My lofty position wasn't always accompanied by fear of office,and there was a time when i could walk the streets or raise a glass in the tavern without concern for molestation...or having a bite or two,sank my fang to a willing or...unwilling of prey,Speaking of which,one of them came to mind.
Faithful as the tide,one precocious village waif made it her hobby to shadow my every errand.
It was charming then,troublesome later.
Later,in financial desperation,i struck a bargain with the ancient things that surfaced in search of sacrifice when the moon was right. Their price was the delivery of an obscure idol and one other item of more...troubling portent.
The pact struck,my newfound accomplices slipped silently beneath the brackish water. A fearful stirring at the edge of the torchlight betrayed a familiar witness and gifted me with malign inspiration.
Under the blood moon,i lured my wide eyed prey to the pier's edge. Before she could appreciate her position,i clamped down a manacle,chaining her to the leering idol. A small push was sufficient to send both into the icy waters. And,when at length the tide receded,jewels of the most magnificent grandeur lay scattered upon the shore.
Along with a small gift of newfound power that comes from the depth of the sea as i touched them.
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The Rift ~ a LООПΔ vampire/Supernatural AU~
FanficTell me,what's your inner fear? loss? rejection? failure? loneliness? all pale in comparison to mine's own. Fear. made manifest.
