Authors note: Here is the long awaited sequel chapter to my initial one shot. My apologies for it taking so long but as per usual I am a perfectionist and I do not want to keep replacing chapters (though I fear it may well happen anyway because it is not until I post that I notice mistakes). I have been at this for a hot minute because quite frankly I had no idea where this would go but I am having fun figuring it out. Thank you so much to you lovely people who took the time to review and DM it means the world to me and I am so glad you enjoyed it. Hopefully you will like this chapter too and if you do then please let me know, I love reading your comments.
Fulfilled
Darkness. That was all that surrounded her. Blissful empty darkness wrapping around her like a gossamer blanket as she drifted deeper and deeper into the waiting oblivion. All the feelings of despair and loneliness that had so cruelly governed her every waking moment over the last decade where gone, her mind was free.
Somewhere in the bottomless depths she could hear the sound of a heartbeat, her heartbeat. Getting slower and slower until it was barely there.
She was dying.
"Forgive me'' Came a familiar voice which echoed in the endless dark around her.
She tried to focus but the words seemed to dissolve before she could fully comprehend them. As its muffled sound continued to reverberate, the comforting darkness was quickly being shattered and replaced with a blinding bright red. Those peaceful feelings of nothingness when now a searing pain pulling her back from the void until the screaming in her head became the screams erupting from her throat.
Dracula had still been holding her in his arms when she suddenly began to cry out. He had barely fed her a mouthful but her lips now stained with his blood where open wide in agony and the vampire immediately began to question if he had made the right decision.
The woman in his clutches was convulsing as her body warred with itself. His tainted blood was quickly taking over her lingering humanity and violently tearing it away.
"Shhhhh it is alright it will be over soon." He whispered to her as he placed her gently back down onto the pillows, watching helplessly as this unholy baptism reached its climax.
He could hear hear heart beating wildly with the new vampiric essence flooding her veins the last shreds of her mortality battled furiously against the unwelcome presence and after only a few more deafeningly hard beats it stopped.
And then she was still.
Moving himself off the bed away from her he grabbed his clothes from the floor and quickly re dressed himself, never taking his eyes off her.
Clara remained completely motionless, under the smudges of red her lips where completely blue the same blue her skin was rapidly turning. The count stood there utterly static, silently fearful he had been too late. Her blood had been so delicious that he had accidentally drained her to the point of death.
After what felt like an eternity he finally saw the familiar white sheet of supernatural perfection wash over her naked body.
Her skin changed from deathly pale to a beautiful polished marble. Her hair became thicker and the ash blonde hue became even more vibrant and glossy almost brass. The holes on her neck healed and the blood vanished but small scars where left in their wake forever marking her as his. And finally her mouth silently opened and a pair of fresh fangs descended from her canines.
The count could only stare at her in awe as he drank in her new vampiric visage. He didn't think it where possible for her to look more beautiful but there she was.
'Death certainly becomes her.' He mused to himself as her re adjusted his hair.
It had been a very long time since he had made a new vampire but none of them could compare with the woman he saw in front of him.
But he wondered how far her new vampirism would affect her. Aside from the obvious physical alterations, more often than not the personality of the individual also changed.
Would she become heartless and bloodthirsty like Aleera? Or perhaps more reserved and level headed like Verona. Only time would tell. But if her human disposition was anything to judge by, he could foresee her being a formidable immortal.
He leaned back over the bed to touch her but as he reached out his hand to graze her cheek she begun to curl up and awaken.
The burning light that stung her vision began to cease and Clara was slowly becoming aware of a whole new world of sensation and feelings. She could feel the touch of her silk sheets beneath her fingers as it bundled in her fist and soft breeze from a half open window passed over her exposed sensitive skin making her shiver.
Slowly opening her newborn eyes she carefully sat herself up and took in her surroundings. Looking around with her now glowing blue irises she recognised the room as her bedroom but something had changed. Every detail was visible to her with amazing definition.
She could hear the familiar sounds of the city. The underground trains, the cars, the last few Friday night drunkards as they stumbled to find their way home. It was as clear as if everything where taking place right in front of her.
Even the simple light from the moon that shone over the room seemed brighter and in its rays she saw each drop of rain as they made their way down the glass.
Dropping her gaze she lifted her arms and regarded them with her new eyes, they where unusually pale and cold to the touch. But beneath her skin felt like fire, her fingernails where noticeably longer also. Carved sharp like eagle talons.
"What did you do" she whispered as she caught sight of the man in her peripheral vision.
Trailing her fingers down her face to her throat she found the two small bumps in her skin that she knew had not been there before. And then in a flood of images it came to her.
She had been alone. No not alone. He had been there, that man….and they….
"WHAT DID YOU DO!" She yelled as it all became clear to her
"I think it is quite clear what has been done. Clara you need to calm down."
"CALM DOWN!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN CALM DOWN YO-"
She stopped suddenly when she looked down and realised she was still naked. She raised her hands in a futile attempt to shield her breasts from his view. Making the man at her side instinctively look in their direction.
Finding her nightgown shoved underneath the pillow she flung it over herself and leapt off the bed to get away from him. But as she stumbled with her new found speed, she caught sight of the mirror on her vanity. And upon approaching she immediately noticed something amiss.
Her reflection. It was gone.
She touched the glass in the slim hope that somehow she could make it come back, but to no avail. Digging in her nails and closing her eyes she sobbed as the true reality of her situation set in.
"I gave it to you, I gave you the opportunity to finally end this. I handed it to you on a plate. Why? Why have you done this?"
The count did not answer he just stood there with his eyes fixed and brow furrowed as if he himself was unsure and trying to figure out the answer. But his lack of response only served to fuel her rage further and just as she was about to shout at him again, she was stalled when a sudden burning rose in her throat.
Clara gripped her neck and gasped.
Sensing her discomfort Dracula realised he had not fed her enough. The few drops she consumed where enough to turn her but in no way would it sate the powerful ravenous hunger of a newborn.
The count took a step towards her, but she quickly recoiled from him.
"No stay away from me" she choked exhaustedly as she clutched at her neck. "You have touched me enough. Now get out of my home."
"I do not think me leaving would be a good idea Clara, you are hungry and the thirst of a newborn vampire is not to be taken lightly. You need me to help you-"
"Help? I do not need your help!" She harshly cut him off "I don't need anything from you! I hate you. I cannot believe you would do this. After everything I told you!" Her eyes flashed and her new fangs descended in anger.
But the man in front of her did not flinch. He didn't react in any way nor did his face betray any emotion. His eyes however had taken on that familiar stare of cold indifference. The caring almost loving entity from just a little while ago was gone and had been replaced with its darker, callous twin.
And Clara noticed the change immediately.
"I believe you said I could kill you and that is what I did." Was his cool reply as he straightened his posture.
"Yes I said 'kill me' Bite me and drain me dry not bite me and turn me into…into this!" She gestured to herself dramatically.
"I think you would agree that for all intents and purposes you are dead Miss Sauniére. But if you truly wish to argue semantics. Then suffice it to say that despite our moment together, I decided that dying would be far too good for you. And after all you have done to me over the centuries I saw fit to give you a fate far worse than death. At least in your eyes."
"But I …you…I thought you understood. You said -."
"Oh Clara!" Dracula angrily interrupted "I have said allot of things to allot of women over the centuries in order to get what I want. You were foolish to give yourself so freely. Just as countless others have done before you."
Clara's mouth widened in horror. She honestly could not believe the words that where coming out of his mouth.
"You knew perfectly well who and what I was before inviting me into your bed. So do not blame me for taking advantage." Dracula stated as he crossed his arms over his chest.
"Yes I knew." Clara said feeling utterly defeated. "And I cannot believe that for a single moment I allowed myself to believe that you could be anything but what you are."
"Madam I warn you. My patience is not infinite now come with me and feed before you make yourself ill."
"As if I care at all about your patience, what about mine? What on earth could have ever made you think that this was a good idea? Creating a vampire that would hate your guts. You complete fool."
"Do not forget to whom you speak." He replied sternly.
"Oh I know exactly to whom I speak. I speak to the man…no I speak to the selfish, arrogant, heartless thing with nothing inside but the black emptiness of its sad, pitiful existence. Now for the last time GET OUT!"
That final declaration was the last straw for him and in a moment of unchecked rage Dracula lunged at her throat and pinned her to the wall. His long sharp fingernails cutting into her neck causing the woman in his clutches to cry out helplessly in pain.
"Make no mistake my little bride, I am not to be trifled with. No matter how it happened or how you feel about it you are a vampire and you will not speak to me in such a manner." He dragged a finger over the scars on her neck "These marks make you mine, do you understand MINE! I am your master. YOU BELONG TO ME!" He shouted as she tightened his grip, his eyes glowing with fiery rage.
How dare she speak to him as though he where no more than a peasant. He had given her the greatest gift he could bestow and deep down he thought she would be happy after everything that had transpired between them.
He had not just had sex with this woman. He had made love to her. Desperate, passionate love that he had not experience for longer than he could remember. The emotions she had stirred with in him where so sudden and unexpected that he didn't know how to process them. Nothing could have prepared him for the turn of events that would unfold after he stepped over her threshold.
She was the enemy that had become his lover and now his unwilling bride.
Moments passed as he got lost in his thoughts and it wasn't until Clara began to really struggle against him that he realised he was still choking her.
With a final growl he loosened his grip and she fell to the floor with a loud thud. Out of habit she gasped for breath that she didn't need and collapsed at his feet.
"Be thankful I do not punish you for such insolence." Grabbing his gloves from his pocket he swiftly slipped them on taking care to push each crease into is assigned digit. "Perhaps letting you suffer alone for one night would be a good idea. Maybe once the burning engulfs you until your throat is nothing but ash you will learn not to cross me."
Clara barely saw him move as he left for the living room and tears stung at her eyes as she struggled to regain some semblance of composure.
Taking his cloak the vampire took one last look at the woman struggling helplessly in the other room. His thoughts where an ocean of contradiction.
He hated her for making him weak. He despised her for all the centuries of pain she and her order had inflicted on him and his kind. Her constant presence in his life had always been an inconvenience he sought desperately to eliminate.
But damn him he wanted her now.
He suddenly realised that she was the only creature left on earth whom he had any sort of real connection too. The history they shared was so extensive. As the centuries had passed he had become more and more alone in the world. Just like her.
The conflict churning within him was too much to bear and without another moment of hesitation he left.
When she heard the balcony window finally click shut Clara began sobbing uncontrollably. 'This is not happening. This is not happening, it cannot be.'
She looked to her bed now adorned with a red stained blanket and the sheets rumpled from an act she was now very quickly regretting.
'I cannot believe I let him…I let him….'
She couldn't even finish her thought before the crystalline tears fell and the events of the evening re played themselves to her. She could feel his phantom kisses on her lips, his glowing eyes boring into her soul as he moved rhythmically inside of her. His fingers stroking her hair, her shoulders, her legs and…
"OH HOW COULD YOU BE SO FOOLISH!" She shouted as she punched the floor. "YOU STUPID STUPID GIRL!"
The ground beneath her dented under her fist sending cracks trailing like a spider web in every direction and Clara recoiled in fear.
"God forgive me what have I done."
She hated herself for letting this happen. She hated herself for being so naive. But mostly she hated herself for giving herself to him, for allowing herself for just a moment to believe that she could ever…no she wouldn't dare think that.
But no man had ever made her feel the way he did. No man had ever made her want to do the things they had done this night. Even worse, part of her wanted to do them all over again.
Dracula had only been gone for a few moments but already Clara could feel a growing absence within her soul. The new addition to her subconscious was reaching out and yearning for him, his presence, his touch. And she wept. Each noise and breath she made echoed throughout the now empty apartment and with each sob the fire inside her grew harder and harder to ignore.
Her throat was dry. So dry that it hurt.
"Feed" A small voice in the back of her head purred.
The voice sounded like hers but she knew better. It was the demon that now shared her consciousness, the half of her mind now thirsting to kill and conquer.
The evil she had let in.
Clara remained on the floor for a long while until her cries had settled into soft whimpers as she fought to control the pain that was slowly taking a hold of her.
She looked once more to her bed, she could smell his blood mingled with her own and the scent was intoxicating. Her mind raced as she was reminded of the act she had shared with him. The way he made her moan and sigh. His voice whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he made slow, passionate love to her.
"Master" The voice purred in her head, shaking her free of the reminiscence.
"I have no master now go away." She muttered angrily as she uselessly smacked her head.
"Yes. We are his. We must be with him."
"There is no 'we'. You must go away and I must find a way to get through this night."
"You won't make it Clara. Not without him. You need him."
"I don't need him, I never needed him I just…I just wanted…..oh I don't know anymore just leave me be."
Finally finding the strength to stand she angrily made her way out of the bedroom and into the no dimly lit and cold living room.
"Is this what it's like? Do vampires just sit around arguing with themselves all the time?"
The clock on her living room wall showed her it was almost two in the morning. Only three hours had passed since the count had stepped through her doors. Just one hundred and eighty minutes since she had made the biggest mistake of her life. She sighed as she took her seat wondering how on earth things had turned out so badly so quickly. Wrapping her arms around her legs her eyes once more became fixed on the blue flames as they clung to what was left of the now burnt down logs of wood.
"The sun will rise in a few hours" she thought to herself "to correct this mistake all I need do is wait till dawn and step outside.'
"NO! That would kill us!" Screamed the voice in her head "Master would be so angry."
"LET HIM BE ANGRY!" She shouted back fully aware of how crazy she must have looked and sounded. "And for the last time I have no master, perhaps you do but I do not. Now be quiet. If I choose to then I will end my existence here and now and there is nothing you can do about it."
But deep down Clara knew she did not have the guts to kill herself.
In the years of her isolation she had never really thought about suicide. The way she had been brought up along with her training by the holy order always taught her that suicide was a grave mortal sin and the only honourable way to die was in battle.
And when her acquaintances had told her about Dracula's arrival in London the idea of having the king of the vampires kill her seemed the most logical conclusion. He was her greatest enemy so loosing her life to him would be honourable wouldn't it? A warriors ending?
Because as much as she hated to admit it she was still a god fearing woman. She had not stepped inside a church since she had denounced the order nearly a hundred years ago. And the last time she had prayed she felt completely ignored. However religious ideas instilled on you from birth are hard to shake.
What would her god make of her now? Giving herself to the son of the devil and becoming the very thing she despised.
"You need to feed Clara" the voice echoed playfully.
"Oh shut up." Clara groaned "I do not need blood. I am fine." She wrapped her arms tighter around herself noting how different she felt.
She was hypersensitive to every moment and gesture as if all the never endings in her body had been switched on at once. Is this how all vampires felt? Is how Vlad felt? The mere thought of his name in her head made her shudder and not entirely out of anger.
"That…thing is probably perched somewhere nearby watching me. Just waiting for the moment I give in a cry out for help. Well you're going to be waiting a long time mister." She yelled, mostly to herself.
But taking a moment to really focus she realised that he was nowhere nearby. Her new vampiric abilities allowed her to sense the world around her with brand new clarity. She could hear cars and buses even the underground trains far below her. She could smell food, exhaust fumes and the grass now wet from the rain. But of her sire there was no sign. He really had left her all alone.
Grabbing a few logs from the stand and some kindling she stoked the fire until it's flames burned bright once more and took a seat on the sofa. Leaning her head back Clara shut her eyes and listened to the sounds of the rain still pouring down with fierce intensity and as she began to somewhat relax she suddenly became aware of an unfamiliar stillness in her chest.
Raising her hand she cradled her breast and sighed softly as she felt….nothing. Her heart, the one truly human thing that separated her from the monsters she hunted; was deafeningly silent.
"I am the architect of my own destruction." She whispered to herself as she lay down.
As she focused her ears on the crackling of the fresh fire she closed her eyes let her mind wander back through time. Centuries past in the dimly lit catacombs of the Vatican an almost forgotten memory re opened itself before her eyes.
The day she had been sent on her mission.
"His name is Count Dracula. Self proclaimed king of Vampires. We have had troubles with him in the past but he has always evaded us." Father Alonzo spoke angrily as he threw down a charcoal rubbing of a man.
Clara tied her long hair up before leaning closer over the desk to inspect the latest reports. The young woman regarded the portrait with disgust. She knew that Dracul III of Walachia more commonly known by his title Vlad the impaler.
"I thought he had been assassinated during the war with the ottoman empire?"
"We all did. But when he made his return he made sure to take out his revenge on all who caused him harm. It was then that his holiness commissioned us to intervene."
The young woman scoured through the pile of papers and notes. Most talking about satan and Dracula's pact with him. He had traded his life and immortal soul in exchange for power. But everything here was either folklore, legend or here-say. Dracula had become a myth to the point where most forgot who he once was. No prince, no saviour of the people. Now he was merely a Vampire, the son of the devil.
"What manner of man would choose such a fate?"
"One who must be destroyed Clara. Nothing more." The priest replied sternly. "Now we have received word that there have been a number of vampire related attacks in the northern territories of Romania. We have been informed that Dracula has been seen around some of his old haunts in Transylvania. And it seems he may have acquired a new bride or two."
"Bride?" Clara asked "You mean wife?"
"In a manner of speaking. Brides are specially selected women who give their mind, bodies and souls to him willingly. They are the most devoted and beloved of his coven. According to the lates reports two have been spotted but locals have stated that he has three."
"My word what kind of woman would…..and not just one but three?…..oh never mind I don't want to think about that. I assume you asked me here because you would like my help. My Romanian is not fluent but if you already have an agent en rout I would be happy to assist in any way I can."
"Actually the council has elected you alone for this assignment. They where most impressed with your results in Siberia."
Claras eyes widened "me? Alone? Padre are you sure?"
Handing her a small pile of papers he reluctantly nodded. "Believe me I have my reservations. I recommended we send someone else, someone more experienced. But he is currently on assignment elsewhere. However you have shown yourself to be a formidable hunter despite your youth, I am confident you will succeed."
Clutching the documents to her chest she took a moment to consider wether or not this was something she was ready for. Her assignment in Siberia had been a tough one for her. Trailing a frost demon in sub zero temperatures through the Kuznetsk mountain range with nothing but a dagger. But she had trained hard for many years to be given an opportunity like this.
"If the council wishes it then I will gladly accept. And am grateful to be given the opportunity. I will gather my things and leave as soon as possible." She said as she hurried out the door.
"Be warned Clara" the priest grabbed her arm. "Dracula is cunning. In life he was a formidable warlord and ruler. You being a woman will be something he tries to use to his advantage. He is well known for his liking of beautiful young creatures and when I say liking I mean seducing and killing. You will need you use your brains as well as your brawn if you hope to have a chance of success."
Clara blushed "I….. I assure you padre he will be eliminated long before he has the chance to try anything like that. Besides I could never allow myself to fall prey to a creature like that…..ugh just the mere thought makes me sick."
"Oh you think so? Your overconfidence will be the death of you child. You are still very naive in the ways of the world my girl killing a demon or two does not change that. And do not forget he has brides at his side, they are known to be weaker than their master but far more vicious. They live for the kill. And enjoy inflicting pain."
Clara gulped but her throat was unusually dry. "I will be careful padre. I will gather all the information needed before attempting any direct assault."
"Yes you will. And you will not be entirely alone. We have allies in Romania that will assist you should you need it. Their family have been at war with Dracula for a long time so their knowledge will be invaluable to you. And I am sure they will be grateful for the help." He said as he handed her a small piece of paper with a name and address.
"Valerious. That certainly is a Romanian name. I will seek them out once I get there."
"Oh before I forget. Father Jergen has made this set of daggers just for you." Opening a drawer in the table her presented her a pair of pristine daggers wrapped in silk. "Their blades are infused with silver. Very dangerous to a vampire. However I am sure it will take more than a cut ensure Draculas demise. But every little helps."
Clara smiled shyly as she admired the weapons. The guard had been engraved with here initials in a thin but elegant script.
"They are beautiful. So light and shiny. I will be sure to thank him before I leave.'
The priest placed his frail hand on her shoulder. "Remember Clara, as much as we all long for paradise you must remember that there are many things to live for. And live you must. For I will not see you die before me."
"You can count on me padre." Clara smiled "I will not stop hunting until he is vanquished. As god is my witness."
Placing his hand on her head Father Giorgio Said a brief prayer and the two share a moment of happy silence before he finally let her go.
Clara groaned with her head in her hands as she heard the voice of her younger self so eager to prove her worth.
"Ugh if I had just said no. If I had just walked away none of this would have happened."
She stared into the amber flames thinking how ironic it was that not three hours ago she was sitting right here wondering if the decision to let Dracula in was something she would come to regret.
And oh how she was regretting it.
Looking to the wall she could see the blades sitting proud and polished in the centre of her trophy shelf. The deadly substance impregnated within them meant there was no way she could touch them now. But then she had not held them in a very long time anyway.
Not since she had given up.
She recalled one of the earliest encounters with Dracula how he had yelled when she stabbed him in the arm with one of them. The adrenaline coursing through her veins as she lunged at him over and over. Sadly Father Alonzo had been right and the damage inflicted on him was minimal, barely a flesh wound.
"I was never going to beat him." She sighed. "Nothing I ever did brought me even close to vanquishing him. Why did I bother."
She wept in self pity for a while longer until she fell into a deep sleep unlike anything she had experienced before. And she dreamed.
She dreamed of him.
The two of them entwined once again between sheets of red satin. His fingers knotted in her hair as he hungrily ravaged her mouth in a fiery kiss. His hips rocking into her at that deliciously slow pace she liked as he whispered all manner of sweet and licentious things to her.
She wanted to speak, to tell him all the things she dared never admit even to herself but the words would not come. The only sounds to escape her where the endless whimpers and moans as she became more and more consumed in their lovemaking.
"Is this what you want Clara? To be taken by a vampire?"
"I want you. Please Vlad."
The word from their conversation echoed in her head as he continued to ravish her in the sinful ways she dare not speak of in her waking moments.
Wrapping her arms around him she peered over his shoulder and saw a large group of shadows now lingering the foot of the bed. They where the figures of people draped in black shawls, their faces where slightly obscured except their eyes which where all a sickly yellow.
Somehow Clara knew exactly who they where.
They where the spirits of her fallen comrades. The hunters and friends she had known and lost over the centuries. Their eyes boring into her with fierce anger as they watched in disgust at the coupling taking place before them.
"Clara how could you." One of them called out to her. The voice indistinguishable but there was no mistaking the tone which was dripping with disdain.
The woman tried to move away from them but she was rooted to the spot, Draculas hold on her like an iron vice preventing her from shuffling even an inch. He seemed completely unaware of their presence and continued his ministrations. Instead lowering his head into her neck as he drove himself further and further bringing Clara closer to the brink.
Feeling an odd sensation beneath her fingertips she looked down to see that the sheets beneath them where no longer simply red, but soaked in blood. Looking up she then saw that they where both covered head to toe in the crimson liquid.
The distorted whispers of the spectres filled her ears like white noise making her deaf to all else. She tried to ignore them, she squeezed her eyes shut and prayed she would wake up. But the voices only became louder and angrier.
"Bride of satan!"
"Dracula's whore."
"After all he did to you."
"Shame on you."
Clara cried out for them to stop but they didn't they only got louder. Their shadows creeping in closer and closer until she was completely surrounded.
The man above her finally raised himself to look at her, clearly taken aback by her sudden outburst. His mouth was hanging open, eyes glowing and fangs bared in a feral state of hunger.
"This is what you wanted Clara." He said mockingly before singing his teeth into her.
She awoke with a frightening start when the light of the morning sun streamed through the balcony doors and a pain unlike anything she could have imagined crept over the exposed skin on her arms sending her screaming as she dived off the sofa into the nearby shadows.
Her vision was clouded in smoke from her scalded skin and her senses became overrun with the sensation of burning.
"Oh god it hurts so bad." She moaned as she blew onto the blistering wound.
"You would have healed by now if you had done as I said. But you always have to learn the hard way." The demonic entity sighed. "If you do not feed soon your arm will stay like that and the master does not want an ugly woman for his bride."
"I'm not his bride nor will I ever be. I don't care if I never see him again." Clara snapped back.
"Do not lie to yourself Clara. I know what lurks in your lusting heart and more importantly so do you. Even in your dreams you want him to have you."
Clara scoffed "That was not a dream that was a horrific nightmare. One that I hope soon enough to forget. And for the love of god stay out of my head when I am sleeping."
She winced as she gently blew on the blistering wound. It wasn't a huge mark but she could see it ran deep enough to where she could almost see muscle.
"You want him Clara."
"Silence! I will not hear anymore of this nonsense. I am in an immense amount of pain here so if you would kindly shut up."
"A little bit of blood and it will all be over "
She ignored those last words as best she could. She didn't want blood. But she did.
Clara looked aimlessly around her trying to think of anything that would help. There where some frozen steaks in the freezer, perhaps if she defrosted them the blood from that would sate her.
"It will not work. The blood of animals is useless and also it's dead blood. You will get very ill if you drink that."
Clara did not answer and was about to storm into the kitchen but then as luck would have it, a pigeon flew onto the nearby windowsill. It wasn't particularly big nor was it by any means tasty looking but in that moment she would take that pathetic looking creature over nothing at all.
"If you have nothing helpful to say then say nothing at all. I am not going to kill a human being."
With lightning fast reflexes she snatched the poor bird up and sank her aching fangs into its tiny body. It screeched and flapped helplessly for a few moments until finally flopping dead in her grasp.
It's blood was incredibly weak and completely unappetising. The texture was akin to watered down milk and the taste was absolutely disgusting to her. But despite this Clara found herself somewhat sated, in that the burning in her neck had gone from inferno to slightly less inferno. And the injury on her arm seemed to heal a small amount. At the very least the pain went away.
Dropping the lifeless fowl on the floor the new vampires had to clutch her mouth to save her from throwing up her meal.
"Ugh that was awful." She said to herself trying to hold in the oncoming retch.
She felt sick as she looked at the tiny corpse at her feet and an overwhelming sensation of dread overtook her and she fought hard to stop the flow of fresh tears pouring down her face.
But she did not fight hard enough and sinking to her knees she did something she had not done for a long time.
She prayed.
In weeping silence she begged god to forgive and deliver her. She offered everything she had left to him in exchange for a swift end to her torment.
But her please seemed to fall on deaf ears for no offering of comfort nor feelings of acknowledgment where granted to her. Her father had completely abandoned her.
For the first time in her life she felt truly and utterly alone. And in a dark corner of her once happy home she hid herself away.
Alrighty a bit of an abrupt ending there but thats how i roll xD I based my Drac heavily off of Rox's chaotic energy in the movie so the up and down mood swings in this chapter are defo me trying to channel that. Let me know what you think and i'll see you in the next one.