Forbidden Love

Chapter 2: Tana Wayne

London 1890

"Look for the last time, I don't have anything." I lied.

Fredrick started to chuckle as he gripped my shoulder and dug the tip of his nails into my shoulder blades as I shifted uncomfortably, trying to break from his hold. "Let me go. Please."

"For an American girl you really are stupid." He spoke beautifully with his accent as I averted my eyes from his intoxicating blues, that I love so much. "I'm going to give you one more chance or." He moved his duster showing me the handle of his gun. "I'll leave a bullet in your heart."

"Freddy we go way back, do you honestly think I'd take the $100 dollar we stole from our last job?" He slammed me against the wall pinning my upper chest with his left arm, as his elbow dug into my shoulder.

"You know I do sweetheart. Otherwise." He clicks the gun over my heart ready to shoot. "I think 3 years is enough time to call someone's bullshit. Wouldn't you think so?" I rolled my eyes and slowly started to inch my left hand closer to my knee.

"For the last time, I don't have your goddamn money Fred." I gritted through my teeth as he smiled wickedly.

"Wrong Answer, Tana." As the gunshot fired everything became black with multiple white spots. My body ached and I felt something odd happen.

I patted my eyes previously to a starry night. The moon shone brightly over my eyes as I quickly sat up, holding my hand against my head. My mind was throbbing and I believe this is what people call a headache? I can't recall because of the pain.

"You'll have to fend for yourself. I don't take care of newborns." His voice was husky and definitely not British.

I stood up quickly hitting my head against a wooden building. "Who are you?" I asked. His back was turned to me as I tried to look at his features.

"You're maker, but that doesn't matter. You'll need blood to survive, and I recommend not drawing attention to yourself. Angels aren't too fond of us." He started to walk away as I panicked.

"Wait! What am I?" I thought as he left me all alone in an alleyway?

"A vampire, my dear." That was the last time I'd ever hear his voice.

My eyes opened and I could feel my back covered in sweat from my nightmare. The day I was reborn. I'd wish my maker would have stayed but, I can't do anything about it. 124 years have passed and I haven't heard anything from him.

My body shivers slightly in shock as I get up and grab a pair of undergarments to change into, after my shower. The steaming hot water is the closest I'll ever feel to being human again.

Being a vampire is fun and all, but sometimes I miss being warm. The sun makes our kind weak, but it doesn't burn. After a while it does and will light up like a bonfire.

I'm sure you're wondering, what we do for blood?

We go to Blood Banks and purchase bags. They have humans on the corner of streets with a black tub and inside them are the bags. We can even get cards like Gold, Silver and Platinum. We pay extra to have it, because they'll start to deliver blood at home and we won't have to leave.

The higher the ranking, the treatment gets special. You can have your own personal feeder to come at your call. Some even will stay with you forever if you just feed them and give them a room. Like an animal.

Angel's don't approve obviously. I don't either. But it's the world. However we know, why it's like that.

The battle between our kinds. How vampires and angels don't get along. Don't get me wrong, their blood tastes amazing and the feel of there magic coursing through your body when you taste its power.

But in Pyton, Home of The Vampires. We don't mention it. I don't, especially because we should think they're the enemies and we should kill them. But we never do. Our kind will never strike unless they do first. That's how we've always been. Others like to retaliate but very few do.

I'm the same, but I try to hide it. I learned a thing or 2 over these years and I know how to take care of myself. Because in these last 124 years, the one thing you need to do is survive.