The Hunt For Immortal Love

First, there was the barely audible crackling that came carried on the waves of the wind blowing. Then the distinct smell of smoke starting to fill the empty spaces and corners rather urgent. That is when the realization set in that there had to be a fire brewing somewhere in the Belmont House. The flames could be felt as they were warming the hallways at a rapid pace. But the moment that I stepped outside to see Edward frantically trying to save Lilith and Stefan, the reality became real. But my own reality soon set in, for I left my beloved behind in the comfort of our room, foolishly thinking that it was indeed the safest place to be.Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

As I now face a door that has been engulfed in flames, I am reminded how many times my judgment has proved me wrong. And yet again, it has tricked me beyond deceiving.

So it is with complete and utter frustration that I rush to a nearby room that has not yet been taken by the fire. I rip one of the blankets from the bed. Then I return to my door that is starting to burn hot red. I throw the blanket over my head and wrap as much of it as I can around my body.

"My god, I better hope this works."

I take one giant leap toward the door and reach out for the knob. But then, all of a sudden, there is a high pitched voice that rises from behind me.

"Sebastian! What are you doing?"

I immediately spin on my heels to see, "My beloved! But?" I turn to face the door that is beyond reachable now. "How? How did you get out?"

"You should know by now if you tell me to do something, I am going to do the exact opposite."

"I am pleased to see that you do not listen. But that aside, we need to get out; the house is taking the fire on rather rapidly."

"Edward and Lilith? Where is Stefan?"

"They should be all outside."

As we rush to get out of the house that is being taken over by red flames of destruction, it breaks my heart to see things that have carried value are now being left meaningless in one mere prick of flame. What was once still and untouched is now lying overpowered by a great force of destruction.

But if I thought that seeing the inside being laid to ruins would break me, my eyes soon see the sight of the Belmont House going up in flames. From where we stand on the green grass far off from the entrance, I can see every inch of what used to be my home for over two hundred years, now been ravaged. Not one room untouched, not one memory left intact. Everything wiped away with one spectacular display of the greatest force of nature. The downfall of the Belmont House is lightning the skies up for miles.

We stand in total awe of shock as the men from our fire brigade try their damndest to save our home. But not even the downpour of rain is making the fire settle. It is taking its time to reap the destruction it was set to cause. This is only prolonging the agony that fills my being. This was a home of so many things; yes, they shall come to the bunker where all the most precious and priceless items are held. But it does not bring back the memories, the moments, the things that made this home. One should not easily think that because I am a Vampire that I do not hold any of these things dear. In fact, a home has more meaning to me, for if you live for your life for so long, you do wish to settle your roots. And the Belmont house is where I found this.

But the Belmont house was not only a place I could settle my feet and build a life, it is where I started a family, not family the way a human would see, but the family, the comfort of the people, having the ones that I care for dearly close to my heart and close to my home. There has, until only recently, only ever been three members to this household. We might have had our partners and our fair share of relationships, but it has always just been the three of us. Then a great deal happened, and we were soon joined by my beloved and the sweet child Stefan.

Push the feeling of needing this intimate bond aside, there, too, where all the memories. Very fond, mostly humorous, but definitely fond memories, that, can be gladly said, the flames have not touched. But where they truly memories up until the fire ravaged the place where they made it? They are imprints in our minds of a good time once held between these walls. Let us not forget about our recent memories of overcoming evil, of a great battle. Those, by far, were never memories I thought that I would make in the Bellmont house.

What also can be said is that the Bellmont house created dreams. Dreams in the way of bringing things that I might of having one stage desired but that I have given up on ever achieving for the opportunity just never presented themselves. Now, this does sound rather odd, but I am referring to my beloved. I did truly, without having had to admit it to myself, wanted that one true love that I can settle my Vampire life with, but there was never one that presented herself. But in came Anastasia, and she filled that gap; this is where she became my beloved, my mate, my partner, and not least my wife. Sadly, the place where this dream become real is now lying in ashes.

I can stand here for hours and watch every last part turn to dust and tell so many memories that were behind these walls. But what I can also for sure say is that the longer I stand here, the more anger is boiling in my heart. "This was not an accident."

I watch as all eyes turn their attention to me. Finally, someone has said what everyone has been thinking all of this time.

"Someone is going to pay for bringing the Belmont House down. And I have a fairly good place where to start."

And as I give one last glance at the mountain of nothing in front of me, I know that I shall be back the day once they have rebuilt these grounds, but for now, we shall have to move to a different location. "Come, my beloved."

"But where to Sebastian?"

"Oh, Anastasia, this is not my only home."

"What? You have another house?"

"In fact, several. More to mention, on the one hand, perhaps even two."

"Sebastian, are you holding secrets from me?"

"No, my beloved, you just never asked."

"Well, I shall ask the moment we get to our new home."

"I am afraid there is only time to change, and then we are visiting our dear friend."

"If we are killing someone, then I prefer not to change."

"Always the eager Vampire, but please, this one I am doing."

After seeing Edward and Lilith off to our new home, my beloved and I make our way down a road that we have travelled far too oftern for the past few months. I must be honest that I am truly looking forward to something that should have been taken care of in the very way that I am intending to end it. Yes, hindsight sometimes comes with a slap in the face, but one only know once something has been done in the course of action in the first place was successful.

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So after several, mostly spent in quiet, we arrive at the very clearing where I can safely say this started. We are soon greeted by Katalina, the new fairy queen.

"Hey Sebastian, did not think that we would see you here so soon again?"

"My dear Katalina, I wish it was a social visit, but I am afraid that I am here for Elloise."

"Oh, I am so sorry. I did not think you would come so we already went ahead with it." "Ahead with what? Please do not say that you have killed her?"

"Oh no, even though I wish, she sadly did it to herself."

I gasp, and terror immediately sets into my eyes, "Did she? Did the silly fairy kill herself?"

"She forgot she did not have powers and tried to cross the magic river herself. I am afraid she drowned."

"Oh god, the woman was never clever. Well, she can be glad, for I was on my way to seal her fate. But tell me, when did this happen?"

"Early morning."

Saddened, which does sound cruel, but with knowing that it has not been Elloise that set the fire, we make our way back home in a state of confusion. Is there someone that has come back to take revenger on me again? I have played it save and stayed away from any scorned lovers; well, I would truly like to believe that I have. And as I look over to my beloved, I know that she is thinking exactly the same thing.

"My beloved, I have no idea who would have done this."