nothing you can say or do, to make me change my mind."
The shock in Chaz's heart made it feel like he had been shot, and that his heart had sinked to the bottom of his stomach. He began sobbing uncrontrably, much like a child, and placed his head in his hands. "Why? Why are you leaving? Did you ever love me?"
"A little." She said wiping her own tear from her face.
He carressed his finger accross the top of her other hand that he was still holding. "A little? Only a little?"
"I still love you, Chaz. But I don't. I have to go, Kelse Marie is already waiting outside in the taxi. I'm moving away."
"I-I-" Chaz was still trying to get a handle on his emotions. "I just want you to know that..."
"To know what? That you love me. Love is not enough Chaz. You hurt me, when you got drunk the other day and hit me in front of our friends."
"But, but-"
"You're sorry?"
Chaz began to sob again, nodding. "I'm so sorry Shelly, please don't leave. I love you."
"I have to go, Chaz." And she stood up.
Then, Chaz wiped some of the tears from his face and let go of her hand. "Okay. If this is what you really want to do, I'll do my best to respect your decision."
Two hours later Chaz, sat on the floor of his house staring at the wall, and immobile, and the grief consumed him. The radio seemed to be playing nothing but breakup and heartache songs, and he just let it play, for he did not know what he felt, but he knew that he loved her, and he did not know what to do, and he began to feel that he was losing himself. Just then he could hear what sounded like a Harley driving along the street and shutting down near his home. He was very familiar with motercycles. His slightly older sister was a mechanic and had a special buisiness in motorcycles. And for a moment he thought this might have been his sister, but she was miles away, in Houstan Texas, living with their mother and father. If this was her, why had she not called first? What would she be doing here?
Just then the doorbell rang. But Chaz did not get up, he stayed there staring at the wall, for he felt that he had lost all hope, and that his life had no more meaning without Shelly being a part of it. Again the doorbell rang.
"Oh, fuck. Just come in, the door's unlocked."
As Chaz continued staring at the wall he could see the shadow of someone enter. It was a firm and thin woman dressed in a leather suit, and wearing a helmet. This woman took off her helmet and placed it on a table in the entry way to the home, revealing her lengthy black hair, and her tanned skin. "It's Jessica, Noah. Is this any way to invite your sister?"
"Jessica?" Chaz's voice cracking. "Jessica, Shelly left me."
"Cool. I never liked that bitch, anyway." Jessica said popping in a cigarrette and lighting it, and sitting down on the couch.
"Shelly is not a bitch. It's just that..."
"Chaz. Stop making fucking excuses for her, before you even start. She's a bitch, get over it. I know you love her. But so fucking what."
"No, Jess. There is more to the story than you know." said Chaz. "I hit her. I hit her when I got drunk.
Jess taps on her cigarrette over a dolphin shaped ashtray on the coffee table. "So? You were drunk."
"But, what does it matter, if I wasn't. Even if I wasn't drunk I might have behaved the same way."
"You don't know that." Jessica relaxes more on the couch, leaning back, facing him. "Noah. I have something I want to show you."
"Noah?" Chaz was confused, "Why did you call me Noah just now? Here I am already suffering, and you bring up my dead twin brother. Why are you doing this, Jess?"
"Chaz, I'm sorry. I meant to say Chaz, I'm so sorry. I-I-" Jessica sighed. "But, I have so much that I have to tell you. And not enough time, because a lot of people are going to die, unless I can stop it. Unless we can stop it. The three of us, you, me, and Noah."
"Are you high or something, Jessica?"
"No," said Jessica laughing mechaniacly. "That's the beauty of it. This is real. This is more real than real. But there isn't much time."
Chaz angles his head toward Jessica "What the hell are you blabbering about, Jessica?"
"Noah! I'm talking about Noah. I can bring him back. Back from the dead."
And Chaz shakes his head as though he is in disapproval. "My girlfriend just left me, or does than mean nothing to you?"
"Not anymore. What if I told you, you could make her love you again, with the same power that I can bring Noah back to life with?"
"I'd tell you to go to hell, and to stop wasting my time."
"I'm not wasting your time. Just give me one night here, please. I need a place to rest." Jess pleaded withe her brother.
"Jess, I love you. But we both live in dream worlds. It's time we started we stopped living in the clouds, don't you think?" Chaz felt that was the most mature thing he had ever said in his lifetime. "You can spend the night here, but just one night. I don't know where I am going to go, now. The rent is due next month, and I don't have enough money to pay it.
"Chaz, I've always believed that it's better to dream of things that were impossible, than not to have dreams at all. But I'm not lying to you. I found a power you would not believe. Would you at least hear me out?"
"Okay, I suppose, so. But I still think you're crazy."
The next morning Chaz awakened from a deep slumber barely remembering anything from the night before except that his girlfriend had left him, and that his sister had visited him. He awoke rather groggy and stretched his arms and made his way, in his boxers to the small half-bath in his bedroom, and opened the medicine cabinet pulled out some toothpaste, and a bottle of shaving cream. He closed the cabinet and his eyes widened. There were two large gashes in his neck, that looked like a snake bite, he rubbed his hand over them, instinctually to feel them to see if they were real. The bites were real, enough. But Chaz was confused, and hungover, even though he barely remembered drinking any wine or beer. He looked in the mirror and saw what seemed to be his reflection speaking back to him.
"Chaz? Chaz, thanks to you I am alive once again."
For a moment Chaz thought what he had saw was real, but the reflection had returned to normal, so he thought that he was creating this allusion in his own mind. "No, Noah. You are dead, and you should be. You burnt down a church in your anger, and you died in the same fire that you set. Remember?"
Chaz tried to shake this off, but the image of himself in the mirror returned to having a life of it's own. "Yes, Chaz. I did. But if you had known back then what you are soon about to discover, you will see that you and I are the same. We share the same soul, brother. You may be more friendly than either of us, but we are one and the same, and it is time that you learn the whole you."
"I have no problem with getting in touch with who I am as a person, but you, you've got to go. I don't want to talk to you. You're dead. Dead! You hear me! You died in the same fire you made. Dead. You aren't real." And Chaz turns away from the mirror.
"The bite marks on your neck are from Jessica." came the voice of his brother from the mirror. By now, Chaz was beginning to wonder if his own sister had drugged him. "There are secrets. Family secrets, that I think you should know."
"Secrets?" Chaz shakes his head. "This isn't happening. I must be asleep." He pinches his arm. "Ow."
"Done, yet?" said the voice in the mirror. "Jessica, our sister," Chaz's reflection continues, "She is a vampire. We all are. Our whole lineage. Vampirisim is a genetic imprint that can go beyond the disease and alter one's genetic code and all of those who follow after them. Much of what you read in books, isn't fantasy at all. We are vampires. We were vampires since we were born. You see, We have immortality in the spiritual. As long as we have each other, none of us can ever die, if we bring each other to life again. Chaz, you have to bring me back to life. Millions of people will die if you don't bring me back to life, again, Chaz. Help me to save those people."
"What people, who?" But Chaz's reflection had turned back to normal. So, Chaz was finally relieved, because he was certain that he had been hullucinating.
"What the hell did she do to me?" He thought.
Meanwhile, Jessica was speeding down the highway on her motorcycle, hurrying to return to Texas. She knew a secret about something that was soon to happen, but something that she could not share directly with anyone, not even her own brother until the proper time. Just then sirens blared in the air, and though the lights were flashing brighter than any lights at a Rave, Jessica barely noticed the overhead lights due to the brightness of the sun. But, she had heard the siren, so she pulled over the side, and parked the cycle.
"Something I can help you with officer she said as she turned to face the female officer that had approached her." The police car directly behind her."
The officer pulled down her shades. "Yes, Jessica. There is something you can help me with."'
"Cassandra? I don't believe it. How are you?"
"Want to tell me why you are driving so fast down this here highway, Jess?"
"Still talking hick, I see." Jess said smiling.
"I'm afriad I'm going to have to write chew up Jess, hon. You exceeded the speed limit here by thirty five miles. And this is a very dangerous highway."
"Cassy, Just give me the damn ticket, or whatever. I've got things I have to do."
"Like what! What have you got to do, Cass, that is so important that you are going to drive so fast down this here highway like you own the world?"
"Cass? Remember when we were in school together?"
"Yes."
"And I bit you?"
"Yes, I still have those marks, Jeass, which is exactly why I am writing you the ticket. A little revenge if you don't mind. You see, you ruined my life that day, Jess. I have not slept since then. I don't sleep at all. And I don't get hungry any more either. My own husband and son think I'm an insomniac, bulemic in need of a psyciatric evaluation. Mine life has just been awful thanks to you." The female officer hurriedly writes out the ticket and hand's it to Jessica.
"Oh, Thanks Cass." Jess rolled her eyes. "This is how you say thank you to someone who gives you the greatest power you have known. I gave you power, Cass. I gave you power you could not believe."
Cass returns a blank stare. "Power Jess? Really? You gave me a power that can kill people, Jess. And I don't want to kill anyone. I set a boy on fire once, in school. And now, I hate myself."
"What the fuck, Cass. You set a boy on fire? Why?"
"Jess, I can burn things from miles away. My baby brother died in that church fire that your brother set, if you don't remember. And you give me the power to burn things."
"Burn things? I was talking about immortality. And the power to bring others to life. I thought I turned you into a vampire, like me."
Cass shakes her head. "No. Not one like you. I remember when you told me that you would make me into a vampire, and I was afraid at first. Shit I am afraid of what I might do, now. Jess, I killed a deer the other day by setting it on flames while I was out huntin' with father. I set fire to it only using my mind, Jess."
"I-I... I don't know what to say. What are you going to do with this power? I didn't know I gave you this power. How? How could you possibly have gotten this power."
A sly smile crossed over Cass's face. "If only I knew. If only I knew."
"Is it allright if I go, now, Officer Cassie?"
"Yes, I suppose so. Just pay the ticket, and drive safe, okay?" Cass casually took off her shades and shoved them in her uniform shirt pocket.
"Yes, ma'am. Sheesh, you really do take your job seriously, Cass, don't you."
"You can bet you're life on it!"
And Jessica started back up the motorcycle feeling somewhat dismayed about the speeding ticket, but pleased that she had met up with her old highschool friend once again.
Cassy looked on down the highway as she re-entered her patrol vehichle, and in her eye there was a glimmer of something beyond the present. She looked in her reveiw mirror and looked into her eyes, and she could see the image of a church on fire.
To be continued....
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