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any money. Yes I know I should get out more. I do however own a sexy
vampire called Tar, so hands off!
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CHAPTER THREE - AWAKENING
Mary Lynette woke up feeling light headed and strangely aware of her surroundings. It was like seeing everything for the first time again, the moon was brighter and the stars clearer. She could see each individual leaf on each tree and see the texture and thousands of colours that made up their density. She could hear twigs snapping as a fox came from it's den a mile away and a cat hissing at something on the outskirts of town. She was slightly disturbed that she could smell the blood flowing in the veins of a nearby fox, but it seemed perfectly natural to her.
Everything seemed sharper, which was probably why she heard the vampire sneaking up behind her. She spun inhumanly fast to see a vampire walking calmly towards her. He put his arms around her waist as if that's where they belonged and pulled her close. He gazed at her with those hungry green eyes from under a few loose strands of dark hair. She instinctively knew that she loved him and although she couldn't remember why, it didn't seem to matter.
He kissed her, and as he did so, it seemed that their bodies fitted together perfectly in cliché. He held her protectively for several minutes as their minds touched briefly, and then they began to walk back through the forest hand in hand. She tried to remember who he was. He was someone important she knew, but everything about him eluded her. She tried remembering where she'd seen him before but failed. She tried a simpler thing like what she'd done yesterday, but again, it was blank. She tried to remember her name, blank. She could only feel two sensations, hunger and love for this vampire. Panicking slightly, she broke the silence.
"Who am I?" She looked up at him, whilst they were walking.
He smiled at her first, thinking back to the fight she'd put up when he'd changed her and was glad that he'd wiped her memory just before she died. She clearly had no idea of her past life, her sisters, her brother, her soul mate. He was glad. His revenge would work well. She also loved him, but why she did, he wasn't quite sure. Could it be the blood bond, or something stirrer from someplace else? Knowing he would have to completely fabricate a history for her, he began.
"You know exactly who you are, Xanna. You're a vampire, like me and we've been together forever. We're soul mates you and I, and I love you more than anything else in the world. The only time we were apart was when he, Ash the human lover, kidnapped, tortured and tried to kill you. I found you as soon as I could and soon after, you went to sleep. You've been asleep for over a week now and I wasn't sure how much you would remember after the things he did to you. But we're together again now and that's all that matters."
Tar remembered how Ash had killed his soul mate nearly a century ago. How he had seduced her, and then drained her. He'd tried to turn her, but Tar had interrupted him and she hadn't gone all the way. Tar had killed her that same night when she'd woken up. He had dreamed of finding Ash's soul mate for so long, it seemed like his entire life had been spent looking for her. At first all he had wanted was to torture and kill her, as quickly as possible, to do to Ash what he'd done to him. But when he'd actually found her, he'd fallen in love with her spirit, her resistance against him when she knew she had no chance. He'd found love in Mary Lynette and his vengeance at Ash at the same time. His soul mate had been named Xanna, and now he had named Mary Lynette that, so, after Ash had been killed by his own soul mate, he and Xanna could be together for eternity. It was the perfect revenge and blessing combined.
Xanna was confused, she couldn't remember much of what the one she now called Tar had been talking about, only images of him. An ash blond vampire stalking towards her, biting her, she kicked him, but still he came. Startling beautiful as the moonlight shone through his hair, as he leaned down towards her where she had fallen. She shook the memory from her head. If Tar said that was what had happened then it must be true. One day, she and Tar would hunt down the one called Ash, and make him pay for what he had done to her. She may not remember exactly what that had been, but the way Tar looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking told her the story well enough. He would be sorry. Well, he wouldn't actually be sorry because he'd be dead. It was of little consequence. She looked over the city lights of Los Angeles from the landscape hill where they stood, and knew instinctively she was home once more.
I'm hungry. She said to Tar, who looked back at her with an equal hunger and blood lust.
Ash resides in the place vermin call Briar's Creek. First we feed, then we hunt.
She smiled at his thoughts and agreed. Humans were vermin and as she felt her bloodlust rise, she felt her teeth lengthen and eyes become slightly silvery. She imagined a dozen ways to kill him, hurt him and those who loved him, and smiling with a huntress's eyes she cried:
Let's go. And ran off towards the city, with Tar at her heels.
CHAPTER THREE - AWAKENING
Mary Lynette woke up feeling light headed and strangely aware of her surroundings. It was like seeing everything for the first time again, the moon was brighter and the stars clearer. She could see each individual leaf on each tree and see the texture and thousands of colours that made up their density. She could hear twigs snapping as a fox came from it's den a mile away and a cat hissing at something on the outskirts of town. She was slightly disturbed that she could smell the blood flowing in the veins of a nearby fox, but it seemed perfectly natural to her.
Everything seemed sharper, which was probably why she heard the vampire sneaking up behind her. She spun inhumanly fast to see a vampire walking calmly towards her. He put his arms around her waist as if that's where they belonged and pulled her close. He gazed at her with those hungry green eyes from under a few loose strands of dark hair. She instinctively knew that she loved him and although she couldn't remember why, it didn't seem to matter.
He kissed her, and as he did so, it seemed that their bodies fitted together perfectly in cliché. He held her protectively for several minutes as their minds touched briefly, and then they began to walk back through the forest hand in hand. She tried to remember who he was. He was someone important she knew, but everything about him eluded her. She tried remembering where she'd seen him before but failed. She tried a simpler thing like what she'd done yesterday, but again, it was blank. She tried to remember her name, blank. She could only feel two sensations, hunger and love for this vampire. Panicking slightly, she broke the silence.
"Who am I?" She looked up at him, whilst they were walking.
He smiled at her first, thinking back to the fight she'd put up when he'd changed her and was glad that he'd wiped her memory just before she died. She clearly had no idea of her past life, her sisters, her brother, her soul mate. He was glad. His revenge would work well. She also loved him, but why she did, he wasn't quite sure. Could it be the blood bond, or something stirrer from someplace else? Knowing he would have to completely fabricate a history for her, he began.
"You know exactly who you are, Xanna. You're a vampire, like me and we've been together forever. We're soul mates you and I, and I love you more than anything else in the world. The only time we were apart was when he, Ash the human lover, kidnapped, tortured and tried to kill you. I found you as soon as I could and soon after, you went to sleep. You've been asleep for over a week now and I wasn't sure how much you would remember after the things he did to you. But we're together again now and that's all that matters."
Tar remembered how Ash had killed his soul mate nearly a century ago. How he had seduced her, and then drained her. He'd tried to turn her, but Tar had interrupted him and she hadn't gone all the way. Tar had killed her that same night when she'd woken up. He had dreamed of finding Ash's soul mate for so long, it seemed like his entire life had been spent looking for her. At first all he had wanted was to torture and kill her, as quickly as possible, to do to Ash what he'd done to him. But when he'd actually found her, he'd fallen in love with her spirit, her resistance against him when she knew she had no chance. He'd found love in Mary Lynette and his vengeance at Ash at the same time. His soul mate had been named Xanna, and now he had named Mary Lynette that, so, after Ash had been killed by his own soul mate, he and Xanna could be together for eternity. It was the perfect revenge and blessing combined.
Xanna was confused, she couldn't remember much of what the one she now called Tar had been talking about, only images of him. An ash blond vampire stalking towards her, biting her, she kicked him, but still he came. Startling beautiful as the moonlight shone through his hair, as he leaned down towards her where she had fallen. She shook the memory from her head. If Tar said that was what had happened then it must be true. One day, she and Tar would hunt down the one called Ash, and make him pay for what he had done to her. She may not remember exactly what that had been, but the way Tar looked at her when he thought she wasn't looking told her the story well enough. He would be sorry. Well, he wouldn't actually be sorry because he'd be dead. It was of little consequence. She looked over the city lights of Los Angeles from the landscape hill where they stood, and knew instinctively she was home once more.
I'm hungry. She said to Tar, who looked back at her with an equal hunger and blood lust.
Ash resides in the place vermin call Briar's Creek. First we feed, then we hunt.
She smiled at his thoughts and agreed. Humans were vermin and as she felt her bloodlust rise, she felt her teeth lengthen and eyes become slightly silvery. She imagined a dozen ways to kill him, hurt him and those who loved him, and smiling with a huntress's eyes she cried:
Let's go. And ran off towards the city, with Tar at her heels.