The Hunt For Immortal Love

I have just spent my very first night in this dark and very much suffocating hole. That is, if the sun is rising at this very moment for when you have nothing but time on your hands, a Vampire is the last person whom you should ask what time of day it is. One other thing that a Vampire would never have is such a thing as lack of sleep. You shall find yourself wide awake for twenty-four hours a day in and day out.

And day in and day out, I shall spend in here for the next thirty days. I truly hope that Anastasia is keeping it together; she did seem quite distressed when we said our goodbyes. She fears it very much that something shall happen to me while I am down in this godforsaken place. I do tend to share the feeling with her, for I have not been out to feed in over three weeks. Now I generally push it up to a month, but to go for nearly two, well, I am afraid to say that I do not know if I shall make it.

So, needless to say, that I am not only foolish but very much reckless. But how would I have known that I shall find myself down here? Something does give me the idea that this Master is still going to find himself in a world of trouble for many more times to come. I think I can safely say that this shall be the harshest sentence which I shall ever receive. Shall I do this again? I shall take every sentence Anastasia shall ever receive.

I am ripped from my crazy rambling thoughts as I hear someone opening the thick steel doors that open the passageway to the dungeon. Soon thereafter, I can hear the clicking sounds that are clearly those of a women's stilettos. Now there is no way they shall let Anastasia down here; it must only be one other woman that I can think of.

As she turns the corner, I can see that it is no one other than Genevieve.

"Well, Genevieve, to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Morning, Sebastian. I just thought I should pop in to see how our guest of honor is doing." "Will admit that I have seen far better days. Do remind me why I bought this place again?"

"You were much ruthless back then; you have become quite..."

"Soft?"

"Was not going for that word, but guess you can say you have."

I watch as she studies my face very carefully; her blue eyes are like daggers that pierce through the depths of my very own brown eyes. She is seeking for something, something that my face is hiding and my words are not saying. After standing for several moments in silence, she speaks with a voice that is very much concerned.

"Sebastian, when last did you feed?"

"Genevieve, that should not be your concern."

"It is my concern when I am the one that has put you down here."

"You were merely doing your duties as The Council."

"Yes, it is, but it is also my duty to ensure the Master is always safe. By the looks of it, you have not fed in nearly three weeks or maybe even longer than that."

"Three weeks is about correct, but please do not worry about me; I shall be fine."

She only but grunts at me as the very last words come from my lips. I now recall why our relationship was so brief; she does get an awful lot clingy once you have shared a few intimate moments. Not that I am much different now, but in those days, I saw myself as quite a Casanova.

But it seems that she has not changed a bit as she once again makes her disapproval known for my lack of seeing the severity of the situation.

"They will have my head on a stake if anything should happen to you."

"Then what would have become of you if you sent the Master's beloved down in this very place?"

"I would have suffered the wrath of you, and by the judge of the affection you feel for this girl, I would most definitely see my head on a stake as well."

"Then do not worry yourself over me."

She mumbles something under her breath while she slowly starts to roll the long sleeve of her dark red dress. Much to my horror, she bares her wrist and steps two steps closer to me. "Please drink, Sebastian."

"I am sorry, but I shall not drink from you."

"You have done so before; just do it now. You need to feed, or else you shall die."

"Yes, I have done so before, and I shall not do it now. The only woman I shall drink from is Anastasia."

"What does this girl have that has got you so bewitched?"

"That, my dear, is none of your concern. The point is I shall not drink from you, and I shall serve this sentence as I should."

"They say that love is blind, but in your case, I say it is rather foolish."

"Genevieve, do I need to remind you who your Master is? It would do you well to remember where your place is."

"I do apologize, Master; if there is nothing that you require from me, then I shall leave now."

"No. I do not require anything from you."

...Anastasia POV...

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To say that it has not been the longest night of my life would be a clear blatant lie. We only but several hours ago discovered that Sebastian has not fed in three weeks. Now from what I have been told, he can easily go without feeding for a month. Well, I am afraid to say that after another week, he is most definitely going to start feeling the effects of a lack of blood. From what Edward has explained, you shall be extremely lucky if you come across a rat down there. I do now understand what that look of fear was on Sebastian's face. He should have said something when we said goodbye, and I could have given him what he needs now more than ever before. It is true that he drinks from me, but it is purely for the ecstasy my blood gives him, never is it his intention to feed from me.

We are all standing in the kitchen, trying to find a way how we can get Sebastian out of this. He has only got but a week and Edward says that it could possibly be even less than that; it all depends on the pureness of the blood he fed off the last time. To me, that is completely absurd, but apparently, there is a difference between blood types, and of course, there are all the hundreds of things it can be mixed with. As a doctor, I really never thought of blood in such a way until now. And surprisingly, Eva has joined us for a rare chance downstairs; she still very much hates being a Vampire, but she seems very eager to help Sebastian.

"I can go get some of the blood that they donate from the hospital."

Edward immediately stops her. "Eva, do not ever drink that; the blood always has to be warm."

"Can't one of us not ask to go visit him?" I ask Edward as he now turns to me.

"The way I know Sebastian, he would only drink from you. And I can tell you for certain that you will be the last person that Genevieve will allow him to see."

"What is the deal with her anyway?"

"She used to have a thing for Sebastian many, many years ago."

"Well, the bitch needs to keep her paws to herself and allow me to see Sebastian."

"I shall ask, but let us not put our hopes on that. We need to find another plan should this fail."

"I have the perfect idea."

Edward frowns at me as he lifts his brow. I have never seen what amazing brown eyes he has until now; they are as soft as a brown leaf that is falling through the air, so calm and yet so beautiful. But the calmness soon disappears, for his face turns serious, and so do his eyes. I know that his voice is going to be that serious too.

"Anastasia, what are you planning to do? I need not remind you not to infuriate Sebastian even more."

"I am trying to help Sebastian, not infuriate him. But I shall only be able to do it tonight."

"I beg you do not do anything foolish."

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Then out of completely nowhere, Eva jumps in to give a small piece of her mind. "Foolish is her middle name."

My first instinct is to snap back at her remark, "Don't let me start with you."

"Now, please do not start that again," Edward warns. "Can you put your problems aside and think how we can help Sebastian."

I move around the counter to go stand next to Lilith that has been standing here in silence for several hours. She is beyond terrified of what shall become of Sebastian and, in turn, become of her. Sebastian is not only like a brother to her, but more importantly, the father, which she never had. I know now more than ever, if there is one to fix this, then it shall be me.

While Edward is talking to Eva, I softly tap on Lilith's shoulder to get her attention.

"Lilith, please, can you help me?"

"Sure, Anastasia, what is the matter."

I lean in closer to softly wisher in her ear. Not only seconds later, but she also looks at me in complete shock and horror. "Anastasia, that is foolish."

"All I want to know is if you will help me."

"Let us just make it clear, if Sebastian asks, then we tell him it was your outrageous plan."

"I am safe to say that he would know that it would only be me that shall do something so stupid as this."

...Sebastian POV...

As the evening grows closer, I can safely say that I have only but got twenty-nine days left in this rotten hole. I can only but assume that it is raining outside, for the floods of water are slowly making their way inside. I fear that this place might just hold more water than I thought, and by the looks of it, I guess I shall be standing throughout the night. But that might just pose as a little problem in itself, for I have felt somewhat awful the entire day; my body has grown far too weak, far too soon.NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

I am sorry to say that what I thought was three weeks, I have recalculated, and it now very much is sadly four.

I find myself pacing the way back and forth to the door. I swear if I do this any longer, I might just start to wear out the floor. Not only that, but I am only making my body take more strain and feel worn down even more. The only constant that is racing through my mind is that I wish that I did not part with Anastasia the way I did. She shall think that I was furious at her when all I wanted to show her was how very much I was disappointed in her.

The scent of jasmine and vanilla that I have grown so fond of still lingers on my coat. I can still feel her warm arms as they were wrapped around me, those soft blue eyes that looked up to me as her lips were caressing my own. She is like a breath of fresh air that blows a wind through a plane of spring flowers on a hot summer's day. I feel like I am floating on a fluffy white cloud whenever she is around. Am I ever going to feel that again?

I once again find myself pacing to the door; I turn on my heel...

Everything goes black...