Snippet #1847214

Zacharia Michaelson has never known true sleep, save for the thoughts of Death's sleep in Her loving embrace. He had seen the serenity as he ripped and tore and drank the life from his victims' bodies. He had heard that there is a spark behind their eyes that vanishes when they are embraced by Her. Unfortunately, he had never seen such peace, only absolute terror when he fed on the ecstasy that was. Dreams within the day made him wonder about such ideas as Death. Why it was needed, and such, kept him from true sleep many times. "'The fear of death follows from the fear of life. A man who lives fully is prepared to die at any time.' Such a wonderful quote," his whispered pierced the silent night, "It speaks volumes, do you not agree?" His head turned towards a pair of golden eyes that stared at nothing. Slapping his forehead, he exclaimed, "Oh that's right, I killed you about ten minutes ago. Silly me." Reaching over, he lifted a severed wolf's head, and tossed it into a nearby fire pit. "Those tree huggers are going to love me," he muttered to himself. Striking a match, he tossed it in the pit. There was a loud FWOOSH! and flames began reaching for the stars within the heavens above. A slight scream whispered from within the pit, but he shrugged it off. "You're dead anyways," he whispered. Reaching down, lifting a small canvas, black bag, he left the site, not caring for the deaths he had caused to lives that once were.

Later that day, he had purchased a six month round trip ticket to the Bahamas, for a little "R & R," as he told the woman behind the desk. A knowing smiled played on her lips, while a slight growl almost escaped his. Oh how I hate humanity. Too many breed like roaches, and spread their disease of stupidity across the lands. When it came to checking his bags, he held up a metal case that was handcuffed to his wrist. "Confidential," he said with an apology in his voice and eyes, "I'll be needing to see the air marshal." A slow grin was forming on his lips, as he produced a manilla envelope for the marshal to look over.

It didn't take long for a pair of 'suits' to appear from behind a door, and escort him inside. "What is in the case?" Demanded one of the suits, practically snatching the manilla envelope from his hands. "You will find the contents of my case on those papers, along with several signed affidavits stating that if the case is not opened in a controlled environment, I have the right to authorize the arrest of those who do so, and charge them with something akin to treason." Zacharia began to show his fangs. He had friends in high places, as do most vampires, and flaunted that fact daily. Since his coven was decimated many years ago, he had never grown attached to anyone since. Of course, there had always been a few that attached themselves to him. It was inevitable, due to his independence streak, but that never lasted long. His employers, mostly vampires themselves, had loved that quality. They knew that if he failed, no one would care, and if he was killed during a job, his own family would not try to seek revenge because he had none to speak of. Turning his thoughts back onto the physical world, he watched as one of the suits began to look a little green, as he read the affidavit to himself. "Everything alright?" Innocence oozed from his breath, as his eyes took on that same innocence, with a pinch of insanity.

"Y-yes," he whispered, already beginning to sweat a little, "You may go, and have a safe trip." With a grin, and a slight bow, he left the room, but not before he heard the suit exclaimed in a hoarse whisper, "He's got the bloody governor as a friend." Chuckling to himself, he left the area to join the two dozen people boarding a plane to the Bahamas. "Should be interesting," he whispered to himself, "Another war to fill my cache, and my pockets." Leaning back in his seat, he closed his eyes, and began to dream of day dreams, while the plane began its final sequences before taking off.