The prophecy

Years earlier .

Fate is how life unfolds when we let fear determine our choices. A path of destiny reveals itself to us when we confront our fears and make conscious choices ~  Caroline Myss.

Scattering his way through the woods , his blood drops fell on the wet leaves , the rain poured heavily and the thunder gave strength to each lightening that cut across the dark sky . He seemed to have come a long way , as dizzy as he was, he had his eyes fixed on the mountain that laid up ahead .It seemed to be getting closer and closer for every pace he covered.  Exhausted and holding on to his last strength, he pushed on till he was close enough. He climbed, it seemed the stretch hurt his injury , he gave a loud groan and the thunder echoed. Holding on , he forged ahead till he came to the mountain cave. He fell in and crawled, his blood crawled with him till he was in the center of the cave, he turned his body and had his face looking up at the rocky ceiling. He breathed weakly.

"You killed my brother, now have you come to kill me?" .  An old man's deep creepy voice echoed through the cave . 

"He left me no choice..." . Stace struggled to speak .

"Well he was always arrogant and stubborn , not willing to compromise, I see it all from here but you have done well without me ,  why have you come after so many years?" .

 The voice replied.

"I need your blood ...uncle "

Stace muttered .

"My blood? You just put it like that, Do you know what you're asking for? An animal when the full moon falls on your skin  isn't enough condemnation?" .  The voice spoke.

"I ask for immortality.. too much to be done , I must live.." . He muttered.

"You cannot save the world..dear nephew" .

The old man's voice replied as he stepped out of the darkness, into the moonlight that shone from the hole in the rocky ceiling, seemed like a rock was missing or two. He had little hair on his head, and his nails were long and dirty. His lips were dry, his face was pale. His eyes were deep and his teeth were sharp. He was in a black veil but was as white as a corpse.

"It will not atone for anything that might have happened.." . The old man assured as he went on his knees before Stace.

"Let me be the judge of that .." 

Stace replied looking up at him.

"Very well then.. "  

The old man spoke , he took his right palm up to his mouth , boring his fangs into it, he caused himself to bleed and proceeded to let it drop into Stace's mouth. As blood mixed with blood, Stace groaned in pain so loud it sounded like thunder itself, his body moved to the rhythm of the pain. The transition was hard but eventually successful. 

"You will be fine. You just have to complete your transition by drinking human blood. Else you will bleed from your eyes, become rabid and probably die and I wouldn't like for my blood to go to waste so.." 

The old man explained as he got up, reaching out for a plate from the old table that rested not too far from them. He poured some reddish liquid into it from an old crafted jug and moved back to where Stace laid. 

"Don't give me that look. I am no more a sinner than you are.. Now drink.."  He instructed lifting Stace's head half way up enough for the liquid to get into his mouth.

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Present day .

Morning.

Focused, he sat with his eyes glued to his system, his right hand was on the mouse and his left held on loosely to a piece of paper . Wearing a Tom Ford navy blue classic smoking suit, he looked as elegant as always . Soon he heard a Knock on the door , almost like he could tell who it was, he spoke ;

"Come in" .

Reluctant.

She stood by his office door , contemplating on whether go in or not , she bit her lips and rolled her eyes nervously to see if anyone passing by the corridor was watching. 

Soon the door opened from the inside and her eyes met with Stace's, who held it. 

'oh my.. he is such a charmer' . 

Rung in her head.

"Come on in" . Stace instructed as he turned back, walking towards his table. She slowly walked behind him, having shut the door. 

"Enough of this please ".  She voiced.

"Enough of... what?" . He replied picking up his cup of coffee.

"Stop trying to act all nice towards me like nothing happened. I hurt your feelings and I just want you to know that I am deeply sorry" . She said,

Stace dropped the coffee cup slowly on the desk and walked round resting his butts loosely on the edge right in front of her. He stared at her quietly while she spoke  .

"Aren't you going to say something?"

She asked.

"There isn't anything to say April. Listen.. I am sorry if I have been selfish , forcing my feelings on you..that was totally irresponsible of me.."  He told her.

"No no .. you have nothing to apologize for…" 

"Yes I do.. that man still loves you, and as painful as it sounds to admit, you love him too.. I really am not up for any drama " . He told her.

"No.. that is not true. I do not love him" . She stressed as she moved towards him.

"April, really.. just stop.. you told me you were at Swan's , and you weren't, you were with him and I saw you about to get into his car probably heading to his place to do God knows what but .. I know I haven't made love to you yet.." he told her looking frustrated.

"What? No.. I am no sex freak" .

She cut in, feeling insulted .

"I don't know what you are.. I do know you are someone I love and want to spend the rest of my life with but for some reason, you are not sure yet, it's almost like you're scared of being committed so you are there and here. "

"I know what I want" . She assured him , all the while she had had her eyes locked in his but at this response, her eyes seemed to have gotten bigger.

"Well do you know what you need?" 

He asked her. She seemed humbled by the question and had no words to speak.

"April.. accept it, we can't do this.." . Stace told her.

"No..no don't say that...don't give up on me yet.."  She begged.

"I can't give up on you but I can't keep waiting for you to make up your mind either. I don't want to be your fantasy, I want something real" . Stace told her, turning his face away.

"Don't do this…" She begged. Her eyes had become teary , her face had become pale.

"Loving for me has been easy but not being loved. I never wanna be that man who begs for love again" .

He concluded by turning his face back to hers. He looked sad. She saw it. It broke her but she swallowed the tears watching him turn his back to her. 

She slowly turned towards the door and rushed for it almost like if she had stayed in any longer, she was going to burst out , and so she bumped into Walter who was just outside. She tried to act normal as she walked on without a word. 

Walter stepped into the office shutting the door behind him. He met Stace standing and staring out the large window. Walter heaved a sigh.

" Better now than later" .  Walter said.

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Night.

In her room, she had her head laid on Mo's thighs sobbing . Her makeup was all over her face and the moist of her tears had messed up her mascara making her eyes seem bulgier .

"Husssh.. it's okay.. but what were you thinking..?" .  Mo said, caressing her hair with her hand.

"I don't know.. I didn't think it would hurt this much when he would at any point want to end things with me. Mo..it hurts so much. I feel like my heart got ripped out of my chest.. I just want the pain to stop.." 

April sobbed.

"You barely even know the guy..  how exactly is it possible for you to be this attached already ?. I thought this was just a crush, but that you hurt this much only means you never even realized how much you loved him " 

Mo replied confusedly.

"Some things are hard to explain..

I just want him back…" . April told her .

KNOCK-KNOCK..

They heard on the door.

"Who is it?!" . Mo voiced out from the bed.

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Stace's apartment.

Climbing down the stairs , he gulped down the drink in his glass. The doorbell kept on ringing and he wasn't bothered. He dropped the glass on a stool as he approached the door. He turned the knob open and Standing out there was a woman. She was slim and tall , wore a strange neck chain and a long black dress.  Her hands were in gloves and her hair was neatly braided to the back of her head. 

"Aunt Freya.." 

Stace called out surprised. She walked in majestically without a word and as Stace shut the door behind her , she moved to sit on a chair.  The lights in the living room revealed her beauty , she had flawless facial skin.  She slowly took off her gloves, dropping them on the table, her pretty hands became visible. Stace joined her soon enough .

"Wipe that look off your face. You look petrified" . 

She said articulately, lifting her face up to his. 

"Forgive me, you don't keep in touch"

He said.

"Hmm" . She hummed.

"Well I am very much alive nephew." 

She added,  taking a view of the living room . 

"You always had fine taste" . She said.

"I must admit I do"  . Stace affirmed.

"Get me something exquisite. I'm thirsty" . She ordered .

"As always.."  Stace replied with a smile as he approached the bar.

"You haven't aged.. "  He added pouring some wine into the glass . 

"Neither have you. I missed you too" She replied with a smile, collecting the glass from his hand. She took a sip and placed it back on the table.

"I had a vision" . She said as Stace sat . She leaned forward from the chair slowly and her countenance seemed to have changed quite quickly.

"I saw a young woman. She looked so much like Rebecca. You have always been my favorite, you must listen to me. A war is coming .. and she will be your downfall, the cause of the end.. do not let this happen"   She warned while her big green eyes locked with his.