This is a one chapter idea I have. I swear not to update it till I finish my other works.
Vrax was new to the order. Careless you could say. He was the joke of an older one,
Made for the sheer fact that he was a jester. His aurora stank of fear and obedience weak
when he was human, he was weak now. His makers blood line was strong, but in him it
was a waste. He hated what he was, and would not, could embrace it. He felt as if he was
a monster. So he became prey to his own race. He had no territory and hunted only where
he could. He did not want to kill, so even when he found prey he took only enough to
survive and leave the victim dazed, to the point when he even fed on animals. On one
fateful night, starving he crawled into a suburban area. Weak from hunger he could not
last much longer without feeding.
Then he spotted her.
She was young. A girl, maybe 9 10ish. not a lot of feed. Enough for maybe another week
or so of more scavenging. She sat alone on her steps, the moon casting it's silver light on
her violet hair. Their would be no witnesses. no one to hear if she screamed. He
approached with the natural silence of his kind. Then he sprang onto her. She reacted
struggling.
It would be her last living effort.
He drained her quickly. Then gasped as he realized she would not survive. He had taken
too much. Her heart would soon stop. He had become a monster. He then remembered
how he could save her. how he would damn her. Not enough time to think about the curse
he would give her, he slashed his own wrist. Tears running down his pale dirty face, he
fed her his life taking blood. That pain did not make him cry he barely felt it, and it
healed almost immediately. He repeated cutting himself until he knew she would survive.
She coughed resisting it, but too late. Then once again weak but not starving he left her
there blood drying on her face.
Gaz sighed it was late at night and the sky was clear. Her batteries had died. After
searching the entire house she realized that all her stock piles were gone. Dib's too. And
the convenience store was not open until two in morning. So she sat on the stoop ticking
off the minutes till she could raid the nearest connivance store and reunite with her
beloved vampire piggies. Then something had hit her from behind. She struggled
punching and kicking not fazing the creature. Then she was caught in its ice blue eyes.
Her mind was struggling but a cloud seemed to envelope it. A soft warm feeling alien to
her dark cold mind. It whispered sleep rest, just let go. And she couldn't move. She felt
two sharp pricks in her neck. The sensation was immediately taken like a leaf in a river
far a way by the cloud. She felt her pulse. Strong, so strong beating life's energy through
her neck and away. The pain grew almost enough to fight the cloud, as slowly she lost
more and more of her essence. Her heart slowed and each beat brought a sharp throb of
pain. Then she felt her mouth being opened. metallic icy velvety blood filled her mouth
and she choked and swallowed, not having a choice. The voice whispered drink it will be
all right. It was cold and it tasted black and dark. She tasted in colors which she had never
believed possible.
Something deep inside her fought it. She realized that all the things she had never
believed in, her life her very immortal soul, were in danger. And she resisted. she spat the
blood out. Somehow she knew it was too late. But she fought like she always did. The
voices promise of no pain was nulled by her resistance. She felt ever excruciating
moment of her death. She could feel the new blood rushing through her system at an
abnormal rate. She could feel her heart slowing even further, then as the pain peaked and
it stopped together. In the last fading moment of her life she fought.
When she next opened her eyes it would be to a world in which she was a monster to all
those she could have held dear.
Vrax was new to the order. Careless you could say. He was the joke of an older one,
Made for the sheer fact that he was a jester. His aurora stank of fear and obedience weak
when he was human, he was weak now. His makers blood line was strong, but in him it
was a waste. He hated what he was, and would not, could embrace it. He felt as if he was
a monster. So he became prey to his own race. He had no territory and hunted only where
he could. He did not want to kill, so even when he found prey he took only enough to
survive and leave the victim dazed, to the point when he even fed on animals. On one
fateful night, starving he crawled into a suburban area. Weak from hunger he could not
last much longer without feeding.
Then he spotted her.
She was young. A girl, maybe 9 10ish. not a lot of feed. Enough for maybe another week
or so of more scavenging. She sat alone on her steps, the moon casting it's silver light on
her violet hair. Their would be no witnesses. no one to hear if she screamed. He
approached with the natural silence of his kind. Then he sprang onto her. She reacted
struggling.
It would be her last living effort.
He drained her quickly. Then gasped as he realized she would not survive. He had taken
too much. Her heart would soon stop. He had become a monster. He then remembered
how he could save her. how he would damn her. Not enough time to think about the curse
he would give her, he slashed his own wrist. Tears running down his pale dirty face, he
fed her his life taking blood. That pain did not make him cry he barely felt it, and it
healed almost immediately. He repeated cutting himself until he knew she would survive.
She coughed resisting it, but too late. Then once again weak but not starving he left her
there blood drying on her face.
Gaz sighed it was late at night and the sky was clear. Her batteries had died. After
searching the entire house she realized that all her stock piles were gone. Dib's too. And
the convenience store was not open until two in morning. So she sat on the stoop ticking
off the minutes till she could raid the nearest connivance store and reunite with her
beloved vampire piggies. Then something had hit her from behind. She struggled
punching and kicking not fazing the creature. Then she was caught in its ice blue eyes.
Her mind was struggling but a cloud seemed to envelope it. A soft warm feeling alien to
her dark cold mind. It whispered sleep rest, just let go. And she couldn't move. She felt
two sharp pricks in her neck. The sensation was immediately taken like a leaf in a river
far a way by the cloud. She felt her pulse. Strong, so strong beating life's energy through
her neck and away. The pain grew almost enough to fight the cloud, as slowly she lost
more and more of her essence. Her heart slowed and each beat brought a sharp throb of
pain. Then she felt her mouth being opened. metallic icy velvety blood filled her mouth
and she choked and swallowed, not having a choice. The voice whispered drink it will be
all right. It was cold and it tasted black and dark. She tasted in colors which she had never
believed possible.
Something deep inside her fought it. She realized that all the things she had never
believed in, her life her very immortal soul, were in danger. And she resisted. she spat the
blood out. Somehow she knew it was too late. But she fought like she always did. The
voices promise of no pain was nulled by her resistance. She felt ever excruciating
moment of her death. She could feel the new blood rushing through her system at an
abnormal rate. She could feel her heart slowing even further, then as the pain peaked and
it stopped together. In the last fading moment of her life she fought.
When she next opened her eyes it would be to a world in which she was a monster to all
those she could have held dear.
