Chapter 3: The Second Encounter

Chapter 3:  The Second Encounter

Peter was now back inside his apartment, he had been sitting for hours flashing through memory of all that has happen on this day.  Peter knew he needed to remember every little detail in some organize fashion and he tried to think of how he was going to record all the events that has taking place today.  From being revived from death to coming face to face with vampires.   Peter remembered that he had a camcorder, which he thought would probably be the his best method of recording .  Peter thought to himself that he can verbally relive the day and this would be the most effective way and efficient way to take an accurate account of all that is happened.  He got up from the kitchen table where he was sitting at and walked into his bedroom heading for the closet.  He had packed with all his gadgets once he felt that he believed had become useless to him.  Peter opened the closet door and started moving boxes and wires all out of way in search of his camcorder that he received sometime ago.  He didn’t realize how much noise he was making until he heard Sarah turning over, she was asleep on the coach in his living room.  He glanced out at her and had to do a double take, thinking to himself how remarkably beautiful she was:  Sarah was about 5’7, maybe an 120 pounds, she had blond hair with brownish streaks, she also had these ocean blue eyes that seem to see the goodness in everything.  She slept so peaceful and calm considering all that has happen tonight.  He went back to the closet continuing rummaging through all his things until he came across his Nikon HDV Coolvix.  Peter always had a hunch that this camcorder will come in handy one day.    

Peter walked over to the dresser in his room, he thought it would be a good place to set the camcorder up, the lighting was great and the bed is comfortable enough considering this first recording might be kind of long.  Peter turned the camcorder on and set it up to record, he sat down on the bed and he remember saying and thinking about how beautiful the sunrise was and how miserable he was still losing the battle with cancer.  He continued on telling the story of his day just as it had happen, while telling the story he couldn’t help but wonder about a few things.  One thing that kept bugging him, was what the heck was in that envelope, what was the message that got Ta’kur so angry and aggressive? Maybe that’s just his vampire nature, when Peter looked at Ta’kur’s cold eyes, there was nothing good, no compassion, nothing sensible, nothing but carnage is what Peter got from him when they made eye contact.  Peter is honestly second guessing if the acceptance of such a daunting task like this was worth it, he desperately wanted a second chance at life, but now he is not sure at what cost. Peter and Sarah were almost ripped to pieces tonight.  Peter thought to himself, why did he drag Sarah into all of this, she is so innocent and caring and shouldn’t be expose to this lifestyle.  Peter started recording all details that outline his day; he started with his sickness and continued on of the events of the club.  Peter paused for a moment, thinking if it was smart for him to talk about vampire, but he figured if he had already mentioned being sick, but some how now he is heal and have talked about meeting Death in the flesh.  Peter figured talking about vampires couldn’t make this day any weirder.  Peter finished my recording about today’s events, he is not sure how exactly this is suppose to work, but he labeled the recording today's date, 29 March 2011 (Day 1) and placed it in one of my CD holders.  Peter placed his camcorder on the dresser and walked around his apartment making sure all the doors were secured. Peter thought that after a night like tonight he would hate to have any more confrontations with those vampires.  Especially Jeremiah, when all the other vampires are afraid of him, that is more than enough information to make any man aware to stay far away from Fang$.  A war is coming is one of the last things that Peter remembers Death saying, Peter is unsure even if he understands what he may have came up against.  “Those vampires looked like they were animals looking for a hunt, they seemed like cold calculated killers, there is no soul behind their eyes, what do you do against a something like that”, Peter thought.  Peter finished up securing the apartment, he made the decision to let Sarah sleep in his bed and Peter would take the coach.  Peter couldn’t fathom the thought about leaving her alone tonight after all he had put her through tonight.  Peter couldn’t remember that last time he had the strength to carry someone, although he was 6’2, 205 pounds. The cancer had almost deteriorated Peter’s body to almost nothing, at one point in time he was down to about 140 pounds, the medical pills helped Peter to gain and retain moderate weight levels, but there was nothing that would allow him to regain his strength except for Death and this second chance.  Peter picked up Sarah, who was still asleep to carry her to the bedroom, she smelled like cherry blossom and her skin was baby soft to the touch.  Peter walked slowly with Sarah in his arms, Peter had not bee this close to a women in a such a long time, that he relish and kind of cherish this moment, Peter placed her gently on the bed, fluffing the pillows behind her head, Peter noticed a tattoo behind Sarah’s ear, he couldn’t make out what is was, it looked like some sort weapon maybe, whatever Peter thought it was sexy that there was more to Sarah.  He pulled the cover up over her, Peter tried to quietly walk out, but as he was attempting to leave he heard Sarah in a faint whisper say, “Thank you Peter”.  Peter just smiled and continues to quietly walk out. It was nearly 5 O’clock in the morning; Peter figured he should try to get a couple of hours of shuteye, who really knows what will take place today? Peter grabbed a few pillows and blankets and made himself a pallet on the coach, he laid down trying to get comfortable, unfortunately his mind is still racing at a thousand miles per hour, but he tried anyway to get himself at a state of rest with hopes of getting a few hours of sleep.  

Peter’s tossing, turning, and restlessness went on for about another 45 minutes and finally he almost fell asleep, when he happens to hear someone approaching his door.   Peter is tired, his are extremely heavy and he is a bit unsure if what he heard is indeed what he heard, so Peter listened closely again. Some was approaching the door, so Peter jumped up to see who or what it was, as he approached the door, Peter stopped and pausing for a moment, Peter slowly leaned forward to look through the peep hole, at that moment when Peter’s eyes was at eye level to see through the peep hole when he heard a voice that scared him to his core, afraid of moving an inch Peter stood there frozen.  The voice outside the door spoke again saying, “Peter, you have nothing to be afraid of at this moment, just open the door and please let me in.  I just would like to have a few words with you”.  Peter still frozen solid by fear, he had recognized that chilling voice from earlier that night.  How in the hell does he know where I live, Peter thought to himself.  Again the voice spoke, “Peter, don’t be afraid f I wanted to kill you I could have already, maybe while you were tossing and turning for the last hour, or maybe when you were being such the gentlemen by taking Sarah into your bedroom.” Peter realizing his options are slim at best he slowly opened the door to put a face to this disturbing voice.  In he heart he had already known, but there stood Jeremiah, Jeremiah said, “May I come in Peter?”   Fear cripples Peter once more, so Peter just stood there.  Finally realizing the predicament he was in he said, “Yes come in Jeremiah.”  Jeremiah stepped in with a very serious look on his face and said to Peter, “Do you know why I am here Peter?  Peter shook his head-indicating no.  Jeremiah said, "Do you know what that envelope said?"  Peter shook his head again to indicate no; building up the his courage, Peter breathing heavily stood up straight in front of Jeremiah and said that “he was told, no he was given strict directions not to break the crest, but to hand it over to a man named Ta’kur”.  Jeremiah replied, “this envelop that you so politely delivered, was a warning to my family and all those like me Peter”, “you do know what I am?” said Jeremiah.  Peter letting out a deep sigh; “you and your kind are vampires”, said Peter.  “Correct” said Jeremiah, “I am part of the original founding family of vampires, the most vicious predator known to some and to other we are thought of as mere fable.  Humans and their hunters have tried hunting us, burning us, shooting at us and yet we live and they have lost countless lives in their pathetic attempts.  We are the master-race, superior in every way to humans”.  Jeremiah continued, “I am not afraid of a war and neither is my family.   When I presented the envelope to my Father he was furious, so furious that he cleared his chambers.  Now why would this upset my Father so much?  So against his direct orders, Jeremiah has taking it upon himself to solve this little problem.  Jeremiah has told all those like him no killing until he gives the order, but what Jeremiah wants to know is who gave Peter this envelope?  

Jeremiah continues to lecture Peter that the marking on the envelop appears to be old and Jeremiah’s historian tells him it belonged to a clan they called reapers, but in all the years vampires have walked the earth they have only seen one member of this clan, a man with a Phoenician tattoo with a symbol that meant “Reaper of Souls” that existed long ago, this man was not a Warlock, neither a Lycan nor a Vampire, although there are many other things out there, the ancients revered this man as some other type of supernatural. This man has not been heard from or seen since that meeting between him and Jeremiah’s father centuries ago.  Peter released an even deeper sigh he told Jeremiah “that he didn’t know much about the man, other than people over the years have called him Death. The man wore a hood that hid his face from eyesight.”   “Peter”, Jeremiah said, “ I want you to pass on a message to this Death. Tell him, that a war is coming and that he is not going to like the outcome” Jeremiah said to Peter, “He must have offered you something for your troubles Peter?”  "He did" said Peter, “he gave me back my life, a second chance.”  Jeremiah looked at Peter unamused.  Jeremiah told Peter he could end that second chance right now, in a much more evocative voice and demeanor, but because Jeremiah considers himself to be a sensible killer, unlike either one of his older brothers and definitely not like his father, since either one of them would rip Peter’s head right off his shoulders.  Jeremiah said that he is going to allow Peter to enjoy a few more hours of this second chance, see one last sunrise, maybe even get lucky one last time, and most of all pass his message on to this Reaper, Jeremiah told Peter that in exactly 16 hours; he was going to send a few vampires over to drain him dry. And that Sarah, who seems not to have shown an ounce of fear earlier, well he could think of a few ways he would like to entertain himself with a women like that!  Jeremiah told Peter that once he is through with him, the war would have begun and bringing this Reaper’s head home to his Father would earn him bravery and accolade to the end of time.  

Realizing the seriousness of his voice, Peter thinks his heart has stopped, time seemed to have stopped as well, he couldn’t move, fear paralyzed him, and to top it all off; he believes that he is still going to die far too early in life.  Enjoy your last day on earth Peter, said Jeremiah as he looked to have vanished in thin air right before Peter’s eyes. It was like he was there threatening me and then he was gone.  Peter quickly shut the door thinking to himself what has he done and how, why did he get Sarah wrapped up in this mess.  He walked back over to the pallet he made on the coach numb to everything around him, his mind shut off from any thinking, as if it’s a defense mechanism because he now understands that he is going to die tonight. He fell into the coach face first into the pallet he had made, hoping and praying that this was a bad dream!  He fell asleep exhausted, overwhelmed and slept as though it was my last day on earth.