Alfred sat alone in the ruins of Ashford castle, quietly reading a horror
novel. His breathing was soft and calm and he slowly scanned each page with
large blue eyes. Licking one finger and turning a page, he yawned and
wrapped his fingers around a small glass of wine. As he raised the glass to
his lips, noises in the rafters above him made him stop. Gently resting the
book face down on a table, he stood and looked up - his breathing
quickening in pace.
"Who's there?" He murmured softly, his voice barely above a strained whisper, fear clutching his heart. He froze in place as a gentle hiss was heard and then he began to retreat backwards. A soft object behind hit his elbow, and he turned to acknowledge the thing behind him.
"What the hell?"
Behind him stood a beautiful woman, smiling gently at him whilst blocking the door - his only way out. She wore a very tight top and a short skirt and had long black hair that seemed to blow with a gentle breeze. Her sharp- looking green eyes looked him up and down as her tight red lips curled into a smile. Alfred also noticed that her skin was extremely pale, giving her a very delicate look.
Stepping forwards, one arm extended towards the startled Ashford, she laughed gently and smiled. Alfred stepped back as her fingernails raked his jacket sleeve and then questioned her; "Who are you? What do you want?" Again she laughed that eerie and quiet laugh before replying simply, "My name is Leissa, and I don't want anything, Honey." She reached out and held the collar of Alfred's royal red jacket between finger and thumb whilst stroking his blond hair gently with the other hand. Alfred gulped slightly. "I can assure you that I'm not your 'Honey', Ma'am." He spluttered - suddenly nervous, "I'm just a mere - ah - person trying to read a book on a cold night."
Leissa laughed again and brought her face up close to his. She touched their noses together and kissed him softly on the lips, bringing their heads together with a gentle push behind Alfred's head. Alfred's first thought was to push her away and run, but when he inhaled the soft scent of her perfume he dismissed that thought immediately.
However, he did brake the kiss abruptly, staring at her with a hypnotised look in his eyes. "W-why are you doing this?" He asked her, gently bringing up both arms to her waist and embracing her. The mysterious Leissa smiled again and then grinned, revealing two huge fangs that were slowly sliding out of their sheaths.
Alfred gasped and brought up one hand so he could run one finger over the fangs. As he touched the wet and sharpened tooth, he drew blood, immediately drawing his hand back so he could suck lightly at the wound. Leissa took his injured finger from his mouth and placed it in her own mouth, lapping gently at his warm blood. When she had finished, she released his finger and placed her arms around him.
Many thoughts rushed through Alfred's mind - What was she trying to do? Why did she choose Ashford castle out of all the places she could have gone? What was it about him that appealed to her? - But all thoughts were again dismissed as she made him tilt his head sideways so that his neck was in full view to her.
She licked at his pale skin gently before kissing his neck gently. Alfred mumbled something inaudible before wincing in pain as she bit down gently. At first, the pain wasn't that bad as she sank her fangs deep into his neck, but when she was all the way in his neck and sucking gently, the incredible pain began.
Alfred tried to pull away, trying to scream, but she held on tightly - intent on bleeding him dry. This sent the young man into panic as he whimpered softly to her, "Please. Don't take my life. Spare me. I'll do anything."
She stopped and brought her fangs out of his wound for a second - licking the blood from her lips. "Anything?" She hissed, beginning to circle Alfred's lips with one long fingernail. Alfred shivered and nodded solemnly. She brought his head down slowly, whispering in his ear, "Are you willing to be cursed for eternity in exchange for your life?" Alfred gasped and then nodded again.
Leissa stepped back from him thoughtfully before raising her wrist in front of him. She ran one long fingernail down her wrist and watched as the skin broke, sending her own blood down her arm. Grabbing Alfred's head with the other hand, she guided his lips towards the wound. "Drink from me." She ordered, "Drink and your life will be spared." Alfred uttered a silent curse and then ran his tongue up her arm, catching the blood that had dripped down her skin. When he reached the wound, he closed his eyes and then opened his mouth around it. Leissa held her breath as he began to suck at the wound harshly, tasting the metallic taste of her blood.
Pulling him away from the wound, Leissa threw him back and onto his chair - where he lay in confusion. She sat on his lap and held his head against her chest, stroking the blond hair again. "I suppose you want to know why I'm here, Mr Ashford?" She hissed, making the suggestion halfway between a statement and a question. Alfred nodded again, only able to utter small sounds from his trembling lips. Leissa smiled warmly and held him in both arms, resting her head above his, before beginning her tale.
"Approximately 28 years ago, I came to this island to feed from the blood of the many guards and prisoners here. This worked well for many days as I bled many of the finest men dry, until I turned my attention to the butlers and maids that wandered your castle. Things back then were run by your father Alexander, so I was sure that I could get away with slaying a few tasty maids.
"However, I was soon stopped when two young and wily children ran from their rooms, chasing each other like a fox after a rabbit. I used my skills to attach myself onto the ceiling and wait whilst the two children fought. The youngest - by ten minutes - was the boy. I sensed that he had the sweetest blood out of the two of them and made it my goal to at least taste him before I left.
"So, that very same night, I crept into his room whilst he was sleeping and sipped some of his blood. I remember him whispering 'Nosferatu' softly whilst I drank, seemingly unaware of my feeding. I then left the island, satisfied for another year - so I thought. A few days later, I found myself craving the child's blood again, drinking from many more people than I should have in frenzy. But when I tried to return to the island, I found that I could not remember where the hell the island was. I have spent many years looking for it again and now I have found it." Leissa stopped and forced Alfred's head upward, "But now I find that the boy has grown into a fine young man. In other words, you are the boy I seek!"
Alfred found his voice again and gazed into her eyes. "You mentioned something about sparing my life. What did you mean by cursed?" He shifted his position and placed one hand over the two marks on his neck. Leissa closed her eyes and sighed, "I have drank only a tiny amount of your blood and you have drank my own cursed blood. You have become 'Nosferatu' like me. A vampire."
Alfred smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He stood up, picking her up as he did. "You mean you wish to spend an eternity with me?" He asked, playfully grinning at her. Leissa smiled and laughed, "Yes, yes! I love you Alfred!"
Alfred's smile turned into a sadistic grin as he pushed her - backward - onto a huge spike on one of the gargoyle statues. Leissa uttered a startled shriek of surprise, before slowly melting away as the spike pierced her heart. Alfred shook dust from his hands and murmured, "Say I do want to spend an eternity with someone. It would never be with you, Leissa."
He smiled and remembered the incident when he was ten. He had felt everything and known what she was and who she was for all these years. He had carefully bandaged up his neck wounds and told Alexia that he was just getting over a sharp cramp in his neck.
He laughed gently to himself and bent down to the remains of the vampire, "It could never be with you!" He gently picked up her remains and walked out of the castle and to the edge of the island, before throwing the ashes and clothing into the ocean. He then returned to the castle, intent on satisfying his blood hunger.
~ Okay people! I know I'm obsessed with writing stories about the Ashfords, but then again, my name wouldn't be 'ashford2ashford' if I wasn't! Someone's gotta do it! Anyways, I desperately want comments about this story, as it is the first serious and dark minded story I have ever written about Alfred Ashford! In the meantime, I am working on completing 'The Past', 'Ashford to Ashford' and 'The old face', so watch this space! Also look out for 'The Abomination' which is neither about Alfred nor Alexia, but about another Ashford that no one had even thought of writing about! Alexander Ashford! Thanks people for rating my stories! See y'all soon! ~
"Who's there?" He murmured softly, his voice barely above a strained whisper, fear clutching his heart. He froze in place as a gentle hiss was heard and then he began to retreat backwards. A soft object behind hit his elbow, and he turned to acknowledge the thing behind him.
"What the hell?"
Behind him stood a beautiful woman, smiling gently at him whilst blocking the door - his only way out. She wore a very tight top and a short skirt and had long black hair that seemed to blow with a gentle breeze. Her sharp- looking green eyes looked him up and down as her tight red lips curled into a smile. Alfred also noticed that her skin was extremely pale, giving her a very delicate look.
Stepping forwards, one arm extended towards the startled Ashford, she laughed gently and smiled. Alfred stepped back as her fingernails raked his jacket sleeve and then questioned her; "Who are you? What do you want?" Again she laughed that eerie and quiet laugh before replying simply, "My name is Leissa, and I don't want anything, Honey." She reached out and held the collar of Alfred's royal red jacket between finger and thumb whilst stroking his blond hair gently with the other hand. Alfred gulped slightly. "I can assure you that I'm not your 'Honey', Ma'am." He spluttered - suddenly nervous, "I'm just a mere - ah - person trying to read a book on a cold night."
Leissa laughed again and brought her face up close to his. She touched their noses together and kissed him softly on the lips, bringing their heads together with a gentle push behind Alfred's head. Alfred's first thought was to push her away and run, but when he inhaled the soft scent of her perfume he dismissed that thought immediately.
However, he did brake the kiss abruptly, staring at her with a hypnotised look in his eyes. "W-why are you doing this?" He asked her, gently bringing up both arms to her waist and embracing her. The mysterious Leissa smiled again and then grinned, revealing two huge fangs that were slowly sliding out of their sheaths.
Alfred gasped and brought up one hand so he could run one finger over the fangs. As he touched the wet and sharpened tooth, he drew blood, immediately drawing his hand back so he could suck lightly at the wound. Leissa took his injured finger from his mouth and placed it in her own mouth, lapping gently at his warm blood. When she had finished, she released his finger and placed her arms around him.
Many thoughts rushed through Alfred's mind - What was she trying to do? Why did she choose Ashford castle out of all the places she could have gone? What was it about him that appealed to her? - But all thoughts were again dismissed as she made him tilt his head sideways so that his neck was in full view to her.
She licked at his pale skin gently before kissing his neck gently. Alfred mumbled something inaudible before wincing in pain as she bit down gently. At first, the pain wasn't that bad as she sank her fangs deep into his neck, but when she was all the way in his neck and sucking gently, the incredible pain began.
Alfred tried to pull away, trying to scream, but she held on tightly - intent on bleeding him dry. This sent the young man into panic as he whimpered softly to her, "Please. Don't take my life. Spare me. I'll do anything."
She stopped and brought her fangs out of his wound for a second - licking the blood from her lips. "Anything?" She hissed, beginning to circle Alfred's lips with one long fingernail. Alfred shivered and nodded solemnly. She brought his head down slowly, whispering in his ear, "Are you willing to be cursed for eternity in exchange for your life?" Alfred gasped and then nodded again.
Leissa stepped back from him thoughtfully before raising her wrist in front of him. She ran one long fingernail down her wrist and watched as the skin broke, sending her own blood down her arm. Grabbing Alfred's head with the other hand, she guided his lips towards the wound. "Drink from me." She ordered, "Drink and your life will be spared." Alfred uttered a silent curse and then ran his tongue up her arm, catching the blood that had dripped down her skin. When he reached the wound, he closed his eyes and then opened his mouth around it. Leissa held her breath as he began to suck at the wound harshly, tasting the metallic taste of her blood.
Pulling him away from the wound, Leissa threw him back and onto his chair - where he lay in confusion. She sat on his lap and held his head against her chest, stroking the blond hair again. "I suppose you want to know why I'm here, Mr Ashford?" She hissed, making the suggestion halfway between a statement and a question. Alfred nodded again, only able to utter small sounds from his trembling lips. Leissa smiled warmly and held him in both arms, resting her head above his, before beginning her tale.
"Approximately 28 years ago, I came to this island to feed from the blood of the many guards and prisoners here. This worked well for many days as I bled many of the finest men dry, until I turned my attention to the butlers and maids that wandered your castle. Things back then were run by your father Alexander, so I was sure that I could get away with slaying a few tasty maids.
"However, I was soon stopped when two young and wily children ran from their rooms, chasing each other like a fox after a rabbit. I used my skills to attach myself onto the ceiling and wait whilst the two children fought. The youngest - by ten minutes - was the boy. I sensed that he had the sweetest blood out of the two of them and made it my goal to at least taste him before I left.
"So, that very same night, I crept into his room whilst he was sleeping and sipped some of his blood. I remember him whispering 'Nosferatu' softly whilst I drank, seemingly unaware of my feeding. I then left the island, satisfied for another year - so I thought. A few days later, I found myself craving the child's blood again, drinking from many more people than I should have in frenzy. But when I tried to return to the island, I found that I could not remember where the hell the island was. I have spent many years looking for it again and now I have found it." Leissa stopped and forced Alfred's head upward, "But now I find that the boy has grown into a fine young man. In other words, you are the boy I seek!"
Alfred found his voice again and gazed into her eyes. "You mentioned something about sparing my life. What did you mean by cursed?" He shifted his position and placed one hand over the two marks on his neck. Leissa closed her eyes and sighed, "I have drank only a tiny amount of your blood and you have drank my own cursed blood. You have become 'Nosferatu' like me. A vampire."
Alfred smiled and wrapped his arms around her. He stood up, picking her up as he did. "You mean you wish to spend an eternity with me?" He asked, playfully grinning at her. Leissa smiled and laughed, "Yes, yes! I love you Alfred!"
Alfred's smile turned into a sadistic grin as he pushed her - backward - onto a huge spike on one of the gargoyle statues. Leissa uttered a startled shriek of surprise, before slowly melting away as the spike pierced her heart. Alfred shook dust from his hands and murmured, "Say I do want to spend an eternity with someone. It would never be with you, Leissa."
He smiled and remembered the incident when he was ten. He had felt everything and known what she was and who she was for all these years. He had carefully bandaged up his neck wounds and told Alexia that he was just getting over a sharp cramp in his neck.
He laughed gently to himself and bent down to the remains of the vampire, "It could never be with you!" He gently picked up her remains and walked out of the castle and to the edge of the island, before throwing the ashes and clothing into the ocean. He then returned to the castle, intent on satisfying his blood hunger.
~ Okay people! I know I'm obsessed with writing stories about the Ashfords, but then again, my name wouldn't be 'ashford2ashford' if I wasn't! Someone's gotta do it! Anyways, I desperately want comments about this story, as it is the first serious and dark minded story I have ever written about Alfred Ashford! In the meantime, I am working on completing 'The Past', 'Ashford to Ashford' and 'The old face', so watch this space! Also look out for 'The Abomination' which is neither about Alfred nor Alexia, but about another Ashford that no one had even thought of writing about! Alexander Ashford! Thanks people for rating my stories! See y'all soon! ~