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As I woke, I felt my head throbbing. I groaned, the pain in my voice was almost tangible. I opened my eyes, and quickly closed them again. It seemed as if the world was twenty times brighter than it had been when I had fallen asleep. I reluctantly opened my eyes, but only a little. I saw that the couch I was laid upon was black. The leather couch was smooth to the touch. I was wrapped in a hunter green blanket that was warm and fuzzy. It smelled like laundry detergent, which to me was quite hilarious; what vampire washed their own clothes? I guess he had slaves, or I assumed. I peered over my shoulder and saw the source of light. A fireplace was blazing behind me, it's heat and light radiating around the room. Book cases were scattered around the room and a desk was in the corner next to a window. It was night outside and I could see the moon from where I laid. I had no idea where I was. My head spun as I tried to think of how I had gotten here. That's when I realized I wasn't breathing and that my heart did not pound. I felt fear come into my mind. Was I dead? I remebered everything, all at once. I felt like crying. I had always assumed Caryn would become a vampire, but I had been the one to become a leech in the end. I heard the door open as my vampire friend entered. I still hate him with a passion. His eyes travelled up and down me. I shuddered as his aura brushed up against mine. It was so powerful. He studied me as if waiting for me to throw myself at him and beg him to tell me this wasn't real. But I had sense enough to know that this was real and that I was dead, or undead really.
"How are you feeling, Anna? You need to feed. I'm grateful that you fought me so hard, you rival Aubrey with your power. Well, at least you will after you feed." He said this all warmly enough; which surprised me to some degree. But I would not follow his advice.
"I would rather die than feed off of the innocent. And as to how I am feeling, I feel as if you took a sledgehammer to my head." He slightly grinned. He still thought I was oh so funny. Stupid asshole. My aura carried my anger, which he felt and he changed his expression; to my surprise.
"Anna, look, I'm not trying to make you angry. I want you to survive." Before I could say anything in response to his comments, one of his slaves walked in. Well, I think it was his slave.
"What do you want?" the vampire asked. The slave's eyes were on the ground. It was pitiful to see a human being so submissive. I sighed, I didn't want to be like this.
"Master Chaos, a letter from your brother has came. Along with a box. Would you like it brought in?" Chaos. That was the first time I had heard his name. I had seen the flash of anger and pain in his eyes when his brother had been mentioned.
"Bring it in." The slave bowed and went out. Chaos and I sat in silence as we waited for the box and the letter. When the slave brought it in, she cast a curious glance at me, but then she left.
"What does it say? Who's your brother?" I asked Chaos. His eyes were narrowed and his aura expanded, fury was woven into every area of his energy. I was kind of curious what his brother could have wrote that would piss him off so much.
"I don't know why he sends me these letters; I burn them all anyway." He threw the small piece of paper into the flames. The paper burned into ugly, gray ash. Chaos then walked over to the box. He took out his knife and cut it open. He pulled out a teddy bear. I peered over at him. His aura was suffocating; only this time it was agony that suffocated me. He threw the box and the teddy at the wall. I heard glass shatter as the box hit the wall. He paced around the room. I didn't want to make any sudden movements, but I really wanted to stretch. As I stretched my arms over my head, I lightly touched my hair. Something was flaky in it. I cringed; I pulled out one of the flakes and saw it was dried blood. My blood.
"Do you want to get cleaned up?" I looked up in surprise, he was looking over at me in curiosity. I wonder if my sudden embarassment showed. Hopefully not, I didn't want the leech to see me blushing. I looked at my skin. It was so pale, I really felt like crying. I couldn't live as a vampire.
"No, I plan on dying, actually. So if you will kindly give me an instrument to do the task, I can die peacefully." He looked at me for a long while. I sat there frozen in his cold stare, though his eyes seemed to be ablaze. Finally, he threw his dagger onto the table in front of me. I looked at it.
"I know you wouldn't do that. Killing yourself means you are too weak to live, and I know that you have the strength to live. You would never admit your weakness, especially in front of me." I knew it was the truth, I couldn't kill myself. I let out a small whimper and sat down in my originating position. I held my head in my hands.
"But you will die if you do not feed. So, if you do not plan on feeding, you might as well end you immortal life now." If it came to that, I would feed. I refused to kill though. First things first, I did not want to be here. I raised my head.
"Fine. I'll feed, but not under your supervision. I do not want to be your prisoner. I am your equal now, so treat me like one." I sounded more desperate than I had intended, but he simply nodded. He picked me up and the next thing I knew, we were gone from the warm library.
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As I woke, I felt my head throbbing. I groaned, the pain in my voice was almost tangible. I opened my eyes, and quickly closed them again. It seemed as if the world was twenty times brighter than it had been when I had fallen asleep. I reluctantly opened my eyes, but only a little. I saw that the couch I was laid upon was black. The leather couch was smooth to the touch. I was wrapped in a hunter green blanket that was warm and fuzzy. It smelled like laundry detergent, which to me was quite hilarious; what vampire washed their own clothes? I guess he had slaves, or I assumed. I peered over my shoulder and saw the source of light. A fireplace was blazing behind me, it's heat and light radiating around the room. Book cases were scattered around the room and a desk was in the corner next to a window. It was night outside and I could see the moon from where I laid. I had no idea where I was. My head spun as I tried to think of how I had gotten here. That's when I realized I wasn't breathing and that my heart did not pound. I felt fear come into my mind. Was I dead? I remebered everything, all at once. I felt like crying. I had always assumed Caryn would become a vampire, but I had been the one to become a leech in the end. I heard the door open as my vampire friend entered. I still hate him with a passion. His eyes travelled up and down me. I shuddered as his aura brushed up against mine. It was so powerful. He studied me as if waiting for me to throw myself at him and beg him to tell me this wasn't real. But I had sense enough to know that this was real and that I was dead, or undead really.
"How are you feeling, Anna? You need to feed. I'm grateful that you fought me so hard, you rival Aubrey with your power. Well, at least you will after you feed." He said this all warmly enough; which surprised me to some degree. But I would not follow his advice.
"I would rather die than feed off of the innocent. And as to how I am feeling, I feel as if you took a sledgehammer to my head." He slightly grinned. He still thought I was oh so funny. Stupid asshole. My aura carried my anger, which he felt and he changed his expression; to my surprise.
"Anna, look, I'm not trying to make you angry. I want you to survive." Before I could say anything in response to his comments, one of his slaves walked in. Well, I think it was his slave.
"What do you want?" the vampire asked. The slave's eyes were on the ground. It was pitiful to see a human being so submissive. I sighed, I didn't want to be like this.
"Master Chaos, a letter from your brother has came. Along with a box. Would you like it brought in?" Chaos. That was the first time I had heard his name. I had seen the flash of anger and pain in his eyes when his brother had been mentioned.
"Bring it in." The slave bowed and went out. Chaos and I sat in silence as we waited for the box and the letter. When the slave brought it in, she cast a curious glance at me, but then she left.
"What does it say? Who's your brother?" I asked Chaos. His eyes were narrowed and his aura expanded, fury was woven into every area of his energy. I was kind of curious what his brother could have wrote that would piss him off so much.
"I don't know why he sends me these letters; I burn them all anyway." He threw the small piece of paper into the flames. The paper burned into ugly, gray ash. Chaos then walked over to the box. He took out his knife and cut it open. He pulled out a teddy bear. I peered over at him. His aura was suffocating; only this time it was agony that suffocated me. He threw the box and the teddy at the wall. I heard glass shatter as the box hit the wall. He paced around the room. I didn't want to make any sudden movements, but I really wanted to stretch. As I stretched my arms over my head, I lightly touched my hair. Something was flaky in it. I cringed; I pulled out one of the flakes and saw it was dried blood. My blood.
"Do you want to get cleaned up?" I looked up in surprise, he was looking over at me in curiosity. I wonder if my sudden embarassment showed. Hopefully not, I didn't want the leech to see me blushing. I looked at my skin. It was so pale, I really felt like crying. I couldn't live as a vampire.
"No, I plan on dying, actually. So if you will kindly give me an instrument to do the task, I can die peacefully." He looked at me for a long while. I sat there frozen in his cold stare, though his eyes seemed to be ablaze. Finally, he threw his dagger onto the table in front of me. I looked at it.
"I know you wouldn't do that. Killing yourself means you are too weak to live, and I know that you have the strength to live. You would never admit your weakness, especially in front of me." I knew it was the truth, I couldn't kill myself. I let out a small whimper and sat down in my originating position. I held my head in my hands.
"But you will die if you do not feed. So, if you do not plan on feeding, you might as well end you immortal life now." If it came to that, I would feed. I refused to kill though. First things first, I did not want to be here. I raised my head.
"Fine. I'll feed, but not under your supervision. I do not want to be your prisoner. I am your equal now, so treat me like one." I sounded more desperate than I had intended, but he simply nodded. He picked me up and the next thing I knew, we were gone from the warm library.
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