Ch. 12 A Touch Of History
She was his perfect specimen. All of his years of planning would culminate into her. He looked upon her form, relishing in her cries of pain and watching her facial features barely contort. She was going to be beautiful.
Becoming a vampire was quite a painful experience, he determined. He'd never actually watched someone be changed before, and he'd never been through one. Sure, he'd heard people give their personal accounts, but he never truly understood their agony.
He was their leader through bloodlines. His father was the old King, and his mother had personally been changed by his father. He had other siblingsbut he was the oldest, and his father had given him his throne when his mother had been lost. It'd been rather unexpected when his mother died. No one really understood how she could do it herself, or how her misery had become so all consuming that she wanted to rid herself of its daunting presence.
He had loved his mother. She had told him her intricate history from America. Her ancestors could be traced through four presidents, two founding fathers, and a Mayflower immigrant. Growing up she had always been in the press, her father the Governor of New York. Olivia had gone to an exclusive boarding school before continuing on to some Ivy League school; whose name he couldn't remember. Then she'd run away from home, straight into the arms of an old family friend. From there she fled because the families rules had been too constricting for her and become homeless. And that was how Olivia Tomkins came to meet William Remington.
This all happened in the latter 1800's and William had already led his reign for over a hundred years without an heir. When he set eyes upon the beaten down 23 year old, he saw so much more than her couture gown covered in mud and her expensive updo plastered to her forehead. He saw a queen, there was only a single glitch.
Olivia was a homo sapienhuman. And that just wouldn't work.
So doing the most noble thing in the world, William swept young and naïve Olivia off of her feet. Setting a place for her in high society, giving her every item she pleased wantedas he courted her. After two months of this highly expensive courting, the two became engaged and consequently, the talk of London. The girl who had been praised for her brains in America never noticed how her fiancé didn't seem to ever tire of dancing or, when asked if he'd like a bite of her crudités, he politely declined.
He let her spend all the pounds imaginable on their lavish wedding, and after the two had been praised the latest couple to beat, he took her to their honeymoon suite, and bit her.
His father had been a bit of a coward according to his children.
But he'd been beneficial to Julian, William had been a magical vampire. Very few vampires were magical and it only proved to make Julian an even better leader. He knew he'd eventually have to marry, settle down, and have children; but he quickly shoved that thought out of his mind. He had many years until he would be forced into thinking about that.
The vampire-to-be pulled him out of his thoughts when her entire body tensed and very quickly a heart-shattering scream left her mouth. Apparently her canines had fallen out to be replaced by a rapidly growing pair of fangs.
He very much thanked his parents for having saved him all of that pain, his poor mother.
She had begun to thrash around the lavish bed, and a whimper was shivered out of her body and her nails began to wreak havoc on the comforter. Becoming a member of the undead certainly did have its bad parts…
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She had been so peaceful, all the pain of dying gone. She had been sitting by a serene lake, surrounded by tall spruce trees. In fact, she was sitting on the stump of a spruce that seemed to have been struck by lightning.
So this was heaven? She could definitely get used to it. She stood up and slowly began to undress, the water looked so refreshing. After the ordeal she'd just been through, the cool liquid would be a welcomed reprieve.
She carefully put a foot into the water and was pleased to find that it was the perfect temperature for her. She slowly slid into the water, relishing in taking her time, finally up to her shoulders she took the plunge and went underwater.
That's when she felt it.
She was positive someone had just stuck a poisoned hook through her stomach and was now trying to pull it back through, but the barb was halting them from doing so. That was the moment she realized that she needed to breathe still. She, of course, couldn't; and with her last reserves she tried to scream for anybody to help her! Her eyes flashed open and she saw the last of her air bubbles disappear. Nobody would hear her.
She twisted into shapes she didn't know she was able to, trying to rid her stomach of the hook. She needed some blessed oxygen! Instead of reeling her up, the fisherman seemed to have added weights to his line, because she could feel her body sinking.
She could see the gray and gravelly bottom to the lake and when she hit it, she felt as if she'd dived into the ground face first and her body jerked upwards. And then she was being drug towards the surface at an alarming pace and she found the all consuming need hit her, requiring that she stay under the surface of the lake. Her body writhed in agony the lighter her surroundings got, nearing the surface.
She felt the crown of her head surface, and then her eyes got one last glimpse of the peaceful scenery. She blinked the water out of her eyes and she was suddenly back to the hotel room, the ripped bedding, and a very startled looking Julian Remington.
She hastily closed her eyes.
Noise broke through her eardrums. She could hear everything. Two floors down, and six rooms to the left of hers a couple was making love. Four floors up and two rooms to her right a sixteenth birthday party was being thrown. In the lobby of the hotel a phone was ringing, picked up and a hurried response of: "We'll ring the room up and politely ask them to keep it down, no problem."
Then her nose started picking up things. The woman who was having sex had used a cheap perfume in order to lure the man to bed. The birthday girl was heavily inebriated and the smell of cocaine had been filtered through the air ducts. A man eight rooms down her own hall, was smoking in a specifically marked non-smoking room.
And that was only the tip of the iceberg. She felt if quizzed, she could correctly identify every human being's blood type in the building. It was delicious to say the least.
Something peculiar had reached her finely attuned nostrils, Draco was one floor exactly below her.
She opened her eyes again, and she could make out a miniscule crack running through the ceiling, from lack of support. The glow coming from under the door was blinding her and the smoke detector light that went off every ten point six seconds was giving her a headache.
But all of her senses were put on hold when her thoat became particuraly dry and her nose went out of control. Her stomach was in knots, and she focused.
The birthday girl was 5'6", had long blonde hair that reached her waist, light green eyes, and at the moment was dressed in a very skimpy outfit all accompanied by thick black eyeliner, lipgloss, and Chanel no. 5 fragrance.
Hermione rapidly jumped out of the bed and in point four seconds changed her clothes and reached the door.
That was when Julian Remington reminded her of his presence and kindly asked her to refrain from her foolishness and take a seat on the couch.
Her nose picked up the distinct smell of genuine leather, closed her eyes, and used her nose to keep herself from running into anything and softly sat herself onto the couch and reopened her eyes to see the charming Remington staring back at her.
"Hello, Hermione."
A/N: I know that was a bit odd, but I'm going to be out of state for a couple of days and hope to have the beta'd version up after I get back! Some special vampire gift, huh? Pinpoint your target and you get a very detailed look at them, kinda handy… Tell me what you think!