Bride of Blood:: First Kiss (27 page)

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
He awoke around 10:00 PM the next night, very thirsty and ready.
 
He quickly made his way out of the hold and went to the crew’s chambers.
 
The men sat up in their bunks, wondering who this strange stowaway was.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
One of the men, a mean-looking bloke stood up and approached Anton.
 
Anton was dressed in the finest clothes of that period, definitely not sea-worthy attire.
 
The man was scarred and weather-beaten from years on the ocean.
 
He looked Anton up and down and said, “Boys, I thinks we got ourselves a stowaway!”
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The others laughed.
 
They seemed like they were trying hard to sound like pirates.
 
Anton found that humorous as he folded his arms across his chest.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The man continued, “You know what we do to stowaways, don’t ye?”
 
He got right up close to Anton.
 
Too close.
 
The smell of sweat and salt water was too much.
 
Anton’s nose stung.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Let me guess,” he said looking into the man’s eyes.
 
“You throw them overboard?”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Yep,” said the sailor.
 
“And that’s where ye are going.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“No, I think you are mistaken.
 
It is ‘ye’ who will be going to the bottom of the ocean this night.” He smiled at the sailor and then grabbed him by the throat.
 
Quicker than the others could see, he tore open the man’s throat and drank from him like a water fountain.
 
The others were shocked, but quickly ran for Anton.
 
Anton grabbed each of them as they approached and quickly dispatched each of them.
 
The last one put up a pretty good fight as Anton tried to drink from him.
 
He was younger than the others.
 
But that didn’t stop Anton from drinking a little from him, and then twisting his head off.
 
He threw the boy’s head across the room, and it made a sick “thunk” when it hit the way.
 
He bent down and pulled out a very sharp knife from one from one of the dead sailors.
 
He then started to cut up the bodies of the men and splash their remaining blood over the walls.
 
It was if he were painting a gruesome masterpiece for anyone to see who happened to find this ship.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Anton left the room and made his way around the ship.
 
He searched his thoughts and tried to focus in on Theodosia.
 
He could feel her awaken from sleep as word got to her that the ship was under attack.
 
But he couldn’t exactly pinpoint her location right away.
 
Still he arrived up on deck to find himself face to face with the remaining crew.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
The crew members were armed, but suddenly were afraid when they saw Anton.
 
His clothes, face and hair were soaked with blood.
 
He didn’t hesitate when he saw them, but approached them without stopping.
 
The crew, about 5 or 6 of them, attacked him.
 
Anton lost count as he killed them all.
 
He drank from none of them, but would either crush their skulls or snap their necks when they got within reach.
 
He moved so quickly that none of them had a chance.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
As the last crew member fell dead at his feet, Anton closed his eyes and concentrated on Theodosia again.
 
Not surprisingly, she and Mr. Green were locked in her room.
 
She cried as Mr. Green propped a chair against the door.
 
“What madness is this!?” she cried to Green as she sat on the bed crying.
 
He took a pistol from his coat pocket and tried to sooth her.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Don’t worry, my lady,” he said to her.
 
“I will protect you with my very life if I must.”

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“And that you shall do!” said a voice that seemed to come from the very walls of the room.
 
Suddenly Anton tore up through the floorboards and grabbed Green’s ankles.
 
Green and Theodosia both screamed.
 
Anton started to drag him down as Green struggled and tried to shoot him.
 
But each shot just made Anton drag him even further.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Run! My lady! Run!” yelled Green.
 
Theodosia obeyed and threw the chair way from the door.
 
She looked back to see Green disappear under the floor.
 
Instantly, blood began to spew from the hole in the floor like a geyser.
 
She screamed and ran from the room.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She made it to the ship’s deck and saw several dead bodies strewn from one end to the other.
 
She covered her mouth and tried to stifle a scream.
 
She didn’t know what else to do except look for the life boats.
 
She made her way in that direction, but slipped and fell several times because of the dead bodies and the blood that covered the deck.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She was suddenly stopped in her tracks when she came face to face with her tormenter.
 
Anton was covered in blood from head to toe.
 
His long hair was caked to his body and head. His shirt was ripped and torn, but still hanging onto him.
 
His eyes were bright yellow and his fangs were bared.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
For the first time, Anton looked at Theodosia Burr.
 
She was a lovely woman with very long dark hair.
 
Strangely, she looked very little like her bastard father, obviously taking on her mother’s looks.
 
But Anton also saw that she was sick-looking and slightly frail.
 
 
He didn’t know if that was because of fear or from the sadness of losing her child.
 
For a slight moment, he had pity on her.
 
But vengeance would have to be quenched, and he threw her an angry and hateful glare.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Theodosia tried to run away, but Anton grabbed her.
 
She struggled against him, but he held onto her.
 
“Do you see, my dear Theodosia?
 
Do you see?” He directed her gaze to the carnage on the deck.
 
“Do you see what your father’s sins have wrought?”
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
She didn’t know what to say.
 
She was scared and confused at the same time.
 
Anton didn’t give her a chance.
 
He dug his fangs into her neck and drank.
 
She struggled a little more and then slowly began to stop.
 
Just at the moment when she was nearing death, Anton stopped drinking and then let her drop to the deck.

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
“Now,” he said wiping her blood from his mouth, “I said I would kill you.
 
But I will do much worse than kill you.
 
I will curse you with an insatiable torment that will be worse than death.”
 
She was panting and looked up at him with almost empty eyes.
 
It was if they were crying “Why?” to him.
 
He bent down and then prepared for The Transformation.
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
He tore off what remained of his sleeve and bit into his arm.
 
He was full of blood, more than he had ever remembered.
 
He could have probably transformed at least 5 people if he’d wanted.
 
The blood flowed from his wound very readily.
 
He grabbed Theodosia’s head by the hair and lifted it.
 
She didn’t have the strength to struggle, but she tried anyway.
 
He shoved his forearm into her mouth.
 
She tried to fight it, but as soon as the hot blood touched her tongue she gave in and began to drink.