Year: 1017
No One's POV
When Lyla was young she was innocent and cute like all children. But she also went by a different name Miela. When Miela was 8 things were more different than you and I was a little around the time of Anglo Saxons however set in America. She was used to being free and running around as she pleased. But five days ago her father meet up with the chief of the other Cherokee tribe not far from them. He told them about how they saw pale faced men walking around cutting down the trees and carrying strange did not shake her father for her father was fearless in her eyes but then no more than two weeks later the chief and his tribe were murdered. They had went to visit but all that was left were carcasses.
Women raped and tortured, men shot and slain, children hiding in the shadows hungry. That day Miela was scared and sad the spirits were not kind to these that day on her and her family moved deeper into the Americas to avoid the death for as long as they could. Until they found a place that was perfect and too far for the strangers to be uneducated. However she and her sisters were still confined to their huts. But Miela was no older than 9 no child that young ever listens. During her time out when she would fetch water she would sneak out to her spot a meadow not too far. One day she was hunting in her spot when a thud disturbed her. She looked up to find the buck she was going to kill in the hands of two young boys about the same age. The only thing separating them was their skin color for they were pale faced. Miela didn't back down though because she went up to them and shouted at them for stealing her kill.
They stood there for they did not understand what on earth she was saying. But then they saw their father standing angrily waiting for them to come along with their food for tonight. The boys panicked and stabbed young Miela in the stomach and ran off. Miela was wounded and alone but she wouldn't go down without a fight she crawled to her horse and rode slowly home. She of course didn't make it but a search party found her before she perished of malnourishment. After being healed with her mother's magic she was heavily scolded for going against her father's wishes.
~~~~~~12 years later ~~~~~
Miela had grown substantially since her autications as a child. She was what people now considered a 20 year old. Today she would be considered old enough to take her mother's place but first she would have to marry a man to take her father's place. The past few days had been hectic many suitors have approached her in recent but none of them have been what she wanted. It was all too much so she left but with no other place to go she left for the meadow. It was peaceful much serenity and calm took over her body. As she realized that the sun was leaving her she sighed and got up to leave. She was walking to her horse when she heard movement. She turned to look behind her... nothing when she turned back a beautiful man with green eyes and pale skin stood in front of her.
She realized his presence a little late and bumped into him. When her hand touched his she felt two things. Death and a soft warm inviting feeling. At first she wanted to run but the other feeling told her to stay. Her parents always taught her to stand her ground and to follow her instincts. So she stayed. At first he looked at her hungrily but the feeling she got ran through him as well but stronger because he was a vampire. Soon her lips seemed softer, her features seemed more beautiful, and most importantly her existence was more meaningful. She loved the feeling she from touching him so she reached for his face. As a reflex he cringed away but who wouldn't of you were beaten as a child. Miela was confused by this action but remain adamant. She inched closer carefully and this time he didn't cringe but inhaled softly as their skin met. She looked deep into the eyes every time she met a man for they are the windows to the soul.
All she could see in those eyes was sadness and loneliness. She had grown up hating pale faces but no amount of hatred could've stopped her from letting her lips touch his to set his spirit free. But as the kiss grew from tiny pecks into intense deep kisses. Her back was slammed into the tree behind her. She had thought it was strange that she got there so fast. However she was too far gone to stop herself. She ignored it but then when they broke away from the kiss so he could have access to her neck, he bit her. Not a big... huge... death causing bite it was a tiny sweet version of a love bite. She looked in his eyes again and saw what he was truly. A vampire... her mother had told them to beware of those who preyed on the weak in the night. She knew he could kill her but she didn't think he would.
She wanted to go with her gut on this and leaned in again to start a hungrier frenzy in both their bodies. Soon their clothes were gone and he was slamming into her forcefully. Their moans and groans filled the forest completely. When they were done they talked surprisingly. He spoke some of her language but she didn't speak his. He taught her some words and vice versa. When they had to go their separate ways and he made plans to come see her again. The woman entranced him, her spirit and drive intoxicating. Most of all she wasn't afraid of him. She had seen him in his worst forum and stayed. She was brave and strong, he admired her. In the short moments they'd spent together he'd become very taken with her. Little did they know that in the morning Miela would never be the exact same person.
