In Memoriam part 3

Slowly I'm being pulled out of darkness. Light flashes every so often. I need to go to the light. I reach out but I can't seem to grasp it. I hear distant voices. I can't seem to get out of this darkness. I hear his voice "I'm here" I call out "please help me". I feel the tingling sensation on my hand. It fills me with warmth. I'm able to move. I can grab the light, It's at my fingertips. I'm so close I can't taste it. 

With a jolt and large intake of air, my eyes fly open. Everything is vibrant. The colour is like nothing I've seen before. I look down at my hand. My skin is so pale. I sit up far too quickly that my vision blurs. When my eyes adjust and he is there, face to face with me. His eyes are black but glimmer back at me. A smirk plays on his beautiful lips. I can't look away.

"Hmm, didn't expect you to rise so soon love". I touch his face. I feel like I'm in a dream. "How long was I sleeping?" The enchanting gravelly chuckle is back and I remember the events that led me here "You, you hurt me?" I'm not afraid though, why is that? Every second that passes I feel stronger. "Technically, I killed you. I'm impressed, usually it takes up to ten years for a transition. It's only been a year". 

His thumb traces my bottom lip and he licks his "I'm dead? So this isn't real? Is this heaven?" He lifts me off a stone alter, I appear to be displayed on. I look forward and see an abundance of beautiful people staring and bowing their perfect heads at me. "Ha Heaven, what a notion, No love, you are very much still on earth" I notice I'm naked as he drapes a cloak over my shoulders. 

We walk through the adoring crowd into a room, a closet. I've never seen so many dresses and beautiful patterned silk in my life. My life? why can't I remember?

In front of us is a large mirror. He positions himself behind me removing the cloak. I'm in awe of my reflection. I step closer. My hair is long and as white as snow, with a black streak near my face, flowing down the waves to my waist. My eyes are violet. My skin, luminous and as pale as the moon. 

His fingers skim my collarbone, leaving a flutter of sparks as he moves my hair to hang down my back. I see it. two black puncture scars with beautiful and intricate black vines, with flowers and what looks like ivy leaves. It trails from the punctures down my side and over my new and improved curves. It weaves around my leg like a snake and stops on my foot. 

"It's beautiful, what is it?" I see his reflection admiring me, placing a hand on my shoulder. He leans down beside my ear. "The mark of a Queen. My mark to give. My gift to you and you are my gift. Mine and mine alone." He goes to remove his hand from me but my body won't allow it. The vines on my skin start dancing and growing upward. It feels sharp, like it's cutting me. The pain is strong but somehow I'm not affected by it. It crawls up my chest to my shoulder and up his hand. 

His eyes flash and he pushes me forward with a hiss. I slam into the mirror. It cracks with the impact. I slide to the floor. "My love, it appears it does not want me to leave" He laughs but I'm shocked at the force in which I collided with the glass. He holds his hand out to me to and I accept placing my hand in his. He lifts me up. "I apologise, I did not intend to hurt you. I was surprised by the marks grip. It likes me" 

He flashes his pearly white smile at me. He walks to the door and knocks 3 times. Two women enter bowing their heads. One of them reaches out and gently trails her fingers down his arm "Master, what can I do for you?" She asks batting her beautiful thick lashes at him. Before he can respond, I move so fast towards them I collide with the wall. I bring my palm to my forehead. I'm so dizzy. My other hand seems to be crushing something soft, warm and wet.

I open my eyes and see the woman that threw herself at him, fall to floor with a hole in her chest. I look down to my hand. "Aaaahhh" I scream, noticing her crushed heart in my hand. I drop it on the floor and rush to his arms. He holds me close and laughs "Jealous?" What the hell is happening to me? Was I always like this? I look around and notice the other woman shaking with fear.

"Turn and face the wall" he barks at the cowering woman. He let's out a sigh. Lifting me up, my legs wrap around his waist on instinct. He pins me against the wall and our lips collide. My hands slide down his shirt. I was too lost in him to notice, my nails turned to claws. His shirt lay beneath us in shreds. I grind myself against his hard length. He grins against my lips and slams himself inside me with such force, the stone wall behind me cracks,.

Debris and dust explode around us. My eyes slam shut with his earth shattering thrusts, or should we say stone shattering. "Look at me whilst I fuck you" he groans sending electric shocks all over my skin. Every stroke within me, every touch brings me closer to release. "Feed, I'll show you how" he breathes out. Grazing his fangs along my skin, plunging them in my shoulder. 

I come undone, writhing with the sharp blissful pain. My lips caress his neck and my canines extract almost piercing my tongue. Like his skin is a magnetic, my fangs graze along until they hover above a vain. Instinct takes over, I bite down and take a long slow pull of his sweet wine like blood. The air around us is humming with delight. I feel what his hands feel aswell as the feeling of him under mine. I can feel what he does, as if I'm in his body. I feel my walls around him. Tight, slick, warm and wet. In this moment we are one being. 

I'm almost crying with the pure unimaginable pleasure. His moans tell me that he is too. Flashes of images and words appear in my mind. I'm watching some of his memories through his eyes. His hold on my waist tightens as he brings us both to climax. Breathing heavily our foreheads rest against one anothers. Admiring the snakes like slits in his eyes. Holding each other close in our come down.

"I know what I am, I know everything except, who I was before you. That was amazing, did your blood tell me?" He just gives me a knowing smile as my feet touch the ground. He adjusts himself back in his trousers, walking towards the cowering woman facing the wall. I forgot about her.

"Janice, bathe and dress her" He turns to me and places a kiss on my forehead "You'll know where to find me" He walks to the door winking at me as he is about to leave. "M-mmaster, wha-what should we do about Emily?" The cowering woman points to the bloodied body on the ground.

He snaps his gaze to her. The air thickens with his annoyance "Deal with it witch" he spits "Master forgive me but there are laws against killing without cause, I fear for the lady" He knocks the door 4 times a gaurd enters the room and does not meet my gaze. "Clean this up, as for the QUEEN, her grace is above the law. However, she has just cause" A wicked grin flashes on his face and his eyes snap to me. I shudder under his gaze. "Emily, touched what belongs to her" with that he leaves. The guard slings the limp body over his shoulder bows and exits.

In a room adjoined to the large closet. I am laying in the largest bath I've ever seen, it's built into the floor and is made of white marble. It's large enough to fit 10, I'd guess. The water is like milk with oils. Beautiful petals and candles float on the surface. Janice is sitting beside me on the edge of the bath, Brushing my hair. I notice a large cuff with symbols around her wrist. 

"What is that?" I point at the cuff. She grumbles "It's a witch trap, it stops my magic, the master forbids us to use it without his approval" she looks down almost mournfully. I touch the cuff and it breaks apart under it. The witches eyes grow wide "How? Thank you, your majesty. I feel whole again" I look up at her "I guess, I'm your mistress now" I shrug.

I'm back in front of the large mirror. Janice fixed the cracks with a wave of her hand. I'm dressed in a deep red gown that exposes the top of my bust and the sleeves hang down off my shoulders, The cuff is long and wide with an intricate golden design. Janice is braiding my long white hair. It falls over my right shoulder, dangling down to my waist. My mark on my left side on show. 

I sigh at the sight. "Mistress, what troubles you?" My hand follows down the long braid, admiring the black streak weaving through it. "I just don't feel right at the sight of myself. My image is striking. It just feels wrong" Janice moves to face me "Ah I see, It will be the remnants of your human side, Tell me what you looked like before your change?" I think to myself but nothing comes. I can't remember, but as I was about to give up and accept this foreign form. I see his memory of me upon our first encounter. I look so small and fragile.

"I cannot remember but the masters blood graced me with a memory. My hair was dark and my eyes were green, almost emerald". Janice closes her eyes. Her hand sweeps over my eyes then down my hair. As her hand passes over me, my hair darkens. Leaving the once black streak pure white, weaving through the braid. My eyes blink open, a beautiful green colour. I am content with the image staring back at me. "Better? You won't remember who you were, I guess the change took over you quicker than most" I smile at her and nod that I'm ready. Strange, I don't even remember my name. 

We walk through the wide hall, different people are scattered around and clearing a path for me. Bowing their heads. I nod and smile as I pass, seems the appropriate thing to do. I'm followed by an entourage of guards in plain black armour. Their faces hidden by helmets. The clanking and clattering is ringing in my ears. It's just so loud. I can't concentrate.

I turn and raise my hand in a gesture to stop them, but they are thrown into the distance, landing in a heap of metal. For a moment I'm shocked at what happened and feeling a little guilty, until I hear a laugh. The beautiful deep gravelly laugh. I feel a tingling and pull in my chest. As if I'm attached to a string being reeled to him. He bows before me, His white locks cascade and fall in front of him, as he kisses my hand.

"Our queen is coming into her gifts". He leads me to large black double doors an imposing sight. A man in robes appears "Your highness, place your hand upon the wood" I place my palm on the door. A bolt of power surges from my fingertips. Vines erupt beneath them. Dancing and swirling in the most enchanting patterns, carving themselves in the wood. 

The doors fly open and the vines and flowers continue to flow and carve the stone walls. The display of vines end on the black throne on the far side of the massive hall. People within gasp and cheer. Clapping and bowing as I walk with the master and take my seat upon the throne. The robed man stands and addresses the crowd. "YOUR QUEEN" he bellows and the crowd erupt "Long may she reign"

A large goblet is passed among them. All their fangs come out and one by one they bite down on their wrists. Each pouring their blood in it. He still has my hand in his. Standing by my throne at the right side. "Vines and flowers. Makes sense. You've certainly blossomed with the change" . I look up at his face but his mouth isn't moving. The smirk returns "I'm your maker, I can talk to you telepathically"  His voice echoing in my mind. Fills me with desire and love? Tele-what-now? "You'll get used to me in your mind, I hope to hear you in mine". I smile up at him.

The goblet is passed to him and he holds it to me. "With this offering, you pledge your allegiance to your queen"  The robed man calls out to the crowd. I'm holding the goblet in my hands staring at the dark red liquid. Its so dark it's almost black. "drink my love" I follow the instructions in my mind and gulp down every last drop. Like an explosion in my brain of memories, voices, words, colours and shapes. I feel connected to the crowd and they feel connected to me. Everyone is clapping and cheering. 

He takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. His back to the crowd, he licks the blood off of my lip. "lips as red as roses. Hmm I like that. My love, my rose" He bows and kisses my left hand. His hand slowly sliding off of mine. My mark moves slicing down my arm and hand to reach him. The pain is bearable and I don't flinch. He laughs, then just like that he leaves. 

Little did I know then, that I wouldn't see him for 80 years