Have you ever heard? Of that fearsome character?
He lives in that rundown house on that one vacant road in Stonebridge. They say you have a 1/20 chance of coming back alive if you walk in front of it.
He doesn’t have fangs nor does he have a voice, but he has the mental power to make up for it. Young vampires are taught to fear him. After all this time and all the deaths, everyone’s learned their lesson.
Leave him alone.
Today, in the back of that still standing house, in a crudely dug hole in the ground, this man had made his way into a secret basement.
A basement that had once held such great importance and that was now merely a hole in the ground.
He often found himself here, wondering…wondering what had been the point of it all.
He’d barely been a boy when his choice had been laid out before him. If ever it had been a choice at all.
In one, you are the Guard of the Four and in the other you are the Executioner of the Four.
But one thing those mysterious Time Keepers had omitted to tell him…was the future he was supposed to have after.
Only three of the four were dead. He could’ve decided to chase down the fourth, the Weapon, to bring her back here. He had enough reason to – after all she was a large potential threat following around the one person that kept all the supernaturals alive.
This vampire didn’t have the motivation to start another chase across the world. And afterall, the Weapon was with Kevil, and he was more than capable of taking care of both himself and her.
His entire life he’d had something he needed to do. He’d needed to watch over his big sister Aliska. He’d needed to hunt down Assaria, Velor, William and the Weapon. He’d needed to protect his son. He’d needed to raise a family with Kyxa.
He didn’t have much to do. The house was always empty and usually as spotless as it could be with an unusual perfection.
He didn’t have much company either, not that he would ever admit to it. His soulmate had died, his prisoners had escaped, most of his siblings had passed away and his children had grown up. And his children had children of their own.
He supposed he could have occupied his time with being a grandpa…but he didn’t think he had a right to inflict his presence on them.
And after all he didn’t feel that old. Even if some days it felt like he’d been here too long.
Sometimes he wondered if he should get a dog again. The yard he’d weeded seemed so empty…it needed a little bit of life.
But then he’d remember he never liked dogs. Kyxa had. And then he’d remember when his life wasn’t so purposeless.
When it wasn’t so lonely.
No one had warned him being a vampire would be so lonely.
For all his power, and for all he’d accomplished, and for all he had failed, he never once imagined it would end like this.
In this suffocating peacefulness.
Left to brew in his thoughts as he came to accept his own loneliness, James Whitelight could have done several different things. Different choices could have led to horrible tragedies in an effort to chase away the self-deprecating loneliness.
He was truly such a lonely vampire, that sitting in broad daylight till his skin turned to ash had crossed his mind on more than one occasion.
Instead, he came to realization that he wasn’t too late. That he wasn’t completely alone. And with that in mind he made his way to Ridgevalley, where an old friend waited with a knowing smile.