A human girl had been underground for three weeks now. She could not tell you exactly how long she had been there, though. It was hard to tell when a day passed because she never had the chance to even glance out a window, there were none. The girl could not tell you if it were night or day, Monday or Tuesday, yesterday or tomorrow. The vampires that surrounded her were not exactly pressed for time, nor did the girl have the nerve to ask the many vampires what day it might be… the way some of them dressed, she bloody well thought they might not even know what year it was.
The girl had yet to grow used to being in vampire company. They frightened her. The way most of them stared… longingly, as though they wanted to eat her whole. She had learned by observing their behaviour that it was exactly what they wanted to do.
"Violet," said the girl's mother. Someone had actually spoken her name. Violet, had almost forgotten it. Violet's mother had been spending every waking moment with the vampire, Tobias, leaving Violet alone to do as she pleased.
"Yes," Violet sighed deeply. She sat on the rather large bed that Tobias had provided, still in her underthings. She hardly ever bothered to dress, Tobias had said that she needn't go mingle with the vampires nor was she allowed to interrupt Tobias and her mother.
"What is this?" Vivian gasped. "You do not greet your own mother anymore?"
Violet had secretly begun to resent her mother. Though, it was hardly a secret since she had not seen her mother more than a few minutes the whole time she had been… imprisoned in the underground. Whilst Violet was moping in her room alone, Tobias and Vivian went off and enjoyed one an others company.
"You are hardly a mother," Violet wished she could say, but seeing as her mother was her one and only companion in her own personal hell, Violet could hardly shatter her mother's heart.
"Sorry, Mother." Violet said instead, as she picked herself up off of the bed and into her mother's waiting arms. The girl could not help but start to sob.
"Child, what is wrong?" Vivian said in a very motherly tone, that sounded quite unnatural coming from her mouth.
"I cannot bare another second in this place!" Violet shrieked and cried into her mother's arms.
"Sweet dear," Vivian spoke gently, once again… the words tasted bad in her mouth. Though she loved her child, she had hardly cared for her since she had been born. Even in her darkest and poorest of days, there had been a nurse or servant to care for the girl. Vivian knew that she was hardly maternal… but that she should at least try and comfort her daughter.
"Why can we not go back to London?" Violet looked up at her mother, tears filling her odd coloured eyes. Vivian grabbed her daughter by the shoulders and looked at the young girl in disgust.
"Do you not understand what would have happened to you had we stayed?" Vivian pleaded with Violet.
"I would have married! I do not care! At least I would have been able to see the sun, the grass, people that are not so deranged by love!" Violet yelled, pulling away from her mother.
"You would have been married to a man three times your age! He would have bred you, abused you, and made you a pawn in his game!" Vivian said fiercely at her daughter.
"Is that not better than being with and bedding a monster?" Violet said, purposely backing away as to avoid being slapped in the face.
"I love him!" Vivian said, looking at her daughter as though she was trying to burn a hole into her skin.
"What is love, when you must live like a prisoner?"
"It is everything! Love is everything!" Vivian stated, walking towards her Violet. Violet, who was backing away had suddenly lost her nerve, she was afraid that her mother was going to strike her. But Vivian only grabbed Violet's face in her hands.
"Why could you not just love a normal man?" Violet cried, tears spilling again.
"I did once. I even married him." Vivian stated, going red and her own eyes filling up with wetness. "All it got me was heart ache, and an ingrate of a child!"
Violet had heard the words when her mother had spoken them, but they had hardly sunken in until after her mother let go of her face and strode out of the rather large room in a huff. The young girl felt her face scrunch up in tears and her body collapse into itself as she feel down the wall and held onto her knees for support.
If Violet was ungrateful, than her mother was a concubine to a monster and an idiot. That thought was what kept the girl from completely losing herself as she cried into her knees, and fell into something dark and confusing.
Days, or what felt like days, passed and Violet felt more and lonely. Her mother had tried to speak to her on a number of occasions, not enough to satisfy Violet. Violet had to make due with companionship with a small mouse that had crept though a small hole in the stone wall. She assumed it had been a message or gift from god, telling her that she should hardly be lonely with the little mouse around. She had named it Remy, and thought of it a petite French mouse that had travelled all the way across the water just to come and keep her company.
"Dear Remy, what have you done?" Violet said, looking at hem on one of her dresses that the small mouse had chewed a hole through. The girl let out a sigh and looked down at the small brown mouse and smiled. "I cannot stay mad at you, dear friend, I am hardly going to wear it now am I?"
Violet felt strange. She assumed that she must be going insane, and that it was the normal feeling that accompanied becoming senile. After all, she was conversing with a mouse. She decided that she would not mind being senile… for then she could imagine that she was in a place that she enjoyed being in.
When the girl became drowsy, she assumed that she had been up for too long and it was now time to go to bed and await the next long day when she would have to endure living alone and confined to a room or face being surrounded with people that wanted to eat her for dinner. As she lay her head on the pillow she embraced the thought of becoming so deluded that she would not even understand what her name was… perhaps she would think her name was Buttercup!
"Eric," Appius Livius Ocella said to his child. Though, the two were rooms apart, Eric could hear the call of his maker and discontinued wooing his chosen lover for the night rather reluctantly. He looked into the simple woman's eyes and apologized for having to leave her in his bed alone.
"Go find another to bed," He said simply, and walked out of the room briskly leaving the woman gob stopped and shocked.
As he made his way to wherever Ocella was pulling him, he entertained the thought of his maker finally letting him go free to do what he pleased somewhere far, far, far away from where he was presently. As Eric finally approached where his maker was sitting comfortable on a rather large seat surrounded by men, Eric had to let out an internal ground as he saw Tobias standing near Ocella.
"Master," Eric bowed slightly.
"Child, I need you to do something for me." Ocella smiled sadly, letting Eric know that it was not necessarily a good thing that he needed to do.
"Anything," Eric said, subserviently.
"You see, I owe Tobias here a favor. It has now come time for me to pay it. Why he is wasting his favor on such a thing… I will never understand." Ocella paused to smile provocatively at a younger man beside him.
"Go on," Eric demanded, using the least amount of annoyance.
"One of Tobias' humans is ill with the plague. I personally, would just kill her, but he would like to see her live." Ocella said, as though murder was just like swatting an annoying little fly out of one's way.
"And how can I be of assistance to the human?" Eric asked, even though he already knew the answer.
"Give her your blood," Tobias chimed in.
"Why are you not doing this, Tobias?" Eric said, he rather felt that Tobias was the scum beneath the earth. What vampire puts their responsibilities onto another? Especially regarding human affairs.
Tobias' fangs began to slither out, but Ocella held a hand up in protest.
"Do not question me, child. If this is his request then grant it to him." Ocella said calmly, going back to entertaining his rather young suitor.
It did not take Eric and Tobias a minute to reach the room of Tobias' human. Eric noticed the rather beautiful red haired woman was crying over the smaller girl who was sprawled out on the bed. He stood over the young girl, whose forehead was damp with sweat and her skin yellow, Eric thought it was quite disgusting how ill humans got and almost forgot that he was once one.
Eric walked closer to the girl, and looked down at the healthy woman standing over the girl crying. All he could say was: "Move," and so she did, letting out a wail as she flung herself into Tobias' opened arms as though he had saved the day.
Eric felt the girl's forehead, which was burning, and it quickly brought him back to a different life with a different woman and a small baby being laid in a casket. He shook himself back to his present time, in front of the girl who seemed half dead already. As he bent down onto his knees and settled his upper body comfortably on the bed he heard the girl's heart beat slowly fading. He bit into his own wrist until he could taste the blood that would cure this girl, and restore her life. As he put his wrist to the girls mouth he felt her pulse slowly build up and up, until finally she opened her eyes.
He recalled her eyes, her deep purple eyes that seemed so out of the ordinary. The girl grabbed onto Eric's wrist bringing his open wound closer into her mouth and he was suddenly trying very hard not to bite her leg wear he could visibly see her artery thumping away with a new found rhythm.
As the girl slowly let her grip on his write go, her eyes began to close again and Eric felt sorry to see them go. As he brought his wrist to his chest and rubbed the new skin that formed there to ease the pain, he stared down at the girl… who was almost a woman, and admired her beauty. She was far more beautiful than the woman who had been sobbing over her and suddenly Eric felt glad that he had saved this human's life… for she would grow into something very breathtaking.
"Thank you…" The girl suddenly spoke, her eyes still closed but a slight smile painted across her face. Eric smiled to himself far too quickly for the human eye to see, and he turned to Tobias.
"Is that all?" Eric said, looking at Tobias with loathing. He noticed that the woman in Tobias' arms must have had vampire blood, for her hair was far too shiny for a human that had been underground for so long.
"Yes, thank you." Tobias said, with a sickening sly smile planted on his rather sinister face.
"Woman," Eric said, addressing Vivian- who looked up at him with tremendous gratitude in her eyes. "You realize that your mate could have done this, do you not?"
"I have taken all he could give," Vivian stuttered with an unsure voice.
"… ah, I see." Eric said, rather unconvincingly and left the room without another word. His only thoughts lay with the woman he hoped still lay in his bed, and how good her blood would taste now that he was actually starving.
Longer? I think. I hope you enjoyed it. Thanks for reading! Sorry, I haven't updated… school is hard. LOL. Please review!