Sweet Misery
Author's note: I'm so sorry! I was busy over the summer, forgot to mark my story as being "on hiatus". I'm just getting back to writing recently! Thanks for all your comments! See chapter one for full disclaimer. If it was featured in the movie underworld, its novelization or anything that makes money, I don't own it. If anything in here is original, ask permission before your use.
When I awoke the next morning, I felt a strange emptiness looming over me. Like when you are outside alone, you can just feel there is no one there. I immediately got out of bed, pulling the sheets with me on my face. Apparently, the blood dried to the sheets where a scab had formed. I began to pry it off of my face, only to pull off the scab and dressings on my wounds. I pulled harder and it came off, however, scar nor blood leaked through, just a slight pink discoloring. I slipped on my boots and ran downstairs to find what I had feared.
The entire foyer was empty, not a single vampire, or any creature really, was there. I opened doors and went into the training hall for the death dealer's eventually, no one was there either. All of the guns had been packed up and the equipment was all gone. I went to my sire's room, once again, empty with no beings in it. I soon went up to the front door and walked to the foyer area. I opened the door then, oh how I regret that decision.
The sunlight came through the opened door and poured onto my entire right side of my body from the shoulders downward. My leathers provided minimal protection as my skin began to sizzle. I closed the door immediately. I was now leaning against a separate wall, the ache in my limbs was unbearable! I was now sobbing, my charcoal like flesh, frail, dry and burnt was now beginning to flake off. I could see down to the almost graying bone on my arm where the sun was most direct. I brushed a hand over it to feel no pain. I did nerve damage apparently and could feel no pain nor ache as I did in my arm. I stumbled back into the parlor, crying and whimpering over my burns. Immediately, a maid rushed down the stairs, almost as if she were in a hurry to get somewhere at this dreaded time of day. She saw me and began to scream.
"Demons! Demons! What in the nine rings of hell brings you!" She picked up a vase and hurled it at my head, shattering perfectly on a wall and shards entering my broken skin. I cried out and ran to the council's meeting area. I locked the sturdy door and placed a board over the openings for one. I heard more yelling and banging upon the door. I was tired once again and went back to sleep.
When I awoke, I saw people standing over me, their exact features were fuzzy and blurred from where I was. I remember arms picking me up and holding me, and a man whispering: "What is the meaning of this?" A voice.
"We didn't have time, my lord. We needed to flee." Another one, this one even softer then the last, if that was possible.
"Flee or not, how could you have forgotten her, Kraven?" Ah, it was Viktor, I should have realized it earlier. I tried to open my mouth to say something, anything.
I tried to say "Hello" but it came out like "eroe" even my jaw felt weak. Viktor set me down onto the floor again.
"You should have woken up in time, take responsibility for yourself Selene, I cannot watch over you forever. You chose to be a deathdealer, your own decision. As for the sun damage, that is of your own undoing, now go back to sleep." He lectured, his voice stern as his cold eyes were facing me. I felt so ashamed sitting there. I should have known we would be leaving! This...this was all my fault! I heard Viktor slam the door shut and leave me. I was now with Kraven.
"Nice predicament you have gotten us into now, isn't it?" I believe he smiled, or at least his voice made him sound like he was doing so. "I suppose you want to know why you weren't informed of our leave? Or why we even left?" I tried futilely to nod, only to bang my head on the wall by mistake.
"We are now in England, Selene. The Coven was forced to leave after being perused by the Lycans. Apparently, you attacked the leader. The big, bald, dim-witted one. Raze." Alright, I had made a mistake I suppose. "Want to know why I left you behind, precious?" I don't want him to call me pet names!
"Well", he picked up my aching chin and put another hand on my burnt cheek so I was facing him, "It is a lesson. Don't try to resist me. You won't win".
He then took his lips and placed them on my own and began to insert his tongue into my mouth and kneed his lips with my own. How disgusting! I tried to back away, another futile attempt. Eventually he stopped, let go of me and walked away.
"Next time, you'll listen." And he walked away, leaving me alone, disgraced and feeling once again, child-like.