An Infernal Love

Mortensen Castle, November 17th 1798, Journal of Dr David Wenham


4p.m.

I cannot believe how one week could change my life so much. I have just woken again even though after everything that happened today I still long for some rest.
I woke late this morn and sat up, finding Sir Mortensen – Viggo as I call him now – sleepingbeside me. My heart missed a beat as the memories of last night, of what I did returned.

In that moment there was no turning back anymore. I had not only lost my body and soul to Viggo but also my heart. Had lost all of me to the one person I should never have been able to love. How can a devil, the devil be lovable?

Strangely enough he is still asleep despite his claims that he does not need as much rest as humans do. So many things happened todaay and they only showed me how much I already love him and that I was just afraid to admit it. I am glad that our rest has not been distured but I am still afraid that Ian might return.
But I am mixing things up again, I should rather try to keep track of them.

I awaoke halfway into the morning, tired and with my body still tingling with memories. I know I flushed as I recalled every thing that had happened on the evening before and glanced at Viggo, who was sleeping beside me, lying on his stomach with his head resting on his left arm and the right curled around the pillow. Damp tendrils of tousled blond hair clung to his forehead and I swear he was snoring slightly.
Everything seemed so tranquil and perfect that moment that I wished it would never end, never leave me to think about what I had done. I had given myself to Viggo. Absolutely and with no chance of going back ever again. And I had not even tried to resist as he stole my heart, a small voice in my head keeps on telling me. Instead I had willingly offered myself to him, had hungered for his kiss and greedily taken all the pleasures he had offered me without thinking of what would happen afterwards.
How would he react when waking in my bed? And what would he say? Or had he just played with me and things would go back to how they were before yesterday now that he had had me? These were the thoughts that drifted through my mind as I watched him sleeping.

“You know that such a thing won’t happen,” Viggo said suddenly, yawning as he pushed himself up on his elbows, “I meant everything I said and did yesterday.”
”How can you know what I was thinking?”
“I…” he made an odd pause, “Can… sense your thoughts. And it’s not difficult to guess them considering the situation we are in.”
“Oh, right.” I stammered, hating the way my cheeks and my ears heated. Viggo laughed softly and tenderly kissed me. Confused I stared at him.
“You’re quite fetching when you blus,” he explained. Considering the way he grinned at me I must have blushed even more strongly. I was caught in wonder and amazement as I stared into his eyes. He was sitting so close that our foreheads almost touched and I could feel each and every one of his breaths ghost over my skin.
“Viggo?” I mumbled.
“Yes?” He bent his head, softly kissing my throat.
“What now?”
“I might just be able to think of something…” he whispered with a wicked grin, showering me with kisses.

The ecstasy of feeling his lips travelleing over my body once more blew my mind. Devil or not, a man so tender and considerate cannot be evil. I was unable to say anything, unable to think as he ignited my passion once more.

“Please…” I moaned, arching against him and pushing the blanket off the bed.
“Sssh..:” Viggo whispered as his lips found mine again, sealing them in a simmering kiss, “I need you to relax.”
I groaned instead of answering, desperately kissing him back. I could not explain how or why but I needed him. More than anything else.
“Trust me,” Viggo said against my lips before kissing my left nipple, gently sucking and tugging at it with his teeth. Waves of pleasure spiralled through my body as he bestowed the same tender affection on my other nippled.
“Viggo..:” I was unable to keep myself upright any longer and collapsed onto the mattress, staring up inot Viggo’s passion-clouded eyes.
“Do you trust me?” he asked, his fingers resting on my thigh, just a few frustrating centimetres away from my pulsing need.
“I do,” I gasped, “I truly, madly, deeply do.” I did not care what might happen next, what other people might say, I only wanted him to kiss me again.
Viggo grinned, slowlx kissing me again as his hand curled around my length, stroking it in time with his tongue’s movements around mine. I did not last long and after a few thrusts spilled myself into his hands.
“Love you,” I mumbled before I could think about what I was saying.
“Love you, too.” Viggo smiled, slowly licking me ckean. Suddenly I blushed again as I noticed the state he was in.
“Oh,” I mumbled embarassedly, “You’re still…”
“Viggo silenced me with a kiss, leaving me panting once more. “Do you trust me?” he asked again.
“Yes,” I gasped, reaching out to pull him down onto me and arching against his erection. He nodded, a thoughtful look in his eyes.
“Would you turn around for me?” he asked, holding his breath as I did not answer for some seconds. I turned, my eyes locked into his for as long as possible, having no more than a vague idead of what would follow.
I shuddered as Viggo kissed his way down my back while at the same time conjuring up something on the nightstand and reaching for it. I tensed as I felt his fingers probing my entrance.
“Relax….” He whispered again, pressing butterfly kisses onto my neck and shoulders, “I won’t hurt you.”

I gasped at the sudden discomfort of feeling his fingers within me, probing, stretching but the he brushed a spot inside of ,e I had not known I possessed and all I could do was scream out as pleasure suddenly spiralled through my body, a pleasure more intense than anything I had ever felt before.
“Viggo…” I moaned, arching back and impaling myself on his fingers, wanting more of this, “Need you…”
“Soon,” he whispered and I could almost hear his grin as he continued to stretch me; the sensation of his fingers moving within me making me hard again.
Suddenly he stopped and I gave an unvoluntary moan of protest at the loss of contact. I turned my head, returning his worried sea green stare.
“Are you sure?” he asked, “We don’t have to if you’d rather…”
“No…” I pleaded, arching back against him, “I’m sure… please do…”
He nodded and shivers of desire rushed through me as I felt his hardened member nudging my entrance. He hesitated another moment while I forced myself not to plead with him again. Suddenly, with one swift move he was within me, filling me completely and brushing my spot with almost every thrust as he moved.
None of us lasted long and I gave another yelp as I felt him come within me, the warmth flooding me and the friction of the blanket against my hardened flesh sending me over the edge once more.
Panting Viggo collapsed on top of me, pulling out bur his comfortable weight still pinning me down to the bed as we fell asleep again.

I do not know how long we slept but as I awoke the grandfather clock claimed that it was almost midday. Viggo was lying next to me, wide awake and studying me with a somewhat shy but nevertheless sated grin on his face.
I could not help it, I grinned right back at him, wondering of he knew how cute his dimples looked. Funny I never noticed them before. He leaned in to kiss my and in tthat moment I lost my heart all over again.
“You know that there is still something I – we – have to do,” he said unwillingly. I nodded.
“Will you stand by me?”
“Always,” I whispered, “For as long as I’ll live.”
He did not answer but instead kissed me again, so longingly that I almost felt like crying.

Without another word we got up and dressed ourselves, relishing in what little time we had. Silently I followed him to what he referred to as his study but what actually seemed to be more of an alchimist’s dream. He only spoke to me to tell me which things to get from the shelves while he concocted some sort of potion.

The room was big and since it was in the cellar without any windows, only illuminated by torches and candles. In every other castle this would have been the room where the servants gathered; a room filled with chat and laughter, the commanding voice of the head valet or a housekeeper and the shuffling of busy feet, but here the room was filled by two long, wooden tables in the middle of the room and shelves and cupboards on the walls.
The tables in turn were filled by strange machines and things, all made from glass or crystal. I saw pipes, bottles, a device for destilling things and even more things for which I had – and still have – no name.
I do not recall mayn of the things which I saw on the shelves but they were mostly in jars and small bags, all of them clearly labeled. I remember seeing sign ttat said things like batears, cat-tongues and crocodile eyes but there also were labels with gold, sulfur, parafin and a whole shelf with only dried leaves and herbs.

I do not know what exactly he did but he used a lot of ingredients I would rather not remember and even some of Ian’s blood. In the end Viggo held up two small vials, both filled with the same dark violet liquid. Solemnly he handed one of them to me.
“This is the strongest potion I know,” he said, “If this doesn’t kill or destroy Oan then I am unable to do it.”
”But how can that be?” I protested. “You can just take him to hell! You’re…”
“No,” he shook his head, “There are rules, even for me. My stronger powers only work with humans and Ian is something new, something different.”
“And you don’t know how strong he is, how much power he wields,” I whispered, sensing what he was loath to say.
He nodded, albeit reluctantly. Looking up he stared at me intently for another few minutes before he asked again. “Are you sure that you really want to go through this with me? We have no way of knowing how strong Ian really is and you are mortal after all…”
“I made my choice,” I said firmly, “I shall stand by you.”

Slowly we walked up the long winding stairs and through the cold and lifeless corridors. On the stairs I followed him but whenever possible I walked beside him, silently assuring him of my support. All too quickly we were standing in front of Ian’s barred door, unwilling t go on when suddenly a thought entered my head.
“What do we need two potions for?”
Viggo released a pained breath, clearly hesitating to answer my question.
“Viggo?” I looked at him but he looked away. “Viggo?”
“The girl. She’s just like Ian, he made her become like he is, she is dangerous, too, we have to…” he rambled on.
“Viggo!” I exclaimed, “You want to kill the girl?”
“We have to, David. If we do not, she will roam the earth, drinking the blood of others, killing them and turning them into vampires, blood drinkers.”
“But Viggo…” I was so shocked that I did not know what to say. I had seen what the girl had become but I had never thought abut the possibility of her being a threat to anyone. I had thoght of her as a girl, a mere child but then and there I noticed that I had been wrong.
She was no mere child any longer, she was something else, brought into being by Ian and his black magic.
“There is no other way, David,” Viggo whispered, “Many futures are possible and the ways that lead to them are mostly shrouded in mist. My knowledge of the future is limited at best, but this I know. If we do not kill her, she’ll become a terrible menace to all of humanity.”
“I understand,” I whispered, and truly I did, “But I don’t think I can stand such a thing.”
“Then I shall do that while you take care of Ian.”

We waited for some more seconds and then looked at each other and Viggo slowly opened the door. Silently the wood slid aside, centimeter for centimeter the room was revealed, a depressing cave of almost nocturnal gloom.
“But what if…” I started to whisper but Viggo shushed me almost immediately. A strange sight greeted us as we finally stepped inside. Every piece of furniture had been taken from the rooom. It was impossible. The windows were nailed shut and the door had been locked all the time.
The secret way to the adjoining chamber was open but there was no way to escape in there either. The furniture seemed to have evaporated.
In the middle of the small room stood the girl, still dressed in her night gown, which was sullied with blood on the hem. Bare white feet padded softly on the dark stone floow as she took a step towards us, blond locks framing a pale face with a mysterious smile on blood red lips and eyes that sparkled like gems.
“Welcome to my father’s lair,” she said, her voice strangely empty as though it was not she but some other force which made her lips form these words. She sounded more dead than my father had when he had been coughing and whispering on his deathbed. Shudders raced down my spine as she stepped even closer, continuing her strange speech.
“unfortunately my lord and father is somewhat disinclined to deal with you right now,” she said, a false smile plastered to her lips, “But to my delight,” ahe paused and for just a few seconds her smile became warm, “He has entrusted me with taking care of you two.”

I stood transfixed, glued to the spot by the horror I felt as she opened her arms and took the next few steps towards Viggo. He stared at her as if in a trance, the elixir that was meant to kill her almost slipping from his fingers.
“I know you want me,” she taunted him, “And youo shall have me as soon as I have had the last drop of your blood!”
With these words she flew at hm, her fingers stretched out like claws and her canine teeth – her fangs – bared and ready to break through his skin and into his jugular vein. Just a few seconds more…
“No!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, throwing the vial at her before I had time to think. Everything seemed to happen in slow motion. The vial burst as it collided with her, flames sprang up, enveloping her and she staggered backwards, her face twisted into a raging mask of pure agony. A keening wail broke from her lips as she threw herself against the wall in a vain attempt of smothering the fire.
A pile of ashes was all that was left of her.

For some time Viggo and I stared first at the still smoking ashes and then at each other as chaos returned to the room once more. A scream assaulted my ears as Ian seemd to appear out of nowhere, his blue eyes fattened with blood and shimmering in the unnatural twilight. T my utter surprise the first thing I noticed was that he had put on some weight since I last saw him.
He pushed me easily aside, throwing me against the wall without any apparent effort and reached for Viggo.
“You killed her!” he screamed again and again, “You killed her!”
A terrible pain cut through my left side as I hit the wall and the last things I remember seeing are Viggo pressing the potion against ian, the vial exploding as thoug by magic, flames enveloping Ian, Ian jumping against the shutters of the window again and again, screaming, always screaming in a way only something totally unhuman can, Ian crushing through the wooden shutters, falling out of the window in a swirl of flames, and then everything around me went black.
I heard and saw nothing and yet I heard and felt what was happening around me. I felt that Viggo lifted me into his arms and told me that my ribs appeared to be damaged but did not seem to be broken. I felt him carry me out of the room and through the castle.

I fell asleep almost at once when he finally put me down on the bed and I have slept till I woke and started this entry but taking note of what happened today ways very taxing for me and I wish to sleep again even though my stomach demands food.
I hope Viggo will be with me soon. I need to know that Ian is dead, truly dead, as dead as the child he corrupted, and that he will never be a threat again.

I know what is contained in my journal is heresy of the worts kind in the eyes of most people but only a few facts matter for my life right now.
1. I am alive and quite well.
2. I love Viggo, no matter who or what he may be.
3. I absolutely refuse to give uup this love for anything or anyone.
That is all I know right now and my mind shall not be changed on this matter. But I have to rest again, writing this has tired me, the pain in my ribs returned and I need to lie down again.

I have to be ready at all time, for no matter what I hope, I shall not allow myself to think that Ian is dead before I have seen what is left of him.