REUPLOADED FROM OLD ACCOUNT. I am just moving the story to this account because this one is my 'vampire' (or anything suitable I guess) account. Just so you know I did not steal.... from myself. xD
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters besides Lorenzo and Alandria. The whole Carpathian, lifemate, ect is from the brilliant mind of Christine Feehan. I am just a fanfiction writer who got mildly obsessed with Julian Savage for some reason. xD
A/N: Ok I'll take the advice from my few reviews and won't use Julian. :/ I'll use someone else.
Rating: I guess I will make it Young Adult.
Full Summary: Alandria Dubinsky—youngest daughter of Raven and Mikhail—ran away from this "honor" that her female kind have been destined to achieve. But, during her rebellious act, she gets taken in by the very thing her species hunts; the vampires. Now in a battle to try and escape this mark that bounds her to the damned, Alandria must turn to the very person she hates. Aleksandar Savage. For he is the only one who can free her of this burden. But in order to be completely freed, Alandria would have to surrender herself to the pure, seductive sensation he is offering to her; and that terrifies her. Now she has to choose: A bleak existence, slaving over the very thing that torments her. Or fully merge her mind with the man that she was destined to save from the very same eternal bleakness; and he destined to save her..
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x; Dark Defiance;
Isolation; imprisonment. Bound to a bleak world, filled with hate and anguish. There is no calling for help. There is no crying to the heavens itself for a savior. There is no escape. How she ever got in such a mess, Alandria Dubrinsky will never know. It was all a mistake. Just one simple mistake and it cost her the very life and soul she treasures; her own.
Slowly, her head lifts up to face the emptiness that lies in front of her. Her eyelids wanting to force themselves shut. She doesn't know how long she's been here, but she does know it's been far too long for her own likings. Her eyes shift to the side, trying to sense if anyone is around. But there is no one. Of course there isn't. And if there was, who's to say they would help? Where she is, is a place where her kind doesn't belong. She is an outcast here. The enemy. And they want to kill her. But they can't. For their master told them not to. Instead of being killed, they torture her; laugh at her misery. They play with her, abuse her, for their own likings. They are vampires. Immortal creatures of the night. And she . . . she is a Carpathian. Daughter of Mikhail—prince of her people—and Raven, his lifemate.
Her people—the Carpathians—are far different from the bloodshed demons known as vampires. Every vampire was once born Carpathian. They, too, are creatures of the night. They cannot stand the sun's burning rays. And when born, every Carpathian is born with a lifemate. They are destined with a certain someone to love and cherish for all eternity. The male Carpathian has a dark soul and his lifemate is the lightness that heals his bleak, dark existence. But that darkness that swamps his damned heart can only be healed by his lifemate. No other female will do.
After so many years, male Carpathians lose all colors and emotions. They see in black and white. They feel nothing. The only thing that keeps them going is the hunt for their one and only lifemate. The world is not small. So their chances are always so small. Female Carpathians keep their color and emotion. But they would never truly live life to their full extent without their male Carpathian by their side. Any male Carpathian who fails to find the light to their soul—their lifemate—turns to the damned side. They become the immortal creatures that they were meant to hunt. Vampires.
Alandria pulls harder on the metal chains binding her against this rusted, old wall, but with a futile attempt. She knows all her attempts at escaping this damned place are in vain. She was captured by the enemy itself because of a clumsy mistake. They took advantage of her because they knew she was not a full grown Carpathian female. She's only a young fledging, at the age of seventeen. Her parents always forbid from going anywhere far off, and she never understood why. Never. It's like she's been locked away in her own home, forbidden to move around in her own lands.
And that is why she ran away. She loves her parents, dearly. But Alandria wanted a normal life. Not one where she knew she'd be dominated over. She refuses to give all her freedom up to some arrogant lifemate. So, she tried to escape the life of being just a baby-maker to keep her race going, and tried to have a normal life. For a while, it worked. She cut off all telepathic communication with her family to hide where she was. For years she had practiced on her telekinesis and how to put up shields in her mind to block out anyone from talking to her, through her mind. It made her feel normal for once not to hear voices in her head. But now, all she is is shamed.
She lowers her head, sulking, Shame swamped her guilt stricken heart. She wanted to call for help. She knew her father and all he ordered to come get her would come right away and free her. Well try. There's no doubt about it that they could take her out of here. But, that's not the only problem. She has been cursed. A dark curse that neither her father, nor mother can free her from. The only way to free her of this curse is to follow the directions as instructed. But she knows nothing of this curse yet. All she knows is that she was put on one and that the rest of the job will be finished later on. She was captured, and the first thing that was done to her was some sort of binding; cursing her; binding her to the very demons that is her enemy. Whatever she has to do, she must do it. Or else no one would ever be able to save the young woman.
Mentally cursing herself for ever running away in the first place, Alandria let out a scream. A loud, aggravated scream of pure frustration. How can such cursed things happen to good people! Alandria knows she may not be one of the top greatest people on this planet, but she also knows that she doesn't deserve something like this. No one does..
If I call for help, I will only bring shame to the Carpathian name. Her soft voice whispered in her own mind. Everyone makes mistakes. But Alandria's mistake is unforgivable. She deliberately left her homelands, wanting to take the Carpathian honor and throw it away as if she was just a human and this "honor" was just a burden to her. She fell vulnerable to the very creature her kind hunts and they took her into captivity, where she sits here, being tormented and rotting. It wasn't even a challenge to get her. They took her so easily, it makes her own species look even more foolish.
Honor? What honor! She shouts in her mind as anger boils inside of her, thinking of this so-called honor that she was going to be forced to live as. The female of my species are nothing but baby makers for my dying race! That is the only reason males treasure us so much. So our kind doesn't die out! We are nothing but tools for these arrogant men. Alandria has a very strong point of view on her species and no matter how much Raven—her mother—or Mikhail have tried to tell her otherwise, she refuses to listen.
Even Savannah Dubrinky—Alandria's older sister—has tried and soothed the mind of her younger sister and tell her there is much more to this "honor" than Alandria is comprehending. But it was all in a futile attempt. Alandria knows what she knows, and she knows this "honor" is nothing but sexist to her gender.
"Hm," she grumbles out loud, balling her fists up. "I refuse to sink to my kind as a last resort! I will not shame them anymore as I already did, and I will not return just to be a baby maker to our race."
"Aren't you feisty." A low voice was heard from across where she was trapped. His voice was as if he had a tumor embedded in his throat; just plain ear bleeding.
Alandria could not see anything. Maybe it was because her eyes were threatening to shut on her and she didn't have the energy to see to her full extent. But she knew he was in front of her. By the way his voice traveled, she knew he was walking closer and closer to her.
"Even in such a position, you're thinking you would rather be here than be used as a toy for your Carpathian race. How cute. But you and I can both agree on one thing, my dear," She felt the dry, flaky fingers of this damned vampire roam up her cheek and it made her sick to her stomach. The foul stench caught in her nostrils and she wished he wouldn't get so close to her. And obviously the vampire saw it, but he paid no mind to it.
"As I recall," the sarcasm note from Alandria slipped out. "You were once a Carpathian, too, Mr. Vampire."
The vampire could sense Alandria's amusement trailing off the tip of her voice, and he hated it. She was mocking him. Even in the position this wretched woman is in, she dares to mock him the way she did.
"You think you are amusing, do you not? Remember this, small one. You are in my lair. I can do whatever I want to you. Your pain only makes me laugh. Do not tempt me with your life on the line. I will enjoy watching you scream out in agonizing pain. Screaming…ah, a musical note to my ears. And with this beautiful, soft, pure voice you have, it'll only make it all the better, my dear."
Alandria's brows snapped together realizing he's right. What the hell does she think she is doing? Even in situations like these, she could never help but let out her rebellious streak. She was always rebellious. Always. And she usually let's out the worst of it in the worst situations. One like this.
Noting her silent answer as victory to the vampire, a low, high pitched smirk was heard. "Very good. You have learned to silent up. That helps. Now then, let us make your situation much clearer, to make sure you know what your foolish self has gotten into this time."
"Foolish self? I'm sorry, but at least I wasn't so foolish enough to decide to let my heart be completely taken over by a world of bleakness and become the very thing YOU used to hunt. And furthermore—"
Her sentence was cut off as she felt the vampire's dead flaky finger press itself upon her lips, to shut her up. Alandria's eyes grew wider as she saw green goo dripping out of his finger and his skin was as if it was burned in a fire. And he had nerve to press that against her mouth!
"Silence, child! You will listen! And you will listen well. For what I have to say is important and we shall see if you can manage to survive."
The vampire removed his disgusting finger from her lips and Alandria tensed up, awaiting for him to go on about her only way to survive. If there is a way. When a vampire takes a female Carpathian as a hostage, it is usually because he still believes his soul can saved by the lightness that fills her very heart. But, he cannot. He's already been turned to the damned side. No lifemate can save him now, not even the one that was his. Now that he is turned. The only way for a Carpathian not to turn if he cannot find his lifemate is to greet the dawn. Or in other words, walk out in the sun and have its burning rays kill you—Commit Suicide.
"On your forehead, I put a marking there," He placed his finger on top of her forehead, most likely pointing out the mark. Alandria felt a burning pain go through her as the vampire touched her. And it burned like nothing she's ever felt before.
"Stop!" She screamed out, shaking her head violently, trying to make the pain go away.
A few moments later, he removed his finger and a loud, high-pitched laugh erupted from him. The sound was like nails being dragged up and down on a chalk bored and it made Alandria flinch from hearing it.
"This marking is a curse. I have just damned you. This curse will bound you to me. You are now one with me. After so long, this curse will drag you into my lair and your heart and mind will be one with mine. And there will be no escaping. You will live the rest of your eternity slaving me; pleasing me as I have not been pleased before. And this lifemate you supposedly have will either have to greet the dawn, in which I didn't, or he will turn to the very creature I am. As much as you do not want to admit it, you have a lifemate and he wants you to save his soul. But the beauty of it all is that I limited your time. And you do not have much of it left.
"Your time is of value to you now. For you have little of it. Very little. Less than a year. Less than six months. But I will not tell you how much. All the more interesting. To free yourself of this curse, you must find your lifemate, or your one true love and only he can free you of it. Only he can untangle these chains I have placed upon you, locking you to me. Find him and have him claim you. Become his. For, if you do not become his, you will become mine."
He's playing with her. Alandria knows it. He knows she won't find her lifemate in such a short amount of time. At the age of eighteen was when her parents were going to call all these males to come to her and see if she is their lifemate. But, she is seventeen and she escaped that. Now, before the time she was even supposed to start looking, she has to find him. Or she will be bound to this bleak existence.
But what she also knows is that he knows she wanted absolutely nothing to do with a lifemate or anything that has to do with her species. He knew that. Now, it's the only thing that can save her very life. But finding a lifemate in such a short time is impossible and there is no point in even attempting it. Why should she be bound to some arrogant lifemate? Where he controls her and she has no say in anything. But on the other hand, why should she be bound to a vampire, where she will be slaved, tormented, abused? The only solution would be to do what the males of her species do, and that's to greet the dawn. If it's the only way to free herself of the burden of dominant men, she will do that. No curse or destiny will bring her down like expected to do so.
"You understand then, no?" The vampire smiled devilishly down at her and kneels down onto his knee, to be at eye level with her. "Alandria, do you even recognize me?"
Alandria looked up at his gory, burned face and narrowed those emerald green eyes of hers. "How can I recognize someone such as you?"
"Heh," He smirked. "Let me make it much more visible to you then, my dear." Slowly, his skin, his flesh, his everything just began to clear up and form into a beautiful man right before her very eyes. The green goo, vanishing; the burned skin clearing. He was beginning to look normal. And then it hit her. Like a bat against the skull.
"It can't be," Her voice became soft; a low whisper. "Lorenzo…?"
"The very one,"
"But why? You were a great man! One of the many my father respected with his life! How could you sink to this level! Not only that, but…..I trusted you as well. How could you turn!" Alandria was able to raise her voice, as she wasn't able to earlier. The shock that one of her father's most trusted men backstabbed them all was shocking to her and something she didn't expect. Furthermore, she didn't expect such a man to be toying with her very life..
"None of that matters anymore, my dear. I am what I am and you are what you are. And that…is soon to be mine. For, I always thought your beauty was rather alluring and that rebellious attitude of yours was very tempting. You were far different from the female of our kind. They knew the term obedience as to where you did not; and still, you do not."
"You monster! Do not say 'our kind'! You are not of my kind!"
Lorenzo merely shrugged. A lazy shrug as his form began to decay back its original, horrendous, form. He stood before her, looking down at the chains keeping her pinned to where she is. "You will be set free tomorrow. Good luck finding your lifemate, child. Remember what will happen if you don't. Just remember.."
His voice trailed off as he took a step back and his body became more transparent and then he finally faded away.
A loud sigh escapes her lips. What she needs to do to break this curse is the exact opposite of what she wanted to do. She needs to embrace her true love with her slender arms; kiss him as if there's no tomorrow. And the final bond that will shatter this damned curse locked upon her: she needs to share the ultimate intimacy a true love can share with one another. They need to sleep together, and make love. Not have sex. Sex is completely different from love making. Love making is with the person you know you were meant to be with. And she needs to do this before her time runs out—and with the right person.
"I will not be bound to you or anyone, Lorenzo.." Those were her final words before a few shadows emerged from the ground, appearing in front of the trapped, Alandria. And for the rest of the night all that was heard in the area of anyone around were the high pitched screams of young female Carpathian.
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A/N: This was just the first chapters. Usually the first ones are never "Oh em gee! AMAZING!" You got to get the mood on them first. Or maybe I'm just making up a BS excuse? xD
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