Remebering the Past {OPEN}

[Dahlia Kade Valencia]

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Dahlia was out one night and just felt like taking a walk out into the city. Walking for a mile or two away from home, she found a graveyard. As she approached it, she began to see how big the cemetary really was. Walking through the misty air of the graveyard, she stumbled upon a few tombstones and the life span of the babies were so short. The youngest she saw so far was two weeks old. Poor children, wives and husbands. Some of them died on accident, some were murdered and some died of just old age. Dahlia began to think of how she would never experience death as a normal human usually does in their lifetime. But when it came her time to die in that alley, it just wasn't time yet. Siete changed her destiny forever, and she loved him for that, but at the same time she wished he would have let her die.

Touching the shining tombstones that were reflecting the moon's light, she tried to push those past thoughts away. Everytime she began to think about her past, she would end up breaking down and crying. But she still had her brother in life, and her love, still, why was she so broken up inside. What could possibly be missing in the immortal life of Dahlias'? She had the beauty, her family and finally a love that could last forever. Something still didn't feel right, she didn't know what it was. Maybe it was her vampire side trying to make her go crazy. Maybe it was time to go out and go feeding. She turned her gaze back to the tombstones and continued to walk down the dark and gloomy path........

[Siete]

Siete rarely visited the human world. He had more important things to do, like watching over his children in New Mayhem. His children, the other vampires. The Silver line needed special attention, for as the ruling class, it was only a matter of time before they grew too drunk on power. Though for a vampire, a matter of time could mean millennia. The Silver line was one of his earliest fledglings, and he knew them fairly well. He also needed to check up on the other vampire cities in other parts of the world, for his children had spread everywhere.

Sometimes, however, he preferred to walk among the mortal world. He could never pretend he was one of them, never again. But he could let them think he was one of them. They didn’t know that he was the source of every myth about vampires. That he was truly immortal, unlike his children. That even if struck with the most fatal Vida knife, he would survive.

Tonight, he visited the graveyard, a permanent reminder of death. He floated out through the tombstones, his somber clothes making him practically invisible. His quick eyes soon picked out another figure, one he instantly recognized as Dahlia. In less than a second, he was at her side. Every time he saw her, he felt guilty; he knew she hated being a vampire. “What are you doing here?” he asked quietly, his cold voice softened slightly when talking to her.

[Dahlia Kade Valencia]

Dahlia was so focused in her thoughts that when she felt a presense next to her, she jumped slightly. But shortly thereafter, she relized it was her sire and lover. Siete, what was he doing here? It was such a great night and he could have been out and doing something better than being on the earth, there with her. She knew that he would as well look at tombstones and give a moment to those who have departed, a kind gesture for him to do. She sighed and turned to look at him and she knew that he knew that she hated what she was but it was who she was now, she had to get over it, live with it.

"I was just..looking at the departed, seeing how they increase more and more every year. And just, remebering my past I guess. How about you? What are you doing down here? Perhaps doing the same as I?" Dahlia placed a hand on his shoulder and looked into his cold eyes that seemed to soften whenever she was with or around him. They always could soften eachother up emotionally, no matter how depressed, angry or moody they were. They were just two vampires that can ease up to eachother and make their lives easier to have a friend.

Dahlia pulled up her jacket at the sides, the fog was thick in the graveyard and it seemed a little strange, something felt different. A bit off you could say, but she couldn't smell anything in the area besides Siete and she shook it off and returned her gaze to a tombstone in front of her and read it's contents. She waited for his reply and tried to ignore her past, which at the moment was eating at her.

[Siete]

Siete sighed, running a hand through his hair absently. Dahlia was one of his few regrets for having changed her; not because he disliked her company, though. In fact, it was quite the opposite. But she seemed so sad…One such as Siete rarely felt compassion, but he did towards his fledgling that didn’t want to kill. She had to, of course; not even Siete could protect her against her blood brothers and sisters if she chose to feed off of animals. Even then, she probably wouldn’t want to feed off of animals.

The vampire took another look around the cemetery. It wasn’t unlike many others he had seen; overcrowded and eerie in the dark light. It was cold, but he was dressed in a dark T shirt, slacks, and light jacket. Siete easily slung an arm around Dahlia’s shoulder, pulling her closer to him. He rested his head on hers, looking at the tombstone in front of them. “I’ve been around far too long to have a past, love,” he said softly. “I just wanted to walk.” Of course, he could bring himself anywhere with a thought, but that wasn’t nearly as enjoyable as actually taking a walk. To many, mortals and immortals alike, were in a hurry.

Sometimes Siete wished he could just shake Dahlia. How could he have been so stupid to change her? He hadn’t had a choice, really, except to see her die. But still…most of his fledglings were ruthless and power hungry, afraid to kill and doing anything to not be killed. Looking around the cemetery, Siete remembered himself what he was. He sent a thought to Dahlia, one she didn’t have to reply to if she didn’t want to: Do you want to know how many have been killed by your kind? By me? Siete didn’t have to feed as much as most vampires, but his power still came from blood. He did need to feed.

[Dahlia Kade Valencia]

Dahlia felt his arm come across her shoulder, pulled her closer to him and his head rested on hers gently as their eyes both gazed at the tomb before them. She began to wonder what death was like, what happened when it all went black. The feeling of death sounded like a mystery but she relized she was already dead, just a walking shell was all she was. Emotions ran deep and she was thankful that she could still feel love for someone...towards Siete.. Being a vampire was just hard for her at times, but she would soon get a hang of it and ignore the guilt and maybe someday considering becoming a vegetarian vampire. Meaning she would only feed on animals, it would be better than having to live with the guilt that always weighed her down.

He then said that he has had too long of a life to have a past, and that made sense. And he just wanted to walk. It made sense she guessed and sighed lightly then thought of her future with Siete. How he made her this way, and everything happened for a reason, that there was a reason for him to save her that night that she was dying in the alleyway. He must have seen something in her. She didn't want to let him down by always moping around and seeing so depressed. She lightly smiled as she thought of their future together.

Siete then spoke to her in her mind and gave her a question, asking if she wanted to know how many have been killed by her kind. Dahlia turned her head to him then faced her whole body towards him, which made his arm slide off slowly. She looked deep in his chocolate eyes and said "I know my breed are monsters, it's not that we want to, it's that we have to. I respect what you did for me Siete and maybe someday I will feed on animals to stop this guilt. It's not your fault of my depression, it's myself." She rested one hand on his chest as she spoke and waited for his response.

[Siete]

There was a good reason most vampires stayed away from cemeteries. Only the most callous of vampires could see the hundreds of graves and not feel nostalgic for death. Siete looked around, knowing each headstone stood for somebody who was in a place he could never reach. In the first few thousand years of his life, he was okay with that. The world was interesting, and there was a lot to learn. But now…he was growing weary of the world, and the humans in it. Who knew what Dahlia was thinking now.

Honestly, not even Siete knew what the future would hold, especially concerning his relationship to Dahlia. He knew many vampire men who would stay with a woman for a month, or a week, or even just a day. He had never been able to settle into a lifestyle like that, not even when he was alive. He honestly didn’t know how long he would be with Dahlia; hopefully a long time, though. Dahlia was different, he had to say.

Though Siete had been dead thousands of years, some habits were hard to get rid of. He gave a sharp intake of breath when Dahlia slid to face him, and said that she would start feeding off animals. “Nobody will argue we are monsters,” Siete said, his voice low and urgent. “But it is the level of monstrosity that each of us will go to that determines our power. Dahlia…if you feed on animals, you will lose almost all the power you have. Your thirst for human blood will overpower you, and you will kill people. And even if you didn’t…” he paused, swallowing against the lump that had formed in his throat. “Love, I don’t know if even I could protect you. My kind, especially my direct line, are harsh.” Siete shuddered at the thought of some of his fledglings, like Kendra or Silver, meeting Dahlia.

[Dahlia Kade Valencia]

Dahlia listened to Siete as he spoke to her uneasy as he took a sharp breath. She knew with what she said that it wasn't going to be acceptable. Feeding on animals was never a good alternative for her guilt, it would make her go on a frenzy from craving so much human blood and the build up would be so great and she would fight it but in the end, she would only end up leaving a massacre of bodies lying all around her and she would wonder what had happened and everything would end up back as it was now, a deep state of depression. This cemetary was only making everything worse and it seemed that she couldn't think clearly.

As Siete said that even he couldn't protect her, she looked down and her hazel eyes wandered to the ground and she pondered on what to do. Perhaps she would figure out a solution to her problem, but now she wanted to get out of here, before she lost her mind of all the memories of the blood and screams and lives she has taken and put here in these holes, six feet under.

Kade returned her eyes back to his and softly asked him "May we please get out of here, If I don't I fear you will lose me emotionally and mentally." He could hand slowly reached for his and she took one last scan of the entire place and said "Farewell thee departed, we shall speak again soon." She hoped that she would never wander to this place again and get mentally lost within the havoc of it all. Life would just have to go on living with it all, maybe she should go and have some fun and get her mind off of killing for just a moment. And go on every month having Siete try to nurse her back to mental conciousness and only feeding once a month.

[Siete]

Siete was just thinking of taking Dahlia out of the cemetery when she mentioned doing so herself. He took her hand in his, tugging her along behind him. He caught her faint farewell to the dead, but didn’t say anything. “Come on, Kade,” he said softly, using her nickname. “Don’t envy the humans for their death. There is much in this world to keep you entertained, and we rule all of it.” A common vampire saying was that even the weakest vampire was 30 times stronger than a human, and 10 times stronger than the greatest Vida witch. There was no doubt that the vampires ruled, even if the humans didn’t know of the aristocracy that took place just above their heads. It was the greatest feeling of power to know that you were part of that aristocracy, or the source of it, even.

As if to prove their power, Siete transported the two of them to the path outside the cemetery with his mind, in the space of time it took him to think of the new location. They began to walk, Siete wrapping his arm around Dahlia’s waist. The night was quiet, clear and warm, almost perfect. Siete glanced up at the sky and the stars, remembering a time when the sky wasn’t clouded with smoke and other fumes. Thousands of years ago, even only a few hundred years back, if you stood out in the middle of an empty field at night, it was bright enough to read by. Siete vividly remembered doing such several times, though he could no longer. Even on the clearest night now, you couldn’t see half as many stars as there should be.

Lost in his musings, it took him a few seconds to realize that he heard music. He paused, tilting his head. They were near the tiny park that was next to the cemetery, and it was from here the music came from. It was quiet, classical music, the kind that was so hated today but still revered and loved by many ancient vampires. He didn’t know where it came from; probably a couple out for a romantic nighttime stroll. He turned to Dahlia, bowing slightly at the waist and the barest hint of a grin flickering at his lips. “May I have this dance, m’lady?” he asked, extending one arm out to Dahlia. Siete wasn’t known for frivolity, but ballroom dancing was a skill he had kept alive since his death, and he felt it was needed now.

[Dahlia Kade Valencia]

Dahlia became a bit more alert when he called her by her nickname. It had been awhile since he had called her nickname. It was rare, but on the times he did, it was sweet. And it cheered her up just a little bit and she needed that for sure. It seemed that he was the only one who could ever cheer her up anymore, everyone seemed to give up on her. Siete was compassionate and generous for not throwing her to the dogs for her behavior at times, she deserved it completely from him and if he was ever to do that to her, she would be able to understand. Though she knew Siete better than that, and he was to generous to ever think of performing such an act. Siete said that she shall not envy the humans for their death, and that the vampires rule over. It all made sense to her that she should have some happiness in that statement and maybe someday she would find the happiness somewhere.

Siete had then transported them at the entrance of the cemetery looking away from it. It took her a moment to get what had just happened, she gasped lightly when it took place and said "I forgot how swift you were.." Siete wrapped his arm around her small waist and she leaned his way as they walked. His warm embrace was always the cure to her pain. She looked at him for a brief second and caught him glancing at the stars. Dahlia focused her eyes up to the sky as well and her eyes widened. Wow it was sure beautiful that night and it seemed perfect.

Dahlia heard faint music playing in the background as they were continuing to walk down the street. Her head slowly turned in the direction in where it was coming from, she couldn't see the source of the music, but it was beautiful and peaceful. Dahlia sighed in contentness and a hint of happiness. It was odd to hear that type of music these days, usually it was the rap music that had no heart meaning and seemed just like noise that had no effort put into it or no sense of anything beautiful. As she looked at Siete, he was bowing before her and a small grin was hinted at his lips. Dahlia had a small smile that grew into a big smile, that turned into a little laugh. How chivilerious of him to do that. He extended his arm out to her and she put her hand on her chest for a moment in being surprised. "You may kind sir." She said light and then she turned completely toward him and put her hand in his with it lifted up and her other hand rested on his shoulder, with her own shoulder lifted a little. It was the position of ballroom dancing. Back in her human days she had learned how to properly dance and those days were surely fun as well as missed. Dahlia listened to the music and tried to start to get on the beat waited for Siete to lead. It was the male's role to lead first.