This is for Kurdasgirl, who kindly asked me to write something about her favourite character:) I didn't really know what you expected, so I hope you like this.Because it's more a story than a drabble(and I might write on) I posted it separately. Sad and romantic;) My version of why Kurda became a vampire. Review if you want more chapters.
-"Come on Kurda, dance with me!" she said, her eyes twinkling in the light of the fire. He smiled and she took his hand, pulling him out of his chair, then holding him tight for a moment.
-"You have not danced during all the evening," she whispered in his ear, the words closely followed by a tender kiss. "Dance with me darling..."
He sighed, but then decided to do as she wanted. It was not that he didn't like dancing, he loved to dance, but the rumours he had heard this morning still worried his mind.
He looked secretly at her, his beautiful Jasmine, with hear darker than night and eyes so blue they seemed to be parts of the sky. She smiled, as always, and the light of the fire gave her cheeks a red lustre. He shook his head, no, the rumours could not be true. How could this wonderful being ever cheat on him?
And with that he pushed the dark thoughts aside and led her into the dance. Moving like two elves of night they danced together in total harmony, ensnared by love in the glow of the fire.
After much too short time Jasmine released herself from his grip and excused herself.
-"I don't feel really well, too much wine perhaps," she said while looking at him with a disappointed look in her bright eyes. "I think I'll sit down a little..."
-"It's alright," he answered, smiling. "Do you want me to get something for you? A blanket, or something hot to drink? It's quite cold when you're not near the fire."
-"Thank you Kurda, that would be great." She kissed him light on the cheek, making him all warm inside.
-"Everything for you love," he answered and turned around. She sat down near the fire and he walked towards their house. He had made it himself, and was really proud of it. It made him more than just a poor boy, he had a house, some land and a little of money he had gained by working on fields nearby. When he asked Jasmines father for her hand, he would be a good match.
He opened the large, wooden door and stepped inside. The house (well, it was more a cottage actually) smelled cosy of pinewood and resin, the remains of the kitchen fire glowed in the dark.
He quickly lighted a candle and poked up the fire, before putting a pan of water on the cooking stones. Then he sat down, waiting for the water to boil. Outside the sky now was black, with only a small streak of orange above the trees in the west. He still heard the music behind the hill, and sighed happily. Life couldn't get better.
Outside, in one of the great pine trees, a creature of the night watched the blond man. The boy was interesting, fair and beautiful, but with sadness in his heart. Though he had a dark side too, if you could even call it dark. The vampire scented in the air. The boy was strong, and would do whatever was needed to get to his goal, as long as he believed in it. Very interesting indeed. He would make a good vampire, if not... he scented again. Yes, that was right, the boy seemed to dislike blood! How amusing...
The creature smiled, he would not let anything stop him. In his mind, the blond boy was already his assistant. The only problem was to convince his victim of the same.
When the water boiled, he lifted the pan off the fire and made tea of mint and citrus in two wooden cups, and put in two large spoons of honey. Then he walked back to the fire, careful not to spill anything of the hot, sweet-smelling liquid.
She was not there.
The spot were he left her was empty, and he looked around, astonished. If she was too tired to dance, then why had she left? A dark feeling in his stomach started to grow, spread to every inch of hos body and made him feel like he was made of ice.
He put down the cups and started to walk around the fire, trying to ignore the angsty feeling. She must have a reason to leave. Maybe someone had taken her home because she felt really bad, or she was just somewhere and he had missed her.
He made his way trough the crowd and looked everywhere, and with every breath he got colder, even if he tried to remain calm. His legs felt thin, like they could let him fall every moment, and without noticing it his steps got faster and faster. At least he almost ran, but stopped when he reached the spot were he started. She was not here.
He asked his neighbours, friends, other villagers that danced and laughed around the fire, but no one knew were she was.
Jasmines father sat before the fire and waved happily at him with his pint of beer, but he shook his head when Kurda asked where Jasmine was.
-"Ask Caira, she should know." he said and pointed vaguely into the crowd. With a sigh Kurda turned around and went to search for Jasmines friend. He found her in the arms of her own lover, and at his question she just pointed into the forest with an annoyed gesture.
Suspicious he walked to the nearest trees. What business did Jasmine have in the forest? The rumours he had heard last morning were now clear in his mind, and no longer seemed so stupid. He took some steps under the trees. Immediately a feeling of being watched came over him, and shivers ran across his back. As silent as he could he walked on, and soon he heard someones breath takes. No, not someone, two persons!
Not able to bear the pressure anymore, he ran forward and came into a small glade, the moss covered ground glowed like silver in the moonlight. He froze in one step, not able too believe what he saw, even if it was the one thing he had feared all the time. Underneath one of the great willow trees, a girl with raven black hair lay, kissing a boy with red hair, with a passion that filled the whole glade.
His hands ran trough her hair, tenderly stroke her cheeks and (Kurdas cheeks blushed) licked her neck down to her neckline, and yet further down. She bit his ear playfully and held him tight against her body, exploring him with her hands. Neither one of them noticed him, standing on the other side of the glade and feeling his heart burst in pieces with every beat.
They say that you cannot feel grief with your body, but while Kurda stood there and watched his love kiss another man, he felt like red hot knifes were stabbed into his body, again and again. His heart screamed, and tears ran slowly over his cheeks. He could feel how his world fell apart, and he saw her smile at her lover at the same moment he knew. He knew he couldn't live on. Not...now. Not with this.
Without feeling his feet move he turned around and walked back into the forest. The trees above his head whispered about his love, he heard them. She betrayed you...betrayed you...all the time...she didn't love you...she is not yours...
He didn't react when the man walked towards him, each step graceful like a cat.
He didn't answer when the man asked him if he wanted to become a creature of night, one of the undead. He didn't even shiver when cold, white fingers took his hand and led him deep into the forest. Green eyes watched him without emotion, then the cold hands pushed him down on the forest ground. The vampire landed beside him and without saying a word he put his arm around the blond boy. Kurda let his head sink down on the vampires lap, and felt fingers play with his hair. It was calming, just laying there, feeling someones hands on his head, not feeling anything except for the grief that filled every part of his being.
They sat like that for a very long time, the vampire and the thin shell that once upon a time thought life was perfect. First when it was only some hours left for dawn, the creature of night let go of Kurdas hair, and took his hands instead. Slow and full of reverence the vampire cut his young apprentice's fingertips.
Kurda shivered and shook his head, then stared at his bleeding fingers. The sharp pain had cut trough his trance and he stared in terror at the man at his side. But the man with green eyes and hair whiter than snow just smiled while he took one of Kurdas fingers and with an almost tender movement licked off some of the blood, tasted it and then smiled again. Caught like a mouse in a snakes eye, Kurda stared at him, waiting for the next move. Suddenly, the man pinned him to the ground and pushed his fingertips against Kurdas. One moment nothing happened, but then Kurda felt the blood flowing. He screamed, for it felt like his body was on fire, it had to stop, please! But suddenly his scream was broken off. A pair of lips pushed against his own, and made him unable to let out a sound. When he thought he was going to choke, the vampire let go and mumbled in his ear:
-"Keep still, or I'll do it again. We cannot let someone hear us now," he hissed. "Are you a man or what? Then stop screaming..."
Kurda swallowed his scream and bit his lips, not allowing any sound to slip from them. The vampire grunted and kept on pushing their fingers together. The feeling running trough Kurdas body was indescribable, he even forgot his grief because the pain filled him totally, not leaving space for anything else, until he felt how he was going to explode if this didn't stop. Without wanting it a small squeak came from his lips, the world started to turn around and all he saw were those green eyes... cold...green...eyes... and then... darkness...
So, that was it. The vampire that blooded Kurda was my OC, and I hoped you liked him. This is quite a while ago, in the 18th century, and Kurda is like 20 years old. Review.
