Soooo, basically, I got incredibly fed up of the formula of EVERY vampire novel out there- Rich, male, dark vampire takes liking to sassy human girl, human girl hates him, then it all changes, he's not really as bad as we thought, and bam, they're in love and she's a vamp too.
So after thinking long and hard of the most original way to do this, I decided to write a story where our heroine is a vampire from the first chapter, and is in fact, very used to her life as a supernatural being. And the love interest? Well, you'll have to work that one out on your own ;) So here's the prologue before prementioned first chapter, as every vampire HAS to have a beginning! I'll put the next chapter up soon if I get some interest (and if not, I probably will anyway xD) Enjoy, and let me know what you think :) Naomi x
There was an unusual chill in the night air as we ran back through the forest. I wiped the blood from around my lips and thought back to my last meal. She was a pretty thing, beautiful even. She'd screamed, and cried, and begged for mercy, as per usual. It amused me how those poor, frail creatures always seemed to think that their words could save them. They always struggled too, a completely futile effort, that decreased with every mouthful of their blood that we consumed. I sighed happily, it was a an edifying feeling to have one's thirst fully satiated. I relished the moment.
The wind picked up, causing my trenchcoat to billow out behind me. I frowned when it carried small fragments of a small sound in the otherwise silent forest.
"Isaac, Viola, follow me." I called, turning sharply to the left without bothering to look to see if I had been obeyed. I knew I would be, just as I knew the others would return back to the manor. The wind brought the small sound once again, closer this time. I sniffed the air delicately, slowing to a brisk stride. The scent of human blood hit my nostrils and I felt my fangs extend. I could hear Viola and Isaac only a few paces behind. We kept to the shadows as we rounded a thicket and came into view of a large glade attached to a trail that headed in the direction of the road.
Taking in the scene in front of me, I could see streaks of muddy tire-marks that had violently torn up the grass across the long clearing. But what instantly drew my attention was a crumpled human lying off to the side of the clearing. She had long ash blonde hair that seemed to glow silver in the moonlight. She looked like a broken doll lying there on the cold earth, her limbs positioned at unnatural angles. Her skin looked as pale as mine, but it was marred with deep gashes that were oozing a crimson substance, which mixed with the mud that was splattered all over her skin and torn clothes. Her chest fluttered as she took in fragile gasps of air. Acting on a rare impulse, I was by her side in an instant, raising her head until her eyes flickered open and focused on me. They were a startling blue and seemed far more alert than I had expected. She looked to be about twenty years old, and would have been beautiful, if it weren't for her current disfiguration.
Isaac snorted in disgust, "The frailty of humans will never cease to disgust me." I wholly agreed but raised an eyebrow.
"Don't forget Isaac," I cautioned him, "Not two centuries ago were you exactly the same.” He looked down in embarrassment at his blunder and I turned back to the disfigured beauty in front of me who had now regained consciousness.
"Wh- Who-" she began croakily. I interrupted.
"What happened?" I commanded sharply.
"I- They- Boys- Bikes- Races-" she took a deep rattling breath to try again. "They said it would be fine. That it would be fun. They had too many." Her hand flopped towards a broken glass bottle of some strong-smelling alcoholic substance. My nose wrinkled in distaste. Her eyes glassed over slightly as she relived the memory. "Crashed. I fell before. They didn't stop. It hurt, then went numb. I can't feel- They- They- They left me." She stuttered in disbelief, then her eyes suddenly focused again. "I'm going to die." They began to fill up with tears and she looked at me with desperation. "I don't want to die." She grasped at my pale grey shirt with her blood and mud stained hands, eyes searching mine imploringly. "Please. I don't want to die." A single tear slipped down her cheek and she began slipping away once more. As she fell unconscious, her breathing came in shallow pants.
I had always prided myself on being detached and coolly analytical. I very rarely made impulsive decisions, but there was something about this broken girl's plea that I simply could not refuse. Uncharacteristically gently, I pushed the matted locks away from the side of her neck.
"Master," interrupted Viola's panicked voice, "are you sure about this? I thought you said Penelope would be the last?"
I growled slightly at the disrespect in her tone. Turning to glance at the pair, I noticed that they were both standing back eying me warily. Wise.
"Master, she does have a point." Isaac agreed, "You swore last century that you would never create another female."
I grimaced at the memory. The three unbonded of my coven had become unbearable when relating with one another and could barely be in the same room!
"Thank you for your concern Viola." I snarled back before turning back to the fading life in front of me. "I remember Isaac. But..." I trailed off frowning, not being able to finish the statement. "I hope you survive this." I whispered wryly into the girl's ear before plunging my teeth into the soft flesh of her neck. I was rewarded with a faint gasp of intense pain, which made me smirk into her skin. She tasted as good as she looked.
It was near torture to pull back once the venom had been released into her system. Wrenching my mouth from her neck, I stood up quickly and moved away from the inviting temptation of her pulse. There was a reason there were so few of our kind around. It was a physical, mental, emotional torture like no other to create a changeling. I had an unusually large capacity for it, this made it my eighth time, an unheard of number for most.
I listened hungrily as her heartbeat slowed down steadily before stopping with a juddering thu-thunk. Watching with a cold, clinical gaze, I observed as her limbs begin to move back into place and her body morph into perfection personified. She began to cry out in unconscious pain, her piercing shrieks tearing through the night air. Ignoring these pitiful displays of weakness, I strode forward and scooped up her limp form, earning a small whimper.
I ran back to the manor with her, Isaac only paces behind, Viola bringing up the rear sullenly.
"Linda?" I shouted as I entered the foyer. She appeared in front of me before I could blink. "Clean her up, put her in the second master bedroom, and notify me as soon as she wakes." She nodded in submission before taking the girl's limp form and carrying her up the stairs as if she were a doll. As I marched to my office I wondered at my decision. I hadn't made one that impulsively in over two centuries.
An hour later as I descended from the first floor of the manor, I overheard furious whispers in the doorway to the ballroom. Hanging back in the shadows I listened to the three distinctive voices of Viola, Penelope and Cassandra.
"I cannot believe he would do this." Growled Penelope with shock.
"You should've seen the way he looked at her." Sneered Viola.
"She'll be nothing." Cassandra corrected sharply. I watched her toss her voluptuous black curls over her shoulders in indignation. "We can make sure of that can't we girls? I'm certainly not going to let some filthy little newborn tramp become lady of the coven." I smirked. Jealousy looked good on my girls.
Viola looked between the two girls, frowning. "So we do what? Make her life a living hell?" She twirled her mousy brown absentmindedly, her petite frame clearly showing her excitement.
Penelope ran a hand through her rich chocolate locks, eyeing Cassandra thoughtfully. "No." She corrected. "Worse."
