Chapter 5: You Only See Through Me
~ June 27 1930
Cillian was with his lovely Julia sitting in the back courtyard of his home, parent’s home. It was very nice outside, the sky was deep blue if you could see if past the shady trees of the courtyard. A slight breeze that blew Cillian’s hair, which was down to his shoulders wavy.
Julia sat in front of him, her hair strikingly red in the sun. Pulled up on her head, going down in very beautiful curls. She was sitting with him talking.
“You’re quite the aristocrat,” smiled Julia looking around.
“I guess I am,” answered Cillian putting his glass of lemonade to his mouth, he took a drink.
“An aristocrat that never touches coffee, or tea,” laughed Julia, “You are a very interesting aristocrat. That I’ll marry,” she stated plainly. Cillian had sat his glass down on the table, and by that time looked at her like she was, surprisingly, crazy. “Yes, we will marry next summer. A lovely outdoor wedding, lovely. I will have a lovely ring with diamonds. And a silk white dress. And it’ll be grand.”
“Really?” swallowed Cillian.
“But, if you were to commit adultery, or anything along those lines in that time, or didn’t get your hair cut, I’ll leave you at the altar in front of your entire family,” she stated, amused, “Just like your mother said I would.”
After awhile, just a moment, not that long really, a smile appeared onto Cillian’s face, “I would never part with my hair.”
“Then I will leave you there,” she pointed out, “And you’ll never be wed.”
“Never. Well then I can leave for India and buy me a lovely nine year old,” laughed Cillian sarcastically, Julia gave him a weird look, “Don’t worry, she will never be a beautiful as you. At least, not till she becomes of age.”
“You would never buy a nine year old,” smiled Julia leaning in a little closer, naturally.
“Maybe you don’t know me that well,” said Cillian tauntingly leaning back a little in his seat put one leg over the other.
“So then, we are betrothed to be married,” replied Julia.
“I wonder what my mother and father will think,” stated Cillian looking down at his glass of lemonade, adjusting the red tie around his throat.
“Oh, you’re mother would die,” said Julia, “I don’t want to tell them yet,” she placed her white hand lovingly on his hand that lay on his knee.
He put his hand over hers, “Yes, wouldn’t she.”
“I don’t understand why she doesn’t like me, I’m not a crazy person,” answered Julia.
“Mother just doesn’t want me to leave her. Knows I will find a woman to love and care for,” sighed Cillian, “My sweet Julia. We will marry,” he kissed her hand, leaned against the table, putting her hand against his warm, dry, soft forehead, “We’ll tell her and there’s nothing she can do to change my mind.”
Julia kissed his cheek. “Will it be a pretty wedding like I imagine, or will we end up eloping.”
“It was be a…grandiose…wedding,” smiled Cillian taking her into his lap. He sat his head on her naked shoulder lovingly.
“I’m excited,” she sighed, “You’ve got me excited.”
He looked her in the eyes sitting up straighter, “I will never be alone will I?”
“No,” she smiled, her smiled went away, “What will your mother try to do? Take away your trust, or kick you out. Hire someone to kill me?”
“She wouldn’t hire someone to kill you,” he thought about it, “At least I don’t believe so. I would protect you if she tried.”
Julia leaned her forehead against his, “I want her to get in our way.”
“We can get marry out of town,” said Cillian sweetly.
“I will be frank, I…hate your mother,” stated Julia.
“The best do,” smiled Cillian sitting up, it stung a bit to hear that since he loved his mother but he was frank, most people didn’t ever like that old bat.
“I wish I didn’t, but-”
“I understand,” he bit his lip, “Tonight we’ll tell them your grand idea.”
“Oh, but you inspired it,” she smiled.
Cillian leaned in smiling and kissed her softly on the lips.
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It sleet over head on Ramona as she stood in the bushes next to John’s house looking up into the windows. She stepped away, cold, still wet. Very cold, she needed to get home before she lost an extremity that was valuable, that‘s what she thought anyway.
Ramona walked stealthily towards the sidewalk. She walked down it pulling her bike with her.
“What are you doing?” asked John. Ramona jumped. “You’re all wet.”
“Um…I’ve got to go,” stated Ramona turning towards him.
“No, come in. You’re just wet,” he went towards her holding his sweater over his hands because they were cold.
“I have to go.”
“You’ll tell me more while we’re inside,” answered John.
“But-”
“Parents aren’t home, they won’t ask,” stated John, “ You’re going to get sick.”
Ramona couldn’t keep him from taking her into the house. He closed the door behind himself.
The warmth of the house swept over Ramona suddenly. She wanted more of it, even though she’d burn a little the way people’s extremities do after they’ve gone numb, or just really cold.
John put his hand on her back leading her over to the fireplace. Seems like everyone owns one of those, “Why were you outside?”
“I was making sure you were okay,” sighed Ramona.
“Why are you all wet?” he asked, “Where you trying to pull an E.T. with your bike?”
Ramona smiled, “No. I fell in a puddle.”
“Oh,” he said amused, “You fell in a puddle? Was this puddle the size of a, pool?”
“Yes,” she smiled looking up to him, “It was a rather large puddle.”
“You must be really cold,” he said looking down at her.
“Nothing I can’t handle,” she sighed, “I’m going to have to leave.”
“No, I’ll get you a robe, or something else to, wear you. Get warm,” he answered leaving her side and going up the stairs.
Ramona watched him leave, she had to go home soon. Ramona took her cell phone out of her pocket. Water leaked out of it, “Damn it.”
John came down the stairs again with some other clothes, “Turns out I think one of my sisters is your size.”
“Is it the 12 year old one?” smiled Ramona, as he walked towards her.
He held them. “Why would I be in danger. Ramona, what are you not telling me?”
“I’m telling you everything I can,” stated Ramona going towards him a step.
“What can’t you tell me?” asked John.
“It’s very difficult. And-”
“You don’t need to give them back or anything,” said John. Handed over a pair of jeans and a yellow T-shirt. He then stated in a caring way, “I hope you’re not taking what I said to heart and trying to make yourself a super hero. Cause you’re not.”
“Thank you,” answered Ramona taking the clothes, “Where’s your bathroom?”
“Down the hall, you of course, don’t have to go there. I can leave the room,” he said sweetly.
“No, I’ll… just go to the bathroom…” there was moment of looking into each other’s eyes.
John seemed so close to her. She had the clothes in her hand, he was handing them to her. She was starting to burn a bit from the warmth of the place.
John’s hand was on hers. Ramona slowly leaned up to him. John felt that closeness and leaned down to her. There lips touched. She pulled back a little then leaned in and let them touch fully again. John kissed her harder.
They dropped the clothes that were being handed over to her. She ran her hands up she shoulders as he put his around her waist.
She held his warm neck gently, her hands running into his hair. John ran his against her jacket. John took it off her shoulders. Ramona was growing warmer under his palms pushed him back.
He sat down on the couch pulling her down to him and kissing her hard, running his hand up the side of her shirt as she sat down over him. John lifted her shirt up over her head as she grabbed at the buttons of his shirt.
John put her hand in her hair. He kissed her throat feeling down to her bra straps. Opened his shirt slightly was going to… Ramona blinked.
She stopped, “Stop.” John kept kissing her for the moment, “Stop.” She pulled away, “This. No.”
“What?” asked John, he thought she was very pretty.
“I’m just going to get my clothes on and leave,” said Ramona.
“Did I-”
“No,” she said quickly, bending down and grabbing her coat, “I don’t want this.” Ramona looked at him, “Not yet anyway.”
She put her coat on leaving her shirt there and left the house quickly. John sat there, his parade having been rained on once again.
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The next day was Saturday. Fisher was gathering information on the demon when Ramona walked in. Very dry now.
She wore a pink cashmere sweater and blue jeans with her boots and her black jacket, “We’ve got to find out more on Cillian.”
Fisher looked up at her, “What about the Nar-real demon?”
“Dead.”
He dropped his stuff on his desk, “You went out there and killed it?! What if it had killed you? You’re bloody lucky-”
“Cillian killed it, and when did vamps start being able to resuscitate people?” said Ramona.
“Um…They can. But you went out there! Resuscitate, you still died anyway?!”
“How can, they?” asked Ramona sitting down in front of the desk.
“That’s not the point-”
“Fisher, demon dead. Now lets get onto Cillian’s case,” said Ramona.
Fisher looked at her for a long moment. He decided to speak suddenly, “Just because you’re a vampire doesn’t mean you don’t automatically take in air and push it out. Just means you don’t need it, and can live in poison, or carbon dioxide contaminated areas. Etc.”
“Well, what’s the big deal with him killing my demon?” asked Ramona.
“I’m ashamed you-”
“What’s the big deal?” she emphasized, “I get it, your disappointed that I went out there and did my job alone. So I did, demon dead. We don‘t have to worry about it. Just worry about Cillian. Cillian has too much power behind him, or however you want say it. Why would he save his supposed arch nemesis?”
He looked to his fish tank, took a breath cooling down, “Clearly he wants you for himself.”
“Thought so. Great, now I’m marked,” replied Ramona folding her hands over her chest, “Not that I didn’t know that, just a bit more marked than usual.”
“Many vampires enjoy hunting down a slayer, it’s a proof of power, I don’t figure he’s killed one before, you think?” asked Fisher.
“I don’t know, it’s not written on his forehead,” replied Ramona, she ran her finger across her forehead, “Slayer killer.”
“He’ll want to toy with you, play with you for awhile.”
“And we don’t want that,” replied Ramona.
“Ramona dear. I’ve been looking around for him since you brought him to mind. I don’t know where he is,” replied Fisher sitting down behind the desk, “Where he came from. I need more name, names he’s gone by.”
“Um…” it was going to hit her, “Cillian-” She thought hard, “Armos. Yes, Armos, that’s his name.”
“I’ll start looking into it.”
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Cillian stood in the front parlor with his hair pulled back and tied with a black ribbon of sorts. Julia fancy as always standing at his side. He held her hand.
In came in the old bat. Actually didn’t look like the common old bat. You could tell she was beautiful at one time. Her hair was blonde and very much curly in a pretty way. She had premature wrinkles if one were to guess her age.
In her fine purple dress she sat down. Had been standing up, at the good height of 6’”, at least 5’11”. Pearly white skin. Big blue eyes. She didn’t look mean, but she probably would if she got angry.
Cillian looked like his father. His father had brown eyes though and black hair. His father looked to be quite older than his mother. Quite. They were aristocrats if a set were ever seen.
“I have wonderful news,” said Cillian, smiling.
“What is it son?” asked his father, brightly smiling at his pupil, “Did you get a job?”
“No father,” laughed Cillian, “Something grander.”
“Well, tell us,” stated his mother, giving Julia a very mean look.
Cillian cleared his throat taking Julia to him, holding her hand tight, lovingly tight, “Julia and I are in love.” His mother looked at him quickly, “We are going to get married.”
“Oh, Cillian. Are you trying to kill me?” demanded his mother in a fit of laughter, “You, marry, this. Trollop.”
“Mother don’t call her that,” said Cillian, his happiness dropping to an all time low.
“Sweet heart,” said his father, “Julia is a fine young woman.”
“I will not have this,” said the mother, “Cillian, I will not have this rot at all. You know the rumors about her family.”
“Ma’am I, there aren’t any rumors,” said Julia plainly.
“Shut up child, you’ll speak when spoken to,” growled his mother sitting up straighter.
“I love her mother,” growled Cillian, he thought it would have gone a lot better.
“Congratulations son,” answered his father pouring himself some more brandy wine.
“No congratulations,” growled his mother standing up, “I will not have this living under my roof.”
“Then I will live somewhere else,” said Cillian bringing Julia to him.
“I think it’s very fine if she lives here,” sighed his father looking at the fruit bowl on the parlor table.
“You will not,” screeched his mother, her voice grew calm when she spoke next, “You are the only child I have left. Your filthy whore of a sister left me to death, now I only have you!”
“Mother, I’m not a child. Not anymore. I love Julia, she’s everything I could ever want. I will live somewhere else if I have to, get a job. I don’t care, I’ll do anything for her,” stated Cillian.
“I may weep,” growled his mother grabbed up the glass from his father’s hand, she took a drink.
“I don’t care what you think about me Mrs. Armos,” said Julia firmly.
Suddenly Cillian’s mother threw the glass, it hit the wall near her shattering. No his mother wasn‘t drunk, she was just angry enough to do something that a drunk person would do well. Julia had screamed from the suddenness of the braking of the glass. “You better start caring what I think you trash.”
“Shut your throat!” growled Cillian putting Julia behind him, “You won’t speak this way to her.”
“I will speak however I’d like under my roof!”
“Oh, here we go again,” groaned his father grabbing for another glass and filling it.
“I will not tolerate this whore’s presence!!” screamed his mother, “I only want what’s best for you!!”
“She never did anything to you!!” roared Cillian.
“Honey,” sighed his father, “Don’t get the boy angry.”
“There’s many a filly out there Cillian, my son,” said his mother trying to explain it to him, “I will not have her marry you. You are higher than her!”
“Lets go,” said Cillian.
Julia was shaking afraid his very tall mother was going to throw something else at her. His mother grabbed the fruit bowl off the table and threw it at her. The glass from the bowl hit them. Cillian’s face got scratched. Cillian put his hand to the cut.
“You will leave my son to his own life. He will marry a wife I approve of!!!” roared his mother, “Or NOT at ALL!!”
Julia was crying. Cillian took Julia by the hand and took her out of the parlor, “Go to the door.” Cillian turned towards his mother, “You won’t stop me from marrying her!!!”
Cillian left the house slamming the door behind him.
“Look what she’s done to my baby,” said his mother going back against the parlor couch.
“Oh dear you were overacting,” father took a drink of his brandy.
“No I wasn’t,” she said firmly.
“Okay, fine, you weren’t,” stated his father willingly shrugging.
Julia and Cillian went down the street from the house. Julia looked up at Cillian’s cheek, “Oh, look what she did.”
“I’ll heal,” sighed Cillian.
“I hate her. She hates me. It’s only fit that I hate her,” stuttered Julia.
“No, I don’t care what she says. It’s like when she yelled out that the milk man was your father-”
“But that was true!” cried out Julia.
Cillian hugged Julia and kissed her head, “I don’t care what she says even if he was German.” Julia put her head against his chest, Cillian kissed her head against holding her in his arms feeling so much in love with this infinitely beautiful creature.
“I don’t care what mother says. I will never give into her. She doesn’t deserve my love,” said Cillian, he looked straight forward holding his love tightly.
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Heavy Metal music played through out the small vampire meeting area. Actually it was a place for any type of demon, but only the cool ones. Where they listen to music, drink, eat. Do whatever they want.
The demons were enjoying themselves immensely in the bright flashing lights of the club. Playing there games, passing around humans.
Cillian loved this place. He wore a blank tank top and blue jeans dancing with a beautiful woman. Vampire yes, beautiful because she wasn’t wearing her game face. Cillian actually liked to dance with all the women there. His favorites where the ones that looked like they came from good ole’ Europe.
Spinning the girls around going through out the area. Picking the girls up. Vamps in this place had to have manners. Or at least till they started tearing out their victim’s throat.
There was the large dance floor then the 4 separate columns the could put the humans on a make them scream for their life because they were up so high.
Cillian walked over to the bar and sat down at it. The lighting better over there, not so flashy. Cillian sat down on a stool.
Then another vampire came up to him, “Long time no see Cillian.”
“Hello there,” laughed Cillian.
The vamp sat down, “Dude what are you one?”
“16 year old drug addicted prostitute,” said Cillian slyly.
“Where did you get it?” asked the vamp.
“Downtown,” said Cillian, “She was very nice. Now,” he turned to the vamp in a ‘way’. His whole demeanor changing, “What the hell do you want.”
“I heard you saved a slayer,” stated the vamp.
“Shh….” stated Cillian, “We don’t talk that way around here.”
“Playing games, why don’t you just, take out her family-”
“It’s all about the game my friend,” stated Cillian brushing his hair off his face. “I’m going to toy with her for a little while, then take her out in an epic way.”
“All to you, but if I were you. Don’t wait too long-”
“What should I fear from her, old age?”
“No, I’m just saying Cillian,” answered the vamp, “You wait to long she’ll figure out everything about you. In a bad way. She’ll hunt you down and kill you.”
Cillian grabbed the vamp by the throat suddenly and slammed the guy down against the bar, “Do you have any idea how many slayers I’ve killed?”
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Fisher was looking in his books. Looking on the internet in the demon database. Which was taking forever because it had to load data.
Ramona was looking in the books. Fed the fish, which she would on the average day just say they weren’t looking too good and make him freak out but that’s not what they needed. Fisher was looking in the watcher’s diary, “I think I’ve got something.”
Ramona put the book down she had, “What?”
“You know about the vampire I told you about called ‘The Master’. I was reading up on everyone he’d sired. Well, back in the 8th century he sired a vampire by the name of Anton. Anton, sired 24 vampires all males in his time of living-”
“Why do I need to know that?” asked Ramona.
“The last one he sired was Cillian Luther Armos. From Edinburgh Scotland,” replied Fisher, he looked down, “Anton of course always sired males because he was….You know….He sired them because…”
“I get the idea,” replied Ramona a little disturbed about it.
“Well, from what I’ve read Cillian killed him because he wasn’t fond of the idea of being the man’s, ‘wife’. Killed him in the year 1931 or 1932,” answered Fisher, “Not that long after Cillian had been sired.”
“What else?”
“I don’t have anything else,” replied Fisher.
“Nothing?”
“I’m trying,” said fisher picking up one of his books and putting It on the shelf.
Ramona got behind his computer and closed the box that said Data searching. She pulled up Google and typed in quickly, Cillian Armos. “Like that is going to get you anywhere,” scoffed Fisher, “And you better not have permanently closed the loading, I think we can get places with that.”
“Cillian Luther Armos,” said Ramona clicking on one of the links, there was an old photo of Cillian standing with his mother and father, “Born September 3, 1912. He was the last known descendant of ‘The Armos Family.’ They were a law firm that never lost a case.”
“What else does it say?” asked Fisher looking through one of his books.
“His mother was named Judy and his father was Luther Armos. Um…” she scrolled down, “They disappeared in 1930. Then in 1931 Cillian disappeared, supposedly dying when his home was caught on fire. But he was declared being seen as late as 1969. He was spotted with a British man. There was a time between 1931 and 1936 that he was spotted in Ireland, Germany, Scotland again, then England. He went to Germany for the last time from reports in 1936-”
“Wait, wait,” said Fisher, something was on his mind, he picked up a book off the shelf, flipped through it quickly, “Okay,” he sounded kind of happy about his findings, “That was the only known decade that all the slayers were only European. There was two killed in the year 1932,” then he started to sound not excited.
“He’s killed 4 slayers. 2 more in 1934. He was after his fifth slayer, almost killed her but then he was pulled from battle and the slayer survived. He wasn’t seen again.”
“Till 1969, at Woodstock,” she looked down, looked back up at him, “Where were they killed?”
“Those places,” he licked his lips, “One in Ireland, then Germany, Scotland, then England. The survivor one was in Germany.”
“I’m going to die aren’t I?” asked Ramona.
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~ October 13, 1936
Germany: Night: Cillian stood handsomely in the door way of a lovely house. Lovely of structure even though the house itself was rather plainly decorated.
Cillian’s hair was down to his shoulders. He stood there in his black suede coat, looked like something that had belonged to a pirate truthfully. Big silver buttons going down it. He wore a white linen shirt buttoning up the front un tucked. Black suite pants and thick belt and black boots.
He walked into the room, sniffed the air, “Come on out little girl,” he whispered.
A smiled spread across his face suddenly. A young woman stood behind him swinging down her sword. He blocked her arm making her drop the sword. He kicked her and she hit the wall hard behind. Dust fell from the ceiling.
Nice German slayer. 5’6”, brown eyes, brown hair. He laughed at her as she went at him again. He was intrigued that slayers walked around in men’s clothing on a daily bases.
She lunged at him, he jumped up and over her. She almost fell turning towards him. The slayer rolled down on the floor grabbing her sword and rolled back towards him.
The slayer spun around to slice his head off. He caught her hand pushing her back, jumped up and kicking her in the face. She flew back against her bookshelf.
The girl flipped back up and Cillian had her sword now whirling it around. He threw it into the wall wanting to fight her hand to hand.
She went to punch him, he blocked the blow. She went to punch him again, got him. He went back up and she kicked him off his feet with ease.
Cillian went down flipping back up onto his feet. The Slayer’s leg went over his head as he ducked her kick. He grabbed her other leg and slammed her through the wall out into the hall. People screamed.
The slayer stood up quickly. Cillian kicked her in the stomach and she hit the wall behind her. Blood dripped down her top lip from her nose. Cillian upper cut her and she slammed back into the wall behind her.
The family in there was eating dinner. They got up yelling and screaming things in German. One of them must had said something about coming in cause Cillian could come right on in. Grabbing there children the family left quickly.
Cillian smiled at her walking towards her. She rolled back up on her feet and grabbed one of the chairs. She went to hit him across the head with it.
He ducked out of the way of the chair. She used it to hold her up kicking him in the head. He flew to his left and hit the window about doing more than just taking out the glass.
She grabbed him by the hair and slammed him against the wall next to the window on his left. She punched him in the face then kicked him in the crotch.
The slayer started punching him in the stomach a mile a minute [metaphorically of course.]. His face changed and he roared at her, grabbed her fist and snapped them to the side. He punched her in the face, wiped the blood from his. Cuts, they would heal without problem.
He suddenly kicked the slayer in the head and she flew up onto the kitchen table sliding down it knocking everything off of it. Cillian leapt over the table and grabbed her by the shirt slamming her through the wall into the bathroom. Her head hit the tub.
Cillian smiled, liked it when he knew he’d get his kill.
Suddenly there was the sound of people moving into the area. The front door was knocked down. Stupid German soldiers. They could have just come through the hole instead of the door.
Cillian bent down to bite into the slayer’s throat. Suddenly he was grabbed by the soldiers and pulled back from her. His face turned back, “GET OFF ME!!!!”
He was taken prisoner.
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“The slayer survived,” replied Fisher, “Almost died in the hospital of hemorrhaging but she lived for another year till her watcher pushed her off a cliff after going crazy.”
“Why did he go crazy?” asked Ramona.
“The slayer had syphilis,” said Fisher.
“What?” asked Ramona not quite getting the idea, “OH. Ewe.”
“Not all watchers are old and decrypted,” said Fisher sarcastically because he didn’t think he was old and decrypted.
“So what happened when he just mysteriously disappeared?” questioned Ramona.
“That’s for us to find out,” replied Fisher, “These books can only tell me small things.”
“Who would want a vampire?” asked Ramona scrolling down on the computer, “Oh, ooh I’ve got something.”
“What?” questioned Fisher putting one of the books down on the cabinets next to the fish tank.
“In the early 1940s he was spotted in New York getting off a submarine at an American military base.”
“Military,” stated Fisher, “He was taken hostage by the military, that’s why he disappeared. Back a time ago the military forces were inspired to test on demons. 1940s the Germans started putting vamps on there U-boats incase they were taken under siege. They must have taken over one of the U-boats and found him on it, took him in and did tests or something.”
“What makes you think they automatically did tests?” asked Ramona.
“Because why else would they keep him alive, unless he was posing as a prisoner of the Germans and they let him go,” answered Fisher.
Ramona put her hands on her head, “Thinking about all this makes my head hurt. He’s just one vamp. Not even considered that old.”
“I’ve read that Anton picks his fledglings because of what they did as humans. So whatever Cillian has done as a human made him appealing to Anton. The human life of a vampire before they were a vampire can play a big role to what they’re going to be like as the demon.”
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~ July 3, 1930
Cillian stood in the his room, looking in the mirror over the set of Chester drawers. He had had a hair cut. The same he’d be wearing it till the night his love was killed and he was sired. He took a drink from the glass next to the mirror. A little brandy in the morning wasn’t bad.
Of course he was 17, but who cared. Suddenly there was a scream. Cillian looked to his door. He went to it.
The scream came from in the kitchen, one of the servants was in there. Cillian ran in there holding his glass, hadn’t had enough time to put it down.
People were collecting. Mother, Father, other servants. One of his cousins from his father’s side that was always around.
“What happened?” asked his father.
The servant had about fainted, “Good lord. I just walk in and-”
Cillian saw laying on the floor one of the other servants. The youngest one, Audrey. She was 14. Pretty young girl, British though. He had a thing for her till Julia came along.
Cillian couldn’t do anything, he was sad. He was shocked. He swallowed.
His father bent down to her, her skin cold, he looked at her, “Poor girl. Something’s killed her.”
The girl was beaten badly, blood on her lips, a red scarf around her neck. Her eyes were wide open, blood vessels wrong. Blood dried to her top lip from he nose. She’d been bruised all over.
“Who would have done such?” questioned Cillian.
Cillian took a quick drink of his brandy. The servants were looking at him. Cillian looked at them.
“Cillian?” asked his father.
“What?” questioned Cillian, “You think, I?”
“No honey,” said his mother.
Cillian looked at her, didn’t want to be near her, “I didn’t do anything.”
“Son, we all know that, you’ve had your past,” said his father standing up in front of him.
“Sir,” said the one that found the body, “That’s your tie around her throat.”
“What, I didn’t, I didn’t do anything!” roared Cillian.
“Lucy, go get Errol and have him burry this poor girl,” said Cillian’s father.
“What about the authorities?” asked his mother, “My boy didn’t do this.”
“Mother quite trying to get on me good side,” he said.
“We’re not contacting the authorities, Lucy,” groaned his father.
“Yes sir,” she stated.
“Everyone will keep this under lock. Just burry her somewhere,” said his father, he took Cillian by the arm and lead him out of there.
His mother followed closely behind. Cillian was lead into his father’s office. The door was closed, “Son, you’ve been drinking.”
“I got my hair cut,” said Cillian.
“It’s a very good hair cut,” replied his mother.
“Shut up,” growled Cillian throwing his glass down.
His mother was shaken. “Son, don’t speak that way to her. Just calm down. It was an accident you didn’t know what you were doing.”
“I was with Julia last night,” growled Cillian.
“Do you remember coming home?” asked his father.
“I….I don’t think so,” sighed Cillian looking down, “I couldn’t have killed her, couldn’t. I wouldn’t, never, never her.”
“Maybe she said something that made you a little angry and you hit her and-”
Cillian interrupted his father, “I know when I do things father. I couldn’t. Audrey was special.”
“I would have much preferred you marry that fiery red head then the other,” said his mother distastefully.
“Shut up,” growled Cillian.
“We don’t need to think about this anymore,” answered his father, “You don’t need to fret, Errol will hide her well. Just like when-”
“I didn‘t do it!” said Cillian becoming teary eyed.
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The loading data was finished loading. Fisher sat behind his desk, 1:30 p.m. Ramona was making coffee, eating a honey bun from where Fisher kept them, under the cabinets.
“Not much about him. But this information should give you an idea of what kind of person he was as a human,” stated Fisher.
“Whatever he was like is why he was chosen by Anton?” asked Ramona.
“Of course. Cillian was recognized as getting his temper from his mother. He’d never hurt someone he loved but it was bad. So bad that when he was 17 he was blamed for the beaten death of a servant named Audrey,” began Fisher. Ramona sat down in front of his desk, “From the ages of 13 to 17 he had violent outbursts and would beat on the servants. When he was 14 he pushed his male tutor down the stairs.
“15 he challenged his father’s rival to a duel and shot the man in the head 7 times. 16 challenged two of his child hood rivals to duels and killed them. When he was 17, a man tried to rob his parents home during a Christmas party and he chased him down the equivalent of 6 blocks till he could get his hands on him to beat him to death.”
“Really smart wasn’t he?” asked Ramona sarcastically, “Yeah, I’m going to touch the dinning room’s finer china too long, come chase me past the border so you can beat me to death. Why was he like this?”
“I think a doctor now days might call it a chemical imbalance,” stated Fisher. “Something along those lines. Last time something like that happened while he was a human was when he was 17 and he chased down a couple of men that cheated him in a game of cards. Being drunk he didn’t care who they were so he beat them to death too.”
“So did he kill Audrey?” asked Ramona.
“No, turns out Anton did,” replied Fisher. “Just wanted to get him blamed for it. Playing with him.”
“He was the perfect candidate for the change. Kind of guy to get pissed off like there was no tomorrow and quick. Duels you have to be quick right?”
“Yes.”
“He was practically prepped for the change, you have to be strong to beat someone to death right?”
“Mostly, a person with enough adrenaline going can do a lot of stuff,” sighed Fisher.
“I can use this against him,” said Ramona.
“He leveled a little by the time he was 18 after his parents disappeared,” stated Fisher.
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~ July 15, 1930
Cillian lay in his bed. The morning sun shining through his large room windows. Julia laid on his chest, naked under the soft quilts around them. The window opened, letting in the cool air. It was cool right now.
Julia’s long rippling red hair lay beautifully down her back. He loved every bit of her. Cillian kissed the top of her head. She stirred just a little.
“I love you,” she whispered drowsily.
“I love you,” he whispered back.
Julia sat up over his chest, she leaned down and kissed him on the lips, “I love you more.”
Cillian smiled, “I can smell breakfast.”
“Really?”
He kissed her, “Yes, bacon.” She got up.
Cillian looked out the window, then to the clock, “We slept in late.”
“Yes,” she answered slipping on her clothes.
Cillian sat up looking to her. She was then buttoning up the front of her dress. It was covered with beautiful flowers, the main color white and it looked to be flowing. She looked innocent in it.
Cillian stood up already in his pants by the time she’d gotten to the buttons. He grabbed her up by the waist and kissed her deeply. Julia pulled away smiling, “We’ll be together forever.”
“Always, and always,” he stated his forehead against hers.
His mother walked into the room suddenly. They hadn’t heard her unlock the door. They didn’t hear her walk in, Cillian was busy kissing on Julia again.
Cillian’s mother let out a terrible shriek. Not like she was scared, surprised. More like surprised and really angry. Cillian let go of Julia’s lips. They looked towards his mother.
“What is she doing here?!!” demanded his mother.
Cillian held Julia to himself, “Leave us alone!!!”
“How dare you bring such work in here!!!!?” demanded his mother going towards her.
People were coming to the door. Cillian backed Julia away form his mother. “You ruined my boy, you filthy heathen!!!!!” Cillian’s father hadn’t gotten there yet.
“GET OUT!!!!” demanded Cillian, his anger rising.
Cillian’s mother quickly grabbed for the belt on the dressing table and she went towards Julia. Cillian guarded his love. He mother was very angry.
His mother whipped the belt at him. Cillian got it across his chest. She went at Julia. Cillian grabbed his mother by the wrists and slammed her against the dressing table making her drop his belt, “GET OUT!!!!” he roared, “OR help me god, I’ll kill you!!!”
Cillian was taken away from his mother by some of the man servants, it took four of them to pull him off her. His mother quickly grabbed the belt and went at Julia hitting her across the face with it, once. Cillian tried to get away from the men to protect his love.
“Honey, honey!” said his father going into the room.
Cillian’s mother hit Julia again. His father grabbed the belt from his wife and threw it down. Julia backed up into a corner of the room crying. Her face was red, it would leave a mark. Cillian broke free and went to Julia holding his arms in the corner.
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~ 9:21 PM [2004]
It warmer out. This day. The snow had melted considerably, so it was good day. Night time too.
John walked up the front sidewalk to Ramona’s house. He was a little nervous and wondered why she hadn’t called or why she wasn’t at home all day.
He went up towards the door, he noticed someone was sitting on the porch. John stopped looking at the person who stood up from the front concrete steps he’d been sitting on.
Walking towards him was Cillian. He was wearing a coat like the one he had back in 1936 but it looked newer. He stood there smiling handsomely. Black pants on and white button up shirt with his boots.
“You,” growled John.
Cillian kept the smile up, “Hello John.”
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~ July 15, 1930
It was night. The house was quiet. Cillian had previously left with Julia taking her back that night. He didn’t take her to his mother or anything. The two didn’t see each other.
Julia had a large red mark on her face. Cillian had one across his chest. That night he lay in the dark in bed with Julia in his arms, she loved him as much as he loved her.
Slowly Cillian stood up, letting her sleep. Not rustling the beautiful girl a bit. He walked over to his dressing table. He put on his pants, shoes and a T- shirt.
Cillian went out the door locking it behind him with the key, slipping it in his pocket. He went down the stairs slowly.
His mother was sitting in the dinning room drinking a cup of tea. She was in her pajamas. Hadn’t spoken all day since the attack. Cillian walked into the room standing before her.
“It’s going to be hard for me to forgive you,” said his mother.
“Wasn’t going to apologize,” he said darkly.
“Then what are you doing here, don’t you think I know you’ve got that whore up there. Shame on you for bringing her here against everything I’d said. All your life, I thought I raised you better child. I guess not,” stated his mother.
Cillian walked towards her. “What do you want, want me to feel bad. I wanted to beat that little trollop till she was dead. I have half the mind to go do that now.”
“You wont,” said Cillian.
“Then give her up,” replied his mother putting the china cup to her lips for a drink.
Suddenly Cillian knocked it from her hand and punched her in the face. She fell back in the chair brining the table cloth down with her. Cillian stood over her. He started punched her in the face.
His mother scratched his face and tried to go under the table, not thinking about screaming for the moment. Cillian tipped over the table. He grabbed his mother and made her look at him, “You did the wrong thing,” he growled.
He sat over her. He was beating her in the face quickly. Too quick for her to do more than let out a moan. She scratched at his arms. And tried to push him down.
The strong male she raised so well was getting the best of her. He grabbed her by the hair and hit her head against the floor. Punched her some more.
She started squealing. He put his hand over her mouth.
Suddenly a chair was broken on his back and he was pushed off of her. His father stood there with a gun in hand, “Get away from your mother.”
His mother backed up from him weakly. Cillian was breathing hard, the chair hurt. Wasn’t going to stop him though. His mother was coughing up blood.
Cillian stood up slowly. His dad watched him ever so carefully. He grabbed the gun from his father cause he was quickly. He hit the man in the temple with his own gun and turned to his mother. His mother was going to scream.
Threw down the gun, didn’t want to make more noise than he had to. He grabbed her by the throat and held her down against the floor. Choking her.
In not time she stopped breathing, Errol stood at the door, “Son what did you just do?”
Cillian stood up, knowing he’d killed them both, breathing hard he then stated, “Errol, burry them somewhere good. And if you tell anyone I’ll be the one burying you.”
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~ 9:12 PM [2004]
“He killed his parents,” stated Ramona, “He’s horrible. Just, so horrible. Why would Julia stay with him. Did she?”
“She was killed the night he was sired,” replied Fisher, “By Anton.”
Fisher’s phone rang, Ramona got it. Didn’t reply with the usual thing because it was night and the place closes up at 4 o’clock, “Hello.”
“Hello Lady Red,” said that familiar voice.
Ramona looked at Fisher, “Cillian.”
“Of course,” replied the voice, “I was just wondering, if you’d like a race?”
“What do you mean?” asked Ramona.
“Well, I checked that odd machine in your house over the telephone. Turns out your precious John is worried about you not calling him back. He says he’s going to come down to your house. In all consideration I’m at a certain place in town not far, not close from your house. I want to race to see which one of us gets there first,” said Cillian into the phone, pay phone he was standing at.
Ramona slammed the phone on the hook and took off out of the office. She ran down the sidewalk. Ran, ran, and ran.
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~ 9: 21 PM
“What do you want?” asked John, “Where’s Ramona. What, are you here to give her more roses?”
“Oh, she told you. How sweet,” smiled Cillian, “No, no roses today.”
“How about you get the hell out of here before I kick your ass,” replied John.
Suddenly Cillian had slammed John against one of the brick porch post. John had the wind blown out of him, he was very surprised, “Silly boy. You won’t be kicking anyone’s ass.”
“What are you?” he demanded.
“I am a murderer, a demon. I am an immortal. I am greater than you,” taunted Cillian, “I am what little children dream of at night.”
“Well yeah, if they’re afraid of clowns,” stated Ramona who was 5 feet away from Cillian.
Cillian let John go. John fell hard on his butt. Cillian stepped towards Ramona. “Lady Red. I believe I won.”
“What do you want. You want a battle, huh? Really, cause I’ll kick your ass into next week,” she growled. Cillian just smiled at her. “Where’s your big bad temper now?”
Cillian folded his arms across his chest, “It seems I’ve mellowed a bit in my old age.”
“I know about you, Anton. Julia, mother, father. Oh, when you were young you used to beat the servants,” stated Ramona.
“You watcher been trying to teach you how to get on someone’s nerves?” asked Cillian, “I think your height does that job for you. Was your mother a short woman, before she died. If she could see you now, she’d be rolling around in her grave, laughing, laughing-”
Ramona went to punch him, he caught her fist and pushed her back, he laughed at her, “You Only See Through Me.”
She went to kick him in the stomach. He grabbed her leg and flipped her. She landed on her tail bone.
He backed up laughing, “I am too. Your mother and I have a lot in common there don’t we?”
Ramona flipped back up onto her feet. John went to punch Cillian, Cillian elbowed him in the face. John flew back hitting his head on the concrete. He was unconscious.
She threw her punches at Cillian repeatedly. He blocked them one after the other, “I’m terribly amused by this.” He hit her across the face, she fell back on the sidewalk, “Today just isn’t your day. Your falling right into my hands. Should I give you some rest, you’re still weak from that sea demon and all.”
She flipped up onto her feet, jumped up went to kick him in the head. He dodged the blow, “I don’t think your watcher has been training you right.”
He punched her in the head. She kicked him in the stomach punched him across the face. Then she jumped up in a twirling motion and kicked him in the head. He flew down on the ground. She grabbed a stake out of her boot and went to stake him.
Cillian caught her wrist with ease, sensing her weakness. He spoke quickly: “I think you need a vacation Red. Cause look at you 'Wither'. Difference between you and me, I could do this forever.”
She flipped over him getting him to let go of her arm. Cillian flipped up onto his own feet. Cillian ran towards John and lifted him up. Ramona went towards him.
Cillian shot up onto her roof and she couldn’t see him anymore. “JOHN!!!” she screamed.
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