Theme : Welcome, Death!
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Once I catch my breath I check the wound on my neck and feel the punctures already closed. Impossible! How in the world did that happen? An image flashes back to me biting that man and drinking his blood like a lunatic, but I shake it off as desperation to live.
Slowly I stand carefully keeping most of my weight off my ankle. It’s time to get out of here before he makes on his promise.
Once on my feet I feel it. My heart thumps hard against my chest. I clutch it in an attempt to calm it when it happens again. This time I actually feel my heart against the palm of my hand. The pain is unnatural; almost otherworldly bringing me to my knees. What's happening to me? I squeeze my eyes shut fighting it off. In seconds it stops and I let out a sigh of relief.
Gathering courage I stand once more but my heart isn't having that. A mean angry thud rocks my whole body hard causing me to collapse on the ground without a chance to stop myself. An unfamiliar heat begins to course through me. Sweat beads every inch of my skin as if a fire is inside working its way out.
I rip my shirt off and wiggle out of my pants to cool down only it doesn't help. My heart pounds again this time, if possible, even harder than the last. I can see the outline of it against my chest. My eyes widened in awe at the unexplainable occurrence happening.
The burning rises to an unbearable level as I scream and wither on the ground. My veins feel like molten lava is pooling within them instead of blood. They pulse so hard the blue veins are pressed under my skin as if trying to escape me.
I scream in pure agony seeing the blue veins covering my body burning me from the inside out. It hurts so bad I start to pray for it to just all stop.
But it doesn't.
For hours I lay there crying, screaming and worst of all burning.
The morning sun peaks in the small window adding light to my hell.
All night I have been here and no one has heard my cries of help. A sense of hopelessness washed over me at that moment. I'm going to die here this I know now. Every minute my heart beats slower and every second I realize my slow death is near. The burning hasn’t stopped but after being in pain for hours upon hours my mind finally checked out.
The worst part is the pain takes me to the edge of unconsciousness but never lets me fall over. I can still feel my body however I can't move it. So here I lay staring longingly at the window awaiting death…
Just when I began to think the burning was the worst of it new pang strikes. A sharp bolt shoots from my head and expands my entire body causing me to arch from the ground. My tired voice finds itself and screams leave me in great force. My hands instinctively grasp my head when it begins to pound. Fresh tears spring from my eyes when my scalp starts burning. I pull my hands away and shout in horror at the sight of my hair in them.
All my hair is falling out!
No please this can't be happening!
When I touch my head again the bald spots beneath my fingertips give me the answer I don't want.
Why the hell did I bite him! I'm so stupid! The pain I'm in has to be a side effect of drinking foreign blood. My inner thoughts seize when my skin starts to rip and stretch. I look down at my skin expecting to see it ripped opened and blood everywhere, but it’s still just covered in sickly veins. My burning insides twist and knot literally giving me the image of them being reshaped and pulled apart.
The pain became horrific and unbearable. My body reacted by lashing out and convulsing wildly. Even if I tried I would be helpless to stop the tremors. My voice was screaming so loudly I barely recognized but when I did I realized I was begging for death.
He was right.
This is the worst experience of my life and I can no longer bare it. With a thrashing body I curse the heavens begging death to end my suffering. My pleas must fall on death ears
My eyes blur losing sight when thick heavy tears escape them. Thick tears?
My body slows its thrashing long enough for me to acknowledge the burning in my eyes. I blink rapidly to clear them but it doesn’t work. Instead I use shaky hands to wipe them clean. The substance leaking is thick and sticky. I blink harder forcing myself to see anything and slowly I see the outline of my hand...
then fingers...
...and finally the black tar like substance coating them.
I open my mouth to shriek but all of a sudden my throat closes up. My hands instinctively fly to my neck clutching it. My windpipe crushes beneath them; blood spluttering from my mouth. My body thrashes against the floor with the increasing agony.
This is the final stage. I can feel it near now.
Death…That cold heartless b*tch
The cool stillness of the room does little to ease my scorching flesh.
My body goes completely still; I lay paralyzed taking short erratic breathes.
My head lolls to the side. Blood and teeth drip out from my open lips.
I can't cry... my blind eyes leak tar.
I can't scream... my pipes are crushed.
My hair and teeth have fallen out.
My body is burning alive from the inside.
Damn dying hurts
This feeling is worse than any death. I always imagine death to be quick and easy. Of course the fat ugly loser that I am couldn't even get that right. So here I lay alone, cold but burning patiently waiting for death to make his arrival. I wonder if death is a man or woman; a bitch or a bastard? Maybe it’s neither. Hell it could just be an entity that just get kicks out watching lives end. And what a horrible end I met.
My heart bangs one last rib splitting time sending a lightning bolt of pain through my body effectively ending my tortured life.
Last thought….................................
..........................................................Goodbye Jace….................
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📀Disk 2
Sub Theme : A New Vamp Emerges
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Marcos Pov
Marcos was still fuming with anger from the events two days ago. For once in the last fifty years he decided to hunt instead of using feeders. He had it all planned out. Perfect isolated spot, beautiful girl, it should have been easy as breathing. That was until that stupid girl interrupted. If it’s one thing vampires hate its being interrupted during a feeding. To add insult to injury when he went to drain her life she bit him! The audacity! The rage inside him began to boil up again and he slammed his fist against the oak wood desk effectively splitting it in half. Great now the desk needs to be replaced.
He stood from his broken desk and paced his large office, thoughts turning back to the fat girl. There were two questions that swarmed his head like angry hornets. First why was her blood so sweet? Most humans’ blood is sweet to a vampire but hers however seemed different more rejuvenating. There was a power it but not from a line of witches of course. Witches and their filthy spells and foolish craft; hundreds of years ago they “blessed” as they call it their bloodlines repelling vampires from their blood. That fact alone ruled out her being a witch. But he couldn’t shake the feeling something about her blood was different. It fascinated him.
The second question ruling him was how on earth did she know to take his blood and start the transition? At first he wanted to chop it up to survival instinct but her actions combined with the taste of her blood put him on alert.
“Master I’m here for your afternoon feeding” Marcos whips his head in the direction of the small voice. There at the entrance of his office is a battered weak human woman. She was short and scrawny, her hair was dark blonde and unruly. He clothes were mere rags worn and dirty. He shivered in disgust as he approached one of slaves. He couldn’t bother to remember her name she was after all merely a meal to him.
He watched her for a moment. Taking in her timid stance and hung head. If he had a heart he might actually pity her. IF being the key word. Before she even took her next erratic breathe he swiftly lifted her by her neck sinking his awaiting fangs into it. He took all he could take without killing her before dropping her lifeless body to the ground.
Damn. He’s going to have to do something about strengthening his slaves. The blood loss is weakening them to the point of fainting. He stepped over her unconscious body leaving her on his office floor. He had more important matters to attend. The plan was to go see how the change is coming along with girl. At this point she should be suffering good and well. A smile crept on his face thinking of the pain she’s enduring. Serves her right stealing from him. In all his 500 years such a thing hadn’t occurred.
“Guards!” he yelled over the walkie to speak to them all at once. “Prepare the manor for my leave. This time Seb and Talon will accompany me. Report to the main doors at once.” He ended with authority. Several ‘yes masters’ were heard in response.
Shortly after, he and two of his best guards were off to the measly town the girl was left in. He had to get some answers and if it turns out that she isn’t of any use to him well he’ll simply enjoy the show of Seb and Talon killing her. Seb is still human so the feeding would be from Talon and himself. Although if her change is complete her blood won't be as sweet being tainted by immortality and all.
By nightfall they had arrived to the small town. The three of them stood like shadows in the night around the abandoned house. Marcos inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of death that clung to the air around it. With a brief nod he signals the others that it was time to check on the girl that puzzles him. Without a sound they enter the torn down house and descended the stairs to the foul smelling basement where he left her.
The first sight is the days old dead body of his first kill. He glazed over her body remembering how he met her leaving a bar. She was angry about something but after a few kind words and vampire allure she was more than willing to follow him anywhere. So it was to her death he lead her.
“Master look” Talon’s request brings him out of his memory as his eyes land on the reason he came back to this retched place. Lying on the floor in a state of paralysis is the fat girl. Only she isn’t fat anymore. She is in the final stage of transition. The healing stage.
Transformation from human to vampire is the most excruciating unbearable pain one could ever feel. You lose all sense of time and self during. Some beg for death and others have been known to rip out their own hearts, preferring to kill themselves then bare the pain any longer. Marcos barely survived his own 500 years ago so imagine his surprise that this young girl before him transition is nearly complete.
Her body is unmoving and her clothes are thrown about the room, only a white tasteless bra and underwear remain. Right before their eyes the blue veins coating her body began their descent back.
The once large girl was now a very well-toned one instead. Her pale skin was flawless; her new body shape perfection. The bald head she had started changing as well. Slowly but gracefully hair as black as the night sky sprouted from her scalp flowing around her beautifully all the way to her chest.
Her skin creamy, lips blood red, perfectly curled long dark lashes overall turning her into the most stunning looking vampire he had ever seen. By the shock and lust filled faces of his men he could tell they were thinking the same of her.
“Stop staring! And one of you check her eyes!” Marcos ordered slightly irritated by their reaction to her as much as his own.
Talon still stared while Seb sprang into action quickly kneeling beside her still form and prying one of her eyes open. He gasped in shock and jumped back as if he’d been burned. Marcos and Talon instinctively took a step closer confused by his actions. Seb looked back at the both of them eyes mixed with shock, confusion and awe.
“What is it Seb?” Talon asked. Seb opened and closed his mouth a few times at a loss for words.
“Out with it Seb are her eyes black or red!” Marcos demanded.
He didn’t understand his usual behavior he had been around vampires his whole life so their eyes should be the least he has to fear. At this point Marcos didn’t care his reason he just wanted to know how powerful she will be. With new vampires it’s all in the eyes. Black eyes are typical, normal so to speak for vamps, however anyone in the royal family are born with red eyes, distinguishing their immense power from others. Although she is a turned Marcos had a nagging suspicion somehow she could be connected with the royals he loathed.
“Enough of this” Talon stated pushing Seb out the way to have a look at her himself. Similar to Seb he pried open her eye. The pupil that he saw took his breathe away. No, it can’t be its impossible!
He locked eyes with his master silently asking him to look at her. Marcos walked over slowly to look at the eye Talon still held open. All three men stared in utter disbelief at the bright blue eye with spots of moving gold specks in the center. No one said a word as Talon continued to hold it open. The silence around them was deafening as they all thought about the impossible occurrence before them.
Talon however had enough. The questions swarming his mind about this girl needed to be answered. He gently let her go and stood back up exchanging looks with the other men. Marcos is his master but he and Talon have more of a friendship type relationship meaning Talon is one of the only people who can question him without having his throat ripped out.
Theme : A Strange Mystery..“Marcos? What is she?” Talon had to ask the question on all their minds. He and Seb watched as Marcos paced the room dragging his hands roughly through his hair. This can’t be right. Marcos thought over and over again. Never had a vampire had any other colored eyes except red and black. He was trying to remember old legends of the first vampires but his mind was coming up blank.Damn! Now what? He could ask around to other vamps but if she is as powerful as he thinks she will be, he would rather keep her his little secret. Yes, Yes! He thought as an idea began to form. He can research her and study her all the while train her to help him destroy the royal family that exiled him. He stopped his pacing and turned back to the men grinning like a Cheshire cat.“Grab the girl; let’s go I have a plan.” With that Marcos turned leaving the room so quickly if you didn’t know what he was you would have thought him a magici
Theme : Mixed Feelings (1)..Slowly I turn on my heel. Coming face to face with a menacing looking man. His long dark hair reaches his shoulders and his all black attire triggers something in my memory. I get a mental image of something but it's too blurry.A sharp pain shoots through my head. I grab it to steady myself; closing my eyes in deep calming breathes. Something about this man seems familiar. It's like my mind wants me to know something but I'm not letting go.I raise my head to look at the man again. He is staring directly at me with this frightening smile on his face. Deja vu hits me like a ton of bricks. This has happened before. But when? I shake my head to clear the jumble thoughts when he speaks"Hello again fat one" his voice freezes the air in my lungs.The roaring in my ears is deafening. That voice I know that voice.... Suddenly a collage of images attacked my mind. The suddenness of it all brought me to my k
Theme : Sample.."You hate all vampires" it's not a question but he nods none the less.So that's why he didn't kiss me and is now looking at me like the gum beneath his shoe. I would like to know why he hates them so much but obviously spends a lot of time with them but I don't dare ask. Mr. mood swing just might hit me if I do. Our stare match ends as he turns to leave the room. Just before exiting he calls back over his shoulder"Marie is a good girl. The only person I care about so don't hurt her or else." his voice is hard and serious. I open my mouth to retort but he doesn't give me chance as he leaves slamming the door behind him. I was left standing in an empty room stunned, confused, upset and I dare I say a little jealous.~~~Once I regained my focus I stripped my night gown deciding a shower was long overdue. Passing the built on mirror I freeze; turning slowly to fully view the new girl in my reflection.
Theme : A Dangerous Ability..Seb walked away and was now leaning against the far wall of the room. Geez he’s so moody it’s annoying but at the moment I can’t focus on that. Choosing instead to listen to Talon teach me about vampires“So you brought me here to tell me about vampires?” I asked looking around the empty room again“No. I brought you here to kick your ass until you show me your ability.” He stated simply.Wait, what?!Before I had a chance to ask another question Talon swept by me in a flash. He was so quick I didn’t see him until it was too late; in the same move I used earlier he kicked my feet from underneath me effectively knocking me on my back. I jumped up quickly but he was on me, knocking me back down again and again“Come on doll face thought you had more fight in you!” Talon teased seconds before kicking me in the stomach. I flew
Theme : Looking For Answers..“Hello party people” He greets in welcoming tone unlike his usual sarcastic one.I’m not buying it. Seb said I almost killed him and I don’t know Talon that well but I know him well enough to know he’s pissed about it. Shouldn’t he be trying to rip my throat out?“What’s the catch?” I ask getting straight to the point. He grins and pulls a black dress bag from behind his back handing it to me. Is this a trick? I think staring at the bag“It’s a peace offering. Let’s leave our little fight in the past. And as a token of good faith I got this for you to wear when I take you to the pit tonight” Talon says still holding out the bag. Slowly I take it from him a little curious to see the dress. What? I’ve been fat most of my life I never got to wear a dress.“What’s the pit?” I ask absentmindedly unzipping the bag“Seb will explain. Be ready in one hour” Talon replies before leaving the room just as
His antics reminder me so much of Marcos, ugh both these assholes need to die.My head is still swimming but I think my body is getting stronger. I don’t move because I want Talon to think he has the upper hand. The cheater couldn’t even fight me fair. The way he’s talking I know I bruised that big ego of his with my ability.Acting quickly, I use the little bit of clarity I have and hurriedly snatch up my clutch. Not seeing any other option I throw my body into the glass wall. Glass shatters all around me as I fall to the dance floor below. People scream and scurry away. I land like a cat and immediately insert myself into the fleeing mob.Three huge bouncers grab me before I’m close to the exit. I drop my clutch and rapidly stomp on it. Please let me have hit that panic button.I don’t put up much of a struggle as the men drag me back into the almost empty club. The alcohol or drugs still has me off so I’m choosing to save my last bits
Theme : ESCAPESub Theme : Birthdays & Memories.."Stop there demon!" One man shouted at me holding his hand out in a stopping motion. Is he serious? This is my room. I take a slow step forward. The guy probably in his forties with a receding hairline immediately aimed his gun at my chest"I said stop demon!" He yelled angrily with droplets of spit flying from his mouth. Gross"Demon?" I question. The other guard pulls a cross from underneath his vest gripping it tightly. You have to be kidding me? This is just ridiculous! Where is Marcos finding these people? And if they think I'm the demon then they have no clue who their working for."This is my room. I would like to go inside now. So I'm asking you nicely to move out of my way" I end staring into the fearful eyes of the younger guard. He quickly jumps from in front on the door; his balding partner however does not. The older man uses one hand to shuffle in his pocket and
Theme : ESCAPED..Seb stands to leave but I grab his hand to stop him. I stare into his eyes for a moment building up courage to say the words that will change everything between us. Somehow they won't come out. He watches me patiently waiting but still nothing comes out of my mouth.Do something Ana! Come on!Acting before I can clearly think this through, I grasped his face between my hands and crashed his lips to mine. For two years I daydreamed about this moment. I can honestly say my imagination doesn't do it justice. His lips are full and soft. He tastes so sweet all I can think about is more.Seb surprised me by wrapping his arms around my body pressing me against him. God his warm, hard bod feels so damn good on me. Red hot desire engulfs my entire body. I want him in a way I've never wanted him before. I need to get out of this dress!Seb pushed his tongue in my mouth. I lost it. His hot tongue dancing with mine had my