My Sinful Desires
~Chapter 1~
Life was great. It really was! I was finally the age of 18, and getting engaged that summer to Lord Becket. My father, Dupree, had gotten a promotion at his job, which meant better pays. My mother, Janette, was about to have another child. My sister had gone off to college to get an education, and came back with a magnificent degree in arts. Life was great all around.
We all really enjoyed ourselves with constant parties and family outings to a ball or a dance. We would constantly make new friends and invite them over for dinner. This was actually how Lord Becket and I had met. Oh, how he was flattering with his luscious complements and intellectual knowledge. His light blond hair always seemed to come free of his low bow, and how his posture was one that could make any women in the world melt on the spot. He was purely magnificent.
How my older sister Karen loathed me for it. But she still encouraged me and promised that she would attend our weeding as my maid of honor. The entire family was excited for me, well, maybe not my dad soo much since he had wanted me to marry one of his business partners. But I had simply refused to be married off to a stranger. Instead I found one that I loved most dearly.
The wedding was a couple months away, and my mother was due soon. It was guessed that she was going to bear us another little girl, but I always hoped it was a boy. Father needed an heir to his spot, and my parents already had enough girls to attend to. But… No one ever really knew.
It was around October 20th in 1795 when the accident happened though. My family and Lord Becket were having dinner with a new couple, Lord and Lady Hartley, when the strangest thing happened. My father described it as if a fog had lifted beneath his eyes, and he went limp. He woke up in the house lying on the floor with blood dripping down his wrist. My mother lied on the floor dead and lifeless. My sister and Lord Becket the same as my mother. Luckily, I was not there to witness such an account.
My father seemed to go insane after that. He took to drinking and barricading himself in our living room. He rarely went to work, so I was forced to try and earn some money through my grieving. Happiness had vanished before my eyes. My entire life was turned upside down. My family was dead, my fiance dead, my father an alcoholic and abuser, life sucked! Why would my God bring such a hell upon me? I was ready to die on the spot instead of suffer the pain that ragged its way through my broken heart. I welcomed death like an old friend.
Once the year began to go on, and I wasn't able to support the house, my father became even more fiendish. He would come home from a day or night of drinking and smack me around. He would choke me, punch me, and slap me, anything that left a bruise upon my body that he cursed due to the fact I resembled my mothers. He was infuriated that I hadn't of died in my mother's place, and how much I reminded him of her. How I was unable to support the house, how I was just a complete failure in his eyes. He was ruthless.
He began to drag me along to his casino games at the local bars and gamble away. He might not have had much money… but he used me in its place. He would gamble me away for a night in a stranger's bed, and then redo the entire thing the next day. Sometimes I would get lucky and he would win, but it didn't happen as much as I would have liked it to have. I didn't have a choice but to follow his orders. If I refused then he would beat me then and there on the spot, leaving me with bruises and blood dripping from my face.
Just like now as I sit here watching my father gamble away, me by his side and dreading what was to come. Men stared at my exposed bodice and black laced dress that exposed every curve of my body, with hungry eyes. Some looked on in pity, and offered me a pat on the hand. But others would try and grab me, luckily my father allowed me to slap them away like buzzing flies. This was nothing like I imagined my life to be. Not in the least bit like I had dreamed of. Instead... it was my worst nightmare.
Without even the slightest reaction, I suddenly found a gun being pointed at my face by the other gambler who was supposedly accusing my father of cheating. My father hid behind me, putting me in the direct line of path. I have to admit, I can feel my heart beating a million miles a minute. Yes, I am scared. But why? I want to die, I hate this life! Just shoot. Please.
"Do it! I dare you." My father raged from behind me. The rather modest and clean shaven gambler looked at me with surprise, and confusion. It was as if he couldn't believe what his dark eyes were seeing. I mean, did he really expect otherwise? My father was just gambling me away! Do you really not expect him to let me take the bullet for him?
"Release me from this nightmare. Please..." I whispered to the stranger. the mans eyes became wide with surprise and a mixture of what seemed like apathy. But slowly it turned back to rage as his eyes caught my fathers who was peeping out from behind me.
"You are a sick man!" The gambler growled as he shoved his gun back in his pocket and stood up. "If you weren't using your daughter as a shield like a cowered I would have your guts for garters!" The man shot my father one last deadly glare that would have even the meanest sea captain cowering in the corner and left.
My father laughed as he jumped back out from behind me and began to grab up the money on the table with a hungry expression that was left from the game. People looked on with disgust and disappointment. One man, a blonde man who had his hair in a low hanging bow, his face a clean shave, and eyes brighter than the sun, gazed at me with a slight smirk. It was as if he was reading my mind. I stared back for a moment until a dazzling brown haired man with the same hair style, and slightly dimmer eyes, nudged the fellow and caught his attention. I snapped my head away as my father grabbed me up and dragged me out into the alleyways behind the bar.
Surprisingly no one was out here, not even a whore who could use a few bucks and a night off. It was dark and smelled like sewage. Rats ran hither and thither, hiding behind boxes from the ports. My father greedily counted up his money and then turned to me with dangerous eyes. He swiftly grabbed me by my hair and made me face him.
"Nice job in there, brat. We made almost forty bucks! I think we can earn a bit more tonight, don't you think?" My father grinned. I struggled to pull myself from his grip, but he held on. I wasn't about to go whoring myself about tonight. No! Not tonight.
"No! Father, please. Spare me this one night or damned be it all!" I exclaimed as I gave another yank away. My father's face grew sour and twisted with rage. With a quick movement of his hand he slapped my face, making my head snap to the left.
"You will do as you're told Amber, and I won't hear any more objections from you. Understood?" My father growled with an enormous raised eyebrow.
"No! I refuse this type of abuse. I'm done with your folly! Let me go and die in peace!" I cried as I pulled away. My father slapped me again and slammed be up against a dirty wall. He held my head in place as he grabbed me by his throat. "I'm not mother! And I cannot help it if I look like her. If anything you should be the one lying dead and lifeless in the cold earth with nothing but the bugs and maggots to keep you company! Damned be your unholy soul!"
"How dare you! You foul disappointment of a daughter! You will get your ass back in there and make us some more money. Or else I will have you beaten and fed to the fishes!" My father hissed at me as he went to raise his hand again to strike me.
But… it never came. I stood there, preparing myself for the painful sting of his massive brutal hand. But instead all I heard was a gasp of protest and my father was pulled off of me. I opened my eyes and saw the most horrifying sight that I had ever had the displeasure of watching, as if it had come straight from a horror novel. There was my father being dragged to the ground by the man that had smirked at me in the bar. He has his mouth against my father's neck and he was holding him tightly so he couldn't move away. My father cried out in pain as he clawed at the blond man who stared up at me with my fathers blood dripping from his mouth.
I gasped in horror as I pressed myself back up against the wall and tried to scream for help. But all that came out was a coarse squeak and a deep sob. I wanted to help my father, even if he was being a complete arse. I couldn't just stand idle by watching this... this thing! drain my father of his blood. And yet... here I stand. Unable to move and just gaze in horror. I don't believe what is happening, I have to help him! But I couldn't make myself move an inch. Just stand there in horror as the blond man dropped my father's lifeless body to the ground with a thump. The man licked his blood stained lips and he eyed me hungrily, and in a flash he was upon me. It was as if he moved in greater speeds than any human known to man.
The man pinned me to the wall, and with a quick movement sunk his teeth into my neck. Finally I managed to cry out as I tore at his masculine body, trying to pull the beastly man away from me. But it was no use. His perfumed body refused to budge. Instead I felt the life being drained out of me with a sharp pain ripping through my body. I felt my legs give out from under me, and my body go limp. But the man held me up with his arm around my waist.
Right when I thought he would suck the last drop of life out of me, he released my neck and looked me in the eye with a blood stained toothy grin. His teeth looked as sharp as razors, and they dripped with crimson blood. I couldn't help but stair petrified into his soul consuming eyes.
"Is this what you truly want? Do you like the pain of death? Or have you had enough?" The man asked with a slight laugh.
"Enough." I gasped as a stray tear ran down my now pale cheek. How did he know I wanted to die? Only the gambler who held a gun to my head could hear the words I uttered to him. Maybe it was the fact I didn't flinch while death himself was starring me in the face. Or was it that he had been watching me for a while? Either way I had no clue, and I suddenly understood how terrified I really was of dying... especially like this in the arms of... of this handsome beast!
The man let out another bone chilling laugh that had goose flesh crawling across my arms and back. "I thought so." He purred, and with a wave of his hand over my face. Instantly I felt my mind start to fade, as if a cloud had decided to block out the world… And everything went black. What was happening?
Okay, so this new story is based off of the book & movie "Interview with the Vampire" by Ann Rice. I decided to write it for fun, but I hope you enjoy it either way! ^~^ In advanced, sorry for any misspelled words and grammatical errors.
