Pleasure Of Kisses, Pain Of The Bite

Chptr 1. welcome to my life

Encres P.O.V

'HELP!! PWEASE! SOMEONE HELP!!!!' Smoke everywhere.....it fills my airway and suffocates me....like hands tightly gripping my throat '*cough cough!* "MOMMA! PAPA! HELP!!!' I was banging on the window....the flames grew near to me, threatening me.....and right as I scream one last time, I shoot up out of bed, taking fast, steep breaths, gripping where my soul beats in my chest....."just a dream....." the same old dream might I add....it's a bloody nightmare....I always end up in the same place...

My old house......when I was a child, my house caught fire, and quickly spread......I remembered banging my small fists against the window in an attempt to escape...but everytime, it was just futile.....it always was.....my name, is Encré Spark....daughter of Arron Sparks, and Amy lé veŕon Comyet....we were a happy family once.

My mother was an artist for the royal family, and a musician of the streets, a lovely young lady with great potential....everyone says I look just like her, I had her smile and snow pale bones....I was short just like her too...

As for my father, he was a black smith and a wood carver, he'd make these beautiful, unique designs out of simple pieces of wood.....he had an eye for detail, and his works were so unique and detailed, he was offered the opportunity as the royal black smith....that was how my parents met. But ever since the fire, it has been nothing but the worst of luck....

After the fire, I was put in with the church of Notŕe Dame....they were travelling around with other religious people of their own churches for a royal christening and with them I stayed, until I turned 16....then came...an unfortunate event.
The kings eldest, and adopted son Koda....who was next in line to the throne after Asgore, had seemed to have taken a....'liking', to me. Everyday, since my 16th birthday, he'd ask for my hand in marriage, and offer for the position as queen....but everytime, I would turn him down, I just wasn't ready for a relationship with anyone, I wasn't interested in love at the time.....and at first...he was understanding to it, he'd bow his head in respect, and bid me a good day, even when it was rainy.

But over time, he got worse.....he had lost patience with me, and one day, when he asked the same question, once more, I told him no....and he snapped...

He took me by the wrist...and threw me onto my own bed and....well...I wont go into specifics on that one.....all I can say is...I'd lost my virginity that night...

And of course, word got around of what he had done to me....people said I threw myself onto him, then cried wolf, but for those that knew the truth, they supported me. Koda was dethroned by his father, and so instead, it was given to Asriel...Asgores real son...he was put into royal training instead of Koda, so he may one day take the throne.

I was removed from the village all together. and the church took me back to France, where my mother was born....and there I stayed until I turned 24....

Now I'm 26....I was brought back to my village after I turned 24 years, since it was where I was born....

Now here I am, in bed, sitting up in fear, trying to catch my breath. The grandfather clock that stood to the wall furthest from me ticked slowly, and patiently....chiming at the strike of 7 am in the morning. The sun was just rising...time to get up. I groan and lay back down, the soft warm sheets were comforting and nice to touch.....

"I do not wish to get up...but it seems I must" and so, out of bed I go, and to get dressed I do. The cotton fabric of my dress slipped easily over my body....my tattoos stood out on my body, I don't know what they were....I was born with them, but I don't believe they are birth marks......the fabric hung loosely below my waist, and my stomach and chest were pressed back by the tight hold of the lace at the front of my dress, tightening it and tying it up to a nice little bow knot, the silky fabric of my stockings were nice against my legs, but it had a cold touch, and it made me shiver. My lace up boots tied up so they sat snug around my feet and legs, the leather was rough and worn out with time, "I am due for a new pair huh?...perhaps sir Rufous has finished my new pair....." I smile and stand, grabbing my sachel of paints and brushes, and my cloak to shield myself from the bitter cold wind, and off I went out into the world.

Not much had changed since I left years ago....and not much more since I came back...except some things...

"Good morrow Lady Encre! How are you today?" "Oh, très bien merci monsieur Baker!" "Ah Encre, you know I cannot understand your native language....." "my apologies....I am just so used to it....I cannot help it...." "oh it's alright my dear, here, have a muffin and some bread" "Oh you're too kind, I have some go-" "no no my dear! It is on the house!" Mr Baker is a wonderful man, his British accent was always lovely to hear of a morning, his salt and pepper beard was scraggy and grew longer with each day, and his cheery attitude made me smile.

"Merci monsieur Baker, you have a lovely day alright? And your order is almost complete, I should have it done by tomorrow" "thank you miss Encre, you take care now, bye bye!" "Au revoir!" To see that man smiling as he waved me goodbye, it made my heart flutter with joy.

I passed the usual places, coming to the edge of the forest, everything was normal...until *rustle* *snap!* something moved in the bushes right next to me...the forest was dark, and deep, and it trapped anyone or anything that dared enter it....even light could not escape it's unholy grasp....I looked closer, thinking someone was trying to play a joke on me "ha ha...very funny Jester, get out of there!" Jester was an entertainer, he worked for Lord Asgore as a chef, and..well...Jester...and he would always play cruel jokes on people...specifically me.....

I moved closer to the bushes, reaching my hand out, ready to rip that silly cat out of hiding, but was met by a pair of bright, yellow eyes.....I jump back in fright, that is not Jester....and as I turn to run, I am met by a pair of cold hands and try to scream, the hand covers my mouth quickly, and what was 2 large meaty hands, became 6, grabbing me and pulling me into a dark allyway. I struggle against the stoney grip of my captors, they were whispering, and the next thing I knew, I'm winded and on my knees.

"So...still can't talk english huh?" Oh for god sakes...not these idiots...why me? "I thought I made it perfectly clear about your language last time.." "clearly not!" I look up at him when given the chance and spit in his face, this man was Snow drake and his racists for friends. Snow drake growled and kicks me in the stomach "why you little, I'll show you! Hold her down!" "NO! NO! GET OFF ME! HELP! SOMEONE HELP ME-ARGH!" I was punched in the gut again "shut the f*** up!" One of them shouts at me and covers my mouth again.

Snow drake held a weapon to my throat "I'm gonna carve ya up reaaall nice...maybe then you'll learn to respect me, and to speak english more!" "N-mmm!" My mouth was covered and I struggled greatly, my head slammed into the wall hard causing my nose to bleed as he held my arm roughly and tight, ready to cut, when he suddenly hits a wall and falls unconscious, the other 2 throw me down and run for it.

"Are you alright?...." a stranger held me protectively and strong, the grip was tight but gentle, and I looked to meet my saviours face, but my eye sights all blurry, all I see is his bright yellow eyes under the shadow of his cloaks hood. "You need to be more careful....or else people can attack you more easily..." he helps me to stand, looking at the injuries "....you need something for your nose......here" he hands me a handkerchief and I use it to clean away the blood on my face "t..thank you...what is your na-" and just like that...he is gone....I look around in confusion. "Where'd he go?"

Oh well....not much I can do now...I'll have to wait until I see him again...if I do.....I've just got one last thing to say about this whole thing...welcome to my life