Cursed of the Damned

Book 1: The Awakening

L. Jaque

Yuki's P.O.V

Foreboding

~My dreams are but recollections of my past I can neither control them nor alter them.~

Sadie was seated in her red recliner chair with a grim look on her face she was silent for a long time. I was almost unsure if I should even protest at this point, she would do whatever she wanted regardless of how I felt.

" In the beginning of time, there were three types of Mani*: The Perfeysians*, The Icodelz* and The Vedilz*. During this time there were originally two types of worlds that The Mani lived in : Zelramel*and Decinopia*."

I opened my eyes, as the memory of Sadie telling me a legend eons ago started to drift away from my eyes. Back then I didn't believe her strange legend, just assumed it was somewhat of a drunken ploy of some sort to scare me into doing something for her. I do not dream often, never had enough imagination until now. My dreams aren't of things the subconscious is telling me, but of involuntary memories which remind me of how I wasted my life. I never wished for change just as long as I had Sadie telling me what to do for the rest of my life; I'd be a shell of a person, but I would be fine eventually. I had no extraordinary skills that would help me now just the ability of being book smart, and chores. I looked around the cold and dimly lit room it was the same as it has been for so long that I've lost track of time. The coble stone walls oozed black liquid, the vines and moss grew atop of one another like lovers as they encircled the room from the ceiling to the floors. I could only see very little the light as the only source of light was from the torches that seeped through the cracks of the door and the small barred window on the very top the door. I listened carefully to double check the time, if I heard shuffling, different voice and the door was wide open it was late afternoon. In the early mornings I'd hear even stranger things of murmurs, chains rattling, iron bars banging and evil sounds that I would rather not know who or what it belonged to. At night I'd hear the snoring of whichever solider guarded my door, and the loud dripping of water from the cells next to me. I could hear the shallow breathing, the familiar snoring pattern of Titan the eldest solider. I looked down in front of me to see a pile of unidentifiable substance that smelled editable, my mind drifted toward other thoughts. Out of habit I had an insensible urge to clean the whole room, almost did if it weren't for my restraints. I pulled at the metal links around my arms; they barely even made a sound. My mouth felt of sand paper as I tried to call for the guard that was asleep. I relentlessly continued to pull at both the chains around my hands and feet, until I smelled him creep into the room. I was as still as a statue as he walked with grace, careful not to wonder off out of my line of vision. He wore a long rob the color of blood that swept the floor as he walked with his hood pulled forward hiding his face. I held my breath, kept my head low, averting my eyes, and thinking of unimportant repetitive things.

"Tell me where your Perfeysian is" His voice was like a ray of authority, I couldn't help but quickly look up. Before I could look down, he had pulled back his hood and his crimson eyes had met my frozen eyes.

My stomach grumbled slightly breaking his hold on me long enough for me to quickly look down at the slop of food again. I tried not to think of his pale skin like snow, his eyes were velvet, his beautiful long locks of black smoke. He was the perfectly alluring beast, we were the same type of Mani, but my human side was falling under his glamour. He grabbed my hand quicker than the sound of light, to my horror he broke my index finger and again I met his eyes. He smiled at the display of pain and fear that danced on my face and twisted the broken finger. I bit my lip, muffling my whimpering; while I closed my eyes shut and hid the pain from him. He sighed with boredom as he wrapped his fingers around the neighboring uninjured finger, ready to break it at any given moment.

"I still remember the first time you said you loved me, Kaname!" I choked out as he began tearing my index finger and he quickly halted.

I could feel his eyes on me, carefully I opened my eyes to see his were dilated the way they do whenever I struck a nerve. He blinked a couple of times, shrunk away from me slowly towards the tray of food and wordlessly fed me. I dared not speak another word; I needed him to feed me, so I return to my dream land; a place where he cannot hurt me.

"I did, a long time ago, Yuki" He finally broke the silence.

I quickly held my breath and braced myself. I could smell him lighting a cigarette with one hand, held the tray in the other as the smell of burning tobacco irritated my nose. I waited for his anger to finally explode. I always found it odd that he would dress in sophisticated attire almost like a king of the 13th century and yet ruin it with modern day cancer sticks. He hissed at me with distaste, as he began invading my thoughts and nearly suffocated me with smoke that served as a distraction so he could get past my mental barriers. There was always that assumption that mind reading is like a trance feeling, it's really not. Having your mind read is like someone ripping wound wide open just when it started healing again.

"I gave you a home, wealth, safety and fought for you. You whored around with that disgusting Perfeysian slave of yours instead."

He ripped further into my mind as he spoke angrily each word seemed to be branding into my thoughts. I cried out which only caused him to become even more infuriated. He grabbed my face so hard; I thought he would crush my skull with his bare hands. He released me once I had quieted and then sliced open the side of my cheek.
"Did you conveniently forget that significant detail, my love?" He smiled as he licked the glistening gold liquid off of his retracted talons.
It was revolting to watch him lick my blood until the last ounce, but it was like watching a train wreck, hard to look away. I watch as his body shiver like a drug fiend, his eyes were heavy with desire as he savagely drunk from my open wound. I could only idly watch him bury his fangs into my flesh to help the blood flow more evenly onto his incisors and tongue. I feebly tried pushing him back but the chains held my arms too far back out of my reach and I grew weaker as he continued suck from the wound.

"Please, Kaname." I begged helplessly.

"Some prophecy you turned out to be for mutt race you're supposed to save." He whispered smugly as he watched me growing weaker by the minute.

My sight became a foggy haze, he pushed himself several feet away but he was already too late. I could only fight but for so long before my body went back into sleep mode. I heard Kaname try to wake me but I was too far gone to be bothered. My body had begun shutting down; it was unable to portray any draining sensory responses. The dream started like every other dream I've had, like a shattered memory but so captivatingly real that I wanted to stay in this imperfect wonderland for an eternity.

Mani*-(ma-knee) Magic wielding creatures

Perfeysian*-(per-fay-gee-in)- small Elf like Fairies

Izodelz-(Ice-oh-dill- s)- Vampires

Vedilz- (Veh- Dill-s)- Demons

Zelramel-(Zell- Rah- Mell)- heaven

Decinopia-(Deci- no- Pee-uh)- Fairy world