VAMPYRE 2000:Life to the Lifeless Christopher F. Benson
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Vengeance has a name and it knows no boundaries.
Book Three

Excerpt from Vampyre 2000: No Rest for the Wicked, available in January of 2013.

 

"I feel almost certain that we've received yet another beautiful evening, how might we take advantage of that tonight?" he asked. From Rita there was no reply, she simply shrugged her shoulders and looked down at the floor. Exiting the bed, Rita walked over to the candle ledge and opened the wooden box that held the matches. After lighting a couple of candles she returned to the bed and to Cornelius' side.

"Is everything alright, my dear?" asked Cornelius.

"No, it isn't." replied Rita after a short hesitation. Cornelius rolled over on his side and placed his hand on Rita's chest. In response she reached up and put her hand on top of his.

"What is it that is troubling you, Rita?"

"I have to do it again." she said softly. "I knew this day would come; I have to feed."

"I see. So, this is what is bothering you?"

"Yes, Cornelius. It means that I have to kill someone again."

"Yes, I understand." he said. "How long has it been?"

"More than two months. I hate having to do it; just because I did it once doesn't mean I'm okay with it. It makes me feel disgusting."

"My dear, please do not feel disgusted with yourself. Unfortunately, it is the way that things are, the way that things have to be. You cannot go against the natural order of things. Trust me, if you try, you will only insure your unhappiness."

"Cornelius, I remember how it made me feel last time. I liked it. I liked it a lot, but that euphoria goes away. Now I feel ashamed, like I'm a monster. Other people must die so that I may survive. I have to kill them so that I can live. Are you saying that you don't understand how I feel?"

"Rita, don't be foolish. Of course, I understand how you feel. It is the same way that I feel each and every time that I must feed. I have felt that way for over two hundred years and I have not forgotten how difficult that it was, like you, for me to do in the beginning. But I mustn't be so arrogant to think that simply because I am experiencing those particular emotions that the physical laws of this universe will cease to exist and somehow provide me with a cleaner conscience. Neither must you."

"Cornelius, I'm afraid I'm not following you. What on earth are you talking about?" asked Rita.

"Have you ever given any thought as to how something that lives continues to live? What it must do in order to stay alive?"

"No, I can't say that I have."

"Then consider this: everything living, no matter what it is, no matter how great or small, must consume something else in order for it to continue to exist. Water feeds the plant that is eaten by an insect. That insect is eaten by a larger insect and then it is eaten by the bird. That bird is eaten by the cat and that cat is eaten by the dog."

"This isn't about me eating a dog."

"My dear, even the flame must consume the wick for it to burn. Tell me something, before you were like you are now, were you a vegetarian?"

"No, no, I see what you are trying to do. This is completely different."

"Is it? Then you did not enjoy that juicy steak cooked to perfection or that tasty bacon with your eggs in the morning? Perhaps, it was you who refrained from enjoying any of that delicious turkey on Thanksgiving Day. No, Rita, it is not different at all. You are neither a cannibal nor a savage. Remember, you are no longer what you once were, you are no longer human. Now, you are the dominant life form and just as it was before with the cow or the pig, your existence is dependent on man."

"You've been working on that one, huh?" joked Rita.

"As a matter of fact, I have. I have had nearly two months now to prepare." returned Cornelius also jokingly.

"I know you're just trying to help. I guess I'm just gonna have to get used to it."

"Indeed. I am confident that you will. Listen, perhaps we should try something a bit different this evening."

"I'm up for anything, what do you have in mind?" asked Rita.

"How about ‘America's Pastime'? I was thinking that we could attend a baseball game."

"Except for that."