Sam 

~Lost Time~ 

"...How long has it been...?" I couldn’t remeber when the last time I walked along society. To hear the minor and mundane chatter of people. To feel the uncomfortable heat and horrid icey weather on my skin. I haven't left Donovan's aprartment for what seems like three days now. Lying sideways on his couch kept my mind at ease for some reason. He keeps offering me to take his bed instead, but I refuse. The last time I did that, I suddenly ended up back behind that mirror when I woke up. I cried for proably hours. When I think I’m finally free, I'm always brought back. I can't imagine how he felt to wake up expecting to see the love of your life, only to be greeted by an empty bedside. I thought telling Donovan that I could dissapear any moment would ease the incoming pain, but it did nothing. There will always be some form of crack in my freedom. Like the small crack in Donovan's wall. I've stared at it for about 2 hours. I don't remeber it being there the first night I was transported here, but it’s there; and oddly enough, it bothers me.  

I slowy raise from the sofa. Surprising how my sides became cramp after one night of sleeping on it. Its pratically pitch black in here aside from the full moon supplying slight surface understandings around my surrounding. I began to look around for a lighter. Snagging Donovan’s ciggarettes was the first thing I did when coming here. I couldn’t remember the last time I had a lengthy smoke break. The addiction didn’t wear off on this un-aging body, but I don’t mind now. I always thought I’d get lung cancer from how much I’ve smoked, but it’s clear I won’t be getting any permanent sickness. Stepping out unto the patio, I lit my first of many ciggarettes, and closed my eyes facing upward.  

Slight euphoria is the best way I could describe it. It is an ever fleeting moment of enjoyment when you smoke one. My thoughts wondered far and deep. A moment to feel the air on my skin and hear the leaves busheling around me became ecstacy. I miss it all. Nothing could take me out the trance I became in; not even this pungent smell of blood let out by vampire that stood next to me.  

“Enjoying yourself?” He said.  

I tilted my head down and gave a seering side eye. “Yes actually, and It would be a lot better if you weren’t here ruining it.”  

He smiled, making sure to show me his abnormally long fangs. “Is that anyway to talk to and old friend?”  

“What do you want Silas.” 

“I couldn’t help but swing on in when I got word you were back. Everyone thought you were dead when your Master took you back.” 

“Well...he didn’t” A good part of me wishes he did already. “I imagine everyone has been busy at The Night-Lounge.” 

“Oh no, we changed that name long ago. We have a new location called Red-Eye.”  

“Subtle.” 

“Well, Cassius does all the naming conventions...so, tell me...who’s the new guy?”  

“New guy?...Donovan? You mean Donovan?” 

“Yeah, sure.” 

I took another relaxed puff of the ciggarette. “Okay...what do you want to know?” 

“He...has potential...we’ve noticed.” His demeanor slightly changed. Going from slouch and relaxed, to slightly upright. He definetly wants something from him.  

“Potential? What aren’t you telling me? You of all people just don’t go out of the way to look for certain people. Someone else is looking for him. Your boss maybe?” 

“Deductive as always.” His eyes grew a bright red in the dreary shadow that cast over his upper body. “...Copernicus wants to meet him.”  

“There’s no way that would happen if...our Masters exsist. You’ll be fighting a losing battle Silas, just go home.” 

He didn’t budge. In fact, he seemed to come a little closer to me in intrigue. His sudden movement forward was just enough for me to see his elongated nails sharpen to a needle point. An obvious gesture of intimidation, but I’ve experienced worse. “Well, luckily he knows that would be the case. There’s an offer we want to present....”  

Without giving him a curious look, I faced forward and did not break my gaze to the full moon. “Okay...speak on it. What do you want?”  

“In exchange for his enlistment to us, we’ll present you...freedom.”  

My body froze and he definetly noticed. The concept of being free most certainly shook me to the core. “Freedom?” I finally said. “How can you give that to me? You blood-drinkers really do seem full of yourselves the more time passes by.” 

He chuckles as his eyes glow a deep crimson red in the stern shadow casting over his upper body. A brief glimmer of a sharp teeth emerged through the shadow in an upward angle. This fucker was having a good time playing with my head. “We know what we’re about. With that being said; we also know what we’re capable of. We are more than capable to present you and escape from his clutches. He is powerful, but his power is not abolute nor is he invincible.” 

“...You almost had me convinced for a second there.” I turned towards hims sternly. “You don’t know what he’s capable of. I’ve seen it first hand many times. If you know whats best, you should just forget about it.”  

He sighs deeply. “I forgot how hard of a cookie you can be” he said paintively. “I know you’ve been through a lot, but...consider it. You know where to find me when you’ve made up your mind.” His small steps forward brought his face into the pale moonlight. His prescence hasn’t changed in last few years. If I could remember he was pushing nearly two-hundred years old, and he’s one of the many younger ones from what I recall. His black suit with the vampire’s signature blood infused tie, countered his nearly bleach white skin and hair. His overall look was mezmerising to say the least, but I pull my gaze to avoid the deceptive glamour. I tried to remain collected as I could feel his intrusively intense stare. From there I saw many paired red dots glaring back at me from the deep shadows. Bloodlust all made the colors deepen into a crimson hue of visceral hunger. This no longer became an offer.