Disclaimer: I only own a few of them. All the others aren't mine (and in a
way I'm glad, evil vampires).
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, please, the only reason I write these is for you guys so fuel my imagination. It only takes a few seconds. You know you want to. Ok. Just tell me if this story is getting a little clichéd. Now remember keep the reviews coming. I love them.
Ch 7 Bride of evil
Fred felt herself falling to the floor but was powerless to stop it. She had never felt so weak, she remembered what she had thought before she came here, some lonely old man, if only she had listened to her friends. She wasn't angry with Lestat which surprised her, she had been terrified but that was draining from her as quickly as the blood.
She could feel Lestat on top of her now but still she felt no terror, or regret. Fred almost wanted him to continue even though her head was beginning to feel light and she didn't think she could move her arms.
Lestat knew exactly what she was feeling and he was pleased that she was having so much fun; he loved this part, seeing them suffer at first then all fear disappear. He longed for her to love him and become his soul mate if that was the right word.
After a while Lestat stopped. Her heart had almost stopped and she was no longer conscious but he knew she could still feel his presence and he wanted her more than anything. He knew the process was long and sometimes painful for the victim but he also knew that soon he would have her and she would love him like he always wanted.
Lestat sat back and admired the pale woman lying on his stone floor, she had a slight trickle of blood flowing from the puncture wound in her throat and a little blood was now on the floor. He noticed her shallow breathing and smiled when he looked at her and admired her beauty.
He sat there for some time waiting for the tingling to stop and for the will to draw himself away from her. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud banging from the other side of the door. He remembered what the woman had said, people were coming. He looked around the room, half expecting one of them to be stood behind him. He heard shouts from outside and decided that it was no longer safe to just sit there waiting for something to happen.
He stood up and felt the blood rush to his head, he hadn't realised how powerful she had been. He sighed and looked down at her. He bent down and scooped her into his arms, she weighed nothing in his eyes and he stared at her. She moaned slightly and her head fell forward onto his shoulder. He smiled and walked over to the huge bed that stood on one side of the room.
Lestat placed Fred on the bed gently and once again looked at her adoringly. He touched her cheek and smiled when he found that it was cold. It was only a matter of time before she awoke as one alike himself. Then she would marry him and they would walk the Earth together just like the old witch had told him centuries ago. He couldn't wait for her to awake and realised that she was immortal and his.
The banging on the door once again interrupted him. He snapped his head around to see the door cracking, he took one last look at his bride and kissed her frozen cheek. He then ran over to the opposite wall and grabbed a sword from a display. He had not had to fight with a sword for years but he had a feeling that he was going to enjoy this particular fight.
Lestat stood in the middle of the room and waited for the door to be broken down, he smiled when finally the door buckled and men came pouring into the room. They carried torches and what looked like pick-axes. They froze when they saw Lestat standing there with a sword in his hand. They instantly knew that the young woman who had said something about an old man was wrong. The evil look on his face was all they needed to confirm his evilness.
One of the men dashed forward with his sword drawn. He was killed instantly as Lestat's own sword pushed through the man's stomach. He fell to the floor and was swiftly surrounded by a pool of blood.
The other people in the mob stood stunned at the fact that the man had been killed so quickly. They didn't dare to move from fear and amazement.
"What are you waiting for? Do you not think you can kill a man that has been around for so long? After all you surely know how to fight." Lestat smiled once again.
This comment appeared to bring the men into action and several of them charged forwards to confront Lestat. Unfortunately for the men Lestat was a skilled swordsman and it would take more than an unruly mob to defeat him. He fought off all the men that came at him without hesitation. Soon there were none standing except the few that had remained behind, they were too scared to face Lestat.
One of the men was taking in his surroundings and noticed Fred who was laid on the bed with a trickle of blood running down her neck. The man looked shocked at the sight of such a young child being tortured in such a way. Even though the man and her were far away from each other the man knew that there was no life left in her.
Lestat followed their gaze. He smiled at the look of horror on the man's face.
"I see you have spotted my bride. A beautiful thing, wouldn't you agree?"
At these words anger came on the man's face and he took a step forward only to be interrupted by the entrance of a woman. It was Bob. The mob's original plan had been to use her as bait but when they had stormed the castle they realised that they no longer needed her and she had been almost forgotten and abandoned at the back of the mob. At the mention of a woman Bob moved forward knowing that it was Fred.
She stared coldly at Lestat and walked over to the bed. She looked down at her friend who was now deathly pale and showed no signs of life at all. Bob pressed her finger up against Fred's mutilated neck and checked for a pulse. She sighed and looked once again at Lestat who was watching her with fascination.
"Just think my lady, it could have been you on that bed but you wouldn't allow it to happen. You killed your friend. How does that feel?"
Bob didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her angry. She threw him an evil look and retreated to the mob.
"You are nothing but an evil monster, I would never go with you." Bob spat angrily.
Lestat merely smiled and looked across to the bed at his bride. He wanted so much to lay down with her, making his own kind had always been tiring and he was exhausted but he would not allow his bride and castle to be taken over by humans.
"Let us finish this now. I have things to do."
The men rushed forward and tried to knock Lestat down but it didn't work. He fought back. Just as the men thought they were losing one of them came up behind Lestat and tried to hit him, he felt the man's presence behind him but was powerless to change anything. He braced himself for the blow but it never came. He quickly knocked the last person out and searched with his eyes for the leader and Bob but they were nowhere to be seen.
He turned around to find out why the man hadn't struck him and saw Fred stood before him holding the other sword that had been on display on the wall. The blade was covered in the dead man's blood.
She looked up at him and smiled. He had never seen anyone recover so quickly from being changed. He didn't understand what had happened but he didn't question it. He nodded his thanks and let his sword to fall to the ground. He heard someone approach and turned quickly to see who it was. He was ready to defend himself when he realised that it was Neill. He looked back to Fred who was wavering slightly. He saw that she was beginning to fall and took a step forward and caught her. He swept her up in his arms and she fell into unconsciousness.
He shouted to Neill to get their horses ready and with one last glance around the room, which had turned into a battlefield, he smiled at all the dead men that had thought they could defeat him.
He strolled out of the room and when out in the courtyard he mounted his horse. Neill wasn't far behind him as he sped off through the gates with Fred in front of him on the same horse. He knew the mob would quickly be reformed and would go back to the castle. He had to make sure his bride was safe.
A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, please, the only reason I write these is for you guys so fuel my imagination. It only takes a few seconds. You know you want to. Ok. Just tell me if this story is getting a little clichéd. Now remember keep the reviews coming. I love them.
Ch 7 Bride of evil
Fred felt herself falling to the floor but was powerless to stop it. She had never felt so weak, she remembered what she had thought before she came here, some lonely old man, if only she had listened to her friends. She wasn't angry with Lestat which surprised her, she had been terrified but that was draining from her as quickly as the blood.
She could feel Lestat on top of her now but still she felt no terror, or regret. Fred almost wanted him to continue even though her head was beginning to feel light and she didn't think she could move her arms.
Lestat knew exactly what she was feeling and he was pleased that she was having so much fun; he loved this part, seeing them suffer at first then all fear disappear. He longed for her to love him and become his soul mate if that was the right word.
After a while Lestat stopped. Her heart had almost stopped and she was no longer conscious but he knew she could still feel his presence and he wanted her more than anything. He knew the process was long and sometimes painful for the victim but he also knew that soon he would have her and she would love him like he always wanted.
Lestat sat back and admired the pale woman lying on his stone floor, she had a slight trickle of blood flowing from the puncture wound in her throat and a little blood was now on the floor. He noticed her shallow breathing and smiled when he looked at her and admired her beauty.
He sat there for some time waiting for the tingling to stop and for the will to draw himself away from her. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard a loud banging from the other side of the door. He remembered what the woman had said, people were coming. He looked around the room, half expecting one of them to be stood behind him. He heard shouts from outside and decided that it was no longer safe to just sit there waiting for something to happen.
He stood up and felt the blood rush to his head, he hadn't realised how powerful she had been. He sighed and looked down at her. He bent down and scooped her into his arms, she weighed nothing in his eyes and he stared at her. She moaned slightly and her head fell forward onto his shoulder. He smiled and walked over to the huge bed that stood on one side of the room.
Lestat placed Fred on the bed gently and once again looked at her adoringly. He touched her cheek and smiled when he found that it was cold. It was only a matter of time before she awoke as one alike himself. Then she would marry him and they would walk the Earth together just like the old witch had told him centuries ago. He couldn't wait for her to awake and realised that she was immortal and his.
The banging on the door once again interrupted him. He snapped his head around to see the door cracking, he took one last look at his bride and kissed her frozen cheek. He then ran over to the opposite wall and grabbed a sword from a display. He had not had to fight with a sword for years but he had a feeling that he was going to enjoy this particular fight.
Lestat stood in the middle of the room and waited for the door to be broken down, he smiled when finally the door buckled and men came pouring into the room. They carried torches and what looked like pick-axes. They froze when they saw Lestat standing there with a sword in his hand. They instantly knew that the young woman who had said something about an old man was wrong. The evil look on his face was all they needed to confirm his evilness.
One of the men dashed forward with his sword drawn. He was killed instantly as Lestat's own sword pushed through the man's stomach. He fell to the floor and was swiftly surrounded by a pool of blood.
The other people in the mob stood stunned at the fact that the man had been killed so quickly. They didn't dare to move from fear and amazement.
"What are you waiting for? Do you not think you can kill a man that has been around for so long? After all you surely know how to fight." Lestat smiled once again.
This comment appeared to bring the men into action and several of them charged forwards to confront Lestat. Unfortunately for the men Lestat was a skilled swordsman and it would take more than an unruly mob to defeat him. He fought off all the men that came at him without hesitation. Soon there were none standing except the few that had remained behind, they were too scared to face Lestat.
One of the men was taking in his surroundings and noticed Fred who was laid on the bed with a trickle of blood running down her neck. The man looked shocked at the sight of such a young child being tortured in such a way. Even though the man and her were far away from each other the man knew that there was no life left in her.
Lestat followed their gaze. He smiled at the look of horror on the man's face.
"I see you have spotted my bride. A beautiful thing, wouldn't you agree?"
At these words anger came on the man's face and he took a step forward only to be interrupted by the entrance of a woman. It was Bob. The mob's original plan had been to use her as bait but when they had stormed the castle they realised that they no longer needed her and she had been almost forgotten and abandoned at the back of the mob. At the mention of a woman Bob moved forward knowing that it was Fred.
She stared coldly at Lestat and walked over to the bed. She looked down at her friend who was now deathly pale and showed no signs of life at all. Bob pressed her finger up against Fred's mutilated neck and checked for a pulse. She sighed and looked once again at Lestat who was watching her with fascination.
"Just think my lady, it could have been you on that bed but you wouldn't allow it to happen. You killed your friend. How does that feel?"
Bob didn't want to give him the satisfaction of seeing her angry. She threw him an evil look and retreated to the mob.
"You are nothing but an evil monster, I would never go with you." Bob spat angrily.
Lestat merely smiled and looked across to the bed at his bride. He wanted so much to lay down with her, making his own kind had always been tiring and he was exhausted but he would not allow his bride and castle to be taken over by humans.
"Let us finish this now. I have things to do."
The men rushed forward and tried to knock Lestat down but it didn't work. He fought back. Just as the men thought they were losing one of them came up behind Lestat and tried to hit him, he felt the man's presence behind him but was powerless to change anything. He braced himself for the blow but it never came. He quickly knocked the last person out and searched with his eyes for the leader and Bob but they were nowhere to be seen.
He turned around to find out why the man hadn't struck him and saw Fred stood before him holding the other sword that had been on display on the wall. The blade was covered in the dead man's blood.
She looked up at him and smiled. He had never seen anyone recover so quickly from being changed. He didn't understand what had happened but he didn't question it. He nodded his thanks and let his sword to fall to the ground. He heard someone approach and turned quickly to see who it was. He was ready to defend himself when he realised that it was Neill. He looked back to Fred who was wavering slightly. He saw that she was beginning to fall and took a step forward and caught her. He swept her up in his arms and she fell into unconsciousness.
He shouted to Neill to get their horses ready and with one last glance around the room, which had turned into a battlefield, he smiled at all the dead men that had thought they could defeat him.
He strolled out of the room and when out in the courtyard he mounted his horse. Neill wasn't far behind him as he sped off through the gates with Fred in front of him on the same horse. He knew the mob would quickly be reformed and would go back to the castle. He had to make sure his bride was safe.
