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Vârcolac

Chapter 3

"Mamma?"

The small raven haired girl awoke from her long slumber. She sat up and looked around, expecting her mother to be by her side in an instant, yet it was not to be. The memories from the day before had come rushing back to her.

Her parents fighting. Men in black cloaks. Fire. Oil. Death.

The five year old girl hugged her knees and burst into tears. Her parents were dead. The men in hooded cloaks killed them. Why had they killed them? They did nothing wrong. Why didn't she die with them?

"I want my mamma" the child cried.

After a few moments, her crying came to a stop. She lifted her head from her knees and looked up. She realised she was in a black room and in front her were big thick metal bars. Behind the bars, there was a small horizontal line of light at ground level.

That must be a door…and this must be one of them cells papa told me about.

"Papa!" The young girls once again sobbed for her dead parents.

"Ah! I see that you're awake," came a man's voice, from behind the bars.

She knows that voice. It was that man that ordered her mother and father's death. She looked up to see the man responsible for her being an orphan. He had his hood down. He was beautiful but had the sense of evil all around him. He was pale with red eyes and straight, thin black hair than went to his shoulders.

All vampires are beautiful but not all trust worthy.

"Who are you? What do you want from me?" she asked. Her voice was shaking in fear.

"Me? I am Lord Aeron and I don't want anything," he opened to cell door and walked right up to her. The child, in vain, tried to move backwards, but the wall stopped her. The vampire stopped just in front of her and bent down to her eye level.

"Except, Vârcolac, for you to do as you are told."

"Why did you call me that?" her voice still trembled, after all he is the reason her parents are dead.

"Because child, that is your name."

"No it's not. My name is A-" She was cut off

"Your parents never gave me your name so I am naming as I wish."

"That because they never had a chance!" the little girl shouted, which in turn earned her a slap across her face.

"How dare you?" he growled "I saved your pathetic little life and this is how you repay me!"

"I'm sorry" she whispered out on the verge of tears.

"Apology accepted."

She wasn't sorry though. It wasn't her name, so she would never accept it as such.

"Now… I want to know what you can do."

"What do you mean?" the girl asked confused

"Can you transform into a wolf at will?"

"I don't know, papa never taught me how" she said in her timid voice

"Hmm, but have you ever turned into a wolf?"

"Only on full moons."

"That's what I wanted to hear," a smile crept onto his face, making the child's skin crawl "Bathos! Bring me the collar!" the vampire shouted.

The five year olds eye's widened as he stood up.

What did he need a collar for? He's not going to put it on me is he? Why would I need one?

Another vampire came through the door. He had short black hair and red eyes. He had big muscles that was for sure. When the vampire Bathos she presumed looked at her, all she saw was pure hatred. What did she do to him to make him look at her like this? She was sure she had never met him in all her life till now.

Bathos came into the cell and handed Aeron something which the girl presumed to be the collar. From what she could make out it had nine, two inch spikes on one side of it and other there were four, one inch spikes.

If it were possible the girls eyes widen even more, as she realized that either one of those sides are going into her neck. She swiftly stood up and ran headed for the cell door.

"Bathos!"

She was stopped. The bigger vampire pulled her arms to her side and turned her around whilst she was thrashing against him.

"LET ME GO! MAMMA! PAPPA! HELP ME! ARGH!" She screamed.

"They can't protect you anymore Vârcolac!" shouted Aeron.

"NO!"

"YES! And you will learn, child, your place!"

Bathos grabbed the raven hair of the child in his arms and tilted her head back.

"This collar will make you obey my every command."

"No!" she whispered

"Another unique talent it has is that once you change into your wolf form, you won't be able to turn back and it just so happens that it is a fool moon tonight," he said with a smile, which then became wider with the child's futile attempts to get out of Bathos' grasp. "Don't worry it won't hurt… much."

With inhuman speed Aeron briefly wrapped the collar around her neck so that the four spikes on the one of the collar were just touching her neck. The child look up at the vampire lord wide eyed, begging him not to.

"Well look at that, a perfect fit. Well done Bathos," he complimented.

"Thank-you my Lord," he replied.

Once again with inhuman speed, Aeron placed his fingers in between spikes on the outside of the collar and pushed down on it, making the other four spike sinking in the child's neck.

Bloodcurdling screams of the five year old child, filled the room.

After a few minutes the screams died out and the child laid limp in Bathos' arms, yet still conscious.

"Now…I order you to forget you given name and accept the one I have given you," ordered the vampire Lord. The child gave a weak nod. "Good. Now, who is your master?"

"You are my Lord Aeron," she answered

"What is your name?"

"My name is Vârcolac."

That was the last word she spoke for twelve years.

There is a reason why this is the third chapter and it's because this is a dream.

I might be able to update tomorrow we'll see what happens

Pleaz review and I'll write more

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