AN - Hello readers! Thank you so so much for finding my story. For those reading my other story (Blood Discovery) i promise I haven't forgotten about it. This idea was kicking around in my head and I had to get it out.
Heads up - this chapter is a summary of the setting. There is some mature content focusing around rape that is a bit detailed, so please be aware, I have written the flashback of this scene in italics near the end of the chapter.
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Lea
Lay of the Land
SPOV
September 2035
Eyes snap open. Check my shields. Still firmly in place, as they were when I died for the day. I take a moment to assess my immediate area. My range has increased magnitudes since my turning, but I only regularly monitor a five mile radius around my safe house.
I register nothing out of the normal for my area of New Orleans. I have secluded myself in the country side and taken every precaution of my surroundings, as Pam taught me. No one outside of her knows my resting place, and even she only knows the general location, not the house itself. I have never brought a blood donor here, and I have no plans to. My playthings are usually dealt with at the club, as are my other needs, in the private quarters.
My resting place is located in the countryside of New Orleans. Well, the swamp to be more specific. Locals know it as a cursed property, rumored for the ghosts, and monsters that have been sighted … according to the old folk tales. I thought it a suiting place for my needs, as it fit my depressed melancholy mood, and my interest to keep to myself. I also thought it a bit tongue in cheek to add a vampire to the list of monsters currently in residence on the large property. I haven't seen anything but a few shifters (who prefer the form of crocodiles and swamp birds more than their human one) and it entertains me to scare the few local teenagers who thought it a good initiation to send freshman onto my driveway.
There once was a quaint gravel road that ran right up the drive. You can still see the entrance and rotting mailbox from the old logging road. It has long since been covered in moss and swamp, thanks to Hurricane Katrina so many years ago.
I have been vampire for 25 years.
I have lived alone for 20.
I have never met my maker.
When I was human, I had this unrealistic idea that I could have it all. Friends. Family. Happiness. The sun, the moon, and the stars. I was even naïve enough to think I could have a happily-ever-after.
Growing up a telepath I had always struggled to find my own peace. Being labeled "Crazy Sookie" early in life severely impacted my existence in a small town such as Bon Temps. Funny how something so innocent (like a nickname) can impact the rest of your life.
Because of that nickname I didn't have my first kiss until I was 25. All of the boys in town thought I was too crazy to get close to. I remember I caught a guy in my high school thinking if it was crazy in a good way, like the "hot crazy scale", and perhaps I was some kind of nympho who was too slutty for the small town we lived in. I punched poor Bobby in the jaw that day, and to this day he still has no idea why. Everyone truly thought me crazy after that, and I gave up on trying to fit into the town of Bon Temps.
I graduated high school and began working as a waitress to help my grandmother, who I had lived with since I was 7. My brother lived with us for almost 8 years before he moved on, and has been living in a frat house down the street from a college ever since. Easy access to brainless bimbos, and a mediocre job in construction, and Jason was set for life as far as he was concerned. Poor Gran never forgave him for leaving, but chalked it up to his less than full-sized brain for his lack of compassion. She only lived a few more years before she passed on, and then I was truly alone. She died of natural causes, thank goodness, but the loss of her in my life still haunts me to this day.
It was about five years after Gran's death that I met my first vampire. Mr. William Compton. Oh, what a gentleman he seemed to be! His blissfully silent brain had me handing over a lot of "firsts" that I had once deemed sacred. He was also my first introduction into the world of supernaturals, so I suppose I should thank him for that. We started out innocent enough, just simple dates and spending time together. It truly seemed to be something out of a harlequin romance novel – minus the sex. I held out on giving him my virginity until the slimy bastard got his blood in me, and then I gave in pretty quickly. Funny thing, that manipulation.
I'm sure you're all dying to know why I am – well - dead. Or undead. Whatever the politically correct term is. Well you see that small cocked bastard William Compton decided that after proposing to me, it was time to drop the act of the southern gentleman. He slapped a ring on my finger, dropped fang, and lunged across the table to take me right then and there. He tore savagely into my jugular and I passed out from blood loss.
I woke up a few times during the massacre that was my death, as the pain ripped through my body. Bill turned into a talker during it as well, telling me all of his plans for me once he made me into his child, and eternal slave.
I am constantly consumed with fear that, that disgusting twat is alive, and waiting to call me to his side one day.
Because of the nature of my turning, I took longer to rise. Almost a week, but undoubtedly the longest 5 days of my existence. I came into consciousness slowly, as I felt my powers awaken and every cell of my body change.
It was excruciating.
Not because of the blood.
Not because of my telepathy quadrupling in power, size, and function.
No. It was excruciating because of the torture. The rips and tears into my flesh, only to have a wrist shoved in my face that I would refuse, so he would lather it on some of my other wounds making the turning take that much longer.
It was also excruciating because Bill also had the mindset that he did not want to turn a virgin.
My turning took awake my consent. My virginity; and my belief that everyone has good in them deep down. BILL did that, and I have scoured the planet looking for that motherfucker to lay down my revenge. As soon as I rose on the fifth night, I realized I had an emotional hole inside me. I went to Pam immediately, not knowing who else to turn to, and she informed me this hole should house the bond with my maker. Seems he did not want anything to do with me once he had his filthy fun, and I have lived these last 25 years looking for the sonofabitch to get the answers I deserve.
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September 2010
Finally the pain has stopped. I very cautiously flex my fingers as I feel the last of my humanity turn vampire. I started to become aware about 24 hours ago, and know that I have been buried for at least 2 days before that. It has given me time to mentally accept that I am no longer human, and never will be again. The war waging inside my mind at this realization was endless. Such sorrow and sadness I did not think I would ever rise. Heartache, and above all – betrayal. The last emotion was the driving force to me assessing the state of my body. The flashbacks of my turning had my heart clenching and my muscles flexing involuntarily.
FLASHBACK
"You will be the most obedient child Sookeh" Bill's grimy hands have torn my beautiful lavender dress from me, and I lay in the dirt covered in my own blood, sweat and tears. My eyes remain closed, as my limbs try to fight limply. Groping my breasts, he sinks his fangs into the flesh above my breast, tearing it downwards towards my nipple as he slurps my blood. I let out a watery scream.
"Such a savory treat, I will be sad that I can no longer feed from you" his dark chuckle is accompanied by his other hand scraping towards my last article of clothing, my white virginal underwear.
"No. Bill, please. NO." The mantra that has been on repeat from me ever since he attacked me in the restaurant.
He can't do this. I will meet the sun.
"My Sookeh, this was always your future. Ever since the first night you had my blood. You will be mine for eternity." Another bite into the flesh at my ribs, another painful sob. "But I do not want a virgin" he growls, as he tears away my underwear and sinks his fingers into me passage. More pain, another scream.
"NO. PLEASE NO. BILL, STOP IT. SOMEONE HELP ME" I scream it over and over. "PLEASE. PLEASE NO. DON'T DO THIS" Bill is repositioning himself as he grabs my flailing arms above my head and bites into the wound at my neck again. It is already torn open revealing my collarbone, and his fangs hit the bone as he slurps more of my blood into him. I feel him adjusting his clothes to free himself, as his other hand roughly forces my legs open for him.
Please. No. Not like this. I sob uncontrollably. I am helpless. Pain rips through me as Bill roughly enters me and tears through my hymen. He lets out a roar and the pain intensifies as he thrusts into me with vampire speed.
My fight gives out, and I submit to unconsciousness again.
I dropped fang. Still buried in the hole that creature left me in, waiting for my wounds to heal, I felt a sting in my gums and an elongated feeling in my teeth. Stretching. Thirsting. I want to touch them with my fingers, but I am still too weak to move. I knew I would need another full day or two in the ground before I would rise, and when I did I wanted a plan. I felt a gaping hole inside me that felt jagged, distressed and... stretched? This gave me a moment of relief, realizing the Bill would not be taking my body again before I rose. It also gave me rage, being that sadistic cruel fuck couldn't even be a decent maker. I quickly came to the conclusion that Fangtasia would be my best source of information, and I suppose I should check in with the.. Oh god … MY Sherriff.
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