The Curse of the Blood Moon: The Beginning of Darkness

Chapter Thirteen: Freedom

     Victoria sits on the cabin's porch thinking of a way to hide herself and Draven from Schon's wrath. Every second seems like an hour to her because she knows the longer it takes her, the closer Schon is to them. With an idea but much uncertainty, she stands up and walks into the overgrown yard. Draven watches her with an emotionless expression. He has no hope for escape himself but wants her to at least be saved.

     "I was thinking," Draven begins to speak cautiously. "Yea?" Victoria responds as calmly as possible. "You should cloak yourself." "I can't just sit here safe while you are exposed," she says before returning to her frantic thoughts. He walks over to her and places a hand on her shoulder. Victoria looks up at the sullen vampire.

     "It's no use. We will both end up getting killed if you stand here hesitating." "Draven, I won't have you killed just because I want freedom." He sees that there is no talking sense into her. Draven knows the stubbornness she bares all too well, it's what caused him to become Schon's servant.  "I need to feed, I will be back soon." She looks at him with worry as he flies off into the cold, dark night.

     "Think Victoria, think!" As if by miracle, her brain suddenly hatches an idea. Draven returns from feeding to her surprise. "That was fast," she states startled. "I've been hunting for a long time," was his numb and hollow response. "Anyway, I have an idea!" He looks at her with an apprehensive stare and lets her continue.

     "I need you to make me bleed," she states confidently. "Are you mad?" his face twists into a look of surprise. "I would do it myself, but I need all of my power for this." "What if I can't stop?" "I know you will." Draven is apprehensive but the smell of her honey like blood is too much to say no to.

     He doesn't make a move towards her, but she can see his lust for her blood. His strong, pale face has shifted into a face of hunger. She bravely walks up to him and extends her wrist, watching as Draven's fangs extend. "I don't want to hurt you," Draven says unexpectedly. His voice, raspy as it is, sounds soft to her.

     It resonates power and she can't help but feel drawn closer to him. "It's okay," she replies quietly. He holds her wrist in his hand and stares at it, as if waiting for it to speak to him. Without warning, he bites down firmly and Victoria lets out a slight hiss of pain. As her blood flows into the intoxicated Draven, Victoria stares at him blankly.

     She has never felt the way she feels at this moment. Seeing Draven feed from her, he is passionate, like a lover that has been refused his desire for years. Victoria soon finds herself feeling just as passionate. The slight stab she feels turns into pleasure and she places a hand gently upon Draven's face.

     He raises his defensive gaze up at her swiftly, like a dog whose eating a bone, and pulls her wrist from his mouth. Victoria manages to regain her composer and begins casting a pentagram around herself and Draven using her blood. Meanwhile, he is drowned in thoughts. "She was enjoying it? Surely that must be a vampiric thing." 

     Draven is confused and unsure of what transpired between them during the feeding. He has never fed from someone while they were aware of him and isn't use to any sort of response. The vampire is sure of one thing though. If she had not met his gaze with such a beautifully, lustful face, he may not have been able to stop feeding.

     Victoria finishes casting the pentagram around them and looks up at Draven. "I hope this works," she states nervously. He walks up to her and grabs her hand roughly. Victoria isn't sure what he's going to do. His face still looks hungry and she is still bleeding. Her heart races in a strange mixture of anticipation, excitement and fear.