A/N: In this story, the word "Sanguine" is used in relation to the old
French/Latin meaning, "bloody", or in this context, "bloodthirsty one", the
name the vampires in this story have adopted.
A movement out of the corner of my eye...as I turned, I caught a glimpse of something out the corner of my eye...a pale, humanoid figure.
The next second, glaring red eyes, so sinister chills ran up my spine, caught my own. For a second that was an eternity, the eyes held me, and inside me a distant voice screamed at me urgently to look away, to close my eyes. The voice disappeared, and nothing existed except the cold, red eyes...
"Be silent. Sit, and do not move," a cold voice hissed.
Odd...the creature had not spoken aloud... yet the voice chilled me to the bone. Maybe I'm going crazy; voices in your head are definitely not a good sign...
I tried to call out, except that no sound came out... The figure chuckled, the sound piercing my heart like thousands of tiny needles.
"You still have not learned. It is foolish to try and resist..."
With a start, I realized that I was sitting, and quite unable to move my mouth, or, for that matter, any other part of my body. The figure chuckled again.
"You are ready for the first segment of your transformation. But do not think you are even close to one of the Sanguine..." The voice had an odd way of speaking, a constant hiss that somehow shaped itself into words. And there was the fact that it seemed to come from inside my own head...
The figure suddenly lowered itself, latching onto my arm. A cruel grin spread across its lips as his head lowered, fangs bared.
As I realized its intention, I squirmed as hard as I could, trying to push myself away from this fearful apparition. All in vain; my body would not respond to my commands. Fanged teeth buried into my arm, and a scream tore itself out of me. Except that no sound came. The figure sucked, and my blood flowed. Agony beyond anything I had ever felt before tore through my body, along with a curious feeling as all the blood in my body rushed towards my open wound, into the pale mouth.
Stars burst across my vision, my lungs burned for oxygen and my heart began to slow in beating as I lost more blood than my system could handle. Finally, the apparition tore away, licking his fangs. I tried to look at my arm, but my head would not move. The pale figure raised his own wrist to his mouth, puncturing it with his long, razor sharp fangs, equally as white as his skin. Blood began to flow out of the vein; not human blood, dark blood, black as midnight. The wrist was shoved into my mouth.
"Drink." The voice commanded.
My mouth opened itself of its own accord, and I sucked hungrily on the wrist. Even as my body was dying, I had no chance to do anything. All that mattered was the wrist; that I keep drinking.
Distantly, I watched myself, watched my body suck hungrily on the pale wrist, watched as my body died. My body lost its energy, unable to hold on to the wrist any longer, or to even sit upright. I fell to the floor with a distant thump, my vision started to fade. I watched, unable to do anything, heard my own death rattle in my ears, before everything faded.
A movement out of the corner of my eye...as I turned, I caught a glimpse of something out the corner of my eye...a pale, humanoid figure.
The next second, glaring red eyes, so sinister chills ran up my spine, caught my own. For a second that was an eternity, the eyes held me, and inside me a distant voice screamed at me urgently to look away, to close my eyes. The voice disappeared, and nothing existed except the cold, red eyes...
"Be silent. Sit, and do not move," a cold voice hissed.
Odd...the creature had not spoken aloud... yet the voice chilled me to the bone. Maybe I'm going crazy; voices in your head are definitely not a good sign...
I tried to call out, except that no sound came out... The figure chuckled, the sound piercing my heart like thousands of tiny needles.
"You still have not learned. It is foolish to try and resist..."
With a start, I realized that I was sitting, and quite unable to move my mouth, or, for that matter, any other part of my body. The figure chuckled again.
"You are ready for the first segment of your transformation. But do not think you are even close to one of the Sanguine..." The voice had an odd way of speaking, a constant hiss that somehow shaped itself into words. And there was the fact that it seemed to come from inside my own head...
The figure suddenly lowered itself, latching onto my arm. A cruel grin spread across its lips as his head lowered, fangs bared.
As I realized its intention, I squirmed as hard as I could, trying to push myself away from this fearful apparition. All in vain; my body would not respond to my commands. Fanged teeth buried into my arm, and a scream tore itself out of me. Except that no sound came. The figure sucked, and my blood flowed. Agony beyond anything I had ever felt before tore through my body, along with a curious feeling as all the blood in my body rushed towards my open wound, into the pale mouth.
Stars burst across my vision, my lungs burned for oxygen and my heart began to slow in beating as I lost more blood than my system could handle. Finally, the apparition tore away, licking his fangs. I tried to look at my arm, but my head would not move. The pale figure raised his own wrist to his mouth, puncturing it with his long, razor sharp fangs, equally as white as his skin. Blood began to flow out of the vein; not human blood, dark blood, black as midnight. The wrist was shoved into my mouth.
"Drink." The voice commanded.
My mouth opened itself of its own accord, and I sucked hungrily on the wrist. Even as my body was dying, I had no chance to do anything. All that mattered was the wrist; that I keep drinking.
Distantly, I watched myself, watched my body suck hungrily on the pale wrist, watched as my body died. My body lost its energy, unable to hold on to the wrist any longer, or to even sit upright. I fell to the floor with a distant thump, my vision started to fade. I watched, unable to do anything, heard my own death rattle in my ears, before everything faded.