Damnation and Repentance
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She slowly woke to the feel of warm water and sweet soap being gently run over her skin. The soap smelled faintly of roses and lavender soaps only the members of the Clergy and Church could afford it smelled nice and relaxing.
"where, where am I?" She asked looking around. "Where is my brother?"
Her eyes cleared up and she looked up and saw a handsome man with beautiful gold eyes gently wiping her face and arms. His hard eyes softened when she asked about her brother.
"The Church killed him. They sent a sick little boy to die in the desert for the greed of the Church." The man said rinsing soap off of her arms. "You're still weak, I will help you bathe."
She let out an ear-piercing screech and cried.
"It was real," She sobbed. "He is dead, they put a sick little boy in the desert to die, why couldn't it have been me!"
"Because," He said sitting her up and wiping her tears away. "God has a purpose for you. He wants you to help me end the Church."
"I can't do anything," She said sobbing. "I'm just one person, I want them dead though.
He wiped her eyes with a soft cloth and smiled at her.
"Alone no," He said as he poured warm water over her hair. "But together we will be unstoppable, you have to trust me."
"I'm only human." She said looking up at him.
"No darling," He said easing her to lay down in the tub. "You are so much more now."
Her head lolled to the side as her body went limp with grief.
"I will kill them all!" She cried as the man held her to his chest. "I will kill them and make them feel what I feel now! I will remove them from history!"
"I can help you," He said leaning against her as she cried. "I can make you strong enough to destroy them. I can make you the death that feeds and fuels the creation of their greatest nightmares."
She closed her eyes once again and let the water flow over her bare skin. He smiled as he moved to wash her feet.
"You must listen to me." He said softly. "I will make you strong."
He laid her on a small soft bed and smiled down at her soft body.
"You need feed now," He said watching her sleeping form. "I have to find something special for you."
He walked out and smiled as he headed for town. He was going to make his new creation strong from the start. He was going to teach her a lesson that she would never forget.
She woke up to the soft feel of warm breath tickling her skin. She turned and saw the mysterious man looking at her.
"Hello?" She said looking up. "I wasn't dreaming. This nightmare is real. My brother is dead."
"The reality is bad," The Man said taking her chin gently in his hands. "But I brought you dinner."
She looked in a corner and one of the eunuchs that had beaten her were huddled closely together in a corner in fear.
"P-p-p-please!" He shouted and sputtered through tears. "Do not kill me!"
She looked at him for a moment and noticed that his veins seemed to throb with blood.
"He is your first meal." The mystery man said into her ear. "He was one of the men who threw your brother and you into the desert. You are a vampire. All you have to do is sink your teeth into his neck and drink. Go on. Give him the pain he gave you."
She looked at the mystery man and then at the eunuch.
"P-p-p-please," The eunuchs said sobbing. "Have mercy!"
Her eyes seemed to glow with anger.
"Mercy?! You want mercy?!" She said closing in on him. "I will give you what you gave to my brother!"
She sank her hands into the eunuchs's shoulder and held him down as she drained him of his blood. She released him and saw that he was now a familiar.
"Go kill yourself." She said wiping her mouth. "Impale yourself on the nearest pole and let the world see what kind of useless slime you are!"
The eunuchs walked out and followed her orders. She looked up at the mystery man.
"I am considered to be dead bye the outside world." She said licking the blood off of her fingers. "I have no name."
"Black Bride." The mystery man said. "They call me Black Hat. Lovely to meet you miss Bride."
"Lovely to meet you Mr. Hat," She said looking at him and smiling. "So when do I learn to kill them all?"
He smiled as she looked at him with eager eyes. She continued to lick blood off of her fingers it gave him an odd sense of longing. He held out his hand and helped her off of the floor.
"You will learn tonight," He said smelling the air thick with blood and death. "But let's get some more food, you will need it."
It bothered him though that her fall from grace was so smooth. He had tried this before, but the others killed themselves, she seemed to embrace this "damnation", she seemed to love it. The others screamed about feeling so cold and dead inside. They still saw their human selves. They still held on to their humanity like it was precious. Bride, Bride let go of her's happily. He wasn't complaining but something was odd about it. He was busy in thought when he heard a strangled scream come from the corner. He ran outside and saw her covered in blood and smiling as a young priest was changed into a familiar.
"Go to the city," She whispered into the priest's ear as she smiled at Black Hat. "Take your blade and slit your throat in front of a large congregation during the Michaelmas. I want you to laugh the entire time."
The once-priest walked out and Black Hat looked at Black Bride. This was strange even by his standards.
