Evanescere: Origins by Vanessa Buckingham Read Free Book Online Page A

in random and suddenly I catch the faint smell of blood and Bleu .
    “No!” I gasp, as the
realization dawns on me. I am suddenly crouched near a vault afraid of what I
would encounter. The memories of my last night flooded my mind. I felt the men,
the pain I endured. I remembered the torture. I wrapped my arms around me legs
and felt the warm tears fall down my cheeks. I felt like a helpless child,
alone and afraid.
    “Why have you brought me
here?” I demanded. I could feel the anger rising inside of me. I did not want
to face this. I was not ready to face my death just yet. I stared at Jack, his
eyes suddenly glazed over, like he was seeing something that was not there. He
snapped out of it, his mouth fell open, stunned. I was not sure, what happened.
Just as suddenly, he snapped out of it all together and was his calm, reserved
self. 
    “Calm down Salome. I
promised you retribution. Now stop, close your eyes and tell me again what do you
smell?” He asked calmly.
    “Blood, Bleu ,
tobacco, maybe a cigar and a faint citrusy scent. Maybe a lemon tree nearby I believe?
I also smell the remnant of a strong unknown aftershave cheaply made,” I
responded.
    “Very good. Now I want
you to follow the Bleu . Focus on that one scent and follow it,” he
directed.
    I looked at him and he
nodded his head in reassurance. I did as he said. I walked several yards in a
straight line. I followed the faint scent to my unknown destination. So slowly
in anticipation. I approach the old mausoleum and touch the cold marble, only
it feels wrong somehow. I open the door and the entire frame comes with it.
There is a cloud of dust. I look to him for explanation.
    “I forgot to mention one
detail,” he laughs at my expression, “as a vampire, you will have incredible
strength. You will need to control your strength in order to blend in with the
humans. Humans are not supposed to be that strong, you understand,” he
explained. He put his hand to my cheek and smiled at me. I noticed for the
first time that his gorgeous smile was slightly crooked. His teeth were a
brilliant white and they were perfect.
    “Do we have fangs,” I
asked, “like in the movies?”
    “No we don’t. Our teeth
are normal, the portrayal of us if for media entertainment,” he responded. I
slightly noticed he shook his head in disbelief.
    I return to my hunt and
again I smell the Bleu . The faint scent is so strong in here. I approach
the ancient bronze coffin. The lid is closed. I smell decay and suddenly I hear
it. The fast heartbeat, racing rapidly. The adrenaline makes the blood pump
faster. The smell of the warm blood, salty, and rustic begins to make me feel
savage. It is the hunger. The anticipation of the hunt. I hear the muffled
screams coming from inside the coffin. The weakened pounding coming from the
inside of the coffin. Someone is trying to get out, obviously that was not
going to happen.
    I suddenly realize how I
came to be. The memories played back in my mind, like a recording, it was
fuzzy, as if I was watching it on an old television with bad reception. I
remembered the screams, the laughter, the pain, and the humiliation. I remember
tasting my tears only they tasted wrong somehow. I remember the rustic scent
only now I realized it was not water or my tears that I tasted but the blood. I
remember the burning of my neck. I remembered Jack feeding off of me and in
turn he fed me his life’s blood.
    I snap out of the realization
and I remember the Bleu cologne the man wore. It hits me, his smell from
when he was on me, inside of me. I yell and attack the coffin in a rage. Pure
uncontrollable rage. When I rip the lid off, he sees me. Something has
frightened him. I hear the shock in his thoughts.
    “Your dead, we killed
you, you Bitch!” he screams
    I let out a maniacal
laugh. At this thought I calmed down long enough to whisper softly in his ear.
“You killed me, and took my family away from me. Now I will pay back the favor.
My family will