I own all of this. Yes. I created a sect of vampires in middle earth. Picture more along the line of underworld than count Dracula. It's not that big of a deal in the story. I liked writing this part, and it was written for Leenie, who does indeed have a morbid fixation with vampires. Please review. And send me links to your stories. I'm always on the lookout for something new to read.
Selene walked in a trance-like state, unaware of the muted greens and grays of the surrounding foliage. Her guide blended in with the cloak of darkness, save an occasional flash of brilliant silver hair when his hood fell. They traveled toward the heart of the forest, and though they had walked for hours neither showed signs of tiring. Night songs sprung up around them as wolves howled and owls hooted softly. There was an occasional agonized cry as creatures breathed their final breaths. This did dot alarm either captor or captive, for one was aware of what caused the terrorized screams, and the other merely walked, unseeing.
They reached a clearing centered around a large bonfire. Around the perimeter stood others of his kind, sentries guarding this hallowed spot. They moved silently to allow the newcomers' entrance, and spoke lowly in a language that would call the sea to rise or mountains to fall. It was a voice that controlled the air, commanding and entrancing those who heard it. It was the tongue of the vampire and Selene felt herself longing to speak it, to commune with these ethereal beings with eyes of flint and wills of steel. One turned to her and offered a comforting smile; though what was comforting about pearly canines, she did not know. Another took her aside and she realized that around them rose a castle, imperceptible in all but the full moon's light. She was given a cloak, long and black, and fastened with a silver broach in the shape of a wolf's head. Fingering it lightly, she heard a wolf's echoing reply in the distance. She was led from the room and returned to the bonfire where multitudes of cloaked strangers had assembled, each as solemn as death. Her guide, the one who brought her to the life she was supposed to live stepped forward and Selene found herself grasping a black gloved hand once again.
Pulled towards the center of the circle, she was aware of an intonation resonating throughout the crowd. "We, the shapeshifters, those of the night, accept this last one into our ranks, to teach and guard, to defend and reveal to the song of the night, the power revealed by a vampyre's kiss."
She saw the man leaning down towards her, gleaming hair masking a young face and she turned to meet his probing state, to accept the life offered in this forest. It seemed as though eternity was held in that moment, in his lingering kiss. But it was only a moment. And in that moment, when a glass goblet was dipped into the fire and came out filled with a glitteringly liquid, she lowered her head to receive this final baptism. When she drank that night, she knew it was her life blood. And when he called "Selene" she knew that was her name, and that she had become one of the night.