When the darkness began to lighten and shapes were presented, Ichabod found they were standing inside a home, a very dilapidated home. The wood was beginning to crack under their feet, anything that might've had color in the past was brown or grey, but the most noticeable things in the room where they stood were two caskets; two empty caskets.
"Why are there coffins in the room?" he whispered, staring at them, but directing the question to Raiyne. She looked at him, not hesitating her answer.
"That is where we sleep, Ichabod," she said. He gulped and finally turned to her.
"We sleep… in coffins?" he asked, a smirk claiming his lips as he couldn't believe any of this was happening to him of all people.
"Yes," Raiyne whispered. "They are quite comfortable for us. You'll get used to them." She pulled him over to one and his body froze.
"Have you always intended on doing this to me?" he questioned, realizing there were two caskets and Raiyne had had no companion. Raiyne knew what he was thinking.
"No," she quickly answered. "This belonged to a past friend… a close friend." Ichabod could hear the pain in her voice and he could see it in her eyes, so he took the subject no further. Pulling in a deep breath, he opted to climb into the casket as Raiyne held the candle close so he could see. He sucked in another breath before very slowly lying down and Raiyne mused over his wide eyes.
"You'll be fine," she assured him, sliding the lid up to his neck. "Now sleep for we have a big night ahead of us tomorrow." Ichabod turned his wide eyes to her just as she slid the lid over him.
In the terrible darkness and silence, Ichabod couldn't help but think about exactly how comfortable the coffin actually was. His back was perfectly straight and his head desired no pillow nor did his body need blankets. He felt slightly cold, but he ignored it as he brought his hand up to his mouth to touch his newly formed fangs. The sharpness cut his finger and he smiled at how easily it would be to cut into someone else's skin because he was already hungry. He wasn't happy about having to commit murder to feed himself, but he would do what he had to for survival.
As Ichabod slowly fell asleep, his subconscious awoke, giving him dreams that would've been nightmares had he still been human. The only color he could see was red, but he spotted himself walking with Raiyne down an empty street. They were walking behind a man quietly when suddenly Ichabod jumped at him and sank his teeth into his neck. Ichabod was appalled by his own actions, but then he wondered if the man he was killing had done something wrong in his life. Maybe he'd hurt someone, he might have even killed someone, so maybe he deserved to be killed. If he thought this way, it would make it easier to take another man's life… he hoped.
At the same time, Raiyne's subconscious had come to life as well, giving her dreams of Ichabod. She was kissing him, loving him, making love to him. She'd never had such a dream before, but this one made her feel a sense of happiness; she hadn't been that way in a long time. Being happy was something that usually wasn't present in vampires, so Raiyne knew for a fact that she had to dreaming all of this. She hadn't been happy in decades.
The next night, Raiyne's eyes fluttered open and she sighed angrily; she was so hungry. She gazed at the lid of the coffin and it began to move back without a touch from her hands. She sat up smoothly, again without the use of her hands, and yawned, brandishing her sharp white teeth. Ichabod's lid suddenly flew off and Raiyne looked over at him quickly just as he was sitting up. He cracked his stiff neck, the sound audible, and ran his tongue over his fangs. He slowly turned his head and looked at Raiyne with lustful eyes.
"I'm hungry," he announced. Raiyne smiled and nodded.
"Yes…" she hissed.
The two, instead of taking the easy way like they had the night before, walked into the loud, busy New York City. It was around eight at night and the streets were still very much alive with people. Raiyne questioned Ichabod, asking him what his flavor was, what kind of person he wished to have.
"Your blood calls to me," he said to her. Raiyne smiled brightly; that was an ingenious compliment.
"You cannot have anymore of mine," she refused, "it would kill us both." Ichabod wondered why, but didn't ask. Raiyne knew what he was thinking, though, she could read his thoughts, and soon enough, he'd be able to read hers. A thought which frightened her.
"Well, what do you recommend?" Ichabod asked, his voice lighter and seemingly more carefree. Raiyne took a deep breath through her nostrils; she could smell where the good blood was coming from. Her nose led her down an almost empty street save for two men walking together, talking quietly.
"Can you smell them?" Raiyne asked, wrapping her arms around his left arm. Ichabod inhaled deeply, but smelled only the city and nothing else. "Don't worry," she assured him, squeezing his arm, "it will come to you in time." They continued walking behind the men unnoticed to Ichabod's surprise. Surely their footsteps were loud enough to be heard. "We should announce our presence," Raiyne suggested. "It is impolite to follow someone." Ichabod's eyebrows furrowed and he watched as Raiyne walked in front of the men, turned to them, and they stopped abruptly.
Ichabod could see a strange look in her eyes. The color had changed from bright blue to an apparent black and she looked at them with her head tilted to the side. She was hypnotizing them, placing them under her spell. Could she be a witch of some sort or were these the traits of vampires? Ichabod couldn't wait, if these spells belonged to vampires, to obtain them and learn how to use what he was given. It was appealing to him to have people under his spell, making them do whatever he wished.
"Come Ichabod," Raiyne beckoned, curling her finger. Ichabod approached them and looked at one of the men. Suddenly, Ichabod attacked the man, sinking his fangs into his neck and immediately sucking the blood from the holes he'd made. Raiyne smiled as she watched, entranced by what she'd made and how little time it had taken Ichabod to come to terms with what he was.
After gawking at her protégé, Raiyne proceeded to feed on the other man who was simply awaiting his fate in another world. When she finished, she let the man fall to the ground as did Ichabod and the two looked at each other. Lust was visible in their eyes; they desired each other and Raiyne knew it would happen after every feeding, it was something that came with the territory. A vampire's love or, in this case, lust was far greater than that of human love or lust.
Raiyne and Ichabod came together, her hands finding his face, and their lips met roughly. Tongues entered new grounds only for the taste of blood that lingered in the other's mouth. It tasted even better mixed with unfamiliar things. They pulled away, both out of breath and gazed into each other's eyes.
"What happened?" Ichabod asked. Raiyne smiled.
"You are under my spell, dear Ichabod," she whispered. Ichabod smiled, not minding this. Their hands came together with fingers intertwined and headed down the street not knowing what terror awaited them around the corner.
"Why are there coffins in the room?" he whispered, staring at them, but directing the question to Raiyne. She looked at him, not hesitating her answer.
"That is where we sleep, Ichabod," she said. He gulped and finally turned to her.
"We sleep… in coffins?" he asked, a smirk claiming his lips as he couldn't believe any of this was happening to him of all people.
"Yes," Raiyne whispered. "They are quite comfortable for us. You'll get used to them." She pulled him over to one and his body froze.
"Have you always intended on doing this to me?" he questioned, realizing there were two caskets and Raiyne had had no companion. Raiyne knew what he was thinking.
"No," she quickly answered. "This belonged to a past friend… a close friend." Ichabod could hear the pain in her voice and he could see it in her eyes, so he took the subject no further. Pulling in a deep breath, he opted to climb into the casket as Raiyne held the candle close so he could see. He sucked in another breath before very slowly lying down and Raiyne mused over his wide eyes.
"You'll be fine," she assured him, sliding the lid up to his neck. "Now sleep for we have a big night ahead of us tomorrow." Ichabod turned his wide eyes to her just as she slid the lid over him.
In the terrible darkness and silence, Ichabod couldn't help but think about exactly how comfortable the coffin actually was. His back was perfectly straight and his head desired no pillow nor did his body need blankets. He felt slightly cold, but he ignored it as he brought his hand up to his mouth to touch his newly formed fangs. The sharpness cut his finger and he smiled at how easily it would be to cut into someone else's skin because he was already hungry. He wasn't happy about having to commit murder to feed himself, but he would do what he had to for survival.
As Ichabod slowly fell asleep, his subconscious awoke, giving him dreams that would've been nightmares had he still been human. The only color he could see was red, but he spotted himself walking with Raiyne down an empty street. They were walking behind a man quietly when suddenly Ichabod jumped at him and sank his teeth into his neck. Ichabod was appalled by his own actions, but then he wondered if the man he was killing had done something wrong in his life. Maybe he'd hurt someone, he might have even killed someone, so maybe he deserved to be killed. If he thought this way, it would make it easier to take another man's life… he hoped.
At the same time, Raiyne's subconscious had come to life as well, giving her dreams of Ichabod. She was kissing him, loving him, making love to him. She'd never had such a dream before, but this one made her feel a sense of happiness; she hadn't been that way in a long time. Being happy was something that usually wasn't present in vampires, so Raiyne knew for a fact that she had to dreaming all of this. She hadn't been happy in decades.
The next night, Raiyne's eyes fluttered open and she sighed angrily; she was so hungry. She gazed at the lid of the coffin and it began to move back without a touch from her hands. She sat up smoothly, again without the use of her hands, and yawned, brandishing her sharp white teeth. Ichabod's lid suddenly flew off and Raiyne looked over at him quickly just as he was sitting up. He cracked his stiff neck, the sound audible, and ran his tongue over his fangs. He slowly turned his head and looked at Raiyne with lustful eyes.
"I'm hungry," he announced. Raiyne smiled and nodded.
"Yes…" she hissed.
The two, instead of taking the easy way like they had the night before, walked into the loud, busy New York City. It was around eight at night and the streets were still very much alive with people. Raiyne questioned Ichabod, asking him what his flavor was, what kind of person he wished to have.
"Your blood calls to me," he said to her. Raiyne smiled brightly; that was an ingenious compliment.
"You cannot have anymore of mine," she refused, "it would kill us both." Ichabod wondered why, but didn't ask. Raiyne knew what he was thinking, though, she could read his thoughts, and soon enough, he'd be able to read hers. A thought which frightened her.
"Well, what do you recommend?" Ichabod asked, his voice lighter and seemingly more carefree. Raiyne took a deep breath through her nostrils; she could smell where the good blood was coming from. Her nose led her down an almost empty street save for two men walking together, talking quietly.
"Can you smell them?" Raiyne asked, wrapping her arms around his left arm. Ichabod inhaled deeply, but smelled only the city and nothing else. "Don't worry," she assured him, squeezing his arm, "it will come to you in time." They continued walking behind the men unnoticed to Ichabod's surprise. Surely their footsteps were loud enough to be heard. "We should announce our presence," Raiyne suggested. "It is impolite to follow someone." Ichabod's eyebrows furrowed and he watched as Raiyne walked in front of the men, turned to them, and they stopped abruptly.
Ichabod could see a strange look in her eyes. The color had changed from bright blue to an apparent black and she looked at them with her head tilted to the side. She was hypnotizing them, placing them under her spell. Could she be a witch of some sort or were these the traits of vampires? Ichabod couldn't wait, if these spells belonged to vampires, to obtain them and learn how to use what he was given. It was appealing to him to have people under his spell, making them do whatever he wished.
"Come Ichabod," Raiyne beckoned, curling her finger. Ichabod approached them and looked at one of the men. Suddenly, Ichabod attacked the man, sinking his fangs into his neck and immediately sucking the blood from the holes he'd made. Raiyne smiled as she watched, entranced by what she'd made and how little time it had taken Ichabod to come to terms with what he was.
After gawking at her protégé, Raiyne proceeded to feed on the other man who was simply awaiting his fate in another world. When she finished, she let the man fall to the ground as did Ichabod and the two looked at each other. Lust was visible in their eyes; they desired each other and Raiyne knew it would happen after every feeding, it was something that came with the territory. A vampire's love or, in this case, lust was far greater than that of human love or lust.
Raiyne and Ichabod came together, her hands finding his face, and their lips met roughly. Tongues entered new grounds only for the taste of blood that lingered in the other's mouth. It tasted even better mixed with unfamiliar things. They pulled away, both out of breath and gazed into each other's eyes.
"What happened?" Ichabod asked. Raiyne smiled.
"You are under my spell, dear Ichabod," she whispered. Ichabod smiled, not minding this. Their hands came together with fingers intertwined and headed down the street not knowing what terror awaited them around the corner.