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My Last Dawn
I felt a lump rise in my throat as I walked through my favorite field. A cool fall breeze floated through the valley gently kissing my skin. The field itself was covered in tall green and yellow grass with late blooming wildflowers popping up in every unclaimed portion of earth. Watching the sunrise from here was enough to melt even the coldest of hearts. I choked down the fist sized lump in my throat, closed my now glistening sapphire eyes, and held my arms straight out from my sides, fingers spread wide. I took as many deep breaths as I needed to keep me from crying out. I knew this would probably be my last sunrise and I wasn't going to waste it crying. It would only blur my vision and I wanted to take in every second I could. It was partly cloudy, but that's just how I like my sunrises, the clouds make the colors more vibrant and striking. In those few seconds just before sunrise you can almost feel the earth prepare itself for the marvelous spectacle that is about to occur. The moment just before the sun peaks over the distant horizon, time seems to stop. For just a moment, the earth holds her breath. Standing there, watching the extraordinary phenomenon, I couldn't help but hold my breath with it. As the sun broke though I exhaled, and I started to reflect on what I was about to do.
I could lose everything if I failed. But I would lose so much more if I did nothing. He had to be stopped. In the grand scheme it wasn't just my family he was threatening. Thousands would die, maybe more I didn’t know, but they would die. Slowly, ferociously, and without remorse. Thinking about it just brought a sickening knot back into my throat. I forced it away and focused once more on the rising sun. The colors seemed to explode from it, hitting the clouds, then sending beams of deep violet, pastel orange, wild pink, azure blue, and every other combination imaginable as they mixed together in the sky like a child's finger-painting project. It was several minutes before I realized I was crying. I didn't want to give this up! It wasn't fair that this was burden rested on me to fix! I was no hero; give the task to someone else, someone more qualified. Someone willing. Unfortunately, I was the one with the information that monster needed. I scoffed inwardly at the situation I had gotten myself dragged into. The Fates or God or whoever is watching--if anyone—must have decided to play some cruel joke on mankind, and I'm the one that drew the short stick. Figures.
Of course there was a slim chance that I would survive, but I'm sure the odds were better that I'd win the lottery at the exact moment I was struck by lightning and attacked by a shark. He's a vampire for cripe’s sake! A centuries old one at that! In a mortal vs. vampire fight it’s not even in the realm of being fair. He wanted Richard because he has the ability to manipulate people en masse. I was the only one who knew where he was. This was a good thing, until Atonal found out about my family. That’s the thing about bad guys, they play dirty. They find what will really get to you. That one thing that will make you bend to their will, and then when they get what they want, you usually die anyway. I hate bad guys, they have in one form or another destroyed or threatened to destroy everything and everyone I hold dear unless I give up Richard’s hiding place. How can I do that though? I love him. I love him more than I ever dared to hope was possible. As ironic as it sounded, even to me, he brought light and life back to my once dreary existence. Yet I cannot just stand idly by and watch a monster slaughter my everyone I love before my eyes! I had to warn my family. Today. I had to get them out of the house before they got mixed up in this. So far they knew nothing of what was going on, but unfortunately that had to change. At least to a certain degree, I saw no point in filling them in on the entirety of my circumstances. But even if (when!) I got them out, where would I hide them that they couldn’t be found out eventually? I’d figure that out later. First, I had to get to my family before Atonal did, and since it was daybreak, I’m pretty sure this was my one and only opportunity to do it.
I could feel my worries and apprehensions slowly nibbling away at my determination. I sighed. It was now or never time I suppose. I looked up at the sunrise one last time, letting the rays of the morning soak into my skin, and then slowly, painfully, I turned around and walked away.
As soon as I saw the house I knew I was too late. The decretive glass on the front door was shattered, the jewel colored pieces scattered the entryway. I had taken no more than three steps into the house when I was grabbed from behind, a soaked rag with a hideous stench was forced over my nose and mouth. I had just enough time to see my parents lying bloody on the floor with my brother tied up in a chair next to them before blackness took over.
Then there was nothing for a long time.
I awoke to the hideous face of Atonal. To be honest he really wasn’t hideous at all, to some I’m sure he was actually quite beautiful. Unlucky for him that I think it’s what is inside a person that counts. And inside this man was a monster from the darkest pit of Hell. His long silky black hair fell down around his face as he looked down at me. I was, as I had just come to notice, chained to the ground in the backyard of my house. Stupid screw-into-the-ground dog chains. I thought, once I noticed where I was. I knew these would kill me someday, only I thought it would be because I’d trip over them and impale myself…Atonal smiled at me as he would a small annoying child who’d just done something silly.
"Gotcha." He goaded, but in the same tone an old person would have used to say "’sup dwag’?" it just didn’t quite fit his personality or mannerisms. Regardless of my current position I had to hold back a snort. He sounded ridiculous! But who was I to say anything; he did, after all, have me. "I must say I was looking forward to a longer and more intriguing game of cat and mouse with you Makenna. From what I am told, you were rather easy to catch." I was a little amused to see that he actually seemed mildly upset about this.
"I am so sorry to disappoint you Al," I mocked with obvious falseness,
"but if it makes you feel any better I’m not exactly happy with the way this turned out either." I lifted my hands as far as they would go (which was only about an inch and a half) as proof. "Being chained to the ground like a dog wasn’t in my game plan for tonight." His nose ruffled as though he smelled something rotting when he heard the nickname. Of all the things that were going to happen tonight, and all the horrible things I said to him on previous occasions, he chose to get offended at my choice of nickname? Really?
"My name," he stated firmly, "is Atonal, and you will not address me in any other fashion." His eyes bored into mine. I could feel his mind pulling at me forcing me to continue the eye contact, rage flared through his eyes like a finely stoked flame. All at once I felt as though my insides were on fire. Molten hot lava had just been poured all throughout my body by a mere glace. I could feel my back arch, my hands clenched into fists and my eyes rolled back into my head. But before I could even make myself scream it was over. For some stupid reason I had let myself forget who he was—what he was—well, there was no way I was forgetting it now. I was about to die, I knew it; I could see it shining in his black deep set eyes. They were now flaming pits of, what I’m sure is pure evil. His usually chocolate brown eyes had sparked red His full lips curved into a cruel sneer as he saw the realization dawn in my eyes. He was a vampire so he could make this pleasant if he wanted to, but I wasn’t about to fool myself. He was going to drain me. Painfully. Force the information from my mind as he fed savagely from my body. And he would use none of his glamour to ease the pain. Although he could still get the information from my mind if he did, he wouldn’t gain as much power from the kill if he rolled my mind. No. He wanted this to hurt. We had made this personal when Richard killed this creature’s mate. So in his eyes, he was repaying him back in kind. He knelt beside me to my left, and slowly, achingly so, he placed his right arm behind my neck. He was soaking in my fear, bathing in it. I could feel it, he was feeding off my terror, and there was not a damn thing I could do about it.
"Goodbye my dear," He whispered softly, "I’m glad I finally got you." I felt him breathe me in from my ear to the base of my neck, smelling the hot, sweet blood flowing through my arteries, thrumming just under that thin outer layer of my flesh. Gently, he placed a kiss at the hollow of my throat.
He struck
My body exploded again, but the fire was so intense! I could feel my eyes, my hands, my feet, my throat, all burning! I could hear someone screaming from far away and it took a minute to realize it was me. I couldn’t breathe! Couldn’t see! I tried to suck in a breath but it was like raking fiery coals across my lungs. I was dying! All the while I could see flashes of memory flicker behind my eyes, my mother taking pictures, smiling sweetly behind her camera. Daddy teaching me to drive for the first time, my little brother crashing my slumber parties. The edges of all these memories were being consumed in flames. Then I saw memories that weren’t mine. A woman with jet black hair, and beautiful black eyes that shined like jewels. She was smiling sweetly at me. The next vision flashed before me, covered in flame. She was lying on her back on a golden alter. Screaming, writhing in pain. She was covered in scarlet, blood streamed from her eyes, mouth and chest. It seeped into her clothes, staining her skin and matting her once beautiful hair. She was being sacrificed! She had only been his wife six months. These were his memories! Atonal watched her body as it lay twitching on the alter. Dead. Her heart removed as a sacrifice to gods she had never worshiped. He watched as uncaring hands carelessly grabbed his beloved wife’s body and thrust it down the already bloody steps. Watched it as it tumbled broke and tore apart on its way down. Gone forever.
Suddenly the fire stopped.
I was in a sea of blackness. I could feel myself floating in nothingness. I couldn’t feel my body, but for some reason that didn’t bother me. I was totally detached but yet not. I wondered if this was what being dead was. It seemed rather boring to be honest, maybe I wasn’t dead yet. I looked around for a light. There was supposed to be a light or something right? Maybe a tunnel? Instead, out of the blackness I heard a voice. It sounded like an angel.
"Makenna…" it whispered "Makenna open your eyes for me please" it was an angel. My angel. It was Richard! Where was he? Did we get to stay in the bleak darkness together? It wouldn’t be so bad if he was with me.
"Richard?" I breathed, my voice sounded unsteady and far away, "Richard I think I may be dying…" I started floating deeper into the dark.
"NO!" I heard him shout. "NO! Makenna Dawn you will not die! You hear me! I won’t let you!"
"I don’t think I can help it Richard, but if it makes you feel better I don’t really feel anything…" I could feel cool hands on my face, I take that back maybe I can feel something, I thought. I stopped floating and for just a moment I came back to myself. I tried to open my eyes, but they were so heavy! Like cement bricks were holding them closed. I forced them open just enough to see my hero. Albeit a little hazily. His emerald green eyes gazed lovingly at my face. I must look awful I thought to myself. But I guess that’s to be expected when you’re about to die. "I love you Richard, don’t forget that! But you need to stop Atonal; he’s gone to torture all those people! You can’t let him feed from them that way!"
"Trust me Love; he won’t be hurting anyone anymore." He answered gently as he stroked my face. "I destroyed his heart while he was feeding off of you. That’s why you’re just mostly dead," he smirked.
"Princess Bride," I giggled weakly. I was starting to drift again and he saw it.
"Kenna, stay with me!" He shouted. His faced softened and became serious, "I can save you if you want," he whispered into my ear, "If you’ll let me."
"You want to turn me." I said, I almost giggled again; man I must be dying if that’s funny.
"Yes Kenna, I would change you. Then we can be together." He sounded like he was crying or about to anyway…can vampires cry I wondered?
"He killed my parents you know," I said drowsily, "Maybe my brother too I don’t know."
"Yes," He whispered, "I saw your parent’s living room, but I saw only your parents there, and one severed rope. Your brother must have gotten away sometime after they got you. I couldn’t find him after I had arrived, and I don’t sense him around now, nor can I smell any blood spilled…besides that of your mother and father." He sounded apologetic.
"It’s not your fault so hush." I said weakly, I was drifting deeper; I couldn’t open my eyes any more! "Save me Richard, I’m not ready to die, and I want to be with you! Save me please!"
"Yes." Was all he replied. I heard a crunch and a faint grunt, then suddenly I felt a thick liquid touch my lips. Blood. Richard’s blood. "Drink Makenna, if you want to live you need to drink it." He said it like I was disgusted…maybe I had made a face. I forced my lips to form a seal around the wound in his neck. I knew it was his neck because I could feel his hair gently tickle my face. I drank. I drank his blood as hungrily and greedily as a stranded man who finally found an oasis in the middle of the Sahara. I could feel my body again; I could feel the air, the night. I could smell the death that surely surrounded us. I could smell their blood, and it smelled sooo good…
"Makenna stop." Richard choked out huskily. But I couldn’t stop it tasted so good! Rich, coppery liquid life flowing through my veins! How could I ever stop? Why would I want to? "Kenna! That’s enough!" He barked a little shakily as he pried me away with his hands. "You could kill me if you drink anymore." He panted. Now that I was away from him I was able to think just a bit more rationally. But only a bit.
"Thank you," I growled, it sounded savage, like a throaty whisper. I was still hungry. "I’m still hungry Richard," he looked at me, waiting for the question whatever it may be. "What color are my eyes now?" I don’t think he was expecting that particular question but he shrugged and answered anyway.
"Golden." He answered softly, "The most beautiful gold I’ve ever seen."
"Once I feed, they’ll go back right?" I didn’t care if they were beautiful I didn’t want an eternity of golden eyes!
"Yes once you are fully sated they will go back to their original color."
"Good."
I looked around. Everything was so clear! It was like finally watching TV in HD when I’d spent my whole life with an antenna and bunny ears. I looked down and saw my chains had been removed. Pity, I kind of wanted to try out my strength. As if reading my thoughts Richard smirked at me.
"You should feed first before you try out anything." He teased as he helped me to my feet. I felt a little weak…but at the same time, incredibly strong. My muscles felt lean and hard. I could feel my heart slow and stop. I realized for the first time that I wasn’t breathing, nor did I feel the need to do so. I took a couple deep breaths through my nose just to see what it felt like. The air came in and out but I felt almost silly doing it. The smells that came with the inhaling were phenomenal! I could smell the roses by the garage and the garbage in it! I exhaled quickly to expel the garbage from my nose. This was something I was going to have to get used to. I felt my fangs, now extended from feeding off Richard. They were razor sharp and wonderful. I felt a pang of hunger while I explored them with my tongue. This brought me back to the situation at hand.
"Where can we go to eat then?" I asked looking up into his beautiful face. "I’m so hungry I think I could eat I horse…wait eww that sounds horrible now, just take me somewhere please?"
"Of course my love, I have several places we can go to find a willing meal, it might not be easy for you, you won’t want to stop, but I’ll be right there with you to make sure nothing bad happens." He always had a way of putting horrible situations in a pleasant light. What he deemed as "something bad" normal people called murder. I decided to just accept the offer as it was, because it would be hard, I knew that. And I refused to kill someone, the thought alone sent chills down my back.
"Ok then," I sighed as I slid my hand in his and laid my head on his shoulder, "let’s get going." I could tell he had something to say, and by the way his body stiffened I could tell it was something he thought I wouldn’t like to hear. "If you apologize for bringing me over I’ll punch you in the stomach! I agreed to this and I don’t regret it one bit!" I smiled and looked up into his beautiful face once again. "I love you Richard." I sighed, and looked back out at the horizon.
"I love you too Makenna. Forever and always." And as we swept away into the night, I knew that it was true.
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I could lose everything if I failed. But I would lose so much more if I did nothing. He had to be stopped. In the grand scheme it wasn't just my family he was threatening. Thousands would die, maybe more I didn’t know, but they would die. Slowly, ferociously, and without remorse. Thinking about it just brought a sickening knot back into my throat. I forced it away and focused once more on the rising sun. The colors seemed to explode from it, hitting the clouds, then sending beams of deep violet, pastel orange, wild pink, azure blue, and every other combination imaginable as they mixed together in the sky like a child's finger-painting project. It was several minutes before I realized I was crying. I didn't want to give this up! It wasn't fair that this was burden rested on me to fix! I was no hero; give the task to someone else, someone more qualified. Someone willing. Unfortunately, I was the one with the information that monster needed. I scoffed inwardly at the situation I had gotten myself dragged into. The Fates or God or whoever is watching--if anyone—must have decided to play some cruel joke on mankind, and I'm the one that drew the short stick. Figures.
Of course there was a slim chance that I would survive, but I'm sure the odds were better that I'd win the lottery at the exact moment I was struck by lightning and attacked by a shark. He's a vampire for cripe’s sake! A centuries old one at that! In a mortal vs. vampire fight it’s not even in the realm of being fair. He wanted Richard because he has the ability to manipulate people en masse. I was the only one who knew where he was. This was a good thing, until Atonal found out about my family. That’s the thing about bad guys, they play dirty. They find what will really get to you. That one thing that will make you bend to their will, and then when they get what they want, you usually die anyway. I hate bad guys, they have in one form or another destroyed or threatened to destroy everything and everyone I hold dear unless I give up Richard’s hiding place. How can I do that though? I love him. I love him more than I ever dared to hope was possible. As ironic as it sounded, even to me, he brought light and life back to my once dreary existence. Yet I cannot just stand idly by and watch a monster slaughter my everyone I love before my eyes! I had to warn my family. Today. I had to get them out of the house before they got mixed up in this. So far they knew nothing of what was going on, but unfortunately that had to change. At least to a certain degree, I saw no point in filling them in on the entirety of my circumstances. But even if (when!) I got them out, where would I hide them that they couldn’t be found out eventually? I’d figure that out later. First, I had to get to my family before Atonal did, and since it was daybreak, I’m pretty sure this was my one and only opportunity to do it.
I could feel my worries and apprehensions slowly nibbling away at my determination. I sighed. It was now or never time I suppose. I looked up at the sunrise one last time, letting the rays of the morning soak into my skin, and then slowly, painfully, I turned around and walked away.
As soon as I saw the house I knew I was too late. The decretive glass on the front door was shattered, the jewel colored pieces scattered the entryway. I had taken no more than three steps into the house when I was grabbed from behind, a soaked rag with a hideous stench was forced over my nose and mouth. I had just enough time to see my parents lying bloody on the floor with my brother tied up in a chair next to them before blackness took over.
Then there was nothing for a long time.
I awoke to the hideous face of Atonal. To be honest he really wasn’t hideous at all, to some I’m sure he was actually quite beautiful. Unlucky for him that I think it’s what is inside a person that counts. And inside this man was a monster from the darkest pit of Hell. His long silky black hair fell down around his face as he looked down at me. I was, as I had just come to notice, chained to the ground in the backyard of my house. Stupid screw-into-the-ground dog chains. I thought, once I noticed where I was. I knew these would kill me someday, only I thought it would be because I’d trip over them and impale myself…Atonal smiled at me as he would a small annoying child who’d just done something silly.
"Gotcha." He goaded, but in the same tone an old person would have used to say "’sup dwag’?" it just didn’t quite fit his personality or mannerisms. Regardless of my current position I had to hold back a snort. He sounded ridiculous! But who was I to say anything; he did, after all, have me. "I must say I was looking forward to a longer and more intriguing game of cat and mouse with you Makenna. From what I am told, you were rather easy to catch." I was a little amused to see that he actually seemed mildly upset about this.
"I am so sorry to disappoint you Al," I mocked with obvious falseness,
"but if it makes you feel any better I’m not exactly happy with the way this turned out either." I lifted my hands as far as they would go (which was only about an inch and a half) as proof. "Being chained to the ground like a dog wasn’t in my game plan for tonight." His nose ruffled as though he smelled something rotting when he heard the nickname. Of all the things that were going to happen tonight, and all the horrible things I said to him on previous occasions, he chose to get offended at my choice of nickname? Really?
"My name," he stated firmly, "is Atonal, and you will not address me in any other fashion." His eyes bored into mine. I could feel his mind pulling at me forcing me to continue the eye contact, rage flared through his eyes like a finely stoked flame. All at once I felt as though my insides were on fire. Molten hot lava had just been poured all throughout my body by a mere glace. I could feel my back arch, my hands clenched into fists and my eyes rolled back into my head. But before I could even make myself scream it was over. For some stupid reason I had let myself forget who he was—what he was—well, there was no way I was forgetting it now. I was about to die, I knew it; I could see it shining in his black deep set eyes. They were now flaming pits of, what I’m sure is pure evil. His usually chocolate brown eyes had sparked red His full lips curved into a cruel sneer as he saw the realization dawn in my eyes. He was a vampire so he could make this pleasant if he wanted to, but I wasn’t about to fool myself. He was going to drain me. Painfully. Force the information from my mind as he fed savagely from my body. And he would use none of his glamour to ease the pain. Although he could still get the information from my mind if he did, he wouldn’t gain as much power from the kill if he rolled my mind. No. He wanted this to hurt. We had made this personal when Richard killed this creature’s mate. So in his eyes, he was repaying him back in kind. He knelt beside me to my left, and slowly, achingly so, he placed his right arm behind my neck. He was soaking in my fear, bathing in it. I could feel it, he was feeding off my terror, and there was not a damn thing I could do about it.
"Goodbye my dear," He whispered softly, "I’m glad I finally got you." I felt him breathe me in from my ear to the base of my neck, smelling the hot, sweet blood flowing through my arteries, thrumming just under that thin outer layer of my flesh. Gently, he placed a kiss at the hollow of my throat.
He struck
My body exploded again, but the fire was so intense! I could feel my eyes, my hands, my feet, my throat, all burning! I could hear someone screaming from far away and it took a minute to realize it was me. I couldn’t breathe! Couldn’t see! I tried to suck in a breath but it was like raking fiery coals across my lungs. I was dying! All the while I could see flashes of memory flicker behind my eyes, my mother taking pictures, smiling sweetly behind her camera. Daddy teaching me to drive for the first time, my little brother crashing my slumber parties. The edges of all these memories were being consumed in flames. Then I saw memories that weren’t mine. A woman with jet black hair, and beautiful black eyes that shined like jewels. She was smiling sweetly at me. The next vision flashed before me, covered in flame. She was lying on her back on a golden alter. Screaming, writhing in pain. She was covered in scarlet, blood streamed from her eyes, mouth and chest. It seeped into her clothes, staining her skin and matting her once beautiful hair. She was being sacrificed! She had only been his wife six months. These were his memories! Atonal watched her body as it lay twitching on the alter. Dead. Her heart removed as a sacrifice to gods she had never worshiped. He watched as uncaring hands carelessly grabbed his beloved wife’s body and thrust it down the already bloody steps. Watched it as it tumbled broke and tore apart on its way down. Gone forever.
Suddenly the fire stopped.
I was in a sea of blackness. I could feel myself floating in nothingness. I couldn’t feel my body, but for some reason that didn’t bother me. I was totally detached but yet not. I wondered if this was what being dead was. It seemed rather boring to be honest, maybe I wasn’t dead yet. I looked around for a light. There was supposed to be a light or something right? Maybe a tunnel? Instead, out of the blackness I heard a voice. It sounded like an angel.
"Makenna…" it whispered "Makenna open your eyes for me please" it was an angel. My angel. It was Richard! Where was he? Did we get to stay in the bleak darkness together? It wouldn’t be so bad if he was with me.
"Richard?" I breathed, my voice sounded unsteady and far away, "Richard I think I may be dying…" I started floating deeper into the dark.
"NO!" I heard him shout. "NO! Makenna Dawn you will not die! You hear me! I won’t let you!"
"I don’t think I can help it Richard, but if it makes you feel better I don’t really feel anything…" I could feel cool hands on my face, I take that back maybe I can feel something, I thought. I stopped floating and for just a moment I came back to myself. I tried to open my eyes, but they were so heavy! Like cement bricks were holding them closed. I forced them open just enough to see my hero. Albeit a little hazily. His emerald green eyes gazed lovingly at my face. I must look awful I thought to myself. But I guess that’s to be expected when you’re about to die. "I love you Richard, don’t forget that! But you need to stop Atonal; he’s gone to torture all those people! You can’t let him feed from them that way!"
"Trust me Love; he won’t be hurting anyone anymore." He answered gently as he stroked my face. "I destroyed his heart while he was feeding off of you. That’s why you’re just mostly dead," he smirked.
"Princess Bride," I giggled weakly. I was starting to drift again and he saw it.
"Kenna, stay with me!" He shouted. His faced softened and became serious, "I can save you if you want," he whispered into my ear, "If you’ll let me."
"You want to turn me." I said, I almost giggled again; man I must be dying if that’s funny.
"Yes Kenna, I would change you. Then we can be together." He sounded like he was crying or about to anyway…can vampires cry I wondered?
"He killed my parents you know," I said drowsily, "Maybe my brother too I don’t know."
"Yes," He whispered, "I saw your parent’s living room, but I saw only your parents there, and one severed rope. Your brother must have gotten away sometime after they got you. I couldn’t find him after I had arrived, and I don’t sense him around now, nor can I smell any blood spilled…besides that of your mother and father." He sounded apologetic.
"It’s not your fault so hush." I said weakly, I was drifting deeper; I couldn’t open my eyes any more! "Save me Richard, I’m not ready to die, and I want to be with you! Save me please!"
"Yes." Was all he replied. I heard a crunch and a faint grunt, then suddenly I felt a thick liquid touch my lips. Blood. Richard’s blood. "Drink Makenna, if you want to live you need to drink it." He said it like I was disgusted…maybe I had made a face. I forced my lips to form a seal around the wound in his neck. I knew it was his neck because I could feel his hair gently tickle my face. I drank. I drank his blood as hungrily and greedily as a stranded man who finally found an oasis in the middle of the Sahara. I could feel my body again; I could feel the air, the night. I could smell the death that surely surrounded us. I could smell their blood, and it smelled sooo good…
"Makenna stop." Richard choked out huskily. But I couldn’t stop it tasted so good! Rich, coppery liquid life flowing through my veins! How could I ever stop? Why would I want to? "Kenna! That’s enough!" He barked a little shakily as he pried me away with his hands. "You could kill me if you drink anymore." He panted. Now that I was away from him I was able to think just a bit more rationally. But only a bit.
"Thank you," I growled, it sounded savage, like a throaty whisper. I was still hungry. "I’m still hungry Richard," he looked at me, waiting for the question whatever it may be. "What color are my eyes now?" I don’t think he was expecting that particular question but he shrugged and answered anyway.
"Golden." He answered softly, "The most beautiful gold I’ve ever seen."
"Once I feed, they’ll go back right?" I didn’t care if they were beautiful I didn’t want an eternity of golden eyes!
"Yes once you are fully sated they will go back to their original color."
"Good."
I looked around. Everything was so clear! It was like finally watching TV in HD when I’d spent my whole life with an antenna and bunny ears. I looked down and saw my chains had been removed. Pity, I kind of wanted to try out my strength. As if reading my thoughts Richard smirked at me.
"You should feed first before you try out anything." He teased as he helped me to my feet. I felt a little weak…but at the same time, incredibly strong. My muscles felt lean and hard. I could feel my heart slow and stop. I realized for the first time that I wasn’t breathing, nor did I feel the need to do so. I took a couple deep breaths through my nose just to see what it felt like. The air came in and out but I felt almost silly doing it. The smells that came with the inhaling were phenomenal! I could smell the roses by the garage and the garbage in it! I exhaled quickly to expel the garbage from my nose. This was something I was going to have to get used to. I felt my fangs, now extended from feeding off Richard. They were razor sharp and wonderful. I felt a pang of hunger while I explored them with my tongue. This brought me back to the situation at hand.
"Where can we go to eat then?" I asked looking up into his beautiful face. "I’m so hungry I think I could eat I horse…wait eww that sounds horrible now, just take me somewhere please?"
"Of course my love, I have several places we can go to find a willing meal, it might not be easy for you, you won’t want to stop, but I’ll be right there with you to make sure nothing bad happens." He always had a way of putting horrible situations in a pleasant light. What he deemed as "something bad" normal people called murder. I decided to just accept the offer as it was, because it would be hard, I knew that. And I refused to kill someone, the thought alone sent chills down my back.
"Ok then," I sighed as I slid my hand in his and laid my head on his shoulder, "let’s get going." I could tell he had something to say, and by the way his body stiffened I could tell it was something he thought I wouldn’t like to hear. "If you apologize for bringing me over I’ll punch you in the stomach! I agreed to this and I don’t regret it one bit!" I smiled and looked up into his beautiful face once again. "I love you Richard." I sighed, and looked back out at the horizon.
"I love you too Makenna. Forever and always." And as we swept away into the night, I knew that it was true.
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I really like this. Are you planning on writing more? I know I wrote a non-Sookie vampire fiction and I am just glad I managed to get 6 people to read and comment on it. Write more of this story, I will read it.
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