My Eternal Nightmare

Prologue

Oh no. This is not happening. I thought as I continued my descent down the path, dread coursing through me.

I had no control over my own legs. I struggled to fight back for it but it was useless. I didn't want to give up, I just couldn't. Finally, I reached the altar and stood wordlessly beside Asher as the warlock began.

"Welcome, creatures of the night, to the union of Prince Asher and Princess Voila in dark matrimony," He paused smiling, and looked at me with shining eyes that made me feel like I was shrinking. He snapped his fingers and my electrostatic cuffs fell to the floor as did my bouquet but I still had no control over my hands.

I had no idea where I was. The altar was littered with bones and candles, a pentagram drawn where I currently stood with Asher. The congregation consisted of werewolves, warlocks and other creatures all sworn to secrecy.

This was not a typical vampire wedding and I knew it wasn't a typical Lycanthrope wedding either. I had no idea what would happen, the whole thing seemed like a sick dream.

My eyes skimmed the warlock, he was wearing a dark green cloak with a hood which was over his head. I could see just his eyes which were pitch black and a nasty scar that ran from his temple to the side of his lip narrowly missing his eye.

He grabbed a dagger with a pentagram on its hilt and a goblet with inscriptions I didn't recognize making me even more confused as to what was happening.

More dread and fear built up in me and I looked to Asher to see if he was as unwilling about this as I was. He just had to be. But his face was hard and impassive as he stood straight in his black tuxedo staring straight ahead. For some odd reason, this changed my fear to intense anger and hatred.

I hated the man beside me. I hated his family. I hated this damn warlock and the damn congregation for acting like this was normal. I faced the warlock again trying to gain strength from my anger. I still had not control but I could feel my body radiating hatred for these people as it shook with anger.

The warlock ignored me and raised the dagger as he continued with the ceremony. I wanted to smack the damn thing from his hands.

"Aku memanggil kekuatan Lilith dan jiwa-jiwa penyihir masa lalu sebelum aku seperti aku mengikat kedua bersama-sama. Mungkin Anda menjadi satu. Untuk tidak dapat dipisahkan. Diikat bersama oleh kekuatan kegelapan dan darah."

He brought the dagger down to Asher's outstretched hand and cut him. I wanted to scream but could not. What sort of sick joke was this. I felt like I was watching from outside my body. I watched as the blood trickled down his wrist into the goblet. Even in my comatose state. My body reacted to the blood. I felt my fangs bare themselves painfully. The warlock continued to chant as he got the blood then lifted the goblet to my mouth.

Oh hell no. No. No.

I tried to growl at him, or hit him, maybe even just move my head. Anything! Desperation crept into me. Was this to be my new life? How could I be so powerless? I could do nothing as my head was tilted back to let the blood slide down my throat. As much as I hated it, the taste of blood still felt extremely nice but it felt very wrong. Very dark, evil and wrong. I thought he would cut me next but I was wrong. What would I know about ancient weddings performed by warlocks?

He looked at Asher again "It is time."

Asher turned to face me. His eyes wolflike. He raised his left hand and I saw his claws extend. Without warning, he clawed my chest right over my heart. I felt my black dress rip and I began to bleed. He lowered his head and licked the cuts with his tongue, mumbling words I couldn't decipher. I felt my body react as his tongue ran over each cut. He pulled away and it was over just as quickly as it started. I hated myself for that brief moment of weakness.

The warlock smiled revealing wickedly sharp teeth. "Sudah selesai," he said. "It is finished! I present to you all the newest couple of the night!" and with that he bound my left hand to Asher's right hand with a plain black scarf.

It was then that I accepted defeat but in no way would I ever love this man.

A/N
A lot of people asked for the translation sooo here it is.

I summon Lilith's power and the souls of wizards of the past before me as I tie these two together. Maybe you become one. To be inseparable. Tied together by the power of darkness and blood.