Blood, Lust, and Hatred *Chapter 4*

Chapter 4
While Schuyler was getting dressed Jesse ran down to his laboratory (yes, he has a laboratory, he’s a vampyre he needs one, plus what was he supposed to do with the extra room? He lives in a mansion for Christ’s sake.)
“This is very odd. There is nothing in any of the books about a young vampyre developing so rapidly.” Jesse stroked his non-existent beard.
At that moment Schuyler walked in. She had changed into a black lace corset, a pair of dark skinny jeans, and a pair of black flip-flops. To tie the whole outfit together her nails were painted cranberry, her hair in a messy bun, and there was a piece of long black stain ribbon tied in a choker around her neck, the long curly ribbon tails mingled with loose tendrils of her unruly hair.
“What are you doing?” she asked him, hopping up onto a clean counter top.
“I’m studying vampire secrets and lore for an explanation.” He explained. “Now I’m going to need some blood.”
“Okay.” She winced as he pierced her flesh with the syringe.” Hey that’s odd, my blood smells different than usual, richer some how.” She noted.
“That’s the way vampyre blood smells.” Jesse replied as he evenly distributed the blood onto a slide, and put a cover on it. He then slipped the slide under the microscope. “ That’s odd.” He muttered to himself.
“What?” Schuyler rushed over to see.
“Well you see, normal vampyres blood is a maroon color, tinted purple, you’re blood however, is almost the color of tomato juice. To the naked eye it could almost pass for human blood. But when we look under a microscope, we see that your molecules are buzzing, they’re moving so fast. Normal vampyres molecules also move at an accelerated rate, but it’s not this fast.”
“Uhm… okay… if you say so. What does that mean?”
“Honestly, I have no idea. Now let me try something. Stand in front of that mirror.” Jesse gestured to a mirror halfway across the room. Schuyler sauntered over and peered into the mirror.
“Hmm, just as I suspected.” Jesse said, inspecting the reflection.
“Hey! My reflection looked normal earlier! What’s going on? Why am I a blur? I thought vampyres weren’t even supposed to be able to cast reflections?”
“Vampyres do cast reflections, and can even be caught on film, however, they will be blurry, this happens because our atoms move at a faster rate than a humans. You could see yourself perfectly in the mansion mirrors because they are a special kind of glass forged in Egypt and aged in Romania.” He walked over and stood next to her, “You however, are blurred more than any vampyre I’ve ever encountered, and I have no idea why.” Jesse explained as he twirled one of the ribbons around his finger.
“Is it because I haven’t fed from a human yet?” (She had begun feeding off animals that morning; it was repulsive.) “Maybe that’s it.” Schuyler reasoned.
“No, it’s not, I’ve known many vampyres in my time, and you, Schuyler, are one in a million.” He said with a grin. “This is really puzzling me, maybe if I study your past, maybe there’s some rare illness that runs in your family.”
“Well, I don’t know much, I’m adopted. But what I could find I’ll gladly tell you. My last name by birth is Moravia.” Schuyler offered.
“With the mention of her last name Jesse stopped dead in his tracks. “What did you say your last name was?” he breathed.
“Moravia, why? Jesse are you okay?” he looked ill.
“What was your grandfathers name?” Jesse asked wide-eyed.
“I think it was Markus?”
With that Jesse nearly passed out. “That’s… it’s not… possible! How far back can you trace your family heritage?”
“Well I cant find anything on specific people, but the bloodline can be traced all the way back to Egypt, then to Romania, Ireland, England, a few more places in Europe, and finally to New York. Why?”
“Do you know if your Egyptian ancestors were named Akasha and Enkil?”
“Something like that I think…. Jesse whats going on?!” she spazzed.
“This is unbelievable! You’re a… Beloved!” Jesse exclaimed.
“What the hell is that?!” Schuyler asked.
“It means you were a vampyre before I turned you, I knew you looked like her.” Jesse’s eyes met hers in wonder, and with that Schuyler sank to the ground, floored.