Blood Amour
I wrote this for school, but I'm still very proud of it <3.
Vampires, Revenge, and all that.
I'm not sure if there will be more in this universe. Have fun!
I credit the icon to ch4ndler
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It had been cold.
She remembered that the chilly, fall night had filled with a faint breeze and the distant sounds of children screaming in the air. The sky had just began to darken, with the sun sinking into the horizon and leaving black velvet in its place; the stars had been visible, and the moon brilliant. In its full glory, the moon blazed in the sky that night, a soft golden halo encircling it and adding beauty and light to the night; she had been so disillusioned by those surroundings that night, and now in the face of the consequences, she could only laugh bitterly at her stupidity.
They had stood in the outskirts of the small town, holding each other against the cold as only a single couple blinded by love could do so. It had been close to the town’s newly declared curfew, and any sensible man and woman would have been in town, safe within the locked doors of their home. But this couple thought they were in love and that their amour could withstand the rumors of Night People and monsters.
Even after the town’s warning bells had rung, they had continued to stand on the dirt path, dwelling in the warmth of each other and recalling the thoughts of the perfect day they had spent together in the forest. She was carrying their picnic basket, still filled with food, and he had his arms around her in a way meant to be comforting. His palm brushed her hair back and lifted her face up to his. Their hearts pounded as she felt his lips lightly graze hers.
“I love you,” he had whispered, and she had naively believed him, promising to herself to cherish this moment for years to come.
Yet in simple minutes those years disappeared. They had heard the flutter of wings quickly converting to running footsteps and raucous yelling. Suddenly the rumors didn’t seem so false anymore. She had dropped the basket, and they had begun to run as fast as they could. In the beginning they had held hands, but as the footsteps behind them quickened, he let go and accelerated his pace, moving ahead of her. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, simply trying to catch up to him because those things had almost reached the couple.
Instead, she had been thinking about the fine they would have to pay once they reached town. She had been confident in the thought that once they reached the shops in their settlement, the militia would scare off the monsters. She hadn’t been afraid of being eaten, but rather she feared the fine they would have to pay for leading those monsters to town. They had barely saved enough money to get married and settle down, and to waste those savings on a fine because of a single night’s foolishness? It had been a hard thought to bear, and bogged down by her thoughts, she had tripped and her leg had been trapped!
Falling onto the rough path, the pebbles and rocks digging into her skin, she had tried to pick herself up, pushing on the ground and trying to pull her leg out of the ditch in the road. She had known that she couldn’t do it alone and had called out to him to stop and come back and help her.
She had thought that they had been in love, but he had looked back at her disgusted and ran! She could still remember waiting for him to come back, when those things had surrounded her. She kept wondering where the militia was, and had he gone to get help or had he really just ran away?
Her lips had parted soundlessly when she saw what the monsters were. Their fangs glistened in the moonlight, and she gasped at how handsome some of them were. When they had circled her, like vultures circling their prey, she had realized that their attractiveness was barren in so many ways. It had made her feel empty and inadequate, and in some ways, it still reminded her of the love that she had had with him.
They had all drank from her. The first to do so, she could barely remember any of others now by specific traits, had struck like a snake, removing her from her manacle of a bush and seizing her throat, making sure that she had been standing. He had been rough and fed the most as any leader of a pack would. His lips had moved against her skin, and she remembered shivering at the feeling of her neck being pierced.
Blood had sprayed in fountains. It had splashed over the other Night Creatures, staining parts of their clothes a shocking red. Crimson drops had trickled down the leader’s face and her neck to the ground. The packed dirt had greedily absorbed the blood, but not quickly enough. The air had smelled like copper, a sharp piquant flavor that teased the other vampires’ appetites, getting them ready for her.
She had screamed in pain at first, but as more blood was drained, her knees buckled and she fell; the rest was just a blur.
As she sat here in the corner of her town’s only bar, The Wolf’s Den, months after the attack, she watched him spend their savings on an impromptu pool tournament. She now knew why no one had come for her that night. He had never admitted to his mistake; thinking that she had been already dead, he had never sent the militia, thereby sidestepping the fine. She felt her anger boil inside her, more than even when she had found out that her attackers had turned her, making her one of them.
She was now a monster, an animal among men. She couldn’t even bare to look at herself anymore. And the bloodlust. She didn’t know how much longer she could resist. Every time she was next to a human, she wanted to grab it and pull it closer to her, but she couldn’t. Her sense of morality, one of the few reminders of her previous life, stopped her. She had been living off rats in the sewers for the past few months, and she knew it was driving her insane. The rats made her feel dirty and sick, and she wanted something more… sweet. She knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer, soon she would need to taste something other than animals within her reach. Up until last week, she had been dirty, unkempt, smelling of pig and rat, and speaking to herself all the time on the streets.
Then she had gotten word of him living his life while hers wasted away. For the last few months, she had been pondering the thought of staking herself, ending her newfound life, but the news of his happiness deterred her in an explainable way. She couldn’t stand it. She had always been such a fine, upstanding citizen; she didn’t deserve this. But he did. He had left, when he could have easily saved her! She would never have left him.
Her eyes followed his every move at the pool table. He was good at the game and so he was winning. A blonde waitress slinked up to him, handing him a drink and caressing his hair. She probably knew how rich he was getting off her savings! Unlucky for him, she would be taking that money as soon as she could get her hands on him.
When he had finally left the bar that night, she followed him a few blocks away. He had darted a glance behind him, but he couldn’t see her. Her new abilities helped her gracefully blend in, and she appreciated it at a time like this. Getting closer, she grabbed his collar, and turned him around to face her.
Recognition flooded his eyes, and he tried to step backwards when she leaned forward, panic pounding in his mind. He couldn’t believe it: she was alive, and she had fangs! She struck and twin points of pain pierced his neck. Drops trickled down his neck, and he tried to get away. He couldn’t believe she was back, and he knew for what he did, he deserved this. But that didn’t mean he would accept it; survival was for the callous and cowardly. He tried to rip himself away from her.
But now, she was stronger; she had control. She jammed him against the building’s wall with terrifying power. Running her fingers through his hair, she felt him shiver, and it ran a sense of satisfaction through her. She deserved this. Holding on to him, she shook him, leaving him confused and disoriented, so she could sink her teeth into his neck. He thrashed, and she bit harder.
She had to admit that she was surprised. Although the feeling of hate had only overtaken her seconds before, the taste of his blood left nothing to be desired and she felt grateful to him. She could feel the energy drain out of him and revitalize her. She guzzled his blood, wanting more with each swallow. She withdrew for a moment to catch her breath and savor the taste. How could she have last this long without human blood? She leaned forward again, the scent of his blood, pulsing just below the skin of his neck, arousing her. She could feel her fangs lengthening once again, and she sank them into another location, enjoying the thrust into his skin. The sweetness of the blood washed over her tongue and poured down her throat, and the sense of revenge was finally feeling fulfilled. She relished in his fear, and she knew that if a man as horrible as him could taste so wonderful, what was the rest of mankind like? Finally, she pocketed the money and discarded his body: a man she had loved in her past life, now a dead, dry husk of a human. From now on, she knew that she would no longer doubt her purpose in this rebirth.
Life was a neck, and she planned to spend her immortality drinking deeply.
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Vampires, Revenge, and all that.
I'm not sure if there will be more in this universe. Have fun!
I credit the icon to ch4ndler
.
It had been cold.
She remembered that the chilly, fall night had filled with a faint breeze and the distant sounds of children screaming in the air. The sky had just began to darken, with the sun sinking into the horizon and leaving black velvet in its place; the stars had been visible, and the moon brilliant. In its full glory, the moon blazed in the sky that night, a soft golden halo encircling it and adding beauty and light to the night; she had been so disillusioned by those surroundings that night, and now in the face of the consequences, she could only laugh bitterly at her stupidity.
They had stood in the outskirts of the small town, holding each other against the cold as only a single couple blinded by love could do so. It had been close to the town’s newly declared curfew, and any sensible man and woman would have been in town, safe within the locked doors of their home. But this couple thought they were in love and that their amour could withstand the rumors of Night People and monsters.
Even after the town’s warning bells had rung, they had continued to stand on the dirt path, dwelling in the warmth of each other and recalling the thoughts of the perfect day they had spent together in the forest. She was carrying their picnic basket, still filled with food, and he had his arms around her in a way meant to be comforting. His palm brushed her hair back and lifted her face up to his. Their hearts pounded as she felt his lips lightly graze hers.
“I love you,” he had whispered, and she had naively believed him, promising to herself to cherish this moment for years to come.
Yet in simple minutes those years disappeared. They had heard the flutter of wings quickly converting to running footsteps and raucous yelling. Suddenly the rumors didn’t seem so false anymore. She had dropped the basket, and they had begun to run as fast as they could. In the beginning they had held hands, but as the footsteps behind them quickened, he let go and accelerated his pace, moving ahead of her. She hadn’t thought much of it at the time, simply trying to catch up to him because those things had almost reached the couple.
Instead, she had been thinking about the fine they would have to pay once they reached town. She had been confident in the thought that once they reached the shops in their settlement, the militia would scare off the monsters. She hadn’t been afraid of being eaten, but rather she feared the fine they would have to pay for leading those monsters to town. They had barely saved enough money to get married and settle down, and to waste those savings on a fine because of a single night’s foolishness? It had been a hard thought to bear, and bogged down by her thoughts, she had tripped and her leg had been trapped!
Falling onto the rough path, the pebbles and rocks digging into her skin, she had tried to pick herself up, pushing on the ground and trying to pull her leg out of the ditch in the road. She had known that she couldn’t do it alone and had called out to him to stop and come back and help her.
She had thought that they had been in love, but he had looked back at her disgusted and ran! She could still remember waiting for him to come back, when those things had surrounded her. She kept wondering where the militia was, and had he gone to get help or had he really just ran away?
Her lips had parted soundlessly when she saw what the monsters were. Their fangs glistened in the moonlight, and she gasped at how handsome some of them were. When they had circled her, like vultures circling their prey, she had realized that their attractiveness was barren in so many ways. It had made her feel empty and inadequate, and in some ways, it still reminded her of the love that she had had with him.
They had all drank from her. The first to do so, she could barely remember any of others now by specific traits, had struck like a snake, removing her from her manacle of a bush and seizing her throat, making sure that she had been standing. He had been rough and fed the most as any leader of a pack would. His lips had moved against her skin, and she remembered shivering at the feeling of her neck being pierced.
Blood had sprayed in fountains. It had splashed over the other Night Creatures, staining parts of their clothes a shocking red. Crimson drops had trickled down the leader’s face and her neck to the ground. The packed dirt had greedily absorbed the blood, but not quickly enough. The air had smelled like copper, a sharp piquant flavor that teased the other vampires’ appetites, getting them ready for her.
She had screamed in pain at first, but as more blood was drained, her knees buckled and she fell; the rest was just a blur.
As she sat here in the corner of her town’s only bar, The Wolf’s Den, months after the attack, she watched him spend their savings on an impromptu pool tournament. She now knew why no one had come for her that night. He had never admitted to his mistake; thinking that she had been already dead, he had never sent the militia, thereby sidestepping the fine. She felt her anger boil inside her, more than even when she had found out that her attackers had turned her, making her one of them.
She was now a monster, an animal among men. She couldn’t even bare to look at herself anymore. And the bloodlust. She didn’t know how much longer she could resist. Every time she was next to a human, she wanted to grab it and pull it closer to her, but she couldn’t. Her sense of morality, one of the few reminders of her previous life, stopped her. She had been living off rats in the sewers for the past few months, and she knew it was driving her insane. The rats made her feel dirty and sick, and she wanted something more… sweet. She knew that she couldn’t hold out much longer, soon she would need to taste something other than animals within her reach. Up until last week, she had been dirty, unkempt, smelling of pig and rat, and speaking to herself all the time on the streets.
Then she had gotten word of him living his life while hers wasted away. For the last few months, she had been pondering the thought of staking herself, ending her newfound life, but the news of his happiness deterred her in an explainable way. She couldn’t stand it. She had always been such a fine, upstanding citizen; she didn’t deserve this. But he did. He had left, when he could have easily saved her! She would never have left him.
Her eyes followed his every move at the pool table. He was good at the game and so he was winning. A blonde waitress slinked up to him, handing him a drink and caressing his hair. She probably knew how rich he was getting off her savings! Unlucky for him, she would be taking that money as soon as she could get her hands on him.
When he had finally left the bar that night, she followed him a few blocks away. He had darted a glance behind him, but he couldn’t see her. Her new abilities helped her gracefully blend in, and she appreciated it at a time like this. Getting closer, she grabbed his collar, and turned him around to face her.
Recognition flooded his eyes, and he tried to step backwards when she leaned forward, panic pounding in his mind. He couldn’t believe it: she was alive, and she had fangs! She struck and twin points of pain pierced his neck. Drops trickled down his neck, and he tried to get away. He couldn’t believe she was back, and he knew for what he did, he deserved this. But that didn’t mean he would accept it; survival was for the callous and cowardly. He tried to rip himself away from her.
But now, she was stronger; she had control. She jammed him against the building’s wall with terrifying power. Running her fingers through his hair, she felt him shiver, and it ran a sense of satisfaction through her. She deserved this. Holding on to him, she shook him, leaving him confused and disoriented, so she could sink her teeth into his neck. He thrashed, and she bit harder.
She had to admit that she was surprised. Although the feeling of hate had only overtaken her seconds before, the taste of his blood left nothing to be desired and she felt grateful to him. She could feel the energy drain out of him and revitalize her. She guzzled his blood, wanting more with each swallow. She withdrew for a moment to catch her breath and savor the taste. How could she have last this long without human blood? She leaned forward again, the scent of his blood, pulsing just below the skin of his neck, arousing her. She could feel her fangs lengthening once again, and she sank them into another location, enjoying the thrust into his skin. The sweetness of the blood washed over her tongue and poured down her throat, and the sense of revenge was finally feeling fulfilled. She relished in his fear, and she knew that if a man as horrible as him could taste so wonderful, what was the rest of mankind like? Finally, she pocketed the money and discarded his body: a man she had loved in her past life, now a dead, dry husk of a human. From now on, she knew that she would no longer doubt her purpose in this rebirth.
Life was a neck, and she planned to spend her immortality drinking deeply.
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