1. Human
Anya lay awake tucked in beside Demetri. "Anya?" his voice a whisper. She didn't answer because she knew what he would ask. "Anya, talk to me. Please."
"Go back to sleep, Demetri. We'll talk about it in the morning," she insisted.
"Why the morning, why not now?" Anya's eyes welled up with tears.
"Please, Demetri. Don't do this. Not now."
"Why are you marrying that son of a bitch?" Demetri snapped at her. She got out of bed, her body covered by only the robe she had. She closed it, trying to cover her body.
"I don't love him," she said softly.
"Then why?"
"I must for my family."
"For your family? What have they done for you, Anya? Nothing. You owe them nothing."
"I owe them everything, Demetri. You don't understand."
"Oh, I understand very well." His voice was hard, cynical.
"I love them, Demetri."
"Don't you love me?"
"Of course I love you, Demetri."
"Then marry me, Anya. We can run away together." She shook her head.
"That's crazy, Demetri. I can't leave them hungry."
"I love you, you love me. Why does it have to be so difficult?" Anya doesn't answer but moves to the mirror. He got out of bed and pulled on his pants. She didn't ask where he was going but he left her there.
Every night, Anya would prepare for what would happen. She would see it coming but there was nothing she could do about it. He raped her. Every night. Beat her if she wasn't cooperating. She finds time to get away, to weep. What has happened to her life, she thought. She remembered Demetri, the way he would hold her. Kiss her. Her husband came back, his voice harsh.
"Take your clothes off." She didn't move. He smacked her across the face.
"Now," he hissed. Her fingers shook as she let the robe fall down her shoulders. And he fucked her. There was no love in his eyes or his touches. After he was finished with her, he left her there her body swollen. That night, however there was a strange man by the bed before she fell asleep.
"Anya," his voice immediately made her sit up.
"Would you like a new life, Anya? Away from your husband?"
"Who are you?" she shivered.
"That is none of your concern. All you need to know is your family won't go hungry and you'll be away from your husband."
"What do I have to do?" she whispered.
"It is simple, Anya." He moved closer to her, his lips brushing against her neck.
"Don't make a sound, Anya. This will hurt, just for a moment." Before she could answer his fangs bit into her neck. She clenched her teeth, trying not to scream. After a moment her neck felt numb and the pain disappeared. He pulled away and bit into his wrist. Putting his wrist to her lips she suckled on it. The man made a groan as she sucked the blood out of him. Reluctantly, she pulled away.
"Run, little Anya. Go," he murmured to her. She quickly got out of the bed and ran but immediately ran into her husband.
"Where are you going?" he demanded.
"Go back to bed," he scowled. She ignored him and he grabbed her shoulder. Hissing, Anya jumped on top of him and bit into his neck. Draining him of blood, she was surprised she still wasn't satisfied. But at that moment she was horrified at what she has done. Would her family truly be okay?
"Anya, little Anya." The man shook his head. Somehow, she was afraid he was angry with her. But then he smiled a pleasant smile.
"Go, my Anya. I shall come back to find you," he promised.
"I'll get rid of this mess," she nodded once and ran off.