Untitled: Lericevi

INTRO: Alright, this is the first chapter of two so far. I have not worked on this in such a long time. It seems like forever. I really liked this when I started writing it, and sadly I cannot remember how it came about. I will try my best to remember, and let you know with the post of the next chapter. This doesn't have a name yet, simply because nothing has struck me, not even some sort of idea. I haven't exactly given it much thought either. So for now it is known as Untitled. This chapter I will call Lericevi though.
As always, I hope you enjoy, and will give any criticisms you might have.

UNTITLED: LERICEVI

Lericevi sat in a lonely chair in the middle of an ancient room. This place emulated her soul, and what she had lost. Relics, they were all she had left. What she herself had become. Side by side with them she sat, waiting. The drapes tightly closed, until dusk settled into the area. She slept very little. Days of old never ceased flashing into her thoughts, keeping her from rest. She was alone. The family she was once apart of had been gone for some time. Three hundred and fifty-six years to be exact. She had lost everything. Lericevi remembers it all quite clearly, for she is unable to forget…


'The day was cool, like any other day. Nothing eventful ever happened in that county. The VanAlberict family, into which I was born, had nothing to fear. If it was not for that boy, that simple young man, Vanin Drosamore. I would have led a perfectly normal life. It was not the boys fault, per se. I had chosen my fate. Yet still, if his influence did not take over my thoughts, then perhaps I could have been saved.
He promised me eternity, but Vanin himself did not realize what that entailed. In his immaturity, he saw this life a fairy tale. One where we could live together, forever. This was far from the truth, and he did not look before he leapt, before carelessly turning.
He took the words of his Master foolhardily. I was no better, for I had taken his words with the same reckless hope. I was so naive then.
Poor Vanin, he was quite unfortunate, more so then myself I suppose. He meant no one harm, but that did not stop it from happening. It never does.'



Lericevi drifted back into time, a clear sky of memory fading into dusty walls and barren cobwebs. She did not want to think of those days any longer, as the night called to her from the clouded window.
"A little while more, be patient," she told herself. Answering the hunger that was building deep inside. She was used to it now, and had developed a fondness for it. Lericevi had taken half a decade to warm up any feeling towards her other side. Her only comfort now.
She rose, and with every step towards the door her cottage creaked. Floorboards, walls, windowpanes, speaking to her in hushed tones. Sometimes she would answer back.

"Keep quite your disapproval of me. Were it not for my presence, you would have been torn down long ago."

She said nothing more, and slipped into her dusty cloak. Disappearing into the night. Lericevi crept through the overgrown field that blanketed her home. It was far out from the city limits, no one even knew it was there. For two hundred and sixty-seven years, no one had come near it. Lericevi had made sure of that.

The night was so still, but not for Lericevi. She could hear every resting heartbeat, warm blood pumping through their veins. However, she did not hunt the humans, not anymore. For in recent times she found them to taste impure.
So Lericevi stood still, listened more closely for the heartbeat of the forest. The continuous pulsation was music to her ears. She only chose certain creatures though, isolating their rhythms from the rest. Once driven to the ideal pulse, her eyes glazed a dark green, and her fangs grew to their point. Closing in without a sound on the victim of choice.
Her precision was baffling for someone so young in the trade. Though she had nothing but time to practice, no one to hold her back. Competition was rare. This type of thought took over when she hunted, while in her element. She was pure animal as the thirst of night held her captive. Anyone to tread upon her path would be taken down, simply because she could.

Lericevi continued hunting like this through the night, until her hunger was contented, and the sky transformed to a grey blue. She had ample time to return home, passing the overgrown graves where her mother, father, and sister forever slept. They were all meant to be buried here, but Lericevi’s transformation broke the family apart. They did not want to put their own families in danger, and so…they distanced themselves. Left her with the hurt and pain, the brunt of their parents rage. A tear escaped despite herself, as she knelt before them…

"If I could ever take back all that I have done…I would do so…but, I cannot."

She traced across the fading letters of her sister’s name…

Sariarie Maritza VanAlberict

1638 - 1652


She quickly rose with the dawning of the sun, entering a scolding cottage just as the first rays hit earth to wake it. Lericevi removed the cloak before returning to her chair. The house whispered foreboding thoughts as she settled in. Lericevi ignored it though, there was nothing to fear, as always had been. She was the only thing to dread in that place.