Chapter 2: Today Is Only Yesterday's Tomorrow
My name is Eric; I am a 35-year-old physician. I have, until recently been a rational man, believing only in facts, science and test results. Fantasy, speculation, superstitions and the occult have never been apart of my beliefsβ¦that is until now. I recently discovered that the tales of vampires draining the life out of helpless victims, the stuff of books and movies, are indeed true. No Anne Rice Novel, no Bram Stoker legends prepared me for the events that have changed my views of life and death.
Evanna, her image still haunted me. Day and night I see her face her body, the emerald green eyes piercing my very soul. I could not sleep. I could not eat. While at work I treated dozens of people in a small community emergency room, only to find my mind wandering to that day when fate destined me to meet the woman whose beauty I have never had seen before, nor have seen since. Had I done her tortured soul justice? Did I indeed free her from her earthly eternal bonds? Or did I imprison myself, to wallow in a sea of self-pity?
I was just winding up my shift at the ER, the graveyard shift of course, when I saw out of the corner of my eye a gurney sitting in the trauma bay, with a covered body lying lifeless. I thought it odd since no major traumas had been treated tonight. I quickly walked over wanting to see for myself, what an unannounced arrival was doing here. As I drew closer I saw blood at the region of the sternum oozing thru the white sheet, and heard a faint gasping. The body was covered head to toe, as if the poor soul had been pronounced dead and left.
I quickly called out to the person under the sheet and at the same time withdrew the bloodstained covering. As I gazed upon the body I felt a coldness overtake my body. A sharp pain filled my chest as if I were the one with the wound. I gazed in total horror, stunned, as the words that haunted me for over a year rang clearly in my ears. "Eric, are you willing?" It was her, Evanna. Her blood soaked body lie on the gurney, a hole just below her breastbone pumping bright red blood, the wound that I made, that released her soul, or so I thought.