I Will See You Tonight
The Change
Everything happened to fast.
Someone drags me away from my guard, muffling my screams with his grimy hand. He forces his hand between me legs, the tears pressurizing behind my eyes. I shake my head, begging, pleading for him to release me. His eyes narrow and then he is gone, the wind brushing my cheeks as he’s torn away. “That’s no way to treat a lady,” a deep, raspy voice sounds and I look up to the shadow that saved me.
He slips his hand under mine and brings me to my feet, assisting in dusting off the dirt from my gown. “Thank you, kind sir,” I mumble, bowing my head graciously. I may be a noblewoman but I know where I stand with men. I am inferior.
He tilts my head up, his frozen, soft finger against my skin. “Malady,” he whispers, his hypnotizing hazel eyes burning into mine. “Why are you alone?” His voice is soft, as soft as his hand when it slips away.
“I was torn away from my guard,” I confess, dropping my eyes back to my crimson footwear. “How may I repay for you kindness?”
He chuckles and I look up to him, watching as his pale cheeks sink in to reveal two dimples. “Malady, I doubt there is something you can offer me that I don’t already obtain,” I solemnly nod, looking up his body and the lengthy black robe around his broad shoulders.
“I am a connected woman, sir. If it’s money, power, slaves you seek, I can provide,” I do my best to persuade him. I do not want to end up in debt with a stranger. He shakes his head, his smile soft as his eyes take in every inch of my frame. “Women?”
He freezes, his eyes one mine as his lips tweak, lifting at the corners as his smile widens. “Are you offering me yourself, malady?” He purrs, his fingers reaching my cheek and dragging the air from my lungs. I cannot reply. His other hand rests above my head and his lips, so round, barely meet mine before he pulls away. “Well?”
I take in a shaky breath, my hands fisted by my sides. “I-I’m promised to someone,” I stutter, cringing as his melodic chuckle sounds through his lips.
“As was I, malady,” he purrs again, shifting his head as he buries himself in my hair, inhaling. “But we have an understanding. Are you offering yourself to me?”
I feel the heat in my cheek as his lips dust against my throat, my heart rapidly beating through my veins. “If that is what you desire,” my voice is weak, my breathing halting as his fingers tug at my hair, tilting my head to the side.
He snarls, my eyes going wide, my voice lost as two sharp points rip through my flesh. He gargles, smirking against my skin as the blood from my body drains into his mouth. He moans against my skin as I fall limp, his large arm snaking around my waist to keep me up-right. He pulls away, his eyes crimson, glowing with greed, lust. I roll my head, my vision blurred as I watch him lick the drops of blood sneaking down his lips. He presses himself into me, pinning me further against the wall.
I can barely feel my heartbeat; my breathing is slow, lost as I watch him drag his talon across his thumb, drawing his own blood. It’s like black mass and my heart stops as he presses it against my wounds.
Memories flood my mind. Only, they’re not my own. I watch as this stranger’s entire life is played out through his blood. I feel every emotion he’s ever felt and watch as he marries the woman he loves and their first time.
Stranger’s Memory
It snarls, it's eyes glowing as it bares it's fangs of a threat before it leaps, it's talons tearing into my skin. I've been in battle many times in my twenty-six years of life and not once have I ever faced a creature such as this. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I thrust my sword forward, barely piercing it’s arm.
It flies over my head, sweeping my legs out from underneath me and knocking me to the ground. I groan, gasping from my lack of oxygen. The creature crawls over me and I barely manage to lift my sword, slicing the flesh over it's leg as it presses into me. It hisses, saliva dripping from its face as it holds me against the dirt. Curse me and my knight-in-shining-armor character.
“You are powerful,” it’s voice is low, sinister, it's dark eyes wide. It snarls again, throwing it's head to my neck, it's fangs tearing through my flesh. I thrash beneath it in horror.
End
And that’s all I remember before waking up.
I’m cold.
And on fire.
Beads of sweat glide down my body, soaking my hair and the robes I'm wearing that are now torn. I scream, thrashing around, and ignoring the pain as I hit the walls. I can feel everything. My nails are growing so rapidly pain shoots through my hands. My face aches at the feeling of my jaw completely rearranging, my teeth taking a new, suitable mould.
This is not what I had in mind as repayment.
I jerk my head back, watching as droplets fly from my tangled, raven locks. My nails sink into the wood of the door, the thing on the other side pushing against it to prove he it is more tenacious then I. I shriek, pounding against the wood, forcing shards to fly away as I tear it apart.
Where has this unknown force come from?
“Sleep,” it commands, thrusting against the door and forcing me across the room. “It will be over by nightfall,” my vocal chords tear further as I roar, writhing, my body curling over, quivering, convulsing trying to fight the sickness coursing through my veins.
My talons tear through the robes around me. I need to cool off. I'm suffocating. Spit flies from my lips as I hiss, taking a stiff breath as pain executes my body, rendering me motionless. I can barely hear him sigh as he slides down the wood, his talons slipping through the small gap from the floor to door. “I’m Prince Matthew Charles Sanders, and you are?”
Is he serious? He's taken me hostage and puts me through such a tremendous amount of torture and expects me to be civil? “Lady Elizabeth Peyton Williams,” I mumble, my voice strained, hoarse.
“From now on,” he begins, and just barely over my jagged breaths, I hear him shuffle against the door. “You are Peyton Elizabeth Sanders,” my baffled expression meets the door, my talons inching into the hard stone floor beneath me.
That was the night I became his. I became a member of his dysfunctional, fucked up family. I became his daughter, his new-born vampire child and lover.
Someone drags me away from my guard, muffling my screams with his grimy hand. He forces his hand between me legs, the tears pressurizing behind my eyes. I shake my head, begging, pleading for him to release me. His eyes narrow and then he is gone, the wind brushing my cheeks as he’s torn away. “That’s no way to treat a lady,” a deep, raspy voice sounds and I look up to the shadow that saved me.
He slips his hand under mine and brings me to my feet, assisting in dusting off the dirt from my gown. “Thank you, kind sir,” I mumble, bowing my head graciously. I may be a noblewoman but I know where I stand with men. I am inferior.
He tilts my head up, his frozen, soft finger against my skin. “Malady,” he whispers, his hypnotizing hazel eyes burning into mine. “Why are you alone?” His voice is soft, as soft as his hand when it slips away.
“I was torn away from my guard,” I confess, dropping my eyes back to my crimson footwear. “How may I repay for you kindness?”
He chuckles and I look up to him, watching as his pale cheeks sink in to reveal two dimples. “Malady, I doubt there is something you can offer me that I don’t already obtain,” I solemnly nod, looking up his body and the lengthy black robe around his broad shoulders.
“I am a connected woman, sir. If it’s money, power, slaves you seek, I can provide,” I do my best to persuade him. I do not want to end up in debt with a stranger. He shakes his head, his smile soft as his eyes take in every inch of my frame. “Women?”
He freezes, his eyes one mine as his lips tweak, lifting at the corners as his smile widens. “Are you offering me yourself, malady?” He purrs, his fingers reaching my cheek and dragging the air from my lungs. I cannot reply. His other hand rests above my head and his lips, so round, barely meet mine before he pulls away. “Well?”
I take in a shaky breath, my hands fisted by my sides. “I-I’m promised to someone,” I stutter, cringing as his melodic chuckle sounds through his lips.
“As was I, malady,” he purrs again, shifting his head as he buries himself in my hair, inhaling. “But we have an understanding. Are you offering yourself to me?”
I feel the heat in my cheek as his lips dust against my throat, my heart rapidly beating through my veins. “If that is what you desire,” my voice is weak, my breathing halting as his fingers tug at my hair, tilting my head to the side.
He snarls, my eyes going wide, my voice lost as two sharp points rip through my flesh. He gargles, smirking against my skin as the blood from my body drains into his mouth. He moans against my skin as I fall limp, his large arm snaking around my waist to keep me up-right. He pulls away, his eyes crimson, glowing with greed, lust. I roll my head, my vision blurred as I watch him lick the drops of blood sneaking down his lips. He presses himself into me, pinning me further against the wall.
I can barely feel my heartbeat; my breathing is slow, lost as I watch him drag his talon across his thumb, drawing his own blood. It’s like black mass and my heart stops as he presses it against my wounds.
Memories flood my mind. Only, they’re not my own. I watch as this stranger’s entire life is played out through his blood. I feel every emotion he’s ever felt and watch as he marries the woman he loves and their first time.
Stranger’s Memory
It snarls, it's eyes glowing as it bares it's fangs of a threat before it leaps, it's talons tearing into my skin. I've been in battle many times in my twenty-six years of life and not once have I ever faced a creature such as this. Adrenaline pumps through my veins as I thrust my sword forward, barely piercing it’s arm.
It flies over my head, sweeping my legs out from underneath me and knocking me to the ground. I groan, gasping from my lack of oxygen. The creature crawls over me and I barely manage to lift my sword, slicing the flesh over it's leg as it presses into me. It hisses, saliva dripping from its face as it holds me against the dirt. Curse me and my knight-in-shining-armor character.
“You are powerful,” it’s voice is low, sinister, it's dark eyes wide. It snarls again, throwing it's head to my neck, it's fangs tearing through my flesh. I thrash beneath it in horror.
End
And that’s all I remember before waking up.
I’m cold.
And on fire.
Beads of sweat glide down my body, soaking my hair and the robes I'm wearing that are now torn. I scream, thrashing around, and ignoring the pain as I hit the walls. I can feel everything. My nails are growing so rapidly pain shoots through my hands. My face aches at the feeling of my jaw completely rearranging, my teeth taking a new, suitable mould.
This is not what I had in mind as repayment.
I jerk my head back, watching as droplets fly from my tangled, raven locks. My nails sink into the wood of the door, the thing on the other side pushing against it to prove he it is more tenacious then I. I shriek, pounding against the wood, forcing shards to fly away as I tear it apart.
Where has this unknown force come from?
“Sleep,” it commands, thrusting against the door and forcing me across the room. “It will be over by nightfall,” my vocal chords tear further as I roar, writhing, my body curling over, quivering, convulsing trying to fight the sickness coursing through my veins.
My talons tear through the robes around me. I need to cool off. I'm suffocating. Spit flies from my lips as I hiss, taking a stiff breath as pain executes my body, rendering me motionless. I can barely hear him sigh as he slides down the wood, his talons slipping through the small gap from the floor to door. “I’m Prince Matthew Charles Sanders, and you are?”
Is he serious? He's taken me hostage and puts me through such a tremendous amount of torture and expects me to be civil? “Lady Elizabeth Peyton Williams,” I mumble, my voice strained, hoarse.
“From now on,” he begins, and just barely over my jagged breaths, I hear him shuffle against the door. “You are Peyton Elizabeth Sanders,” my baffled expression meets the door, my talons inching into the hard stone floor beneath me.
That was the night I became his. I became a member of his dysfunctional, fucked up family. I became his daughter, his new-born vampire child and lover.
I haven't forgotten. I've just got a lot of priorities that I'm trying to work around. Don't worry, this story is still bubbling away in my mind :)
8/23/13