Well, I'll summarize for ya! Sex, blood, pain, and…..insanity! Muahahahaha!
Chapter 5: Your Blood Is Mine
"I had no idea," Radka marveled.
"Yeah," he sighed. "I didn't either until she died."
"All right, but you said she's alive," she protested.
"I said no such thing, I said she's haunting my sister," he said.
"Would you care to elaborate on that a bit?" Radka asked.
"My sister found Mayvn on the floor of our bathroom with blood pouring from her wrists. She went to fetch my mother and father, and when she dragged them back to the bathroom, screaming about Mayvn's dead body, there was nothing there. The blood was still on the floor, but she was gone. We never found her body," he told remorsefully.
"Your family is waltzing around like she's dead, and you never even found a body?" she said, slightly disturbed.
"Yes," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, "they call it the 'accident' because they won't take responsibility for it."
Radka gently wrapped her arms around him, tenderly kissing his solemn face. Being slightly uplifted by this, he ran one hand through her deep brown hair.
"Besides," he continued, a single tear running down his face, "it's not like she's lying in a ditch somewhere. I mean she's here, she stays close by. For crying out loud she's a..."
"A little surprised to still be talked about," a low, seductive but still feminine voice interrupted. Both Standislav and Radka's hearts leapt into their mouths. For standing there, in all black, with a long black cloak wrapped around her, was Mayvn.
"Mayvn, God you scared me," Standislav said, standing up and gently taking Mayvn's hands, "are you all right?" She nodded.
"I... I thought I'd see how you were doing," she said, smiling weakly.
"I'm fine," he smiled, pleased to see her, "but there is someone I want you to meet." He took her hand and led her toward Radka who was still sitting on the bench, looking as though she had seen a ghost. Feeling as if she was being judged, Radka gazed up into Mayvn's icy eyes with her warm green ones. After a moment of silence where neither of them said a word, Radka finally spoke.
"Pleased to meet you Mayvn," she said, smiling uneasily.
"Standislav, you picked a good one. I like this one," she said, smiling at Radka.
"Thank you," Radka said gratefully.
"Radka relax, it's just Mayvn," Standislav said, noticing how tense she was.
"I'll relax when someone tells me how someone who almost bleeds to death on a bathroom floor is up, walking around town," she said, unnerved.
"Mayvn, would you like to go into that little detail?" Standislav asked, slightly uneasy.
"I did die Radka, but not the way people think," Mayvn started.
"I sense another story coming on," Standislav said, sitting down beside Radka again.
"All right, the night of my death," she started.
(flashback)
On a very normal, typical dark night in Bucovina, the Agafetei family was once again full of rage and turmoil. On this particular night the topic of conversation, or really more for debate was Ivan Stravinski and Ira Grossinov.
Both daughters of Viktor Agafetei were engaged - arranged marriages. Lucinda, to Ivan Stravinski, and Mayvn to Ira Grossinov. Neither of the girls were too inclined. Lucinda who dreamed of finding true love and Mayvn who didn't want to belong to any husband.
It is a proved theory that two people who despise each other can unite under one valor if given a common enemy. And so for the brief moment, Mayvn and Lucinda could agree on one thing: they had to prevent these marriages. Lucinda had managed to convince them to hold it off for a few more months however Mayvn was having a more difficult time. Ira had wanted to marry Mayvn for some time but her family had been reluctant. Not at all because they cared if she married a jackass who only wanted her for her beauty, but they knew that he would make her unhappy. And if Mayvn was unhappy, there was no telling the things she would do that could reflect badly upon their family. However, after growing tired of waiting for his prize, Ira finally decided that there were quicker ways to achieve what he wanted. He paid her family a rather handsome sum in exchange for their agreement to let him marry Mayvn.
"Mayvn this is far beyond love, of course he doesn't love you. This is about the good of our family. Could you for once in your life do something that would not make this family look like a freak show?" her mother asked, desperate.
"If I was such a wretched person, I'd think of a lot more effective ways to avoid marrying him. I'm trying to be civil," she screamed, her eyes glaring, "is it so hard to believe that I could want to marry someone who actually cares for me?" she asked, her voice sounding ragged and full of frustration.
"And how long would that take? For you to find someone who loves you? Mayvn you are different, strange, cold, and how many men in the world to you really think will fall in love with that?" her mother asked. Even Viktor was surprised at his wife's ability to insult their daughter like that. However his weak will prevented him from standing up for her. Standislav also sat there, appalled at what his mother was saying, yet feeling helpless to stop it.
"You're right mother, unfortunately there are not many people in the world who see more than you do. And that doesn't say much for the world,"she muttered, loud enough for Mirela to hear. The real situation of Mayvn's life was finally sinking in. She was unwanted, not love, and she could only take so much. The emotions she has suppressed so much because she was afraid of the ramifications were bubbling to the surface.
She entered the bedroom and closed the door behind her. Tears of rage flooded her eyes and she threw her coat onto the bed. It was nighttime, and only her silhouette could be seen from a distance. Feeling all sense of reason leave her she began running her hands all over her face, her head, through her hair. Her heart began racing with wild ideas of how to fix her broken life.
Slowly she reached down into her boot and pulled out a dagger. The feeling of the leather hilt in her hand calmed her down. Once again she entered the bathroom and this time she flung the shudders open, letting the moonlight flood the room along with the cold night breeze. Dropping to her knees on the floor she began her normal ritual or dragging the dagger across her smooth, pale skin of her wrists. As her anger rose yet again, imagining the wicked faces of her family, of the world, she dug the knife in deeper into her skin, numb to the stabbing pain. After a few more moments of ruthlessly slicing at her wrists she stopped. Crimson blood stained the floor and soaked her wrists and hands. Suddenly becoming dizzy she slowly lowered herself to the floor where she laid on her back. Her arms laid, spread out on either side of her, coated in a warm, sticky liquid.
She could feel her breath becoming shallow, her vision was blurring, and she smiled to herself weakly, realizing that those were her last moments. Peacefully she decided to close her eyes and wait.
The peaceful silence that she laid, dying in was shattered abruptly. Lucinda glanced out of the corner of her eyes having just waked into their bedroom. She shrieked seeing his sister's dead body lying in a pool of blood. In her panic, she failed to see the feint rising and falling of her chest. Lucinda quickly left the room to fetch her parents. Silently Mayvn prayed that she would go before they all came back, for she didn't want to see or feel their presence ever again. As her heart beat began to slow down drastically she heard a gust of wind blow through the window and immediately after, she felt a dark, looming aura in the room with her, although she was too weak to see whom. Her entire body was fading, so much in fact she could barely feel the strong pair of arms that were pulling her into a person's lap. The body was surprisingly cold, and yet the arms that now embraced her seemed to offer comfort and protection. Barely opening her eyes, she saw the deep blue eyes of a man gazing down at her. Although too weak to speak she could feel his hands gently brush her black hair away from her neck. Slowly, his lips grazed the porcelain skin of her neck, licking it, nipping at it and gently kissing it. In a complete daze from the lack of blood and the man that now had her slightly aroused, Mayvn quietly heaved a sigh of relief that her death would be peacefully. However she felt a horrible stabbing pain in her neck rather suddenly. She let out the most demure whisper of "no," as she felt even more precious blood leave her.
"Now," said the voice of a man in a whisper, "your blood is mine." He then paused a moment. Moving back some of his long, jet black hair away from his neck. "And my blood, is yours," he spoke slowly, pressing his neck against her mouth.
Her eyes gently closed, Mayvn felt life begin to take hold of her again as the blood trickled down her throat. It gave a warm, euphoric sensation to her and she weakly began to suck more of it from the man. After a big longer of him allowing her to replenish her body with much needed blood, he cradled her weak, and lifeless form in his arms. He smiled slightly as he watched to deep scars on her wrist almost fall off of her skin to leave nothing but flawless, scar-free wrists. Standing up, clutching Mayvn's unconscious body against him, he vanished into the dark night.
It was not a minute after that the four remaining members of the Agafetei family came running in. But all of them froze in their tracks in the bathroom doorway. There were two large pools of blood on the floor, but no one was there.
That was without a doubt, the best vampire – turning scene that I have ever written, hands down! Please review, but don't flame cause that's just mean! You could burn yourself.