A boy stared into the fire, in awe of its great power. The sun was going down and the air was already cooling off, a soft bite descending into the plain. He felt a certain jealousy towards the fire; It had a power that he lacked. A hand reaching out to him pulled him out of his concentration. She wanted him to dance. The drum beat sunk in as he shook his head, clearing his thoughts. He shook his head, no, in reply to the hand, but she simply smiled and grabbed his hand. Determined and fearless were his people, it was his turn to smile at her forwardness.
The people around him were swaying to the tribal drum beat, immersed in the spiritual freedom. A kinsman handed him a drink and he swallowed it quickly. The burn of the alcohol slid down his throat and furthered his confidence. Soon he had lost himself in the music and fell away.
He awoke to the sounds of snarling and screams. Wolves had descended on his village. He looked for a weapon and soon realized he had none, even the powerful fire had succumbed to mortality. Bodies of the young already laid sprawled on the ground. Ha gave an angry cry and started reaching for rocks to keep the beasts at bay. Everything was in a panic. Before long he had run out of rocks; Tracing his warrior markings he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes his decision was made, he charged at a wolf.
He kicked and punched furiously at the beast but he was too small and out matched. Soon the wolf was bearing down on him, and then he knew nothing. Death it seemed, had come to him, only he didn't know that half of it. His eyes opened but he felt nothing, empty. "What is your name?" It came from nowhere.
"Godric."
"My pretty baby," She cooed.
"What?" He whimpered, "Where am I, why am I not dead, is this death?" His eyes still closed.
"Oh, lovely, I am above death, I cheat it and now you have, too." Smiling she licked her lips, "You were delicious my love."
"What are you talking about?" Now his conviction was coming back.
"Godric, my price, we will now spend eternity together. We are devils, bringers of death, humanity is our garden. When I found you, death was surrounding you. Your people, dead. I saved you to be my lover. Are you not grateful?"
"Who are you?" He demanded, his thoughts working overtime he could not wrap around this. Since opening his eyes, he realized he was far from home. They were near the sea and she was beautiful though young, maybe even younger than himself.
She smiled, realizing now that she needed to be more patient. "I am your Queen, your wife. I made you."
"Vampire." The word trickled out of his mouth as realization occurred.
"Yes, baby. That is what they call us."
"What is your name?" Finally, he met her glance.
She pulled him into her lap, his body still limp as if he still hadn't realized that he could still move. "I am Asyria, my people are warriors, too. But I was taken from them, then abandoned. Now, you will be my child and lover." She thought for a second, "You need to feed. There are only a few hours before dawn and we have much to do."
She got up and waited for him to do the same. He blinked a few times before testing his wrists, then slowly yet steadily getting up. She laughed at how feeble he seemed, unaware of the power he now contained. Taking his hand she hurried along, searching out any human for them to feed on. Within an hour she found a small camp. "Stay here," She commanded and was gone before he could say a word. Moments later she was back with a child in her arms. "Can you see how sick this one is? She would have died painfully. Now she will never know it happened." Sitting the girl down she nudged her, "Wake up little one, look into my eyes." The girl did as she asked. "You are safe, soon you will be with your mother." The girl said nothing, she looked so empty to Godric.
"Now," Asyria said, "Take her. You smell the blood don't you? Follow your nature."
Godric stood, scared and confused. For a while he simply listened to the gentleness of her heart beat, feeling the pulling that must be hunger. He took in very detail of the frail girl. She had him so mesmerized he didn't even notice his maker was long gone to her own affairs. Slowly he reached for the girl, maybe seven, and rocked her in his arms. She was so pretty, even in her frailness. Softly he kissed her cheeks, his nose brushing her face as he found her neck. His fangs had slid out unnoticed by him till now. Finally hunger took over and he
bit her. She made a sound, but didn't fight back and soon she lay dead in his arms. Though he knew she was dead, Godric held her while he waited for his maker, as one would hold a sleeping child.
"What are you doing?" Asyria asked her son. He sat like a statue, unmoving and eyes blank.
"Where did you go?" He asked, looking up at her innocently.
"To find my dinner. Why are you holding her?" Her eyebrows arched as she stared, perplexed at her strange child.
"What else was would I do with a passed angel? Help me bury her. Surely we can not leave her in sight." He said, getting up with the girl still in his arms.
"Your making me jealous. When we sleep will you hold me like that? If I do you a favor will you return it?" Her eyes glistened playfully.
He brushed her aside, "I'm burring her. Then I wish to rest."
"Now, now," her smile gone, "You seem to have it all figured out don't you? I do not appreciate the disrespect Godric."
Bowing his head, he sighed. "Is that all you want me for?"
"I want you," she pressed up to his back, "Does that displease you?"
"I have respect for the dead. Let me bury her. We have eternity for whatever it is you want." He turned and started to dig, the girl placed carefully down next to his work.
"You have no interest in being my child, but tomorrow, you will do as I say, my spoiled son." Giving in to his will, she began to dig as well. "I see now why you have so many markings. You were brave and strong willed, even if you were still a child."
As the sun sank on Godrics second day he began to stir. Asyria was wrapped around him in a hole in the ground. To his mild surprise he didn't mind. He nudged her gently.
"I'm awake. I have been for a while. You looked so peaceful, I didn't wish to disturb you."
He blushed, "You should have woke me, must we sleep like this?"
"Do you mind it, no, we don't but I quite liked it." She looked down, disappointed in herself for telling him the truth. "You can dig your own hole tonight, if you must."
"Hey," He lifted her chin up, "I'm sorry I was so grumpy. How long have you been a vampire?"
"A few hundred years." She said her eyes far from meeting his.
"So understand that I may need a while to adjust to what we are. Would you care to explain it to me more now?"
"If I must, what is it you wish you know?"
His eyes twinkled, "Lets make a deal. Every explanation you give me, i'll give you a kiss in return." He watched as her eyes brightened to match his playfulness. "What hurts us?"
"Sun light. Stakes, silver, being drained of blood and being decapitated. Those are the things that can kill us, I should say. Many things can hurt us, but only those things will kill us. Now, your turn." Her fangs flashed.
"First, lets get out of this hole." She nodded and had them out in seconds. Then, needing no introduction, she had her arms around him, holding him close. So close he could feel her breath, almost hot on his neck. She was so bold, he had to smile. Just like his people had been. He kissed her softly. She growled, but he pushed her back slightly. "Your turn." Godric said, sitting on the ground, letting her fall into his lap. "Tell me what you did to the girl last night?"
"I glamoured her. Took control of her mind. I'll show you how to do it. Was she delicious?"
"Come here," He tilted her chin up the kiss her, "Yes. Now, tell me about you."
"No." She looked away.
"Hey," His eye brows crossed. "What happened to your eyes?"
"Blood tears. We dont have water in our bodies anymore." Though her head was resting on his shoulder he could feel how tense her body was. He shifted her weight so he could kiss her again, longer this time but sweetly to ease the pain his question had caused.
"What do we do now, my queen?" Godric asked pulling back a little.
"No," she said quickly, "I want you to know. Before I forget." As she went to wipe the fallen tears he stopped her and licked them gently away, eliciting a smile from her. "Where I came from, I was not loved. My mother wanted a son and my father wanted neither of us. She taught me how to be helpful than ignored me. When my brother was born, to everyone, I did not exist. Finally one day my mother dressed me up and put decorations in my hair. I was so confused. Until I saw the man waiting outside. Without a word my family had sold me away." She stopped.
"Lets go feed. That is over, my love. I am here to love you now. Teach me what to do." Godric swayed her attention from her tears. She said nothing, so for a while he sat there, holding her. Finally she straightened. Up in a flash, she pulled him with her.
"Tonight, you find the humans." She smiled. "Lets see what my warrior can do."
"How?"
"Smell and listen." Asyria closed her eyes and tilted her head back. He followed suit. Soon he had her hand and was getting his new super speed down.
"Here," he growled, stopping maybe a mile from a village. "They are close. You never told me how to glamour."
"I'll show you when we find our humans. Follow my lead from here."
For the first time he noticed how beautiful her dress was. Nothing like the shabby pants he wore. They were both blood stained. "Wait, how will we deceive them? We both look like the monsters we are."
"The town is asleep, love. They notice nothing, they do not want to. Trust me."
