Kyrie let out a scream as the metal burned into her flesh. Her hands were tied above her head with it to the tree the humans had thrown her against. The links of chain had been wrapped around her entire body leaving her immobile. It was bad enough that it hurt worse than anything she could have ever imagined but it had also made her weak. She couldn't remember feeling so fatigued. She wanted nothing more than to close her eyes against the pain and rest. Her vision grew blurry as the concept became more appealing to her. Footsteps came towards her snapping her back into painful awareness.
"Daemon." The man said spitting on he ground at the base of the tree.
"Blame the one who made me then.". She retorted her voice wavering. The man said nothing more and stood somewhat off to the side standing watch...as if she could escape. She had felt the answer when she called out to Godric the only way a progeny could to its maker. It was uncertain however if he would be able to reach her before dawn.
Kyrie had tried her best to reason in her head that this night may be her last. The true death was only a few hours away but it simply would not compute. She couldn't imagine not waking up next to Godric the following night. The realization that she would never see, hear, or touch him again burned her worse than any silver ever could.
'What will he do if I do die?' She thought suddenly turning her gaze to the sky as best she could. Would he simply shrug his shoulders and take off? Would he suffer over her passing? He would more than likely create a new progeny to accompany him, a replacement. Kyrie closed her eyes against the bloody tears she was about to shed.
'Don't be foolish; off course he will be upset. You're his everything.' Her conscience soothed her in her mothers voice, at least she thought it was her mothers voice. 'Why do you think he hasn't released you yet? Why is it that every time he mentions it he takes you into his arms? If Godric truly didn't care do you really think he would make love to you as feverishly as he does or in the very least do you think he would feign enjoying it just for your benefit?'
'Of course not.' Kyrie thought out in her own voice.
'There is a good girl now. Sit still. Godric will come for you.' The voice said and was silent. Kyrie reopened her eyes to see the human still standing as he had been.
It was her own fault that she was in the current predicament she was in which only made her angrier. Every lesson that Godric had drilled into her now seemed to mock her. She had become too sure of herself and her immortality. She had begun to question her makers wariness over the world and the humans they fed off of. Kyrie went against everything her maker had told her and went to a heavily populated area. Her first inclination was to merely watch the peculiarities of the humans. They had changed so much in the few hundred years since she had been turned but still they remained the same more or less.
She soon forgot however that that had been her main intention when her hunger struck. She had known of course that she would feed off of someone there when the most delectable scent hit her nostrils. It had carried to her on the breeze from the center of town and she had become a mindless beast in search of the smell.
It was unlike anything she could ever recall pushing her urge to feed over the edge. She had attacked several of he villagers unable to find what she wasn't even sure exactly she was looking for. Her guard was down, she had been subdued. Then came the silver chains that were wrapped around her body starting at her feet and ending at her hands.
The pain was what had brought her out of her haze into searing reality. She had been strung up the tree and secured into place hours before. Every so often a new male would come to keep watch over her. She couldn't help but wonder if they knew what would happen to her come day light. Maybe they had since they had bound her properly but on the other hand the village was evidently thriving, they could have just had the metal on hand.
Kyrie began to move in her bonds slightly as the sky turned from black velvet to a dark blue. The sun would rise soon, possibly with in the next hour or so and she had no desire to meet it. She closed her eyes tightly calling out once again to her maker. This time there was no reply.
She tried again receiving nothing in response from Godric. Her panic went into overdrive as she attempted to move her hands and legs. Her body felt numb from the position it was in. Her fingers were swollen and useless as well as her wrists. Even if she had been at her full strength she wouldn't have been able to free herself.
She watched as the dark blue began to lighten as the horizon became lined with light. The pain she had felt before from the silver was nothing in comparison. Her flesh wounds became nonexistent as her blood began to boil in her veins.
Smoke began to rise from her skin and she could smell herself starting to burn from the inside out. A whimper escaped from her throat that became a scream as the sun cooked her. She had hoped when it first started she would simply burn into ash instantly but apparently fate wasn't so kind to vampires.
'This is your punishment Kyrie. You should have stayed home. What's done in the dark will always be brought to the light.' An unknown voice said to her from somewhere.
"No, no! Godric! Help me! I don't want to die!". She screeched out certain it would be her last words heard on the mortal plane. She fell to the ground with a thud hitting hard. Something grabbed at the chains that bound her and took off quickly dragging her along the ground. Her eyes shut but opened again as she was tossed in ground. She watched Godric as he stood in the sunlight for a moment.
His skin bubbled under its rays as he brought dirt in to cover her. She closed her eyes again welcoming the cold soil. A few moments later she felt Godric burrow in next to her he way that he did. He wrapped an arm around her even though she knew the chains burned him. She knew the day would be agony for them both. The night couldn't arrive quick enough.
It amazed her that she had actually passed out. Of course waking meant facing the pain again. She had no idea what condition her body was in and wasn't in any hurry to find out. Godric uncovered her face first and pulled her out of the grave by the chains.
He let go quickly waving his hand in the air before squatting down next to her. He grasped at the loose part of the metal and began the process of unwinding it from her. He pulled and pried at it stopping every once in a while to allow his hands to heal before resuming his task.
Despite her best efforts Kyrie couldn't help but let out shouts of pain or flinch away slightly. "It will be over soon. It will all be over soon." Godric repeated every so often.
"You..keep saying that." She whispered out as he managed to pull the remaining chain from her feet and tossed them aside.
"That time I meant it." He stated. "We need to feed in order to heal but we can't go back to that village." He said more to himself than to her. "Wait here."
Kyrie wasn't certain how long Godric was gone for but she was grateful when he returned. Her blood still felt as if it bubbled in her veins even though the sun was well set below the horizon. She wanted nothing more than to be comforted by her maker.
"Feed on this. It will heal you enough so we can leave this area." Godric said sitting her up against him. The thing that he held had fur and wiggled in his hands somewhat as he held it in front of her face. With out a second thought she bit the creature enough to drink from it. She didn't know what it was and would never ask knowing it was better that way.
Its blood didn't have the same appeal or taste as humans did but it was adequate in the sense that some of her pain subsided. Godric tossed the carcass off to the side and helped her to her feet. She leaned against him heavily wrapping her arms around his neck.
He pulled her away from him to stare at her for a moment. His jaw was set as his eyes scanned over her quickly assessing the damage that still remained.
"I don't know whether to slap you or hug you." He said sternly. Kyrie dropped her gaze to the ground knowing it was better to stay quiet for the time being. "Everything I taught you to ensure your survival was obviously for naught. Kyrie, you're not stupid...why did you act in such a way?"
"I went to observe but I was distracted by...something.". She replied.
"What could possibly have distracted you into that predicament?" Godric commanded more than asked.
"A scent. It was unlike anything I have ever smelled before. It was delicious and my body just took over, I couldn't help myself. I went mad over it.". She said reliving the experience again of hunting down whatever it had been.
"I have no idea what could have put you in such a state. You have always shown self control before so this does bother me. For now I command you, as your maker, to stay in my sight. Do not leave my side." Godric said receiving a nod from his progeny.
Godric gathered her to him giving her a tight squeeze which she returned. He kissed her forehead a few times as well as he cheek. "I was so afraid I was going to lose you Kyrie. My Kyrie, my everything." He said softly. She placed a light kiss against his lips bringing out his crooked smile. They stood together for a while in each others embrace before disappearing into the darkness.