Want to kill him

Want to kill him

How to kill a vampire?

I sat at the table in the kitchen, my usual spot. My hands were against my head and my eyes were shut tight. The smell of orange juice was strong along with the tangy taste of it in my mouth. The question echoed in my mind again. How did one kill a vampire? It was a dangerous thought, one that pushed me into dangerous territory, but I didn’t care about the consequences.

I was desperate.

It was the day after the full moon. My heat was gone just as quickly as it came. It was meant to last for a few days but this time, it didn’t. I thought it had something to do with the hatred I’d developed towards Lucien.

A vampire was meant to be immortal. It couldn’t be killed, but it could go into hibernation. But how?

Lucien didn’t avoid sunlight, he enjoyed it. Garlic? It was too far-fetched, just tales. He wasn’t a vampire, to begin with. He was only half a vampire, but still, there must’ve been a way to send him off to some sleep for a while—to kill him.

“Aurora?” A hand came over my shoulder, snapping me out of my thoughts. I looked up and there was Estella, sweet Estella, just worrying for me. “You’ve been thinking for a while now. Is there something that’s bothering you?” she asked me.

“Oh, nothing,” I lowered my head to take a sip from the orange juice that was in front of me. “Couldn’t sleep well last night.”

Estella didn’t tell me anything about what I heard. What Lucien said, all those words, all those threats, and all that disrespect. She didn’t say anything. She simply said it wasn’t the right time for me to visit my mother.

“You should take a walk outside. It may clear your mind. The sun is out as well, it’s a bright day.” She suggested to me.

I didn’t even consider it. “It’s fine, I’m fine.” I leaned back on the chair and crossed my arms.

I wanted to ask her how I could kill her alpha, but at the same time, I didn’t want her to become suspicious.

Lucien wasn’t letting me go to see my mother and his words were clear last night. Only over his dead body. Well, I intended on going whether it was over or under his dead body.

“Estella,” I called out her name with a sudden urgency. She turned around and glanced at me. “Have you seen another vampire, besides Lucien?”

“Plenty.”

“And are they all the same?”

“Yes, most of them are. They do have the same habits, drinking blood to preserve themselves but some of them have other abilities like mind control, speed, more strength…” She trailed off.

I acted surprised, “Oh, that’s so interesting. You told me something about hibernation earlier, couple of days ago and I was curious to know more about that. Do they just live forever and ever? I mean, are they truly immortal?”

“In a way, yes.”

There was only so little I knew about vampires, but she knew more, she knew a lot more than anyone else.

“How does one even go into that state of hibernation—resting?” I was slow with my questions so she wouldn’t catch me.

She sat down near to me, her eyes getting glassy. “The most used trick in the book is to simply bury yourself and avoid blood for as long as you can. It’s a slow process and it takes a while before a vampire can enter hibernation as there’s still a lot of blood left in the body. Once it’s completely used, they enter an asleep state. But it’s a very dangerous state as a vampire in hibernation is vulnerable. At that very stage, they could be killed if their bodies are not protected.”

I nodded, taking it all in. Could it be possible I could send Lucien to that state? When I thought of it, it was hard. He couldn’t resist blood and the last time I tried, it didn’t give me any good results.

“I see,” I finally said, breaking the silence that had formed. “It’s fascinating. Dangerous, but fascinating.”

“I agree.”

Leaning forward, I asked her one more question. “Could it be possible that someone else could force a vampire into that state?” It was a blunt question and I hoped she wouldn’t catch onto it.

Estella frowned slightly, thinking hard. “Well, I suppose if a vampire was kept away from blood for long enough, they could be forced into hibernation. The other way around would be a stab in the heart that would stop the blood flow, killing them until the wound heals. Once it does, they usually enter hibernation until there’s a fresh source of blood presented to them. But to do that, one would need plenty of strength.”

“Yes,” I agreed with her. “They are just so cunning and strong.”

She chuckled and lowered her head. “Yes, they are.”

As I finished my drink, I excused myself from the table. “I think I’m going to take a walk in the garden,” I told Estella.

She nodded and I stepped out of the kitchen before heading outside. The morning was cool with rays of sunshine that painted the garden with a soft glow. My eyes wandered around the entire place as I walked.

The house was formed over the mountain. It was isolated, a perfect hideaway for someone monstrous like Lucien. There were no houses nearby and there were no gates either. It was all open, open to flee but I knew I couldn’t run away like this. Those monstrous eyes were always watching me.

When he did leave the house, the doors were locked and there was no way I could go out as Estella was always near me.

I strolled along a pathway that went to the tower. When I looked at it, it terrified me. There was just something so unusual about it and I still couldn’t figure it out.

Why was it even here to begin with?

There were flowers everywhere in the garden, all of them blooming even in this harsh weather. A light breeze ruffled the leaves of the trees, creating a rustling sound. It was a beautiful day. There was so much beauty out here and a part of me never wanted to go, but the moment I went inside that haunted house, all the beauty vanished, replaced by darkness.

I neared a tree and stared at the broken branches on the ground. Some were thick, some were not. I stooped down, brushing my fingers over the rough surface. After a moment of thought, I selected a thick, sturdy branch around the length of my forearm. I picked it up and it was heavy.

This could do some damage.

He’d played his game, had his fun. Now it was my turn. And I planned to hit where it hurt the most.