vampire in wilderness

1.

in pure silence the thing moved about the room, not truly there but not imagined even if you wish that it was. you were making a point, you remembered, a point about being too young and too unimportant to die, no one will come looking or pay for your return, there is no reason to take you. youre nobody.
but that only seemed to make the glistening eyes shine brighter with ecxitment.
- what even are you? if im goint to die here tonight i at least deserve to know by whose hands!
the creature stopped. you expected someething violant, a sharp movement, maybe even pain but it only turned to you with a playful grin and leaned forward and as if it never moved at all it was suddenly so very close to your face, you could see the features of a beautiful woman, full lips, high cheekbones, gray/green eyes sparkling in the dark room. you knew that face, youve known that face for years.
- nothing you cant handle dear.
the sounds almost surprised you, you expected a growl to fit the sharp movements and cat like agility and silence.
- i only wish you were here by your own choice instead. this situation is... unfortunate.
her face was gone as quickly as it appeared and suddenly she was on the other side of the room again, rummaging through some chest and very carefully putting things aside on the wooden table that took up a significant portion of the rooom.
- Estrid? what... what are you? who the hell are you? and what the hell is going on here? is this some sort of prank?
- a prank? why would i prank you? i am giving you a gift. something that changed my life a long time ago and i believe will change yours too in many surprising ways, now be a dear and stop squirming.
she looked darker, almost like she sucked all the light out of the room even though there were candles lit. a sense of power eminated from her and flowed in waves, and as she looked at you, you saw a deep, almost sensual, hunger in her eyes. something wasnt right with her, youve knowwn her for years, always the odd lady no one really talked to, alone in her cabin at the edge of the village, no kin no husband and no other relative. you used to pity her and think she must be so lonely and sad all alone in this world, maybe a little like you. alone and afraid of what will happen next and how youll make it through another winter. but now al those seemed almost stupid, to fear for that.. thing, to think she is somehow like you.
- what are you going to do to me?
your voice shook, scared to hear what will come next.
- i already told you, i have a gift for you, now be quiet while i find it
she sounded almost iratated all of a sudden, like something was off, her confidance flickered.
- where the hell is that thing, i swear i put itt here somewhere..
she muttered to herself, still searching through the metal chest and putting things aside on the table. many flasks and purses and even a short dagger with a bright red jewel on its hilt.-oh damn it all.. ill be back in a minute dear, sit tight, and dont go around doing anything i wont do.
her voice dripped with poison and annoyance.
and then in a split second she was gone. the candles flickered and the one by the ladder went out but somehow the room seemed much more lit now and you could make sense of where you were sitting, or more presicely, where you were tied to.
the room was made of stone, cold damp and dark with no windows, it felt like you were underground, which would also explain the fact that there was no door in sight, only a ladder and a wooden hatch on the ceiling. aside from the chest and table there were shelves filled with strange things, vials and potions, many jars fillet with different liquids of various colors and jars of dry leaves and strange shrunken bits of what seemed to be animal parts and berries. in the corner was a strange looking table in the shape of an octagon with a strange inscription on it in some strange language that seemed almost Runicier in origin but you couldnt tell, youve never been to that part of the world and knew very little of it, only that it was filled with vast empty lands or freezing cold winds and wild forest.
you took a second to feel your body, you were ok, at least physically, and aside from having sore knuckles where the rope rubbed your flesh there was no pain anywhere which was good, at least for now. you were tied to a rough wooden chair near the back stone wall of the basement and you felt the cold stone chill your hands. you tried to wiggle a little, to feel how tight the rope was and flinched as the cold stones touched you. the rope felt tight and did not give any room to wiggle but you were determined to move somehow. a wave of fear washed over you as you heard the a voice from above, it sounded like something was being torn to shreds, like that.. thing was rippping something up, something that shouldnt be easily torn apart.
what could you possibly do but sit still? nothing you do can never be enough, you cannot out run her, you cannot win in a fight against her, all you can do is wait and try to talk some sense into her annd hope to all the gods that she will listen.

waking up felt like a dream. the only thing i felt was that i was cold, but cold in a way ive never felt before in my life. i was not shaking altough i knew it was cold enough to freeze me to death, i was not afraid of the cold or uncomfortable, it felt almost natural to be in it, to feel it all around me. but i was not effected by it, i was numb in a very strange way. feeling it around by body but not inside it, it was almost like i was submerjed in water and felt the waves without getting wet. like there was a layer between me and the outside and everything was fine.
i opened my eyes to bright white all around me.
mountains of snow and half burried trees surrounded me and white mountains in the distance. all white, all cold and nothing and no one else around.
strange.
i did not know how i got there, only that i wasnt supposed to be there.

slowly but with suprisingly little effort i brought myself to sit,a layer of white fell off my chest and arms as i did so, leaving me to look at my naked self under the snow. pale and skinny, my breast somehow larger than they were before and my skin paler thab i remembered it ever being. you would expect to see my fingers purple and frost bit but as i examined my hands and feet i was amazed to see them plump and pale just like the rest of me, somehow that scared me in that moment, i felt.. unatural, like this was a strange dream that i was somehow stuck in, but it felt too realistic to really be one so i was left with no explanation as to why i was there, waking up in the wilderness, naked and completely fine after being burried in a pile of snow for who knows how long.
breathing in the air was strange, somehow richer, more complex. i could almost taste my surrounding. the trees all around me, the deep intoxicating scent of pine and maple, the scent of mushoroms somehow, earthy and lovely mushrooms peeking out of the ground but hidden by snow. i swore that i could also smell a thicker scent, beefie, delicious. something larger but further away. a scent ive never smelled before. thick, rich, red.
i shhook myself from that thought. it scared me somehow, besides, i had more urgent things to worry about like finding out what the hell happened to me and where i was, and also why the hell i was naked.
lifting myself from the ground, i scanned the surrounding area, searching for any clue or sign for my belongings, but there was nothing there, only trees and snow. the day was ending slowly and the winter sun was hiding behind many clouds in the sky, there would be no more than two hours of sun left. i had to move.
for some time all i did was walk, barefoot and naked through the rough terrain. walk and search for any sign of life. i was feeling slow and almost heavy, my bones felt weak and frail and my body screamed for something that i could not put my finger on, maybe water or food, i didnt know how long i was under that snow or how long it has been since i last ate. around sunset i decided to find something to eat, and very soon after i smelled a bush of winter berries. i was so weak that i couldnt even question my nose or why i was able to smell a bush and i simply charged towards it.
a very full bush of berries was covered in a tiny bit of snow, almost completely hidden and therfor untouched by critters. i grabbed a handful of berries and tossed them into my mouth, i loved winter berries, sweet and tingly on your tongue.
a lovely meal, that should satisfy for a bit i thought to myself and prepared myself to move on and keep walking, i wasnt tired yet and believed that the berries would allow me to keep walking for a bit more, so i marched on, tired and aching but determined to find somewhere safe to figure out what happened.