Ch. 2 – The World Was Darkness
The world was darkness. 'How can there be no light? What time is it?' Davina sat up, but only made it a few inches when her head hit something solid. Cursing under her breath, Davina put out a hand and found a wall about six inches from her face. And to either side. A box, no, a coffin! She was in a coffin! Her breathing sped to short gasps she pushed on the lid, but it wouldn't move. Davina didn't know how or why she had gotten there, but she knew she had to get out. Anywhere, as long as it wasn't here. She began to pound on the lid her panic rising with breath. She shouted for help, her heart pounding in her chest. Her screams turned ragged as she struggled to free herself. It seemed an eternity before a handsome man with brown hair raised the lid of the coffin with a look of concern on his face.
Davina scrambled out of the coffin, and would have fallen if it weren't for the man. He held her in his arms and helped her slow her breathing with gentle words. The familiar rhythm of his voice calmed Davina, helped her remember where she was, and what.
Her voice shook when she finally spoke. "I'm alright now Connor."
"Like hell you are." Davina looked away, but he turned her back to face him. "Why didn't you tell me you were Closterphobic?"
Davina found the soft accent of his voice soothing. For some reason she could not explain she had always felt safe with him. "I…didn't realize what it would mean. I don't even know how I got there." She looked a question at Connor.
He sighed. "I put you there. It was very near dawn, which is probably why you don't remember. I came down to check on you after I woke, heard screaming." Worry lines creased his forehead. "Come," He stood in one fluid movement, and brought her to her feet. "Let us get you feed before something else goes wrong."
She let him lead the way, consumed in her own thoughts. Of all of the aspects of being a vampire, especially a newly dead one, feeding was the part she had the hardest time with. In her mind it seemed to embody all of the darkness of her new life.
Davina was a druid, a priestess touched of the fey. Or at least she had been before a now dead rogue vampire had made her one of them. At first she did not realize how the change would effect her power. When your power comes from life, light, and nature, how can one condemned to darkness and death hope to command it? Even the peace of meditation had been denied her. All her life she had used her abilities to preserve life upon which she was now forced to feed. It didn't really matter that the donor was willing, it still bothered her. But one must live, mustn't one?