To Love A Tribrid

Bound By Darkness

Being a senior in high school Anastacia was glad she didn't have to stay the full day. She knew it would be even harder to focus now. She packed her book bag and headed for the exit. She needed to see Daemon , to ask him why her of all people. As she walked through the crowded hallways, her heart raced with anticipation and a tinge of fear. She had never been one to confront anyone, let alone someone as mysterious and enigmatic as Daemon.

Anastacia had always been the quiet one, the girl who preferred the company of books and her own thoughts over social interactions. She had never been the center of attention, always fading into the background. But now, with the weight of this secret knowledge on her shoulders, she felt a newfound strength within herself. She couldn't let fear hold her back anymore.

She walked home well speed walked home. She prayed he'd answer her in the mirror again when she called out. She knew he didn't want to harm her all she really wanted to know was why her...what made her so interesting to him. As Anastacia entered her room, she closed the door behind her and took a deep breath. She moved towards the mirror that sat atop her dresser, her heart pounding with anticipation.

"Daemon, are you there?" Anastacia whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of trepidation and curiosity. She stared into the mirror, her eyes searching for any sign of movement or response. Seconds stretched into minutes, and just as she was about to give up hope, a faint glow emanated from the surface of the mirror.

A voice, deep and resonant, filled the room. "Anastacia ...What brings you to me today?" Daemon asked almost as if he already knew.
She had always felt like an insignificant speck in the grand scheme of things, but now, she was being acknowledged by a powerful being from another realm. Gathering her courage, she replied, "I have so many questions. Why me? What makes me so interesting to you?"        

"My dear Anastacia," he whispers, his voice a seductive rasp. "You are meant to be mine. Your blood, your body, they tell me so." He lifts her up effortlessly, his grip firm yet strangely gentle, and guides her towards her bed. Tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear, he leans in, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

Anastacia's heart pounds in her chest as she feels his hot breath on her neck, his tongue tracing a path along her skin. The sensation is both electrifying and terrifying, a mixture of pleasure and pain that leaves her paralyzed. Without warning, he sinks his fangs into her flesh, and a scream escapes her lips, filling the room with its raw, unbridled terror.

As her life force drains away, Daemon pushes Anastacia into a lying position on the bed, his weight pressing down on her. The pain intensifies, but amidst the agony, she catches a glimpse of his face. His eyes meet hers, and she sees a twisted satisfaction there, a sadistic pleasure derived from her suffering.

Time seems to stand still as he continues to feed, his hunger insatiable. Anastacia's vision blurs, her consciousness slipping away. She can feel the darkness closing in, consuming her, and a sense of resignation settles deep within her soul.

"It's time to come home," he murmurs, his voice a haunting whisper in her ear. It sends shivers down her spine, the words echoing in her mind. Home? Is this what awaits her in the afterlife? A perpetual torment, forever bound to him?

She struggles to make sense of her situation, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. The rational part of her knows that this is not what she wants, that she should fight against him. But there's something else within her, something deeper, that yearns to be with him. She can't explain it, but her soul seems to crave his presence, his touch, despite the pain he inflicts upon her.

Anastacia's eyes water as she accepts her fate. She does not know why, but she is bound to him. And her soul wants him. She wants to become whatever he needs her to be. For she is his.

The realization sends a surge of conflicting emotions through her. She does not want to fight against him. She wants him just as bad. The rational part of her screams that this is wrong, that she should resist, but her soul rebels against reason.

Daemon wanted her to be like him. Only it was complicated. He wanted to impregnate her without killing her. He wanted her to bear more of his children. It was a twisted desire born out of their twisted connection. And Anastacia, against all logic, found herself wanting it too.

As the darkness consumes her, Anastacia's mind becomes a battleground of conflicting desires. She can feel the darkness wrapping around her, pulling her deeper into its embrace. And though her body may be weak, her will remains strong.