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Ships of Time is still my main priority and Chap 16 is well under way.
My own vampire lore.
Disclaimer: Don't own the names of glee characters.
Dedicated to BetTheDuckIsInTheHat
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VAMP VERSE.
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Spain. 1670. Basque region. .. Well she better be.
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She had awoken to pitch darkness, you know the sort, the type you found only deep in the countryside, that enveloped you and had a thick texture you could bite.
She blinked a few times just to make sure that by some cruel twist of fate she hadn't in actual fact gone blind.
"Nope." She thought to herself, "Definatly not blind."
She registered she was led flat on her back and the surface underneath was hard and unforgiving. It bit into her ass and her shoulder blades. She shifted uncomfortably, her knuckles grazing against rough timber.
What the hell?
Kicking her heels, she heard the dull thud. Fumbling in the dark, she felt her surroundings.
She was in a box.
An oddly familiar shaped box!
Being buried alive was one of her greatest fears, that, and paper cuts on her eyes.
She began to panic.
"Oh my God! Oh God! No no no no no NO! OH GOD!"
She shoved her palms out in front of her, hard, the timber splintered like kindling. She clawed her way through the loose earth, tearing back the sheet that covered the hole and hauled herself onto the solid loam above. She crawled as far as she could until she collapsed face first into the ground.
Her stomach twisted, excruciatingly. Retching, she raised herself on her hands and knees, her raven hair falling around her face like a veil. Her fingers dug into the tender, damp earth as she heaved the contents onto the grass.
Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, she thought,
Classy Lopez. Real classy.
Falling back on her haunches, she let out a low moan. The brightness of the night hurt her eyes and everything was so damn loud. She swore she could hear the grass growing and the rapid heartbeats of the small woodland creatures that burrowed deeper into their nests.
She felt hung-over.
She wondered if she had gotten rip-roaring drunk, as she was want to do, and Hudson had played some terribly distasteful prank.
She was going to make him rue the day he was ever born!
She drew her tongue over her teeth to get rid of the taste of vomit and winced when she nicked the tip of it. Perplexed, she gingerly drew her thumb over her incisors and canines.
Yes, there it was, two of them were definatly longer and sharper.
She huffed pensively into the crisp night and realised that no mist had appeared. She breathed onto her cold hand, just to be sure. When no droplets formed, she hurriedly checked her pulse at her wrist. Finding none, cold tendrils crept up her spine as the realisation slowly dawned on her.
She was dead!
But evidently she wasn't.
She racked her brains. She remembered the strange girl with hair spun like gold, skin that reflected the moonlight and hypnotic, bright blue eyes that sparkled as she imagined the King's Crown Jewels to shine.
She distinctly remembered a kiss that had caused her body to fizzle and pop.
She had stood, stunned, and when she had come to her senses the mysterious stranger had vanished.
There was something else. Something that hung at edge of her memories like a cobweb caught on her face, she could feel it but she could not see it. Every time she reached out, it peskily blew from her grasp only to return to tickle and taunt her.
Her ears pricked as two voices drifted towards her.
They spoke English, a language she knew she had never learned but some how she strangely understood as if it was second nature.
The first was deep and the second was smarmy, haughty and instantly annoying.
"I don't understand why you turned her!"
"Mr Lynn, don't you worry your pretty little head over such details."
"She looks like trouble!"
"That tiny little thing shall be no trouble at all. As you know I am the undisputed Puppet Master!"
"We don't need another seductress. What we need is Brittany!"
Wait a second, were they talking about her?
She was not a harlot! A flirt yes, a tease maybe, it wasn't her fault she was flawless and had many suitors, but a harlot she was not!
She took offence to that. No in fact, she took the fence, the gate and the whole Goddamn meadow!
Who did they think they were?
The smarmy voice continued,
"In 30 odd years how close have we come, hmmm? We are always one-step behind, and how long until that old babbage Charlotte loses control of her completely? At least this way we can sit back and relax."
"Sebastian, I don't understand."
"You saw what happened! It may take a decade or so but once she senses her, and trust me she will, she shall come looking for her and when she does, I'll be waiting. Until then I have the perfect use for our Latin acquisition. And I would prefer to be in the comfort of my own home rather than traipsing across the Continent.
"Who will come? Charlotte?"
"No, her offspring, you oaf." There was a pause, "Nobody can ever say I turned you for your superior intellect."
Sebastian?
Lynn?
Those names rang a bell. Slowly her memories began to filter through.
Once she had broken from her stupor, she had picked her way to the bustling local tavern, demanding of the barkeep a flagon of mead just to calm her nerves. She had spoken to Hudson and a few others, enjoying the odd tipple here or there. She had gone to the bar to order another and had rather loudly asked if the mystical blonde had taken lodgings there, being it was the only boarding house she could think of in her drunken state and the girl obviously wasn't a native.
She had found her answer in two gentleman hidden within the dark recess of an alcove. One in an officer's uniform and the other dressed like some low ranking noble. They were both devilishly handsome, enough to make a girl swoon, if you were into that sort of thing.
She hadn't thought it strange as such people tended to pass through all the time, thinking it was the perfect place to sow some wild oats before buggering off of back to where it was they came from.
There were plenty of Fatherless children running around
Who was she to judge and begrudge someone of their entertainment?.
Sebastian, the one with the air of faux nobility and the sly voice had told her that the blond was a friend of theirs and they knew where she was staying and they would accompany her if she liked.
Against her better judgement she had left with them, when she thought about the Lynn person had been staring at her like a pot roast, she had unsteadily clambered into their awaiting carriage.
That's when things became a bit blurry.
She had just experienced the most mind-blowing kiss of her entire life and then promptly died.
Now she understood that curiosity had most certainly killed the cat.
What kind of an asshole did that to a girl?
She was confused, grubby and in dire need of a drink. Needless to say, Santana Lopez was pissed and there would be hell to pay.
She shook her head, dislodging grains of dirt from her dark, thick hair and wiped the excess mud from her petticoats. At least her Father had had the good sense to bury her in her Sunday best.
"Ah," came the annoying voice, "I see you are awake!"
The young man wearing a dark blue jacket and white breeches, she recognised as Sebastian, swung himself around her Mothers carved angel as if caressing a dancer.
"Get down! Have you no respect for the dead?" She demanded.
He chuckled darkly,
"Ryder, did you hear that? The one has a sense of humour!"
She could hear a high-pitched giggle from the shadows. Sebastian jumped down from the monolith with a grace that made him seem like he was floating.
"What have you done to me?" She growled.
Sebastian smiled, his pointy white teeth shining in the moonlight. It reminded Santana of the animals she had seen in one of the cages of a passing merchant.
Hyenas! That's what they were called.
He circled her at a distance, replying,
"I have, how shall we say, giving you an opportunity!"
"You Murdered me is what you did!"
"Come now Miss Lopez, I did no such thing! What sort of lady climbs into a carriage with two strange men if she is not looking for a little excitement?"
Enraged Santana launched herself from the ground and lunged for him in one fluid, swift move, screaming,
"I'LL KILL YOU."
She was a fraction of an inch from his throat when he commanded,
"Stop!"
She came to an abrupt halt. It was as if she had been punched full force in the chest and ran into a brick wall. Her muscles strained, bulging and contorting as she willed them to move, to reach out that last tiny bit.
She almost had him. She pushed harder.
White-hot searing pain tore her limb from limb, like knives heated in a furnace. She doubled over, howling. He continued circling her prone form,
"See what happens when you disobey!"
"Damn she's fast! I thought she had you for a second." Lynn added from a top his seat on the corner of her Mother's, and now her own, headstone.
She glared at Sebastian with murder in her eyes. He smirked back at her,
"Almost but not quite," He poked her roughly in the head, "Sit down and shut up!"
Her legs buckled, as if she had them kicked from beneath her, depositing her onto the hard ground. She tried to open her mouth to speak but the words refused to form
He had commanded and she had heeded lie a flea bitten dog. He crouched down so he was inches from her face,
"Look at her, Ryder! Teeth gnashing and eyes rolling like a deranged mutt." He trailed his fingers along her jawbone, tilting up her head so he could stare straight into her eyes. He lowered his voice, tweaking her cheeks like he would an infant," I bet you wish you could throttle me don't you? Yes you do! Yes you do!"
She wanted to drive her thumbs into his eyes and tear out his throat. She wanted to stomp on him, listening to the sweet sound of his bones cracking underfoot and keep going till she ground them down to dust.
His voice became silky smooth, as if offering a sweet,
"Would you like a drink? I bet you're thirsty aren't you?"
She held fast, simmering with rage.
"Answer me!" He screamed.
Humiliated, she nodded.
"Well somebody has to learn her lesson. No feeding do you hear. For at least 3 days."
He stood up wandering over to his companion where he wiped his fingers on Ryder's shoulder, who was nonchalantly picking dirt from his finger nails with a pocket knife. He waved it in her direction.
"She's fiery that one!"
"She most certainly is and that's why I'm going to enjoy every delicious moment of breaking her."
The sound of wooden wheels crunching against loose stones caught their attention.
"Ah!" Sebastian exclaimed, brightly, "Our carriage awaits!"
Clambering to her feet her eyes landed on the small bouquet of flowers wedged between the sculptured sandals of the ever-watchful guardian. The smell of dewy spring mornings wafted towards her.
How had she not noticed it before?
She savoured it, knowing it was something she would never experience again.
Suddenly bright blue eyes, an innocent smile and a searing kiss flashed across her mind.
The girl!
Brittany he had called her. She would sense her. But why?
She quickly snatched up the petite bunch of flowers, twisting a thick blade of grass around them and shoved them into the top of her dress.
"Come along Miss Lopez," Sebastian commanded once more "It won't do to have you out past sunrise. Well not until we have had a little fun at least!"
With reluctance, Santana did the only thing she could.
She obeyed.
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