Welcome back to Chapter Four. I went ahead with the vampire idea I had cuz
it's the only way that'll make my story work.
A Different Aura
"Ishtar," said Duzell. "Wake up."
Ishtar opened her eyes and stretched.
"What is it, Duzie?" she asked sleepily.
"I know of a way to strengthen our bond. But-."
"What is it? What?! Tell me!" Ishtar blurted out, getting up.
"Well...I'm not sure if you want to go through with it. Because, well... I'll have to...," Duzell didn't seem to want to finish.
But Ishtar already seemed to know.
"You'll have to turn me into a vampire too, don't you, Duzie?" she finished for him.
"Yes, Ishtar," he said quietly.
"Then do it! If that's the only way, then go ahead. Please?" she pleaded.
Duzell looked at the Princess. Sure, turning her into a vampire would keep her protected, but there was a possibility that her physical traits and her personality would be altered in the process. And although he loved her, he was not willing to risk that. But Ishtar was staring at him, begging him silently to go through with it.
So he sighed and said, "Alright, Ishtar. If you're ready... if you're prepared... then I'll do it. But bear with me, it'll be painful," he said.
Ishtar let him pull her close. She closed her eyes, waiting. The next thing she felt was the most terrible pain on her neck. This pain spread throughout her body and seared her inside, but she forced herself not to scream...it was so unbearable...she wanted to cry out...no, the others would hear her. And then, the world turned black, and she knew no more.
"-tar. Ishtar. Can you here me?"
Ishtar heard the faint voice calling her. Duzell waited patiently as she stirred. Her eyes opened slowly. Everything seemed so blurry. The pain had dulled, though her neck still felt like it was burning.
"Duzie, next time you do that, please tell me how painful it'll be," she said weakly. "I felt like I was burning to death or something."
"But there won't be a next time. It's over," said Duzell.
At that moment, there was a loud knocking on the door. Quickly, Duzell turned back into a kyawl.
"Your Highness, are you in there?"
"Oh, shit it's Darres!" she whispered to herself. Then, to Darres, she yelled, "Uh...just a sec!"
Quickly, she dressed, and walked over to the door and opened it.
"What is it, Darres?" she asked, smiling at him.
Darres looked uncomfortable and he was about to open his mouth to say something. But when he looked at Ishtar again, he noticed something about her. Her eyes no longer had that look of burning hatred. She was giving him that mischievous smile he knew so well, the smile that often told him she was cooking up one of her "plans", and she was carrying Duzell, but something wasn't right. There was something disturbing about her, and it was beginning to unnerve him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Uh, Darres? You feeling okay? Cuz you look like you've seen a ghost or something," said Ishtar.
"Oh, no. I'm fine. Sir Keld just asked me to check up on you," he said quickly.
Ishtar gave him her annoyed look, then said, "Well you can tell the old man to quit worrying cuz I'm fine. And you might as well tell him to give up on that stupid wedding plan cuz there's no way I'll ever marry you, until hell freezes over or something. Got that? Oh no, wait, even when that happens, I'll probably be engaged to someone else."
"Your Highness, what's with that attitude? Are you still mad at me? I already said I was sorry," said Darres.
"No, this has nothing to do with that. The truth is, I'm not ready to get married. I only just turned sixteen. There's still lots for me to do. Marriage can wait," she said, scratching Duzell behind his ears. "Besides, I told you once. If I ever do get married, I want it to be with someone I love, and nothing more. Keep that in mind."
She turned he back on him and went back into her room and closed the door. Darres just stood there. The princess was acting like her old self again, but now he was positive something wasn't right about her. He didn't see it this time; he felt it. And he also couldn't help noticing that she seemed inseparable from her cat ever since the incident happened.
Sighing, he turned away and hoped that, whatever Ishtar was going though, was temporary.
A Different Aura
"Ishtar," said Duzell. "Wake up."
Ishtar opened her eyes and stretched.
"What is it, Duzie?" she asked sleepily.
"I know of a way to strengthen our bond. But-."
"What is it? What?! Tell me!" Ishtar blurted out, getting up.
"Well...I'm not sure if you want to go through with it. Because, well... I'll have to...," Duzell didn't seem to want to finish.
But Ishtar already seemed to know.
"You'll have to turn me into a vampire too, don't you, Duzie?" she finished for him.
"Yes, Ishtar," he said quietly.
"Then do it! If that's the only way, then go ahead. Please?" she pleaded.
Duzell looked at the Princess. Sure, turning her into a vampire would keep her protected, but there was a possibility that her physical traits and her personality would be altered in the process. And although he loved her, he was not willing to risk that. But Ishtar was staring at him, begging him silently to go through with it.
So he sighed and said, "Alright, Ishtar. If you're ready... if you're prepared... then I'll do it. But bear with me, it'll be painful," he said.
Ishtar let him pull her close. She closed her eyes, waiting. The next thing she felt was the most terrible pain on her neck. This pain spread throughout her body and seared her inside, but she forced herself not to scream...it was so unbearable...she wanted to cry out...no, the others would hear her. And then, the world turned black, and she knew no more.
"-tar. Ishtar. Can you here me?"
Ishtar heard the faint voice calling her. Duzell waited patiently as she stirred. Her eyes opened slowly. Everything seemed so blurry. The pain had dulled, though her neck still felt like it was burning.
"Duzie, next time you do that, please tell me how painful it'll be," she said weakly. "I felt like I was burning to death or something."
"But there won't be a next time. It's over," said Duzell.
At that moment, there was a loud knocking on the door. Quickly, Duzell turned back into a kyawl.
"Your Highness, are you in there?"
"Oh, shit it's Darres!" she whispered to herself. Then, to Darres, she yelled, "Uh...just a sec!"
Quickly, she dressed, and walked over to the door and opened it.
"What is it, Darres?" she asked, smiling at him.
Darres looked uncomfortable and he was about to open his mouth to say something. But when he looked at Ishtar again, he noticed something about her. Her eyes no longer had that look of burning hatred. She was giving him that mischievous smile he knew so well, the smile that often told him she was cooking up one of her "plans", and she was carrying Duzell, but something wasn't right. There was something disturbing about her, and it was beginning to unnerve him. He couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Uh, Darres? You feeling okay? Cuz you look like you've seen a ghost or something," said Ishtar.
"Oh, no. I'm fine. Sir Keld just asked me to check up on you," he said quickly.
Ishtar gave him her annoyed look, then said, "Well you can tell the old man to quit worrying cuz I'm fine. And you might as well tell him to give up on that stupid wedding plan cuz there's no way I'll ever marry you, until hell freezes over or something. Got that? Oh no, wait, even when that happens, I'll probably be engaged to someone else."
"Your Highness, what's with that attitude? Are you still mad at me? I already said I was sorry," said Darres.
"No, this has nothing to do with that. The truth is, I'm not ready to get married. I only just turned sixteen. There's still lots for me to do. Marriage can wait," she said, scratching Duzell behind his ears. "Besides, I told you once. If I ever do get married, I want it to be with someone I love, and nothing more. Keep that in mind."
She turned he back on him and went back into her room and closed the door. Darres just stood there. The princess was acting like her old self again, but now he was positive something wasn't right about her. He didn't see it this time; he felt it. And he also couldn't help noticing that she seemed inseparable from her cat ever since the incident happened.
Sighing, he turned away and hoped that, whatever Ishtar was going though, was temporary.