Betrayal
Now that I have told you all about Saphire, I will continue with my story.
The beginning of this story has nothing to do with Saphire. In fact she was out eating "dinner" alone. I was on the couch, asleep, after watching old reruns of friends. After about 2 hours I felt something, in the room with me. I opened my eyes, blinked a few times and then saw him.
Dark. He was hurt, badly hurt. There was blood everywhere; even his skin was covered with dried crusted blood. I shook my head, hoping to clear the image burned into my mind. He talked to me. I don't exactly remember what he said but I knew he said some other vamps attacked him, for his blood. This was totally not good. I didn't know what to do. I was confused and scared and.. well.. me!
I rapped him up in a wool blanket and asked him what he needed. I was acting stupid. I knew what he needed. I knew he needed blood. And quick. I almost thought of leaving him there to run down and get the first human I could find but I decided I couldn't leave his side. Who knew if the vamps had followed him here? I felt weak and uncaring, because I was too scared to give him blood. My blood.
Now that I think back on it I think the reason was I was being selfish. My blood was the only thing I had left that was my own. My body was human made plastic (well not plastic but you get my drift), my mind had been taken over more than once. My material possessions weren't really mine they were humans. But my blood. Well no one had taken that yet.
The sad thing was that I felt torn between to things that I both loved, and needed. The only thing that made me stop debating was when he started throwing up blood. It gave me the absolute chills. When I was really little, Cell would hurt me pretty bad, and I'd puke up blood. The taste made me sick, the feeling freaked me out, and it slowly killed you. All three things I hated. All three things I didn't want Dark to have to suffer through, especially the killing. So I told him I knew he needed blood, and to just ask me for it.
He didn't. Big surprise there. He told me he didn't want to, that it wasn't right to do that to someone you cared about. I lied and told him I wanted it, and although most of it was a lie I really did want him to be ok, so I came of all hero like, and told him just to do it.
He still didn't. I was getting frustrated. Finally I just decided to use his weakness, as my strength. And man did it work.
I knew he was hungry. I'm not all stupid. I knew he could hear the blood, rushing through my artificial veins. I knew he wanted it. So I took his head and placed it to my chest, right next to my heart, and told him I wanted to help. And Presto before I knew it his fangs were in his neck.
Like sex I found no happiness from this act. It didn't hurt but I hated the feeling. I hated feeling myself being swept away in a current of blood; I hated seeing my sick, sad, pathetic excuse for a life flash before my eyes, and most of all I hated the way I couldn't pull away, couldn't fight some unknown force. Tears formed in my eyes as I watched myself be drained of the only thing I owned. My blood.
After it stopped I was confused, scared, a weak. Dark tried to give me a hug but I pulled back. The thought of my blood running through his vampiric veins chilled me to the bone. He left shortly after, feeling awkward and sad. And I was left alone.
I was usually content being alone. But not now. I felt small, weak, and. dead. I walked into my bedroom, and collapsed on the bed. I was too weak to move, to think, to feel. All my strength went to sleeping, but even then I was rocked with twisted dreams, half reality half mirrored images of things I had seen.
Just before dawn I felt, something picking me up. I couldn't move, I couldn't even see the thing, but I knew it was no good. Evil, was the word that first came to mind. I felt it shove me in a box and then stole me out of my own house. It carried me somewhere, which I still don't know to this day, before throwing me (quite roughly I must add) onto the ground.
I slept, uneasily, all day long. Gaining strength, with every breath, gaining wisdom with every pint of blood, and gaining speed with every muscle. I finally opened my eyes and looked around. I was trapped in a coffin like box, under the ground. I gave a little moan before pushing on the top of the box. It didn't budge. I must have been buried pretty far down.
Humans are unnerved by the thought of being buried alive, and although I am not human I act human, making me scared of dieing, trapped in a small space, underground.
I sat there for a moment pondering what to do before I decided upon blowing it open with my "amazing" strength. Stupidly I tried and "forgetting" my blood loss problem, ended up knocking myself out. I slept for another 5 hours before I felt the box being brought above ground. I gave a quick sigh of relief before bracing myself for what would open it. The lid slowly opened and I was face to face with a full fledged, very unhappy, vamp. Not a good sign.
He looked me over and licked his lips, obviously wanting to scare me. He succeeded. I gave a quick scream before grabbing his neck, jerking it around, and pushing him away. All in all I broke his neck, in a few more than one place. The bad thing was he had brought his "friends" along. Four very hungry, very bloodthirsty, vamps.
They moved closer, silently, deadly. I pulled myself to a sitting position, my head spinning, my hands trembling, spasms running up my legs and into my lower stomach. They were close now, I could see the points on their fangs, the gleam in their eyes, as they surrounded me.
And then they attacked. Two to my wrists, one to my neck, and one to the back of my leg. Ripping the flesh greedily. I screamed and pushed the one at my neck off. He laughed before plunging ever deeper into the flesh, taking away My Blood. The thing I had had but no one else had. I stopped screaming, for I could no longer breath. They were going to kill me. I closed me eyes, trembling, and let them drink their share. After they were done they stuck me back in my coffin, and buried me again.
There was nothing left for me. I had barely enough blood to live, I couldn't give them anymore. A wave of sickness passed over me and I threw up. I sighed, wishing for death to come, before going to sleep.
Again they came for me. Dug me up, opened the lid, licked their lips and chowed down on my delicious blood. The one I had hurt wasn't very happy with me and he drank the most, leaving me as close to dead as he could. They didn't bother burying me, they dumped me in a river, laughing.
I lie there for a few days. Cold, scared, and alone. My blood was gone, leaving me with but a few drops of water. Amazing how my body kept me alive, while I should have been dead.
Next minute I realized I was in Dark's arms. Strong, caring, and warm. They were beautiful. I couldn't move, so I just let him lead me to wherever he was taking me. And then a castle. And a girl. And safety.
I suddenly felt blood. Not my blood but blood all the same. I could breath again, I could move, I could see! I sat up, and looked right into Dark's eyes. My savoir. I jumped up and ran over, hugging him with all my strength. Thank God for best friends. I suddenly realized the girl, Maria, was in the room with us. I blushed, reminding myself she had saved me, and thanked her. She nodded and I took that as a "You welcome." I turned back to Dark, watching the worried expression, hoping he wouldn't be to upset. I didn't like making people sad, or upset. It hurt me to make people feel this way. And yet I was doing this to Dark. Making him feel something he didn't want to feel. Hurting him.
And so I left the castle.
Now that I have told you all about Saphire, I will continue with my story.
The beginning of this story has nothing to do with Saphire. In fact she was out eating "dinner" alone. I was on the couch, asleep, after watching old reruns of friends. After about 2 hours I felt something, in the room with me. I opened my eyes, blinked a few times and then saw him.
Dark. He was hurt, badly hurt. There was blood everywhere; even his skin was covered with dried crusted blood. I shook my head, hoping to clear the image burned into my mind. He talked to me. I don't exactly remember what he said but I knew he said some other vamps attacked him, for his blood. This was totally not good. I didn't know what to do. I was confused and scared and.. well.. me!
I rapped him up in a wool blanket and asked him what he needed. I was acting stupid. I knew what he needed. I knew he needed blood. And quick. I almost thought of leaving him there to run down and get the first human I could find but I decided I couldn't leave his side. Who knew if the vamps had followed him here? I felt weak and uncaring, because I was too scared to give him blood. My blood.
Now that I think back on it I think the reason was I was being selfish. My blood was the only thing I had left that was my own. My body was human made plastic (well not plastic but you get my drift), my mind had been taken over more than once. My material possessions weren't really mine they were humans. But my blood. Well no one had taken that yet.
The sad thing was that I felt torn between to things that I both loved, and needed. The only thing that made me stop debating was when he started throwing up blood. It gave me the absolute chills. When I was really little, Cell would hurt me pretty bad, and I'd puke up blood. The taste made me sick, the feeling freaked me out, and it slowly killed you. All three things I hated. All three things I didn't want Dark to have to suffer through, especially the killing. So I told him I knew he needed blood, and to just ask me for it.
He didn't. Big surprise there. He told me he didn't want to, that it wasn't right to do that to someone you cared about. I lied and told him I wanted it, and although most of it was a lie I really did want him to be ok, so I came of all hero like, and told him just to do it.
He still didn't. I was getting frustrated. Finally I just decided to use his weakness, as my strength. And man did it work.
I knew he was hungry. I'm not all stupid. I knew he could hear the blood, rushing through my artificial veins. I knew he wanted it. So I took his head and placed it to my chest, right next to my heart, and told him I wanted to help. And Presto before I knew it his fangs were in his neck.
Like sex I found no happiness from this act. It didn't hurt but I hated the feeling. I hated feeling myself being swept away in a current of blood; I hated seeing my sick, sad, pathetic excuse for a life flash before my eyes, and most of all I hated the way I couldn't pull away, couldn't fight some unknown force. Tears formed in my eyes as I watched myself be drained of the only thing I owned. My blood.
After it stopped I was confused, scared, a weak. Dark tried to give me a hug but I pulled back. The thought of my blood running through his vampiric veins chilled me to the bone. He left shortly after, feeling awkward and sad. And I was left alone.
I was usually content being alone. But not now. I felt small, weak, and. dead. I walked into my bedroom, and collapsed on the bed. I was too weak to move, to think, to feel. All my strength went to sleeping, but even then I was rocked with twisted dreams, half reality half mirrored images of things I had seen.
Just before dawn I felt, something picking me up. I couldn't move, I couldn't even see the thing, but I knew it was no good. Evil, was the word that first came to mind. I felt it shove me in a box and then stole me out of my own house. It carried me somewhere, which I still don't know to this day, before throwing me (quite roughly I must add) onto the ground.
I slept, uneasily, all day long. Gaining strength, with every breath, gaining wisdom with every pint of blood, and gaining speed with every muscle. I finally opened my eyes and looked around. I was trapped in a coffin like box, under the ground. I gave a little moan before pushing on the top of the box. It didn't budge. I must have been buried pretty far down.
Humans are unnerved by the thought of being buried alive, and although I am not human I act human, making me scared of dieing, trapped in a small space, underground.
I sat there for a moment pondering what to do before I decided upon blowing it open with my "amazing" strength. Stupidly I tried and "forgetting" my blood loss problem, ended up knocking myself out. I slept for another 5 hours before I felt the box being brought above ground. I gave a quick sigh of relief before bracing myself for what would open it. The lid slowly opened and I was face to face with a full fledged, very unhappy, vamp. Not a good sign.
He looked me over and licked his lips, obviously wanting to scare me. He succeeded. I gave a quick scream before grabbing his neck, jerking it around, and pushing him away. All in all I broke his neck, in a few more than one place. The bad thing was he had brought his "friends" along. Four very hungry, very bloodthirsty, vamps.
They moved closer, silently, deadly. I pulled myself to a sitting position, my head spinning, my hands trembling, spasms running up my legs and into my lower stomach. They were close now, I could see the points on their fangs, the gleam in their eyes, as they surrounded me.
And then they attacked. Two to my wrists, one to my neck, and one to the back of my leg. Ripping the flesh greedily. I screamed and pushed the one at my neck off. He laughed before plunging ever deeper into the flesh, taking away My Blood. The thing I had had but no one else had. I stopped screaming, for I could no longer breath. They were going to kill me. I closed me eyes, trembling, and let them drink their share. After they were done they stuck me back in my coffin, and buried me again.
There was nothing left for me. I had barely enough blood to live, I couldn't give them anymore. A wave of sickness passed over me and I threw up. I sighed, wishing for death to come, before going to sleep.
Again they came for me. Dug me up, opened the lid, licked their lips and chowed down on my delicious blood. The one I had hurt wasn't very happy with me and he drank the most, leaving me as close to dead as he could. They didn't bother burying me, they dumped me in a river, laughing.
I lie there for a few days. Cold, scared, and alone. My blood was gone, leaving me with but a few drops of water. Amazing how my body kept me alive, while I should have been dead.
Next minute I realized I was in Dark's arms. Strong, caring, and warm. They were beautiful. I couldn't move, so I just let him lead me to wherever he was taking me. And then a castle. And a girl. And safety.
I suddenly felt blood. Not my blood but blood all the same. I could breath again, I could move, I could see! I sat up, and looked right into Dark's eyes. My savoir. I jumped up and ran over, hugging him with all my strength. Thank God for best friends. I suddenly realized the girl, Maria, was in the room with us. I blushed, reminding myself she had saved me, and thanked her. She nodded and I took that as a "You welcome." I turned back to Dark, watching the worried expression, hoping he wouldn't be to upset. I didn't like making people sad, or upset. It hurt me to make people feel this way. And yet I was doing this to Dark. Making him feel something he didn't want to feel. Hurting him.
And so I left the castle.