There was nothing more Elijah hated than humans. He hated everything about them in fact. The way they looked at him with hope and a sinister sharpness in their eyes, as if he was he would grant them whatever they desired if they were just nice to him. He hated their greed, their brown nosing, and their vicious behaviour when they weren't given what they wanted. Most of all, he hated how they would recklessly wage war against each other for such menial matters. He had seen death and decay, scorched lands and corpses piled so high they almost touched a blackened sky. Now he had to deal with a different kind of war, less bloody and more espionage.
The 21st century was very different to the others he had lived before. He stood looking over the small village resting away from his home, small puffs of smoke rising from their chimneys. This rural and rustic landscape was his battleground now, the farmhouses acting as the barracks and the stone rustic houses were the miniature army bases. Down a steep hill a stretch of red poppies looked like a sea of blood running down to the sea. Each of the insignificant ants running around their daily lives and glancing at his abode disgusted him. Each of those pathetic beings scuttling around looking for an opening to attack their comrades or seduce him. The woman wore tight fitting and seductive clothing acting armour, and the men went to bribery for their weapon. As he gazed down at them, the steel wine glass in his hand fractured as he unintentionally gripped it harder in his cold hand.
"You're as tense as ever Eli," A seductive voice giggled behind him. Elijah ran his tongue over his teeth at the annoying voice and looked over his shoulder.
"Get out of here before I rip your head off," The almost ethereal woman scoffed at him and tossed her long golden hair over her shoulder. Her dark eyes smoldered at him with a smugness and cruelty. Even with her classic supermodel era beauty, she seemed more animalistic than a goddess.
"Awe sweetie," She sauntered over to him and ran her long french tipped fingernails down his arm, "I thought you would have forgiven me for all those centuries ago." Elijah's heart may not have moved anymore, but he could still feel himself vibrating with rage at her slimy touch. He gripped the marble of his balcony and his goblet to suppress his growing rage. The goblet shattered, the red wine dripping down his hands while the marble cracked. A chunk of the railing crumbled under his touch. Marie jumped and stepped back abruptly to his display of anger. Even though the balcony railing was about to collapse under his titan grip his rage was not subsiding. It radiated off of him like a heat wave, and his vision began to flicker with blood red rage. Seeing that venomous wretch causes this reaction in him every single time, and he had to press his sharp fingernails in his thigh to stop himself from flying into a murderous rampage.
"Miss Marie, I told you that zio would not be happy to see you." The charming and thick Italian voice rang over his growing wrath, calming down the storm just even a little. Elijah's eyes zoned back onto the field of poppies, taking deep breaths in and out to regain some sort of sanity. It got to the point where the redness of the fields camouflage the redness of his rage.
"Calm down zio, I'll get her to leave." Elijah felt the soft hand of his nephew Luca press into the small of his back. Elijah could not help the sudden and monstrous roar that ripped from his throat as he whipped around and gnashed his teeth at the sudden touch. Luca remained standing there, gripping his uncles back fiercely but he had a soft smile. Marie scowled and crossed his arms as Luca kept Elijah's eye contact. His breath became rough and laboured as his teeth retracted and he grabbed Luca's silk dress shirt to stabilize himself, the thundering sound of his blood somehow rushing to his ears running through him. His eyes shakily shot over to that damned devil and she grinned at him triumphically. She knew she could still affect him in such a volatile way, even after five hundred years. Luca turned his head around, his chestnut hair streaked with sunlight curling around his eyes a bit. His eyes radiated as much hate as Elijah's now blood red and blown out ones. The marble room seemed to cool down by several degrees at the two mens frigid gaze.
"Diavola, I think it's time for you to go. Perhaps you should try to reconnect in another five hundred years."' Marie sneered at the smaller man's coarse words. She then gave a crooked smile and spun off the red and gold Persian rug.
"I still remember when you used to run around my legs and call me tio," She walked over to the door with the heels she wore clicking against the floor, "I betrayed you once Elijah, but all women will. You cannot expect to be in your position and not have everyone thrown themselves at you for eternity." Her words hurt more than a steel spike tearing into his heart. With a final coy and cruel smile she flickered and then disappeared. Elijah released his grip on the railing before realizing he just had a handful of dust in his hand. He began to shake as his legs felt like cement.
"Zio, are you okay? Don't listen to that woman," Luca lowered him down to the floor before he collapsed there himself.
"I hate this world. I want these insignificant ants to burn. I want to tear them all apart." Luca just looked at his sulking uncle, who just dropped his head into his hands.
"Tell me Luca, what is the point of living in a world where people just want to use you and then leave?" This time he fell silent. The sunlight began to fall quickly as the two men just sat down next to each other for a bit. Elijah felt like his sanity slipping away every time he looked out the window, saw one of his maids or that damned wench who showed up every once in a while. In four millennia only a handful of things made him happy, whether it be a lover who eventually leaves or deceives or his stagnant family like Luca. Even then he felt like his heart was an empty void, and for once he just wanted something to fill it. Just as that thought crossed his mind into twilight, Luca grabbed his knee and grabbed it.
"I have some business in Toronto this week. I wanted to go to a seminar on Duchenne Muscular Dystrophy treatment," Elijah just scowled at the boy but he was grinning wildly. His skin crawled at the thought of walking amongst people freely like rabid dogs.
"Not everyone is as bad as you think." Luca elbowed his uncle's side and shook his strong knee. Elijah just rolled his head back and stared at the starry sky. There was nothing more that Elijah hated more than humans. Except maybe the woman he turned, and his broken heart.