Part Two-Darla
The rain continued to pound against the vessel, and Rebekah found it hard to close her eyes. Despite the warmth of being so close to her mother, her thoughts stayed with her father. She did not like the idea of him being outside. Daddies were supposed to stay and keep their daughters safe, not venture out into the dark night where hurtful things lay.
She whimpered softly as a loud crackle of thunder shook the small bed that held her mother. "Mum," she whispered, her voice shaking. She propped herself up on her elbows and peeked over at her sleeping mother, needing to see the comfort of her mother's honey colored eyes. Her voice shook as her lower lip stuck out and begin to tremble, "Mum, I'm scared."
Rebekah grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her small body, trying to shield out the sounds of the shrieking winds that were pounding on the cabin. Another bolt of thunder echoed through the vessel, and Rebekah jumped off the bed, scrambling for the corner of the room. She sat there, with her hands covering her ears, desperately trying to block out the sounds of the storm.
"I want my daddy," she whispered pulling her knees up to her chest. "I want my daddy, I want my daddy," she repeated, rocking herself.
Lightning illuminated the room, and she jumped. The sound of footsteps greeted her ears, and she could vaguely make out the shadow of someone on the other side of the door. "Daddy," she cried out.
She ripped off her blanket and ran to the door, crying out for her father. She struggled to wrestle the door from the hands of the wind, ignoring the cold air that swept through the cabin. Pushing it open with all of her strength, Rebekah walked out onto the deck, her small feet tiptoeing against the icy deck of the boat. "Daddy?" she called out.
She walked along, shivering as the rain pelted against her skin. Her blonde curls sat limply against her scalp, dripping cold torrents of water down her face. She kept her eyes open, ignoring the burning sensation of the water in her eyes, and set out to find her father. "Daddy," she croaked.
In the distance, she could make out the figure of two men talking, one of them looking very familiar to her. "Daddy's there," she smiled to herself. Suddenly, she could not feel the rain nor wind, only the sound of her father's voice. She felt a surge of happiness swell through her, with relief wiping out the last of her fears.
*~*
"What are you?" Charles backed away slowly, unsure if he was really seeing what was right in front of his eyes.
The thing that stood in front of him laughed, as a slow smile spread on its face.
"What are you?" Charles backed away slowly, confusion and fear etched on his face. In his entire life, he had never seen anything like what was standing in front of him.
"What am I?" the thing asked, smiling broadly. "Are you prepared for what I am?"
"You are something unholy, that is to be sure of."
The thing laughed again, a loud throaty cackle that seemed to carry with the wind. The sound of its voice made Charles shiver, he was sure he was in the company of the devil itself.
"Yes.Unholy, I am," the thing sang. "Unholy to the highest power." It walked closer to Charles, scraping its long nails against the railing of the boat. "Even the stars themselves hide when I come out."
Charles backed into the railing of the vessel, feeling the cool metal grind up against the skin of his back. "What do you want?"
The thing's face morphed, and smiled when it heard Charles' scream. "Why, I want to feed." It grabbed the man and tore into his neck, its fangs ripping through the meaty flesh. It sucked at the neck, gulping down the crimson fluid until there was nothing left for it to drink. Feeling sated, the creature removed its teeth from the man's neck, and carelessly threw the body over the railing.
*~*
Rebekah watched as the creature pushed her father over the boat railing, and screamed. "Daddy!" She ran over to the railing, tears streaming down her face. "Daddy!" she screamed again.
"Well, well, well," it sang, its teeth still red from feeding, "what do we have here."
Rebekah turned toward the thing, her eyes wide with terror. "Please," she whispered, "help my daddy."
It touched her golden mane, it's palm sliding down to cup her pixie face. Rebekah shuddered at the feel of its rough skin, but she willed her eyes open. Tiny drops of water escaped the corner of her eyelids as she stared into the face of the thing in front of her.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing," the vampire hissed.
Rebekah whined loudly as the thing grabbed her neck and held her up. She gasped, desperately trying to get air into her small lungs.
The vampire brought her neck close to his mouth. "I could drink from you now, little one. Your skin smells of an innocence and purity that would melt in my mouth. But I sense you serve a greater purpose yet." He threw her down onto the deck, and smiled down at the crying little girl. "Your time has not yet come. But it will, it will. And when it does, the heavens themselves will scream."
The rain continued to pound against the vessel, and Rebekah found it hard to close her eyes. Despite the warmth of being so close to her mother, her thoughts stayed with her father. She did not like the idea of him being outside. Daddies were supposed to stay and keep their daughters safe, not venture out into the dark night where hurtful things lay.
She whimpered softly as a loud crackle of thunder shook the small bed that held her mother. "Mum," she whispered, her voice shaking. She propped herself up on her elbows and peeked over at her sleeping mother, needing to see the comfort of her mother's honey colored eyes. Her voice shook as her lower lip stuck out and begin to tremble, "Mum, I'm scared."
Rebekah grabbed a blanket off the bed and wrapped it around her small body, trying to shield out the sounds of the shrieking winds that were pounding on the cabin. Another bolt of thunder echoed through the vessel, and Rebekah jumped off the bed, scrambling for the corner of the room. She sat there, with her hands covering her ears, desperately trying to block out the sounds of the storm.
"I want my daddy," she whispered pulling her knees up to her chest. "I want my daddy, I want my daddy," she repeated, rocking herself.
Lightning illuminated the room, and she jumped. The sound of footsteps greeted her ears, and she could vaguely make out the shadow of someone on the other side of the door. "Daddy," she cried out.
She ripped off her blanket and ran to the door, crying out for her father. She struggled to wrestle the door from the hands of the wind, ignoring the cold air that swept through the cabin. Pushing it open with all of her strength, Rebekah walked out onto the deck, her small feet tiptoeing against the icy deck of the boat. "Daddy?" she called out.
She walked along, shivering as the rain pelted against her skin. Her blonde curls sat limply against her scalp, dripping cold torrents of water down her face. She kept her eyes open, ignoring the burning sensation of the water in her eyes, and set out to find her father. "Daddy," she croaked.
In the distance, she could make out the figure of two men talking, one of them looking very familiar to her. "Daddy's there," she smiled to herself. Suddenly, she could not feel the rain nor wind, only the sound of her father's voice. She felt a surge of happiness swell through her, with relief wiping out the last of her fears.
*~*
"What are you?" Charles backed away slowly, unsure if he was really seeing what was right in front of his eyes.
The thing that stood in front of him laughed, as a slow smile spread on its face.
"What are you?" Charles backed away slowly, confusion and fear etched on his face. In his entire life, he had never seen anything like what was standing in front of him.
"What am I?" the thing asked, smiling broadly. "Are you prepared for what I am?"
"You are something unholy, that is to be sure of."
The thing laughed again, a loud throaty cackle that seemed to carry with the wind. The sound of its voice made Charles shiver, he was sure he was in the company of the devil itself.
"Yes.Unholy, I am," the thing sang. "Unholy to the highest power." It walked closer to Charles, scraping its long nails against the railing of the boat. "Even the stars themselves hide when I come out."
Charles backed into the railing of the vessel, feeling the cool metal grind up against the skin of his back. "What do you want?"
The thing's face morphed, and smiled when it heard Charles' scream. "Why, I want to feed." It grabbed the man and tore into his neck, its fangs ripping through the meaty flesh. It sucked at the neck, gulping down the crimson fluid until there was nothing left for it to drink. Feeling sated, the creature removed its teeth from the man's neck, and carelessly threw the body over the railing.
*~*
Rebekah watched as the creature pushed her father over the boat railing, and screamed. "Daddy!" She ran over to the railing, tears streaming down her face. "Daddy!" she screamed again.
"Well, well, well," it sang, its teeth still red from feeding, "what do we have here."
Rebekah turned toward the thing, her eyes wide with terror. "Please," she whispered, "help my daddy."
It touched her golden mane, it's palm sliding down to cup her pixie face. Rebekah shuddered at the feel of its rough skin, but she willed her eyes open. Tiny drops of water escaped the corner of her eyelids as she stared into the face of the thing in front of her.
"Aren't you a pretty little thing," the vampire hissed.
Rebekah whined loudly as the thing grabbed her neck and held her up. She gasped, desperately trying to get air into her small lungs.
The vampire brought her neck close to his mouth. "I could drink from you now, little one. Your skin smells of an innocence and purity that would melt in my mouth. But I sense you serve a greater purpose yet." He threw her down onto the deck, and smiled down at the crying little girl. "Your time has not yet come. But it will, it will. And when it does, the heavens themselves will scream."