Colours of Death by Nighttime Wish
Disclaimer: I do not own Underworld or the related characters. All I own are my own ideas and no one will take them from me!
Chapter 1: White
Kraven watches as the girl plays in her home with her little brother and sisters. Her mother sits by the fireplace, her belly swollen, knitting a wool cap. Their father is whittling in another corner of the room. Outside the gale blows without stopping, but the family within the cottage does not feel anything as they last through the night.
Kraven has watched her for quite some time. She had 4 siblings. The eldest sister was already married and expecting her first born. The girl Kraven watched was next, and after her were 2 other younger sisters and one brother along with another child on the way. In the shadows of the night, none within the cottage could see him, but he could only see her.
She leaned forward then, her brown frock low enough that it showed off a little of her chest without being too revealing. He hissed in contempt. So far, in the 200 years of his immortal life, Kraven had never wanted another's blood as he wanted hers now. It was embarrassing. He growled low in his throat. The sound was meant to carry, but only she heard it. She lifted her head and looked out the window. Her dark green grey eyes riveting on him. He drew a breath, but he knew she couldn't see him. Soon after that, her sister caught her attention and she looked away.
Kraven stepped backwards with a silent vow. He would be back for the girl. After all, he had orders to kill the father, so the whole family would have to be dealt with.
His chance came a few nights later. The girl's father had been a little late coming home and Kraven had Soren intercept his journey back home. After that, the only person who posed even a little threat within the house was the girl.
Kraven knew his men would deal with the mother and children, so he himself lured the girl out. He crept into the barn, the animals sensed a predator and started shifting about. No doubt the girl worried it was a fox trying to get at the rabbits again. He felt the exact moment that she stepped into the barn. She was in a white flannel nightgown with a grey shawl thrown over her shoulders. In one hand she held an oil lamp.
She cooed to the animals. After she hooked the lamp up she bent over them. Her long blonde hair felling over one shoulder. Kraven stepped from the shadows, deliberately making a noise. She gasped when she saw him, but before she could scream, Kraven had his hand around her throat, pressing her back into a beam.
She was frozen in horror. No doubt she had heard of creature such as him. Creatures of the night, abominations, oddities of nature, spawn of the devil. Slowly, as is to make each move more pronounced, Kraven pulled the shawl from her shoulders and gathered her blonde hair to one side. Her eyes were as wide as saucers now as she gasped for air. Her exposed skin glowed white in the moonlight, a siren's temptation.
He leaned in closer, taking a wiff of her heady scent. The blood in her jugular tempted him. He knew his men were in the house, and he knew when they killed her mother, not quite silently. The scent of blood hit him hard and he was reminded he had not fed that night. Kraven could feel his canines lengthening.
The girl must have seen them as her attempts to free herself became more pronounced. Kraven buried his head in the crook of her neck, and then, the warm, life-giving substance was flowing endlessly into his mouth. The taste was dissimilar from anything else he had ever drank. Her blood called out to him, almost begging to be taken from her body. Her struggles had lessened now, so he released his chokehold.
One hand he used to tilt her head, wrapping it around the nape of her neck and the other he held her arm so she wouldn't move. Her small hands had come up to pull at his arms. Small whimpering protests issued from her throat. He couldn't stop. She was just too delectable. He could hear her siblings' voices behind him. But his men held them back.
She was no longer moving. Kraven removed his bloodstained mouth. Her eyes were dull, but there was still life in her almost bloodless body. A thought entered Kraven's mind…he would turn her. Make sure she lived forever and served him. Her siblings he would bring them back to the keep and when they grew they would become suppliers of blood to the coven, just as other humans were kept in the keep.
Using a nail he sliced the palm of his hand and pressed it over her mouth. She refused to drink, so Kraven pinched her nose. And finally she did drink. When she finished, Kraven let her drop to the ground. Her sisters screamed as she writhed and jerked on the hay strewn floor.
Kraven gave a contemptuous smirk, oh yes, she would do nicely. He had made a good choice in turning her undead. She was beautiful and headstrong. He would enjoy forcing her to submit.
AN: I realized no one has truly ever written a Kraven/Erika airing that didn't involve Erika losing. So I started one. Hopefully other writers take this up as well. However to those who actually write Kraven/erika stories where it's a win-win situation, I apologise for my prior comment.