Part 6 - The Finale
I called out for my sister, and my voice was ragged, filled with the worry and the shock that assaulted me in rapid succession. I’d never seen such cruelty as the fate which had befallen Collette and Renee. Even when I fed, I had always been gentle with those I took, and when I was done, the worst they could have felt was a slight weakness. As I had almost always fed with Wren, I had been fairly certain she had been as caring as I to her victims. Until I had seen the mangled body of that little girl in the living room, and her impaled mother in the kitchen, I had never have thought my sister capable of such cruelty.
I called out to Wren again, and as before, I was answered by silence. I spoke Evangeline’s name softly, as though to evoke her name any louder would be a betrayal to Wren, but for a third time, I received no answer. I could no longer put off the inevitable. I knew that I would have to enter the bedroom and face whatever waited for me.
I prayed that I would find the room empty, but as I pushed open the door, I knew it would not be so. Light from the living room flooded through the doorway, and lying as though framed by the electric glow was the body of my sister. Crimson tears flooding from my eyes, I dropped to my knees beside her, lifting her lifeless form into my arms and holding her to my breast as anguished sobs erupted from my body.
How long I held her like that, I do not know, but eventually, I calmed myself enough to take stock of what had happened. I looked at the room first. I could not bring myself to examine my sisters corpse yet, which I still held tightly in my arms. Wren must have put up an enormous struggle, for this room, like the living room before it, was an illustration of chaos. In the center of the room, the huge, king-size bed frame that was to have held Evangeline, Wren and I as we slept during the day was broken in two, and the mattress which had rested on top of it had been torn apart. Stuffing and springs from the mattress lay with the shattered remains of two end tables, covering the floor as though a miniature hurricane had swept through the room.
Finally, I made myself look at Wren. I shuddered as I took in the hole at her chest, which I knew without a doubt would be the size of Evangeline’s fist. Examining the wound, I found that Wren’s sternum had been snapped and thrust aside, and that her heart had been removed. Looking around, I couldn’t see the missing organ anywhere. Had Evangeline taken it with her, and more to the point, where was she now.
A gentle, warm June breeze ruffled the curtains as I knelt there, contemplating the whereabouts of my sisters heart. The ruffled curtains settled back against the frame, now revealing the shattered window which had been mostly hidden behind them. Evangeline’s escape route no doubt.
Standing, I lifted Wren’s body up with me, and I knew what I must do. Exiting the building the same way Evangeline had, I ran out into the night, carrying Wrens body cradled in my arms.
Wren was wrapped in a piece of plastic sheeting, and burried in a shallow, unmarked grave in a nearby park, beneath a lilac bush. I discovered that night how strong and fast a vampire can truly be as I dug her grave. Once she was safely interred, I threw out my senses, instinctively feeling for Evangeline. I had never done it before, I had no idea I could do it, but when I touched her, I knew she was fleeing north.
An hour before the first rays of sunlight touched the grave of my sister, I was hot on Evangeline’s trail.
I need her so badly. I need to be with her. I crawl on my belly along the corridor towards the room she is in. I can feel Evangeline pulling at me, drawing me into her as she did when she first made me what I am.
‘She made you her slave, Jaye! Get up off the ground.’
I stop, and look around. My head clears a little. I shake it, and my brain unfogs some more. Wren? No, it couldn’t be. She’s dead and buried. It is my own mind trying to protect me.
Now that my heads clear, I can feel what Evangeline is trying to do. It’s powerful mojo, but as long as I stay focussed on something other than what she’s doing, I can fight it. God, I can still feel her trying to worm around inside my head, trying to draw me back into her sick little fantasy. I once thought her beautiful, but now I’ve felt her mind, and I’m not so sure.
Evangeline’s made one mistake, and that was telling me which room she’s in. She might have bought herself some escape time if she hadn’t tried to f*** my grey cells. I head straight for the room, and open it. I know I’m not going to get sprayed with bullets, so I don’t need to duck out of the way. Guns aren’t Evangeline’s style.
As I see Evangeline for the first time since Chicago, a small smile creeps across my lips. This is definitely more her style! Evangeline is reclining on a couch, facing the door. She’s wearing a smile, and nothing else. One arm is draped elegantly across her thigh, her fingers brushing the neatly trimmed mound of hair between her legs almost absent-mindedly.
“Hello my little Jaye-Bird. You look ravishing,” she drawls, her voice somewhere between a purr and a sigh.
I close the door to give us a little privacy. Despite everything she’s done, I can still appreciate how attractive she is, and she knows it.
“Evangeline.” I acknowledge her, my voice tight, clipped. I want to scream at her, to tear out her heart and eat it in front of her, but I know I’m not strong enough. Wren made that mistake, and if I make the same one, I doubt Evangeline will take the time to bury me.
She slowly sits up, moving languidly, making sure I get a good look between her legs before she stands up and starts to pull on her dressing gown. The arrogant bitch has the balls to turn her back to me as she fastens it up with a chord at her waist. “I must say, I’m impressed Jaye. You’ve been remarkably persistent in your pursuit of me these past seven months.”
“I had good motivation,” I tell her. “Did you really think I’d give up after a while. You killed my sister.”
Evangeline turns around to face me once more. She pulls her hair free from where it has gotten caught in her dressing gown, and it falls loosely around her porceline white face, and over her silk clad shoulders. Digging my fingernails into the palms of my hands, I manage to fight her as she tried to take me again.
Her lips quiver slightly, and her eyes widen just a little. “I simply gave her another lesson Jaye.” she says, and a little of the sensuality has gone from her voice. “Wren took something from me, and I could not allow her to do that.”
I step forward. My hands are balled into fists, and my finger nails are digging deep gouges in the flesh of my palms. The pain keeps me focussed. I can feel Evangeline, still fluttering against my mind, still trying to envelope me in her fantasy. I use her thoughts as a guide, flinging my anger at her in a solid wave of hatred.
Evangeline stumbles backwards, as though I’d physically pushed her. A gasp escapes her lips, and I know I’ve surprised her. She pulls back from my mind, and I feel her defenses go up. I won’t be able to do that again.
“You’ve grown strong Jaye, just as I knew you would.”
I laugh. “Don’t try it bitch. If you had thought I’d pose any kind of threat to you, you would have killed me like you did Wren.”
“She tried to kill me Jaye.” Evangeline shoots back. “What was I supposed to do?”
I smile, but I’m not amused. “You should have let her.” I tell Evangeline. “We loved you and you used us. If you had not made us Vampires...”
“Don’t you dare use that word.” she screams, cutting me off. Her hands ball into fists, and I feel her fury wash over me.
For just a moment, I’m a new born vampire once more, and my legs tremble, threatening to give way to the fear, but I fight it. I will never cower before her again. “Why not Evangeline. It’s what we are. I never understood why you hated the word so much.”
She snarls, and I catch an image from her mind. People on horseback, with drawn swords glinting in the moonlight ride past the bushes where Evangeline is hiding. Her simple dress is ragged and mud-stained, her hair is wild and littered with twigs and leaves, and I can feel her fear of these men, and her loathing for the ones who hired them to kill her.
Another image, this time of people, driving her from a village. They speak in a language I don’t understand, but somehow know is Hungarian. I’m in Evangeline’s past. She was taken by one of our kind, and he turned her. I cant see how she did it, but I know Evangeline killed him and returned to her village. But now of course, she had to feed. She crept into young girls beds, and drank from them when the blood flowed. She would never leave a mark this way. But Evangeline's secret was discovered. Found with one of them, her mouth coated in the girls blood, she could not hide the truth any longer. The villagers drove her from her home. They hurled rocks at her head and call her vámpír. They hired mercenaries to hunt her down and kill her.
I break the contact between us, and I’m laughing.”You’re nothing Evangeline. A pretty peasant who drank from innocent girls to keep your village from finding out that you were really a monster.”
Evangeline’s face contorts with rage and she flies at me. She closes the distance between us in the blink of an eye, but I react just in time. I catch hold of her wrists as she claws for my chest, desperately trying to tear my heart out. I know I’m not strong enough to hold her so I sweep her arms on past me as I step out of the way, and send her careening into a wall. For all her grace and beauty, she fights like a savage, purely instinctual. I send a prayer of thanks to my college judo instructor before Evangeline spins, and dives at me again. I bring my foot to her chest, falling backwards and using her momentum to send her flying over my head.
She’s more graceful than I thought though. In the air, she twists her body and lands on her feet, crouched down, one hand supporting her weight, the other held high, her fingers bent like claws once more. She snarls, her face monstrous now as her true nature is revealed.
Snarling back, I prepare to catch her as she springs for me, but she surprises me again with her agility as she brings her legs forward and kicks me solidly in the solar plexus, driving me to the ground and riding me down like a surf board.
She holds me to the ground, her hands round my wrists like a pair of flesh covered vices, her strong knees pinning my hips. “You should have come to me Jaye.” she snarls around her enlarged canines. “We could have loved each other forever.”
“I don’t know how I could ever have loved a foul, ugly, souless bitch of a vampire like you.” I spit at her. If these are going to be my last words, I really want to get the insults in. “Do it, you whore!” I scream at her.
Evangeline smiles, and her face is once more the beautiful mask she wears to hide her true self. The effect would fascinate me, if I wasn’t about to die. “I’m going to rip your heart out, impudent child.” she tells me sweetly, her face inches from mine, her voice that soft purr once more. “And once I do, you’ll join your sister in hell.”
“If you say so.” I shoot back, and bring my forehead up sharply, aiming her delicate nose. I catch it off a little and the main force of my attack hits her in the cheek. Blood splatteres my face, and I feel her let go of my hands as she sits up, screaming in agony and clutching the bloody mass of her broken nose and cheekbone. It’s the only chance I’m going to get. Summoning all my strength, I drive my left hand at her chest where it’s framed by the V of her night gown. Flesh rips as I claw it away and bone cracks as I tear away her sternum. Her heart beats in rapid rhythm inches above me. I reach for it, and feel the slick muscle between my fingers as the sudden weight of Evangeline's hands thud solidly against my forearms, driving them down away from her chest.
I scream in agony as I feel the radius and ulna of both arms give way, snapping under the force of her blow. My arms fall uselessly to my sides and I close my eyes, waiting for Evangeline's final blow. As I feel her move forward, I cry out Wrens name one last time.
Evangeline lands heavily on me, and she does not move. I lie there, gasping in pain, afraid to open my eyes. Finally, I pluck up the courage to do so, and all I see is a mass of Evangeline’s hair. Twisting my hips, I manage to roll her off me and gasp in pain as her lifeless corpse rolls over one of my broken arms. Lifting my head up, I look at my other hand, and realise for the first time that my fingers are curled around one torn and bloody half of Evangeline’s heart.
The night is wonderfully calm as I stand before the lilac bush. Kneeling, I place a bouquet of roses on the ground, a tear sliding down my cheek.
“Hello Wren.” I begin. “Evangeline’s dead. I killed her for you, and fed her heart to a dog. Story of our lives huh, one bitch eating another! I hope that gave you a good laugh, wherever you are.”
Reaching into my jacket, I pull a zippered plastic bag free and set it down on the ground next to me. “I have something for you Wren. Evangeline had it in a box in that hotel room.” I begin to dig, using my hands, and soon, I reach the plastic covered remains of my sister. I tear the plastic open, just above the hole in her chest, and I’m surprised to see she hasn’t rotted. Perhaps the plastic has kept her preserved. Then again, I muse, as I pull her whole and complete heart from the bag, this looks fine too, so why shouldn’t her body. With utmost reverence, I place her heart in the hole of her chest.
“There you go Wren. Now you’re complete.” I tell her. I’m just about to re-cover her with the plastic when I realise she’s not complete. She never will be, just as I am not complete any more. We were twins. Without one another. neither of us would ever be whole again. I bring my muddy finger to my mouth, and graze it on one of my sharp canines, allowing a drop of blood to fall on her heart. “That’ll have to tide you over till I make it to heaven Wren. A bit of me to stay with you till I die. See you soon.”
I cover her once more, and fill in the hole in the mud. Standing, I turn, and slowly walk away.
"Frustration is understandable.
Anger is unacceptable."