Topic: If you don’t like the hand fate has dealt you….fight for a better one.
Date: ????? Dear Journal I had looked up in shock and I saw him, the man who had changed my life…the man who turned me into what I am today…my maker. He looked exactly how I remembered him. He had long blond hair and crimson eyes his skin was Caucasian, but he was paler because he was vampire, the only thing I could tell was different was his clothing, he wore tight black leather pants and a vest, it was unbuttoned and showed his chest. “Hello my son. ” He spoke his voice full of optimism. I didn’t know what to make of this seeing my maker after two hundred and seventy four years. At first I didn’t know what to say and then I managed to speak “what do you want” I asked him, he chuckled “what any father wants for his son…to see you happy” I didn’t know what to say…actually I knew what I wanted to say…I wanted to tell him that I would never be happy again, that I wanted to die with Sarah…for without her I suffer an agony far worse than death every moment of my existence. I wanted to tell him he is not my father…that he was nothing to me. I decided to ignore the man who had given me immortality and picked myself up, I hovered towards the burned steak “go away you’re no father of mine…you may have given me immortality, but that’s It.” It was to my surprise that I heard his laughter “Oh it is true…kids do say the most peculiar things” his voice had rung inside my head I turned from where Sarah was tied to just moments ago I was going to tell him what I really thought, but he stopped me in my tracks “BRIAN JACOBSON THAT IS ENOUGH YOU WILL BE SILENT” his voice was like the voice of darkness itself, it was commanding and had a powerful presence to it. It was like chills being sent down my back I felt the small amount of strength I have leave me as I floated there in silence. “My son…I know you grieve, you suffer great pain…I…I think it’s time we leave this spot” I was shocked he walked towards me “no” I sobbed at the speed of light he was in front of me he placed his hand on my shoulder and when he let go the scenery was different as soon as I saw the shores I knew where we were…we were home. This was the home where my Sarah and I had some happy memories…granted there is only a few, but in the short time we had together the memories we shared were powerful. This was the place I raised our son. This was my heaven on earth. “Now my son…let’s talk…” He sounded so normal and happy; well I suppose he would be happy he didn’t just lose his soul mate. “why…why did you leave so soon after you changed me” My maker looked at me “Well…my boy it’s rather simple….I served my purpose….after I changed you, and sheltered you during your transformation I knew that I would only be a hindrance…you had to forge your path and do things your way and become a man who was truly free.” Well I had to admit it sort of made sense to me, I had spent my entire life at the point serving others and having no freedom, in a way my life was reliant on my masters they gave me an order and I did it…granted eventually I ran away, that was just the start of my independence and so I realized that maybe if he had stuck around perhaps I would have stayed in that routine. I felt less angry at my maker for leaving me “What is you’re name” I waited for his answer and he watched as he had taken a moment to think about it “I have many names some call me Dracula…others call me Vlad the Impaler” What…that couldn’t be possible my maker was Dracula…“Get out” I uttered in shock watching my maker’s grin grow bigger, this was all so insane…first Sarah and now this…my maker is the legendary Dracula…this is utter madness I was starting to wish I never asked for his name “I know what you’re thinking son and no I have no relation to Bram Stoker or his vampire novel” to be honest I was relieved of that, but freaked out that he knew my thoughts I had a suspicion that he was telepathic like Edward “you’re reading my mind aren’t you” I accused him and again the strangeness in my voice was unfamiliar. Dracula nodded his head “Indeed I am and before you ask you’re next question. I shall answer it for you son…I am the voice you have been hearing” he answered astonishing me with the fact I hadn’t even thought of that question, but now that I did think about it, it would have been my next question “Fine then let me ask this…how are you doing this you’re answering questions I haven’t even thought about yet.” Dracula smiled, which at this point was starting to annoy me, and started to circle me “I am not what you would call a normal vampire... I have an ability known as Omniscience…I Know anything and everything my son…see if I wanted to, I could answer every question you ask without even thinking of it, because I have already foresaw it.” I raised an eyebrow as he circled me “Yeah right” I spoke skeptically. My maker chuckled and stopped “Very well, I shall prove it…You’re going to ask me the following questions. The first did I foresee Sarah’s death well yes I foresaw her death two hundred years before her birth” I didn’t allow him to finish I ran towards Dracula determined to destroy him. when I noticed his face get serious and in a flash I suddenly found myself on the my back with his foot on my chest, he was so fast I didn’t even see him take me down…this was insane, not even Felix is capable of this…it was like Dracula moved at the speed of light. Dracula’s face looked serious for the first time since our encounter and he had an icy cold stare “BAD BOY BAD” he spoke and I felt like a child being scolded for touching a cookie before dinner time. He kept his foot there and I felt the sand. “WHY DIDN’T YOU SAVE HER IF YOU FORESAW IT YOU COULD HAVE SAVED HER” I yelled at him in fury, Dracula kept his icy cold stare “It is not my place to get involved in my children’s business…Now.” He answered me and pulled his foot off me and in a flash he had his hand on my shirt and with incredible strength he lifted me up and held me off the ground “I didn’t bring you here to humiliate you my boy…I came here to help you to educate you as my grandson would say…Relax.” He was quoting Tobias which surprised me. I wondered how someone could know anything and everything and then I wanted to ask him that, but he was probably expecting it.”Fine what do you want to educate me in…I just want to get this over…so I can go back to where she…” I couldn’t finish what I was going to say, truth be told I had intended to stay at the place of Sarah’s death for eternity…Edward or Rosalie could take care of Tobias…besides Tobias deserved someone better than me…After all what sort of father could I be when I allowed my son’s mother to die. I watched Dracula's smile return as he lowered me onto the sand “look over there my son” He pointed behind me and at the dock of my beach I saw her…it was Sarah, she stood there in the long white dress she died in, the wind blowing her blond hair back as she had her hands cupped over her heart. “Sarah” I whispered smiling I felt this excitement and joy to see her again. She watched the ocean and to me she looked like an angel “She is at peace now even though she cannot move on to the afterlife” I barely heard Dracula, but when I did come back to my senses I asked him why and his words sent chills down my spine “she gave you an oath Brian…she swore that her spirit would always be with you…that she would be waiting for you at this place for an eternity…she is happy, and at peace.” It was mind blowing to see her there she looked so perfect. “I have a question to ask you, and even though I know the answer…I want to hear it from your words…from your heart…If you could save Sarah from death…would you do it?” he asked me, it was a stupid question “Of course” I answered without hesitation “Even if in the future it would bring Sarah terrible pain and heartache” He asked again, I nodded my head “Yes…Sarah is no stranger to pain, she can take it….and I would be there to mend her heart.” I answered him. I didn’t want to look away from Sarah I was afraid if I did she would vanish, but I had this feeling that Dracula was smiling “well then my son…I have good news for you…Sarah is still alive” I felt something inside me, it was like my heart became lighter I reluctantly looked away from Sarah and looked to Dracula and had both my hands on his vest “Don’t mess with me old man I have had a really shitty day I saw her die in front of me, I heard her screams and smelled her flesh burn…even if what your saying is true why wait till now why not tell me right away” I yelled at him with anger. My maker had just laughed “because like any other father I enjoy messing with my child…Brian what you saw is the future…seven days in the future…well actually five because you have been in the Astral world for about two days now.” I had released Dracula and fell on my knees, Sarah was alive…I had never been happier in my entire life, I looked up at Dracula he knew what I was going to ask…how could I go to the future. “Humans would call your ability Astral projection Brian, with your power you have the potential to be like me to know anything and everything…you could travel to the past…the present and the future and learn from it. But you don’t know how to use your power…so it’s unpredictable…you need to be specific when you use your power my son…take a moment to think what did you say…before you came to the astral plain” he asked me, remaining on my knees I did as I was told and I thought about it…I wanted to be with Sarah because I thought she needed me bad and then I remembered my words “Take me to Sarah, let me be with her for when she needs me the most” I thought to myself and at that moment Dracula has spoken as if he had read my mind “I can’t imagine a moment she would need you more, than the day she is going to die…wouldn’t you agree my son.” I nodded wordlessly. I felt Dracula put his hand on my head “you have the power to free you’re soul from the physical world….with it Brian you can travel through time and space go to any place you desire…and take anyone you want….but you need to be specific Brian….now my son…it’s almost time for us to part…You now know you’re mission…save the woman you love or that will be her fate” he pointed to Sarah at the docks waiting endlessly for me as a spirit, someone incomplete.” I stood up and looked at my maker as his hand traveled from my head to my cheek “one more thing if you manage to save Sarah…you must give her this message…word for word, If you don’t like the hand fate has dealt you…fight for a better one.” I wanted to ask him why, but instead I asked him “wait I thought you knew everything, surely you would know if I succeed” I asked him “Oh I do know, but I am not into giving spoilers away my son…I prefer to keep you in suspense…I know I’m a sadist aren’t I” he spoke with a chuckle “more like a weirdo” I retorted moving his hand away I knew how to get back, I had to focus on returning to my body Dracula had spoken again “Remember son….five days is all you have...use the knowledge you learned here to make a difference” Dracula started to walk away when I yelled out “HEY WAIT WHAT DID YOU MEAN THAT DAY….THAT I WOULD CHANGE THE WORLD OF OUR KIND.” Dracula stopped and turned to face me “I could tell you that son, but wouldn’t it be much more exciting to find out on your own….good luck my son, we will meet again in the future…we still have much to discuss” He answered in my head then he just vanished out of thin air majorly freaky and really annoying he would leave me in suspense. Looking back to Sarah I smiled “I am coming for you baby girl.” I focused on returning to my body and opened my eyes I could see the beautiful stars were out…my pain and my grief washed away with relief and determination according to Dracula I had five days to save her. Brian has learned the truth about his mysterious power Will he be able to change the future? Find out Next time on Brian’s Journal
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InfoBrian Jacobson, Born as a slave fled from his cruel and evil masters who owned a mining company, after fleeing his masters Brian wat bitten by a vampire and made the change to becoming a vampire. In a newborn rage Brian killed his masters, fellow slaves even his family. After the newborn years Brian kept the mine and other lands of his masters and made it his own. Brian became cynical and did not believe in love, until he met Sarah Frost. Brian's Journal is written by Martin. Click here to read first entryArchives |