Ok first off...contrary to what u might think, this is NOT the Kala in
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes'
books. This is a COMPLETELY DIFFERENT Kala, ok? I didn't know that there
was a Kala in
In the Forest of the Night or Demon in my View when I started this story,
and I'm not about to
change the name now, so I decided to give u fair warning. (Thank you
Neveada, who brought
this to my attention) This is my Kala, who has no relations to AAR's
Kala...now that that's
cleared up...
Chapter 1
For how long they had me before Kieran came, I do not know. Hours slipped into days, which in turn slowly melted into weeks. I drove myself near insane, trying to keep track of time, and all for nothing. Whether it had been from pain or from loss of blood, or perhaps a little of both, I would black out for what seemed like days at a time.
In the beginning, I was kept in a windowless chamber so small that I when I stood, my head brushed the ceiling, and the perimeter was only a few paces on every side. The only light came from the crack beneath the heavy wooden door. Sometimes, they would come often, slashing my skin open with their knives, throwing me into the stone walls as if I was merely a rag doll. Normally, it was a different one that would come every time, but there was one who paid me malicious visits as often as he could. He sometimes came bearing a knife, which he would slowly rake across my skin and lick away the line of blood that blossomed from the broken skin. Other times, he would merely grab me forcefully, pulling me against him and holding me immobilized with one arm as he raked his other hand through my hair and painfully yanked my head to one side, exposing my neck. His teeth would lengthen, sharpen and pierce my neck, the skin only resisting for a mere second, and then my blood would be rushing out of my open veins and into his vampiric system, quenching his bloodlust. If he was in a good mood, the anesthetic qualities of vampire saliva and a controlling mind dulled the pain for a few moments, and sent my mind wandering higher and farther away than ever before; but if he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't employ the soothing capabilities of his mind, and the pain of the bloodletting would cloud my vision with black spots as I tried not to scream. I tried to fight, to resist him, but it was no use. Fighting wasn't in my nature; I wasn't brought up a battle-ready creature, like so many of my distant kin. My family's strength lay in healing and herb-lore, not killing. I would always end up being the source of his nourishment. My witch's blood was sweeter and more luxurious than any human's, and it was hard for him to stop; he would always take a little more than I could afford to lose. I would be left crumpled on the ground, unmoving, drifting in and out of consciousness.
I lost count of how many times he came. He was dragged off of me one day when a guard walked in and saw him taking my blood. He fought viciously, but the guard mercilessly slammed him into a wall and crushed his windpipe. It was a painful blow, but I knew it would heal quickly. When he again tried to attack the guard, the hulking man drew his sword and sliced at my predator. He hissed in pained, baring his bloodstained teeth.
The guard ran him through with the sword. He let loose with a bloodcurdling scream that raised the hairs on the back of my neck and made my weak body tense up rigidly. He bared his teeth at me one last time as he dropped to his knees. One of the guard's legs shot out lightning- fast to catch him square in the throat. His head snapped back with a sickening crack as his neck was snapped like a twig. He dropped backward as the guard yanked his sword out, wiped it on the fallen vampire's silky shirt then resheathed it. He grabbed one of the fallen vampire's arms and towed him jerkily out of the room.
A single line of blood trickled out of the corner of the vampire's mouth, and his haunting black eyes had taken on an eternally vacant expression, the lids half- closed.
Although I should have been glad that my predator would no longer be able to hurt me anymore, the sight of him being dragged out of the room haunted me in my deepest nightmares for years to come, his eyes devoid of all that resembled life, staring at me forevermore.
hehehe...not bad huh? My e-mail is MidnightsFlame@hotmail.com so e-mail me with any questions or comments...
Chapter 1
For how long they had me before Kieran came, I do not know. Hours slipped into days, which in turn slowly melted into weeks. I drove myself near insane, trying to keep track of time, and all for nothing. Whether it had been from pain or from loss of blood, or perhaps a little of both, I would black out for what seemed like days at a time.
In the beginning, I was kept in a windowless chamber so small that I when I stood, my head brushed the ceiling, and the perimeter was only a few paces on every side. The only light came from the crack beneath the heavy wooden door. Sometimes, they would come often, slashing my skin open with their knives, throwing me into the stone walls as if I was merely a rag doll. Normally, it was a different one that would come every time, but there was one who paid me malicious visits as often as he could. He sometimes came bearing a knife, which he would slowly rake across my skin and lick away the line of blood that blossomed from the broken skin. Other times, he would merely grab me forcefully, pulling me against him and holding me immobilized with one arm as he raked his other hand through my hair and painfully yanked my head to one side, exposing my neck. His teeth would lengthen, sharpen and pierce my neck, the skin only resisting for a mere second, and then my blood would be rushing out of my open veins and into his vampiric system, quenching his bloodlust. If he was in a good mood, the anesthetic qualities of vampire saliva and a controlling mind dulled the pain for a few moments, and sent my mind wandering higher and farther away than ever before; but if he was in a bad mood, he wouldn't employ the soothing capabilities of his mind, and the pain of the bloodletting would cloud my vision with black spots as I tried not to scream. I tried to fight, to resist him, but it was no use. Fighting wasn't in my nature; I wasn't brought up a battle-ready creature, like so many of my distant kin. My family's strength lay in healing and herb-lore, not killing. I would always end up being the source of his nourishment. My witch's blood was sweeter and more luxurious than any human's, and it was hard for him to stop; he would always take a little more than I could afford to lose. I would be left crumpled on the ground, unmoving, drifting in and out of consciousness.
I lost count of how many times he came. He was dragged off of me one day when a guard walked in and saw him taking my blood. He fought viciously, but the guard mercilessly slammed him into a wall and crushed his windpipe. It was a painful blow, but I knew it would heal quickly. When he again tried to attack the guard, the hulking man drew his sword and sliced at my predator. He hissed in pained, baring his bloodstained teeth.
The guard ran him through with the sword. He let loose with a bloodcurdling scream that raised the hairs on the back of my neck and made my weak body tense up rigidly. He bared his teeth at me one last time as he dropped to his knees. One of the guard's legs shot out lightning- fast to catch him square in the throat. His head snapped back with a sickening crack as his neck was snapped like a twig. He dropped backward as the guard yanked his sword out, wiped it on the fallen vampire's silky shirt then resheathed it. He grabbed one of the fallen vampire's arms and towed him jerkily out of the room.
A single line of blood trickled out of the corner of the vampire's mouth, and his haunting black eyes had taken on an eternally vacant expression, the lids half- closed.
Although I should have been glad that my predator would no longer be able to hurt me anymore, the sight of him being dragged out of the room haunted me in my deepest nightmares for years to come, his eyes devoid of all that resembled life, staring at me forevermore.
hehehe...not bad huh? My e-mail is MidnightsFlame@hotmail.com so e-mail me with any questions or comments...
