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just didn't like. I hope you enjoy the revisions I am making and the new
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CHAPTER 1: Raven
Allow me to take a moment to introduce myself. I was born long ago in what is now Ireland. I don't remember the year of my birth but it was long before the ancestors of the British invaded our lands. My name was Briana born to Morgan daughter of Connor and an anonymous foreigner who raped my mother as his clan attacked our village fathered me. The nature of my conception was marked for all to see when I was born with blue eyes and ebony hair instead of the red hair and green eyes of my mother. My mother raised me and loved me despite the violent act that had impregnated my mother. I passed the days of my childhood pleasantly enough though some of the members of my clan were made uneasy by my long dark hair. Some whispered that a child born as the result of an evil act could only by nature be evil. Still, my mother ignored them and we were happy.
My happiness was short lived. In my 19th year I caught the eye of a being that would forever change the course of my life. It happened during the spring celebrations. My clan feasted as it did every year at that time paying tribute and giving thanks to our gods and the spirits of the forests for the blessings bestowed upon us. As my clan danced and ate and drank my mother bid me to fetch more firewood but cautioned me not to go too far into the woods. I began to gather the wood at the edge of the clearing. I never even heard him coming.
I was attacked from behind, a cold hand slapped over my mouth before I even had the chance to scream and was dragged deeper into the woods. I struggled but my captor held me tightly as he dragged me into the night. Finally, we stopped and I heard a voice in my ear, "If you scream, I will snap your neck. Do you understand me, girl?"
I nodded and the hand moved away and I was turned to face my attacker. I gasped at the mere sight of him. I had never seen anyone more beautiful. He was young, tall and broad shouldered and his eyes glittered an eerie green in the moonlight. Light brown hair fell past his shoulders and his face had a fine straight nose and a strong jaw line.
"W-who are ye?" I stammered, "What do ye want?"
"You," he replied pleasantly never releasing his hold on my arm. His answer frightened me and I struggled only to be brought up against his hard body. "Look at me!" he snapped and against my will my eyes snapped up to look into his. My struggles ceased as I found myself unable to move or to even look away. To this day I curse him for taking away my ability to fight though in his own way I guess he didn't want to hurt me more than necessary. His grip became gentle and he stroked my hair taking several strands between his fingers. "I've been in your lands for decades and never have I seen someone with your coloring. It's absolutely striking. The moment I laid eyes on you I knew I had to have you." I trembled, my mind screamed for me to fight, but my limbs wouldn't obey.
Tears fell from my eyes as he kissed my lips and I shivered because they were so cold. He brushed away my tears with a smile. "Don't cry. A new world awaits you." He brushed my hair to the side and leaning down kissed my neck, "You are beautiful, Briana," he told me softly.
Before I had the chance to even wonder how he knew my name I felt him bite my neck, breaking the skin and to my terror he began to drink my blood. I was frozen unable to fight or to scream and my knees buckled and the only thing that held me up was his strong arm behind my back.
I don't know how long he drank from me before he pulled away and lowered me with surprising gentleness to the ground. I cried softly knowing that I was about to die. I shivered from blood loss.
"Please," I begged, "I'm so cold."
"Sshh," he whispered, "It is almost done."
I watched in fascinated terror as he bit into his own wrist noticing for the first time the two sharp fangs in his mouth. I turned my head as he held his bleeding wrist to my lips. "Drink," he commanded gently, "You've been brave now take what you need to live."
I moaned as the blood dripped into my mouth and a raging thirst seized me and I clamped onto his wrist drinking as quickly as I could. I never tasted anything so sweet in my life. I knew that what I was doing was sickening but I was enjoying it too much to stop. I cried out as he pulled away suddenly holding his wrist with his good hand. I watched with wide eyes as his wound healed before my eyes.
I cried out again as a sharp pain ripped through my stomach and curled in on myself sobbing. The creature knelt beside me and brushed my hair from my face. "The pain will pass in a few moments. Your body is dying and you will be reborn as a child of darkness."
He was true to his word and several minutes later the pain lessened then stopped all together. The last thing that I was aware of was his face above me, and his gentle voice telling me to sleep that we would talk later.
It suffices to say that I've survived long centuries and watched the rise and fall of entire empires. It was now the year 2003 and I was lonely. In all my centuries of my life I had never made another like myself. Until now. My heart was cold and dead until I saw him.
I've watched him from the shadows for months. I stalked him intending only to make a meal of him but the more I played my game of cat and mouse the more I came to respect him. I admired his come back and his courage in getting back in the ring. And his eyes . . . something in those blue depths captured me and enslaved me. My plans quickly changed. I would taste his blood, yes, but he would be so much more than prey. I would make him mine for eternity.
Shawn Michaels haunted my dreams and my every waking moment. I could not live without him. I would not. I waited until RAW was over hiding in the shadows of the parking lot. Shawn was always the last to leave mostly because he liked to talk to the wrestlers that he was friendly with. At long last my heartbreaker emerged walking casually across the cement floor of the parking garage on the way to his car. The others were long gone. I would wait no longer. I moved silently towards him using all my cunning and stealth and yet somehow he heard me. Shawn turned ready for a fight and then relaxed when he perceived that it was only a woman.
Shawn laughed when he saw me, "You scared the hell out of me, ma'am."
"I'm sorry," I said simply closing the distance between us.
Shawn rubbed the back of his neck and I smiled. He couldn't put his finger on it but something about me made him nervous. Very perceptive, but it would do him no good. "You know it's dangerous for a woman to be out here at night by herself. You should be more careful."
It was my turn to laugh. "I can take care of myself," I replied softly moving even closer, "It is you who should be more careful." I did not give him time to contemplate the meaning of my words but grabbed his arms pulling him towards me. I sank my fangs into his neck and moaned as his blood gushed into my mouth. Memories of his life filled my mind, flashing images, remembered emotions, and in those moments I knew Shawn better than he knew himself. He struggled futilely against me but I allowed him to struggle. I would never have deprived him of that right. I drank until he was near death and then drew back sinking to the ground with my heartbreaker cradled in my arms.
His breath was shallow and he was shivering from the blood loss. He had only minutes left. Shawn looked up at me blue eyes filled with suffering. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered his strength gone.
"I'm giving you the gift of eternity, my love," I answered gently, "Be brave, my darling, your suffering is almost over," So saying I bit into my wrist allowing my ancient blood to flow and pressed my bleeding wrist to his lips as my maker had done over a thousand years ago. "Drink," I bade softly, "Drink and leave behind all mortal suffering."
Shawn fought the temptation of the blood bravely but honestly at this point he had no choice. The urge was too strong to resist. Hesitantly at first then with more zeal he drank of my blood and I gave it to him freely. I pulled my wrist away and drained him again and again offering my blood. I did this several times to make him strong.
Finally, I pulled away too weak to give him more and waited. Just as it had been with me his body convulsed as he changed and he cried out in agony. I tightened my grip on his writhing body. "Sshh, my love, don't be afraid. It is only your body that dies. It will pass quickly, I promise, and then eternity is yours."
At long last the convulsions ceased and he relaxed in my arms exhausted. His eyes fluttered sleepily. "Who are you?" he whispered with the last of his strength.
I hesitated a moment before answering, "I am known as Raven but you may call me as I was known when I was mortal. Call me Briana."
"Briana," he repeated before succumbing to his exhaustion.
I gathered him in my arms and stood wishing to get my newborn childe to the safety of my home. I carried him with preternatural swiftness through the night much faster than mortal eyes could have followed. When I reached my home I carried him through the halls to my chamber, which had no windows where he would be safe from the sun's rays. One day he would be strong enough to withstand the light but that day would not be for several centuries. I lay down beside him laying my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes as well. I was tired from the task of making him and would need to feed when I woke.
I knew I would need all my strength to answer the questions that he would have and I knew that for some of those questions I had no answers.
CHAPTER 1: Raven
Allow me to take a moment to introduce myself. I was born long ago in what is now Ireland. I don't remember the year of my birth but it was long before the ancestors of the British invaded our lands. My name was Briana born to Morgan daughter of Connor and an anonymous foreigner who raped my mother as his clan attacked our village fathered me. The nature of my conception was marked for all to see when I was born with blue eyes and ebony hair instead of the red hair and green eyes of my mother. My mother raised me and loved me despite the violent act that had impregnated my mother. I passed the days of my childhood pleasantly enough though some of the members of my clan were made uneasy by my long dark hair. Some whispered that a child born as the result of an evil act could only by nature be evil. Still, my mother ignored them and we were happy.
My happiness was short lived. In my 19th year I caught the eye of a being that would forever change the course of my life. It happened during the spring celebrations. My clan feasted as it did every year at that time paying tribute and giving thanks to our gods and the spirits of the forests for the blessings bestowed upon us. As my clan danced and ate and drank my mother bid me to fetch more firewood but cautioned me not to go too far into the woods. I began to gather the wood at the edge of the clearing. I never even heard him coming.
I was attacked from behind, a cold hand slapped over my mouth before I even had the chance to scream and was dragged deeper into the woods. I struggled but my captor held me tightly as he dragged me into the night. Finally, we stopped and I heard a voice in my ear, "If you scream, I will snap your neck. Do you understand me, girl?"
I nodded and the hand moved away and I was turned to face my attacker. I gasped at the mere sight of him. I had never seen anyone more beautiful. He was young, tall and broad shouldered and his eyes glittered an eerie green in the moonlight. Light brown hair fell past his shoulders and his face had a fine straight nose and a strong jaw line.
"W-who are ye?" I stammered, "What do ye want?"
"You," he replied pleasantly never releasing his hold on my arm. His answer frightened me and I struggled only to be brought up against his hard body. "Look at me!" he snapped and against my will my eyes snapped up to look into his. My struggles ceased as I found myself unable to move or to even look away. To this day I curse him for taking away my ability to fight though in his own way I guess he didn't want to hurt me more than necessary. His grip became gentle and he stroked my hair taking several strands between his fingers. "I've been in your lands for decades and never have I seen someone with your coloring. It's absolutely striking. The moment I laid eyes on you I knew I had to have you." I trembled, my mind screamed for me to fight, but my limbs wouldn't obey.
Tears fell from my eyes as he kissed my lips and I shivered because they were so cold. He brushed away my tears with a smile. "Don't cry. A new world awaits you." He brushed my hair to the side and leaning down kissed my neck, "You are beautiful, Briana," he told me softly.
Before I had the chance to even wonder how he knew my name I felt him bite my neck, breaking the skin and to my terror he began to drink my blood. I was frozen unable to fight or to scream and my knees buckled and the only thing that held me up was his strong arm behind my back.
I don't know how long he drank from me before he pulled away and lowered me with surprising gentleness to the ground. I cried softly knowing that I was about to die. I shivered from blood loss.
"Please," I begged, "I'm so cold."
"Sshh," he whispered, "It is almost done."
I watched in fascinated terror as he bit into his own wrist noticing for the first time the two sharp fangs in his mouth. I turned my head as he held his bleeding wrist to my lips. "Drink," he commanded gently, "You've been brave now take what you need to live."
I moaned as the blood dripped into my mouth and a raging thirst seized me and I clamped onto his wrist drinking as quickly as I could. I never tasted anything so sweet in my life. I knew that what I was doing was sickening but I was enjoying it too much to stop. I cried out as he pulled away suddenly holding his wrist with his good hand. I watched with wide eyes as his wound healed before my eyes.
I cried out again as a sharp pain ripped through my stomach and curled in on myself sobbing. The creature knelt beside me and brushed my hair from my face. "The pain will pass in a few moments. Your body is dying and you will be reborn as a child of darkness."
He was true to his word and several minutes later the pain lessened then stopped all together. The last thing that I was aware of was his face above me, and his gentle voice telling me to sleep that we would talk later.
It suffices to say that I've survived long centuries and watched the rise and fall of entire empires. It was now the year 2003 and I was lonely. In all my centuries of my life I had never made another like myself. Until now. My heart was cold and dead until I saw him.
I've watched him from the shadows for months. I stalked him intending only to make a meal of him but the more I played my game of cat and mouse the more I came to respect him. I admired his come back and his courage in getting back in the ring. And his eyes . . . something in those blue depths captured me and enslaved me. My plans quickly changed. I would taste his blood, yes, but he would be so much more than prey. I would make him mine for eternity.
Shawn Michaels haunted my dreams and my every waking moment. I could not live without him. I would not. I waited until RAW was over hiding in the shadows of the parking lot. Shawn was always the last to leave mostly because he liked to talk to the wrestlers that he was friendly with. At long last my heartbreaker emerged walking casually across the cement floor of the parking garage on the way to his car. The others were long gone. I would wait no longer. I moved silently towards him using all my cunning and stealth and yet somehow he heard me. Shawn turned ready for a fight and then relaxed when he perceived that it was only a woman.
Shawn laughed when he saw me, "You scared the hell out of me, ma'am."
"I'm sorry," I said simply closing the distance between us.
Shawn rubbed the back of his neck and I smiled. He couldn't put his finger on it but something about me made him nervous. Very perceptive, but it would do him no good. "You know it's dangerous for a woman to be out here at night by herself. You should be more careful."
It was my turn to laugh. "I can take care of myself," I replied softly moving even closer, "It is you who should be more careful." I did not give him time to contemplate the meaning of my words but grabbed his arms pulling him towards me. I sank my fangs into his neck and moaned as his blood gushed into my mouth. Memories of his life filled my mind, flashing images, remembered emotions, and in those moments I knew Shawn better than he knew himself. He struggled futilely against me but I allowed him to struggle. I would never have deprived him of that right. I drank until he was near death and then drew back sinking to the ground with my heartbreaker cradled in my arms.
His breath was shallow and he was shivering from the blood loss. He had only minutes left. Shawn looked up at me blue eyes filled with suffering. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered his strength gone.
"I'm giving you the gift of eternity, my love," I answered gently, "Be brave, my darling, your suffering is almost over," So saying I bit into my wrist allowing my ancient blood to flow and pressed my bleeding wrist to his lips as my maker had done over a thousand years ago. "Drink," I bade softly, "Drink and leave behind all mortal suffering."
Shawn fought the temptation of the blood bravely but honestly at this point he had no choice. The urge was too strong to resist. Hesitantly at first then with more zeal he drank of my blood and I gave it to him freely. I pulled my wrist away and drained him again and again offering my blood. I did this several times to make him strong.
Finally, I pulled away too weak to give him more and waited. Just as it had been with me his body convulsed as he changed and he cried out in agony. I tightened my grip on his writhing body. "Sshh, my love, don't be afraid. It is only your body that dies. It will pass quickly, I promise, and then eternity is yours."
At long last the convulsions ceased and he relaxed in my arms exhausted. His eyes fluttered sleepily. "Who are you?" he whispered with the last of his strength.
I hesitated a moment before answering, "I am known as Raven but you may call me as I was known when I was mortal. Call me Briana."
"Briana," he repeated before succumbing to his exhaustion.
I gathered him in my arms and stood wishing to get my newborn childe to the safety of my home. I carried him with preternatural swiftness through the night much faster than mortal eyes could have followed. When I reached my home I carried him through the halls to my chamber, which had no windows where he would be safe from the sun's rays. One day he would be strong enough to withstand the light but that day would not be for several centuries. I lay down beside him laying my head on his shoulder and closed my eyes as well. I was tired from the task of making him and would need to feed when I woke.
I knew I would need all my strength to answer the questions that he would have and I knew that for some of those questions I had no answers.