Well here is chapter 2! I hope you enjoy it. I've begun to notice it has some of the same themes as True Blood so watch out for that. And as you can tell we don't stick to Stephenie Meyer's version of a vampire.
Chapter 2
As we walked inside the massive church I noticed several other people gathered closely together in groups. A small woman stepped out of the bunch as we approached a set of double doors. She was all smiles, displaying a set of pearly whites. Her hair was orange, sparkling as bright as the crayon in the fluorescent lighting.
"Hi," she greeted in a loud Alabama twang.
"Hello Lizzabeth," my family answered in return. I secretly rolled my eyes at her name. Yeah, her name was Lizzabeth NOT Elizabeth. When Mr. Black's wife, Sarah, died ten years ago he decided to downgrade to the dumb and fake. Lizzabeth's eyes sparkled and her lips, too big for her face, parted into a wide smile as Mr. Black appeared. He stood upon a raised stand.
"My friends! We are ready to enter now. But be warned, this thing is strong and WILL use vulgar language toward you and other humans, but just ignore it. The vile creature will have its' punishment soon enough. Once inside everyone is to sit calmly and I shall lead the service." My father's eyes twinkled in excitement as the doors spread open. Everyone filed in, starting in the back rows. My family and the Blacks hung back as the line moved forward. We were always last since we sat in the front.
As we walked in I gazed at the man tied to the church's alter. My body heat rose with the image of the man in front of me. He was tall and lean. His hair was bronze and stuck up in every direction. Along his arms, back, and pecs were tattoos of intricate swirls in black and blue that faded into a dark red solution, on his smooth alabaster skin, that indicated he was a man of the royal court. His toned muscles flexed as he fought against the chains that bound him to the table. I bit my bottom lip in lust and anger at the view. My eyes blinked back tears of rage as he shinning silver chains burnt his skin around his hands and feet. But he still fought. My hands clenched tightly closed as I tried not to cry, but against all of my efforts one lone tear escaped and slowly slid down my cheek. As if he sensed it, the vampire turned his head toward me. The man's deep amber eyes held my attention. His stare felt as if he was reading my most secret thoughts. A pinch on my arm awoke me from my musings.
"Bella, what are you looking at?" my mother asked. I thought quickly to myself.
"Nothing, just gazing upon a beast, Mother." She smiled, apparently my answer was satisfactory.
"My fellow people," Mr. Black yelled, gaining everyone's attention. "This creature is here today to offer himself to God!"
"I offer…nothing!" the vampire growled in pain and anger. His deep velvet voice caused me to shiver. Mr. Black laughed and pick up a short silver dagger that I knew so well. I grounded my teeth together as he stepped to the vampire and pressed the side of the blade to his stomach. The vampire hissed in pain. My eyes closed in disgust. I'd only been to three of these before ad each time I felt equally nauseous. Rage built up in me as Mr. Black lifted the knife and stabbed it into the vampire's leg, arm and stomach. The silver in the dagger coated the wounds, causing them to heal slowly, too slowly to stave alive. The blood flowed freely onto the table and floor. Laughs and cheers were heard from the audience as the vampire grunted and moaned. My conscience screamed at me to do something, anything. Mr. Black lifted the blade to inflict another wound as I gasped and fell to the floor.
"Bella!" everyone yelled together. I laid completely still and pretended to be passed out. My mother kneeled beside me and lifted my head onto her lap.
"This vile girl has caused this poor girl to faint!" Lizzabeth exclaimed to the curious audience. I slowly opened my eyes to the faces crowding around me.
"Bella dear, are you alright?"
"Yeah, sorry Mr. Black; I'm just feeling really weak. I don't think I'll be able to last through the service. Is there any possible way we can continue this tomorrow morning?" I asked, batting my eyelashes like a helpless child.
"Of course dear," he smiled and stood. "My friends, our dear Bella has fallen ill. We shall continue in the morning!" The people were quickly shuffled out the doors by Lizzabeth. "Leave the vampire there, Doug. It will provide us more time to weaken him." The big henchman merely nodded at the order.
"Here sweetie, let's get you home," my father said. I nodded as they helped me to my feet and began to walk me to the doors. When all attention was off me, I risked a glance at the alter and was met with the vampire's deep gaze. He slowly mouthed the words "thank you".
Read and review please!