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A Vampire Tale - Preface
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I lay on the floor, nearly unconscious and wondering when the agony would end. The male vampire that was kicking me around was obviously not done with me; he was having far too much fun. He strode over to me, a look of amusement on his face. He kneeled on the floor beside me.
He looked as if he was concentrating on me, and in his eyes I could see my reflection: a mixture of pain and terror lay on my face. I felt my eyes begin to close without my will; I tried to stay in the world, struggling to keep them open. But his power won out, and I just gave up, too tired to put up a fight. I gasped as my breathing became more and more labored. I knew I was dying, and felt a relief that it would soon be over. Then, I felt a sharp pain that felt as if it came from my heart. I thought it only to be my heart seizing to beat.
I felt my body temperature plummet, sending me into a freezing hell. Suddenly, I felt wrapped in something warm and soft. It engulfed me; I tried to open my eyes, finding that I could not. Once more, I surrendered, but this time to the Darkness itself.
I was no longer in control of my body, for I felt myself floating in a dark abyss. It surrounded me, taking control of my mind, body, and my soul. I could see, yet my eyes were closed. The Darkness wrapped around, covering me until I was concealed by a large, black paint. It started at my legs, and I gave no fight, because the energy, all that I had, went into fighting off the vampire. But since I lost that battle, I had none left.
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The thick, black, paint-like substance covered me until it went to my jaw, where it stopped. Then I felt the pain in my heart stop, and the Darkness forced its way inside of my mouth. The thing tasted horrible, making me heave. But the more I fought it, the more it forced its way in.
Then, it stopped tasting so bad, and tasted good. I tried to move my arms, to grab it, but found that they were as heavy as steel. I tried to drink in all that I could, but as suddenly as it forced its way into my mouth, it receded. I saw the Darkness start to peel away from my body, and also saw a bright light come in from another door.
I must be dead, I heard myself gasp hoarsely. I am seeing an angel in heavens light. I did not know how I said this, or where the words came from. But I saw the Darkness retreat completely, leaving nothing. I tried to cry out to it, or grab it again, but all I caught was the vampires frock coat.
The light got brighter, and I wanted so badly to shield my eyes, or to sob from its brightness, but still couldn't do a thing. The light came and covered me, almost like the Darkness itself. I felt my head lift up and get moved to somewhere higher. I finally could open my eyes, I did, and I saw a figure, surrounded by a halo of light.
I tried to move my arms, and found that I could only move one. I extended a hand towards the person. An angel I heard myself whisper it, astonished. The person gently grabbed my hand and held it tightly. Is that you Clovis?
Don't move. It said, the voice sounded familiar, and pained, to me. You're badly hurt, and if you move too much, you'll injure yourself more. Who was that voice?
Who I could only manage a single word.
She doesn't recognize you. A female voice called from across the room. And I don't think she will, with all her trauma.
I'll tell her anyways! The male voice growled, making me wince. The person stroked my hair gently. You probably don't know, but I am Donovan. Remember, your suitor?
Ah. I thought to myself. That's why you sounded vaguely familiar.
It looks like she has a broken leg bone, her femur unfortunately. A few ribs broken, punctured a lung, left arm is shattered- The female voice was cut off by a loud, tortured scream.
Then I realized that the scream came from me. At that exact moment, all my pain came back to me in a huge wave. My right leg felt on fire, I couldn't feel or move my left arm, and could hardly breathe. There was also a stabbing pain in my chest. But the worst pain of all, the one pain that I'll never forget was in my heart. It felt on fire, and then the fire burnt out.
It felt like my heart was pumping ice in my veins, it felt like my heart was turning into ice. I screamed once more, but this scream didn't sound like me, it sounded inhuman.
What's wrong? Donovan demanded the female voice, his voice somehow louder than my screams. The female voice said something, but was inaudible to me. Then she came closer to me, moving my head from side to side, looking for something.
Then she studied my mouth, for it was open from my screams that still continued. The ice was now fire, searing everything it touched, and my previous pains were all a worse fire than my blood. Kikari! What is wrong with her?! Donovan demanded.
Kikari stepped back, but then continued searching me. She found what she was looking for: a bite mark, located right above my heart. She had found the part of my corset that was ripped, and had moved it aside.
Kikari screamed. She's been bitten! At that moment, the fire had receded to a dull hotness and my stomach and my intestines felt as if they were the ones being cooked now. I arched my back and closed my eyes tightly, trying to hold back the sobs and hysteria.
Donovan moved the ripped part of my corset as well and gasped. He pushed my shoulders to the floor firmly. No Over and over again he sobbed this. I struggled against him, but this was one of those weird times that he seemed to have more strength than a normal man.
I clawed at my tight corset, begging for death. Then my finger nails and toe nails felt to be dipped in acid. I jerked my head up, to look at them, and found that my finger nails had grown to become claws. My teeth felt like they were being pulled and I used my tongue to probe them, finding them no longer being teeth, but fangs. My scalp felt like it was falling off, I reached up, only to find that my hair had come out of its tight bun and had gotten a good lot longer, collecting in Donovan's lap.
The pain increased, sending me into convulsions. Donovan held my shoulders still, and continued to cry, some of his tears hitting me in the face and hair. I closed my eyes, and found myself in the Darkness once more. I had grown still.
She's died! Donovan sobbed the words. I heard an evil chuckle. I'll get to you later. Donovan snapped. Once more I found myself floating in the ecstasy of the dark. The Darkness taking control of me once more. I longed to surrender again, if only to stay in that peace. All my pain was gone, and I was at rest. Something was pressed to my mouth. I opened my eyes, Donovan was kissing me.
He jerked up and in a strange motion, went from sitting to standing beside my vanity. I stood up, and looked at my nails, entranced by their sudden growth. I lifted my heavy skirts, to find that my legs were as bare and smooth as a newborn babies face. Donovan turned away when I lifted my skirts; I lifted them further, inspecting the rest of my leg, only to find it perfect in every way.
I put my skirts back and then moved my left arm. I left out a laugh when I found that it was fine. I reached up and touched my hair, and followed it to where it stopped below my back. I smiled again. I probed my teeth once more with my tongue, finding that my teeth were in fact fangs.
I began to get nervous. I realized that I wasn't breathing, and held my breath for what seemed to be an eternity. I started to panic as soon as I discovered that I didn't need to breathe. I ran to the mirror, only to find that I seemed to be already over there. I looked in the mirror, praising the fact that I had dozens of lamps, providing wonderful lighting.
I looked at myself, nearly weeping from what I saw. My skin was no longer its tan color, I had skin as pale as pure milk; I could almost see my veins. But I learned later that I could only see them because I was in need of a feeding. My hair was still the same color of gold, and was still wavy, but it was now down to my hips. I looked at my hands, my fingers were long and slender, my claws perfectly shaped. My mouth still had its perfectly large lips. But like the rest of my face, it looked as if the color had been drained from them. Instead of being their usual rose-red color, they were an ashen rose. My cheeks looked to be thinned out, my jaws was still large, suiting my lips perfectly. It had looked like I had aged to twenty-five, instead of being my eighteen years of age. My eyes weren't their earthly green anymore. They were a bright green, looking much too bright and luminescent. I put one of my new hands to my face, and then to the mirror, making sure it was me.
I sunk down in the chair, from surprise and sadness. I hated my new perfection. I put my face in my hands and sobbed. Kikari had come over to me. She put her slender arms around me in a loving-mother way. She stroked my wretched perfect hair.
I heard the vampire being dragged away, and I felt a fight beginning to rise in me. I uncovered my face, finding that instead of tears, I had blood running down my cheeks. Kikari grabbed my handkerchief and wiped my face with her gentle hands. Then I whirled around to face Donovan, knocking Kikari far across the room, where her head hit the stone underneath my wallpaper with a loud crack, and finally landing with a sickening thud. She didn't move from that spot, her black hair covered her entire head. I glanced at her, and found that I really didn't care. I turned my attention back to Donovan. Let him go. I commanded, my voice no longer sounding like my own, sounding colder than I ever heard it.
Donovan looked as if he'd been slapped, not being used to my new tone. Why? He demanded. He looked at the still Kikari, then back to me. He glared at the vampire he held. He had the vampire in a head-lock. The vampire that was being dragged away looked extremely happy at my intervention.
Because I grasped for words. I didn't know how to tell him about my new inexplicable knowledge. Because I didn't even know how I knew. If you kill Firean, I'll die as well. Donovan looked shocked, for reasons that I did not know.
Firean looked pleased that I knew his name. He smiled. She's right, you know. He said, his voice booming. Kill me, and the rest of the bloodline goes as well. He adjusted himself, so that he stood comfortably taller than Donovan and was out of the head lock.
I studied him, just then, really taking in what he looked like. He stood at six feet and five inches. He had a wide, barrel chest, perfectly muscular. His arms were perfectly large as well. He had a square jaw, and incredibly huge fangs that I would learn later were usually like that, unless in some other situation, they could get even larger or smaller. He had thick, black curly hair that went to his shoulders. His eyes were so black, that I couldn't see his pupils. He grinned at me, knowing what I was doing.
I went up to Donovan. Let him go. I hissed. Donovan obeyed, not used to my tone of voice. At that moment, Firean materialized at my side and wrapped one of his large arms around my waist, and ran to the window and jumped out of it. I almost screamed, thinking that we were to be crushed on the stone thirty some-odd feet below. But, somehow, Firean made us swoop, coming within five feet of the stones. We were soon sailing away from Donovan, over the ocean. The deep color of it frightened me.
You and I together, my Tahlatria. Firean smiled at the new name he gave me. He hugged me closer to him during the flight. I had no idea what he was thinking, but at that moment, I was coming up with a plan. A plan to seek revenge on the man who had been the cause of all of this and had once been my lover: Donovan.
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