Victoria Awakes - The Story of Her Turning
When I awoke a fear raced through me. My head ached, filled with an intense
pounding. At first, I was afraid to open my eyes; horrible images running
thought my mind. Were they but nightmares?
When I mustered the courage to open my eyes, the room was dark, nothing seeming familiar at all. The thick, velvet window curtains were tightly drawn. I could not tell if it was day or night, but I could see clearly about me. How was that possible! There was no light in this room, not from candle nor fire. A faint reddish glow was emanating from my body alighting all around me.
I was in a large mahogany four poster bed, wearing nothing but my shift. I tried to sit up but could not find the strength to do so. Then I remembered Connor rushing down upon us. Ripping out the throat of that nice French boy, and all that blood! A panic filled me. My head was filled with thoughts of escape.
From out of nowhere Connor appeared and was suddenly upon me! His speed was otherworldly. His hand clutched firmly around my throat. I tried to fight him off but I had no strength. I could barley lift my arms. "Good, yer awake." His rich Scottish accent filled my ears. I closed my eyes tightly trying to shut him out. "It's no good lass, you'll not be going anywhere." His words dropped off.
Connor McCloud leaned down until his lips brushed my cheek. "Yer dying. In fact, you'll be dead very soon unless you do exactly what I tell ya." He was so close, pressing the length of his body against mine. He playfully wrapped a curl of my hair about his finger tip."You belong to me now." Then he kissed my lips. A long, deep possessing kiss. "Ya need to feed. In fact ya need to feed quite often. I'll bring it to ya, this time. You'll drink, until I tell ya to stop. And as long as ya do as I command I'll allow ya to live. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded my head slowly. "Good." His hand released its grip from around my small neck.
He stood and made his way across the room. I could hear his boots as they clicked across the floor. He returned quickly, dragging a small boy by the scruff of the neck. As he approached a strength grew within me. I was hungry, but this was unlike any hunger I had ever known! I was up on my hands and knees like a large cat ready to tear that boy apart. I could smell his blood; his fear. I could hear his heart beating wildly within his chest. What was happening to me! Connor began to laugh. Deep rolls of laughter. He shook the boy in front of me. I was revolted by my actions!
"Drink, here." he commanded as he twisted the boys head painfully to the side exposing his small white neck. I lunged forward sinking my teeth into his flesh and drank deeply. His blood was hot, almost sweet. It rushed through my body filling me with satisfaction.
"Enough!" Connor yelled and he pulled the body away from me, but I wanted more.
As the blood filled me, my strength was renewed. I could feel it surge through my body. My vision became clear and I could hear sounds, like the small mouse gnawing at the corner of a book across the room. Connor departed dragging the lifeless body behind him. I could hear his satisfied laughter throughout the halls. I sat back on my heals trying to assimilate all that was taking place. I had just killed that boy!
Once more I drank his blood, and I liked it! I pushed my hair from my face and ran the tip of my tongue across my teeth. Until I pricked myself upon the sharp point of my newly developed fangs. What had Connor done to me, what had I become!
He returned quickly and seated himself upon the edge of the large bed. A smug expression on this face. I scrambled away from him, after all I'd seen what he could do on many an occasion. I pressed my back into the headboard and watched him carefully. He was pleased with himself. I had seen this look in his eyes before.
"Victoria," he called. Fearfully I looked at him. "Do ya know what you are?" he asked. Slowly I shook my head no. "Yer a vampire now. I made ya, you belong to me and only me."
Vampire! My head was spinning! I had heard of such creatures, but never believed them to be true. I got up the nerve to speak. "Where is my brother, where is Claude?"
He laughed at me and his laughter shook the bed. "Yer brother is not here and once more he'll never find you." Connor McCloud inched closer. "Besides what could he do to help ya now." He was even closer now and reached out to touch my cheek. "Do what I say. Do everything I ask and unlike yer other brothers I'll let him live."
I shut my eyes. He had me. Passage of Time
The next few years were in describable. At first it was exciting, this new life I had awakened to . But Connor kept me in darkness. I lived only to serve him. I was a decoration for his arm when he decided to appear among mortals. Sometimes he used me as bait to lure unsuspecting victims to their deaths. At times I hunted for him and when we would retire to the confines of our home to escape the light of the day I became his sexual plaything.
He took me off to Scotland for a while where he continued to brood. As his moods grew darker so did my life with him. There were times when he would lock me away, refusing to let me feed until I lay almost half mad with hunger. For many years I thought that I had brought all this misery upon myself. That my fathers refusal to allow us to marry had brought all this to bear. But that was not so.
I remember it was February, a very cold, bleak time of year in the highlands. Connor had become ragingly drunk. He grabbed me by the hair and took me to bed. When he was finished with me he yelled that it was no good. Not the same. That it would never be the same. I had no idea what he meant. Foolishly I asked.
"I was cast out!" he cried. "She used me and then found another! I hate him for it and I will have my revenge!"
"Who cast you out?" I should have stayed quiet. His eyes flashed as he turned on me.
"My maker!" he screamed, grabbing my hair. That was the first time he almost killed me. It was weeks before my broken body mended itself.
From then on I never asked another question about his maker. But whenever he became drunk he would rant and rave about that 'damn Englishman' that took her away and a hatred would fill his eyes.
Vampires are very strong creatures, meant for survival, but even we have our limits. After one of his more intense beatings, I lay on the floor bleeding to death. Bones shattered, I wished to die. It was at that moment that I decided no more. An Idea Forms
Several months went by. My body healed itself. Deep scars faded away, teeth grew back, and soon I was once again able to speak. All during that time I was thinking, calculating, moving funds from place to place, charming people who would become my allies if needed. But most importantly I smiled and shot demure glances whenever his gaze alighted upon me. I waited on him and his needs and when the end came, Connor was caught completely unaware. It was when Connor brought me to Vienna that the idea for my escape began to form. Connor had leased a manor house on the outskirts of that great city in Eisenstadt. It was there on summer evening I met the gypsies.
They were a beautiful people, dark and romantic. They lived their lives filled with color, abandon and so, as poor as they were, they were kings at heart. Many called them beggars and thieves, and so the moved from town to town, province to province. I longed for their freedom and loved them instantly. I would steal away whenever I could and watch them, peering through the trees for hours I sat, as still as stone and observed. When the sun would go down the men would gather around the great bonfire and quietly begin to play their instruments. The plaintive guitar, the lonely violins. Soon they would be joined by the women and the children who would dance wildly, spinning and leaping around the flames.
Watching them night after night I became more entranced. Slowly I learned their language and knew each of their faces intimately. Then one night I stepped from the trees and entranced them.
I danced through their camp, around the fire, lifting my skirts and exposing my fine ankles. My hair fell from its pins and tumbled about my shoulders. I sang their songs and drew them to me with my voice. I had been a vampire for nearly 100 years and could have easily slaughtered them all, but I wished to control them and so I wooded them with my voice. Humans were easily charmed by me. I had been lovely to look at in live and it death I had become a vision.
They knew of Connor and hated him terribly, almost as much as I. But they were terribly frightened of him. I frowned, knowing what Connor had done to their people. He made sport of them, raping their women, sucking their bodies dry, leaving their carcasses for the wild animals. They would taking coaxing. I smiled to myself as I sipped their wine. I knew what had to be done. I spent more and more time with them, letting them learn to love me, until I knew that they had excepted me completely. That is when I made my move.
I quarreled with Connor, that very night I made my way to the Gypsy camp. Slowly through the trees I walked , a heavy velvet cloak pulled closely around my shoulders. When I entered my camp the ruse had begun.
Instantly they knew something was afoot. I was not the same, I had not removed my cloak, I moved slowly, I sat quietly by the fire. One of the men approached and offered me wine which I refused. This drew more stares, more whispers. They asked me to removed my coverings and make myself comfortable. I smiled under the garment knowing what lay in store. Slowly I raised my hands and removed the hood. A gasp of horror erupted through the camp. Many ran to see Connor's handy work. My face was swollen and blackish - blue. One eyes closed shut. My lips were split and crusted with blood, and there were dark imprints of his brutish hands around my throat.
The sight of me in that condition was all it took. They agreed to help me escape if I could immobilize him. I ensured them I would leave him for dead and they began to break camp. We would cross the boarder into Hungary, head for the town of Veszprem in two days time. I nodded in agreement.
All was arranged. In two days time they would be on the road east of the manor house, packed and ready to travel. If I could make my way to them, they would disguise me as one of their own and spirit me to safety.
My wounds healed quickly as they always did and Connor was still unaware. I put on the gown that he favored the most, the one that brought out the color of my eyes. I fashioned my hair in the manor that most pleased him. There was only one belonging I wished to take with me. My mother's locket. It was a small golden oval, elegantly engraved with her initials. Inside were small paintings of all her children. Charles, Phillipe, Jon, Claude and myself. I slipped this locket onto a velvet ribbon and tied it around my slender throat. I stood, smoothed my skirts and made my way into Connor's chambers.
He was sitting near the fire, at his writing desk, drinking and reading a stack of letters. "Connor," I said quietly. He didn't stir. I moved a little closer, "Connor my dear, my I intrude?" I pleasantly questioned.
His eyes quickly glanced in my direction over the tops of his letters. A smile slowly spread across his lips. He was pleased with my appearance. He sat back in the large chair and set the letters aside. I twirled for him, batting my eyes and smiling brightly.
"What do ya want lass?" he purred. I stepped a little closer.
"I've come to make amends," I purred back. Connor motioned me closer. I could feel the blood rushing through my body. The fear rising. I had to keep it together! I had to remain in control or all would be lost!
"Sit here," He pushed the chair away from the desk and patted his thigh. I smiled and swept around the table. "Ya look lovely tonight."
I seated myself on his lap and his strong arms wrapped around my waist. His dark hair had come loose from the leather tie. I pulled it all loose and ran my fingers through it. He groaned in pleasure and pulled me closer, pressing his lips against mine. I pushed him away playfully.
"Can I get you a drink," I glanced towards the decanter and empty goblet on the desk," You seemed to be empty and I picked up some very good wine today." I smiled seductively.
His eyes sparked and he released his grip on me. I stood and crossed the room to the sideboard. I opened the cupboard doors and pulled out a dusty bottle. "Almost as old as you," I teased as I blew dust from the glass. He laughed. I pulled the cork and poured the dark red liquid into two crystal glasses which I had placed on a sliver tray. When my back was turned to him, I produced a small vile from the folds of my skirts and poured the liquid into his glass. I was a very strong poison. Powerfully enough to kill several large men. I hoped that it would be enough to disable him, god it had to be enough.
I turned and carefully carried the tray back to his writing desk. I placed it on the table and lifted his glass offering it to him.
"I love to watch ya, such fine manners." he complimented.
I smiled and lifted my own glass. He raised his glass to me and then to his lips. I watched carefully, he had to drink it all! I raised my glass and drank slowly. "Do you like it? " I questioned "There's plenty more."
Connor smiled and tossed back the glass, swallowing it all.
I smiled. "Another?" I chirped. I could already see the poison taking effect. I crossed the room and retrieved the bottle. I hurried back to his side and filled his glass, setting the bottle on the desk.
"Strange wine lass," his words a little slurred.
"The shop keeper swore that there was none like it," I finished my glass."It is good, isn't it?" Connor had already finished his second glass. As a Scot he enjoy his alcohol. I filled it again. His hand becoming unsteady. Suddenly his other hand shot out and grabbed my wrist! His eyes glassy but wild.
"Witch!" He tried to stand, "What have ya done!" Connor pulled me forward across the desk, scattering items everywhere.
"Connor!? Nothing, I've done nothing except try to apologize!" I protested loudly.
"Nay! I feel it! Running through my blood!" He began to stumble, crashing to the floor, pulling me down with him. Braking crystal, spilling wine, papers falling like a light snow.
"Connor!" I screamed as we tumbled to the floor. He may be drugged but his grip was tightening, he was struggling to lift his head. "Let go!" I kicked him in the ribs and pulled back with all my strength.
Connor released his hold and went flying across the room, striking the floor with a thud! I raised my head, seeing Connor crawling towards me.
"What have ya done," He howled! I scrambled back. I reached for the wine bottle, the heavy blown glass shattering as it hit his head. He dropped to the floor still conscious, but struggling! I knew the poison wouldn't kill him. I knew that if I did not finish what I had started he would end my existence! I searched the room for a weapon.
There it was laying under the writing desk, scattered among Connor's other belongings. A letter opener! It's gleaming blade called to me! I crawled wildly across the floor to reach it. Connor grabbed my leg pulling me back towards him, all the time cursing my name! I kicked at his hands with my free foot and stretched as far as I could with my arms until I finally held the weapon. I turned suddenly and drove the letter opener into his wrist! His face contorted with pain, he let out a horrible scream. I smiled, remembering all the times I screamed for him.
"I'll kill ya!" he howled. I pulled the blade from his arm and when for his neck. The poison had finally taken effect. He hardly moved. I got up behind him and held his head by his hair, a position he often had had me in.
"No Connor, I'll shall not die today!" I yelled as I ran the letter opener's sharp edge across his throat! Blood gushed out! His eyes rolled into his head! It spread quickly across the floor. I scrambled to my feet and tossed the weapon down by his side. I stood there for a moment, in disbelief and then I quickly turned and ran! I headed towards the kitchen doors and out down the path as fast as my legs would carry me.
To my joy the gypsies were there, true to their word. Motioning for me to hurry. Two men climbed down and helped me into the wagon. They quickly closed the canvas and we were away.
It was then that the fear hit me. What had I done? It was the one law. You can not kill your maker. Every vampire would hunt me down for this abomination! I had not freed myself! I had condemned myself. I lowered my head and cried.
The women pulled at my shoulders, urging me to shed my clothes. They had gypsy garments for me to wear. One woman tugged at my hair. I was to be one of them.
When I mustered the courage to open my eyes, the room was dark, nothing seeming familiar at all. The thick, velvet window curtains were tightly drawn. I could not tell if it was day or night, but I could see clearly about me. How was that possible! There was no light in this room, not from candle nor fire. A faint reddish glow was emanating from my body alighting all around me.
I was in a large mahogany four poster bed, wearing nothing but my shift. I tried to sit up but could not find the strength to do so. Then I remembered Connor rushing down upon us. Ripping out the throat of that nice French boy, and all that blood! A panic filled me. My head was filled with thoughts of escape.
From out of nowhere Connor appeared and was suddenly upon me! His speed was otherworldly. His hand clutched firmly around my throat. I tried to fight him off but I had no strength. I could barley lift my arms. "Good, yer awake." His rich Scottish accent filled my ears. I closed my eyes tightly trying to shut him out. "It's no good lass, you'll not be going anywhere." His words dropped off.
Connor McCloud leaned down until his lips brushed my cheek. "Yer dying. In fact, you'll be dead very soon unless you do exactly what I tell ya." He was so close, pressing the length of his body against mine. He playfully wrapped a curl of my hair about his finger tip."You belong to me now." Then he kissed my lips. A long, deep possessing kiss. "Ya need to feed. In fact ya need to feed quite often. I'll bring it to ya, this time. You'll drink, until I tell ya to stop. And as long as ya do as I command I'll allow ya to live. Do I make myself clear?" I nodded my head slowly. "Good." His hand released its grip from around my small neck.
He stood and made his way across the room. I could hear his boots as they clicked across the floor. He returned quickly, dragging a small boy by the scruff of the neck. As he approached a strength grew within me. I was hungry, but this was unlike any hunger I had ever known! I was up on my hands and knees like a large cat ready to tear that boy apart. I could smell his blood; his fear. I could hear his heart beating wildly within his chest. What was happening to me! Connor began to laugh. Deep rolls of laughter. He shook the boy in front of me. I was revolted by my actions!
"Drink, here." he commanded as he twisted the boys head painfully to the side exposing his small white neck. I lunged forward sinking my teeth into his flesh and drank deeply. His blood was hot, almost sweet. It rushed through my body filling me with satisfaction.
"Enough!" Connor yelled and he pulled the body away from me, but I wanted more.
As the blood filled me, my strength was renewed. I could feel it surge through my body. My vision became clear and I could hear sounds, like the small mouse gnawing at the corner of a book across the room. Connor departed dragging the lifeless body behind him. I could hear his satisfied laughter throughout the halls. I sat back on my heals trying to assimilate all that was taking place. I had just killed that boy!
Once more I drank his blood, and I liked it! I pushed my hair from my face and ran the tip of my tongue across my teeth. Until I pricked myself upon the sharp point of my newly developed fangs. What had Connor done to me, what had I become!
He returned quickly and seated himself upon the edge of the large bed. A smug expression on this face. I scrambled away from him, after all I'd seen what he could do on many an occasion. I pressed my back into the headboard and watched him carefully. He was pleased with himself. I had seen this look in his eyes before.
"Victoria," he called. Fearfully I looked at him. "Do ya know what you are?" he asked. Slowly I shook my head no. "Yer a vampire now. I made ya, you belong to me and only me."
Vampire! My head was spinning! I had heard of such creatures, but never believed them to be true. I got up the nerve to speak. "Where is my brother, where is Claude?"
He laughed at me and his laughter shook the bed. "Yer brother is not here and once more he'll never find you." Connor McCloud inched closer. "Besides what could he do to help ya now." He was even closer now and reached out to touch my cheek. "Do what I say. Do everything I ask and unlike yer other brothers I'll let him live."
I shut my eyes. He had me. Passage of Time
The next few years were in describable. At first it was exciting, this new life I had awakened to . But Connor kept me in darkness. I lived only to serve him. I was a decoration for his arm when he decided to appear among mortals. Sometimes he used me as bait to lure unsuspecting victims to their deaths. At times I hunted for him and when we would retire to the confines of our home to escape the light of the day I became his sexual plaything.
He took me off to Scotland for a while where he continued to brood. As his moods grew darker so did my life with him. There were times when he would lock me away, refusing to let me feed until I lay almost half mad with hunger. For many years I thought that I had brought all this misery upon myself. That my fathers refusal to allow us to marry had brought all this to bear. But that was not so.
I remember it was February, a very cold, bleak time of year in the highlands. Connor had become ragingly drunk. He grabbed me by the hair and took me to bed. When he was finished with me he yelled that it was no good. Not the same. That it would never be the same. I had no idea what he meant. Foolishly I asked.
"I was cast out!" he cried. "She used me and then found another! I hate him for it and I will have my revenge!"
"Who cast you out?" I should have stayed quiet. His eyes flashed as he turned on me.
"My maker!" he screamed, grabbing my hair. That was the first time he almost killed me. It was weeks before my broken body mended itself.
From then on I never asked another question about his maker. But whenever he became drunk he would rant and rave about that 'damn Englishman' that took her away and a hatred would fill his eyes.
Vampires are very strong creatures, meant for survival, but even we have our limits. After one of his more intense beatings, I lay on the floor bleeding to death. Bones shattered, I wished to die. It was at that moment that I decided no more. An Idea Forms
Several months went by. My body healed itself. Deep scars faded away, teeth grew back, and soon I was once again able to speak. All during that time I was thinking, calculating, moving funds from place to place, charming people who would become my allies if needed. But most importantly I smiled and shot demure glances whenever his gaze alighted upon me. I waited on him and his needs and when the end came, Connor was caught completely unaware. It was when Connor brought me to Vienna that the idea for my escape began to form. Connor had leased a manor house on the outskirts of that great city in Eisenstadt. It was there on summer evening I met the gypsies.
They were a beautiful people, dark and romantic. They lived their lives filled with color, abandon and so, as poor as they were, they were kings at heart. Many called them beggars and thieves, and so the moved from town to town, province to province. I longed for their freedom and loved them instantly. I would steal away whenever I could and watch them, peering through the trees for hours I sat, as still as stone and observed. When the sun would go down the men would gather around the great bonfire and quietly begin to play their instruments. The plaintive guitar, the lonely violins. Soon they would be joined by the women and the children who would dance wildly, spinning and leaping around the flames.
Watching them night after night I became more entranced. Slowly I learned their language and knew each of their faces intimately. Then one night I stepped from the trees and entranced them.
I danced through their camp, around the fire, lifting my skirts and exposing my fine ankles. My hair fell from its pins and tumbled about my shoulders. I sang their songs and drew them to me with my voice. I had been a vampire for nearly 100 years and could have easily slaughtered them all, but I wished to control them and so I wooded them with my voice. Humans were easily charmed by me. I had been lovely to look at in live and it death I had become a vision.
They knew of Connor and hated him terribly, almost as much as I. But they were terribly frightened of him. I frowned, knowing what Connor had done to their people. He made sport of them, raping their women, sucking their bodies dry, leaving their carcasses for the wild animals. They would taking coaxing. I smiled to myself as I sipped their wine. I knew what had to be done. I spent more and more time with them, letting them learn to love me, until I knew that they had excepted me completely. That is when I made my move.
I quarreled with Connor, that very night I made my way to the Gypsy camp. Slowly through the trees I walked , a heavy velvet cloak pulled closely around my shoulders. When I entered my camp the ruse had begun.
Instantly they knew something was afoot. I was not the same, I had not removed my cloak, I moved slowly, I sat quietly by the fire. One of the men approached and offered me wine which I refused. This drew more stares, more whispers. They asked me to removed my coverings and make myself comfortable. I smiled under the garment knowing what lay in store. Slowly I raised my hands and removed the hood. A gasp of horror erupted through the camp. Many ran to see Connor's handy work. My face was swollen and blackish - blue. One eyes closed shut. My lips were split and crusted with blood, and there were dark imprints of his brutish hands around my throat.
The sight of me in that condition was all it took. They agreed to help me escape if I could immobilize him. I ensured them I would leave him for dead and they began to break camp. We would cross the boarder into Hungary, head for the town of Veszprem in two days time. I nodded in agreement.
All was arranged. In two days time they would be on the road east of the manor house, packed and ready to travel. If I could make my way to them, they would disguise me as one of their own and spirit me to safety.
My wounds healed quickly as they always did and Connor was still unaware. I put on the gown that he favored the most, the one that brought out the color of my eyes. I fashioned my hair in the manor that most pleased him. There was only one belonging I wished to take with me. My mother's locket. It was a small golden oval, elegantly engraved with her initials. Inside were small paintings of all her children. Charles, Phillipe, Jon, Claude and myself. I slipped this locket onto a velvet ribbon and tied it around my slender throat. I stood, smoothed my skirts and made my way into Connor's chambers.
He was sitting near the fire, at his writing desk, drinking and reading a stack of letters. "Connor," I said quietly. He didn't stir. I moved a little closer, "Connor my dear, my I intrude?" I pleasantly questioned.
His eyes quickly glanced in my direction over the tops of his letters. A smile slowly spread across his lips. He was pleased with my appearance. He sat back in the large chair and set the letters aside. I twirled for him, batting my eyes and smiling brightly.
"What do ya want lass?" he purred. I stepped a little closer.
"I've come to make amends," I purred back. Connor motioned me closer. I could feel the blood rushing through my body. The fear rising. I had to keep it together! I had to remain in control or all would be lost!
"Sit here," He pushed the chair away from the desk and patted his thigh. I smiled and swept around the table. "Ya look lovely tonight."
I seated myself on his lap and his strong arms wrapped around my waist. His dark hair had come loose from the leather tie. I pulled it all loose and ran my fingers through it. He groaned in pleasure and pulled me closer, pressing his lips against mine. I pushed him away playfully.
"Can I get you a drink," I glanced towards the decanter and empty goblet on the desk," You seemed to be empty and I picked up some very good wine today." I smiled seductively.
His eyes sparked and he released his grip on me. I stood and crossed the room to the sideboard. I opened the cupboard doors and pulled out a dusty bottle. "Almost as old as you," I teased as I blew dust from the glass. He laughed. I pulled the cork and poured the dark red liquid into two crystal glasses which I had placed on a sliver tray. When my back was turned to him, I produced a small vile from the folds of my skirts and poured the liquid into his glass. I was a very strong poison. Powerfully enough to kill several large men. I hoped that it would be enough to disable him, god it had to be enough.
I turned and carefully carried the tray back to his writing desk. I placed it on the table and lifted his glass offering it to him.
"I love to watch ya, such fine manners." he complimented.
I smiled and lifted my own glass. He raised his glass to me and then to his lips. I watched carefully, he had to drink it all! I raised my glass and drank slowly. "Do you like it? " I questioned "There's plenty more."
Connor smiled and tossed back the glass, swallowing it all.
I smiled. "Another?" I chirped. I could already see the poison taking effect. I crossed the room and retrieved the bottle. I hurried back to his side and filled his glass, setting the bottle on the desk.
"Strange wine lass," his words a little slurred.
"The shop keeper swore that there was none like it," I finished my glass."It is good, isn't it?" Connor had already finished his second glass. As a Scot he enjoy his alcohol. I filled it again. His hand becoming unsteady. Suddenly his other hand shot out and grabbed my wrist! His eyes glassy but wild.
"Witch!" He tried to stand, "What have ya done!" Connor pulled me forward across the desk, scattering items everywhere.
"Connor!? Nothing, I've done nothing except try to apologize!" I protested loudly.
"Nay! I feel it! Running through my blood!" He began to stumble, crashing to the floor, pulling me down with him. Braking crystal, spilling wine, papers falling like a light snow.
"Connor!" I screamed as we tumbled to the floor. He may be drugged but his grip was tightening, he was struggling to lift his head. "Let go!" I kicked him in the ribs and pulled back with all my strength.
Connor released his hold and went flying across the room, striking the floor with a thud! I raised my head, seeing Connor crawling towards me.
"What have ya done," He howled! I scrambled back. I reached for the wine bottle, the heavy blown glass shattering as it hit his head. He dropped to the floor still conscious, but struggling! I knew the poison wouldn't kill him. I knew that if I did not finish what I had started he would end my existence! I searched the room for a weapon.
There it was laying under the writing desk, scattered among Connor's other belongings. A letter opener! It's gleaming blade called to me! I crawled wildly across the floor to reach it. Connor grabbed my leg pulling me back towards him, all the time cursing my name! I kicked at his hands with my free foot and stretched as far as I could with my arms until I finally held the weapon. I turned suddenly and drove the letter opener into his wrist! His face contorted with pain, he let out a horrible scream. I smiled, remembering all the times I screamed for him.
"I'll kill ya!" he howled. I pulled the blade from his arm and when for his neck. The poison had finally taken effect. He hardly moved. I got up behind him and held his head by his hair, a position he often had had me in.
"No Connor, I'll shall not die today!" I yelled as I ran the letter opener's sharp edge across his throat! Blood gushed out! His eyes rolled into his head! It spread quickly across the floor. I scrambled to my feet and tossed the weapon down by his side. I stood there for a moment, in disbelief and then I quickly turned and ran! I headed towards the kitchen doors and out down the path as fast as my legs would carry me.
To my joy the gypsies were there, true to their word. Motioning for me to hurry. Two men climbed down and helped me into the wagon. They quickly closed the canvas and we were away.
It was then that the fear hit me. What had I done? It was the one law. You can not kill your maker. Every vampire would hunt me down for this abomination! I had not freed myself! I had condemned myself. I lowered my head and cried.
The women pulled at my shoulders, urging me to shed my clothes. They had gypsy garments for me to wear. One woman tugged at my hair. I was to be one of them.