Stephen spotted Anabelle and Fredrich leaving the tavern together. He followed them lurking behind the shadows, the anticipation was boiling beneath his icy skin, and his mind was totally attuned to the task at hand. He watched from outside as Frederich and Anabelle made their way to bed together, totally unaware of the future horrors at hand. He then felt, no, he knew, it was the right time. With incredibly intensity he leapt from the street to the young couple’s second story bedroom, and with a flare for over-dramatization, he crashed himself through the window, as making a statement was not nearly enough. The couple screamed and leapt their fully exposed bodies out of the bed, shock and fear permeated their faces, and at this very expression, Stephen felt elated, stimulated, thirsty.
“Stephen, you’re supposed to be dead, we buried your body!”, said Anabelle.
“Oh my love, sorry to disturb you, Stephen is dead, and only that is left is I, what stands before you.”
“Stephen you sound crazy, I don’t understand what you are saying,” said Anabelle as she quivered, the terror was like an aphrodisiac for the young vampire, he could feel her fear and he craved more.
Frederich grabbed Anabelle and they tried to escape downstairs, only to their astonishment, Stephen was already sitting at the kitchen table, smoking some of Frederich’s tobacco.
“This tobacco was far tastier when I was alive,” he said.
He leapt forward at such speed that neither Anabelle nor Frederich could see him, and there he was right next to them, his face was altered somehow, his eyes gleamed with ferocity and he bared fangs, exuding a mark of viciousness of his expression.
“You see Anabelle, I hate Stephen as much as you did, and only more because of the fact that he let himself be seduced and courted by a whore so low in her morals she would betray him for a faggot like Frederich,” he said laughing crazily.
Stephen grabed Frderich by the neck and through him as if he were a pebble into the wall, cracking his arm in the process. Frederich was unconscious.
Frederich awoke to find himself tied to a chair, as well as Anabelle tied to the bed, naked, at the mercy of whatever Stephen had become. He was shaking with fear, and knew what was coming, the very thought of his death at the hands of such a monster infuriated him.
“You bastard Stephen, let her go, let us go, there is no point to this,”
Stephen leapt across the room, and inserted a knife into Frederich’s thigh, “The point is there is no point Frederich, you are pathetic and meaningless, and your exit from the world shall not be remembered; now watch as I take what you took from me.”
Frederich was delirious with the pain, and he felt the blood flow from the wound like a grand waterfall onto a lake, he was helpless to him or Anabelle.
Stephen approached Anabelle silently, she sat bound and gagged on the bed in the position that Stephen arranged for her, the tears streaming down her eyes and the dead white of her skin exhilarated Stephen until no end. He had felt lust for her as human, but this was a lust of primal ferocity, carnal lust.
“Would it shock you if I said I still wanted you?” said Stephen.
She could not respond, which Stephen liked, as he wished this to be a singular experience. He then began to violate her mentally, sexually, and physically, he couldn’t believe how natural this act of despicable evil came to him. He penetrated her and cut her and bruised her, with every scream emanating from her tiny mouth leaving him only more blood thirsty. The brutality went on for hours, and he only stopped when he realized he could no longer hear Frederich’s puny screams and pleas for mercy. Realizing Frederich had bled out and was dead, as a doornail, he felt it was time to finish this act of murderous artistry.
He stroked her beautiful curly blond hair for one last time, and looked into her eyes, staring through her. She looked at him, she had already been beaten into nothing, and her will and her strength were already depleted. She saw his long brown hair and his prominent jawline and deep brown eyes and it was Stephen, but it wasn’t, there was something in him.
“You are my first Anabelle, I shall not forget this.”, he said.
He bit into her with such intensity she could not scream. Her blood flowed from her neck into his body, making him warm, and full, the flavor so sweet than no human could ever imagine it. He drank from her and he drank more, until she lay there lifeless, and cold.
Lilah walked in the room, and was taken with the carnage. She laughed and crashed into Stephen pinning her to the ground
“Congratulations my dear,” she said, “You have severed your ties to humanity, you are mine forever and together we will bring waste to the masses of innocents.”
Stephen felt empowered, and alive. He ripped Lilah over and penetrated inside of her cold and lifeless form. They laughed and made love and went out, excited for a fulfilling eternity of sadism and torture.