The Vampire Fate

The Vampire Fate

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Stars. That's all I saw as I faded in and out of consciousness. Sometimes I'd hear some words, but couldn't catch the whole phrase, which resulted in my confusion only growing. I wasn't comfortable, though at the same time, I was. I felt like I could sleep for the rest of the year, though I also felt as if I had to wake up as soon as possible. Flashes of memories were racing through my mind, though I wasn't able to put them in the right order and make a proper storyline of them before I would go out again. It went like that for quite some time, though I didn't exactly knew how long it took for me to finally gain consciousness and realize what was happening. In a slight panic at the realization, I quickly opened my eyes, my head hurting when I tried to sit up straight immediately, but failed as my ankles and wrists were still tied together tightly, although the rag had been dismissed. Immediately a hand touched the back of my head, keeping me on whatever I was laying on, as other pairs of hands kept me still as well. " Stop moving, sweetheart, it's okay, we're not going to hurt you. Yet." someone whispered in my ear, and I recognized the low, husky voice that had threatened me multiple times already. He snickered to himself, though his mates didn't join in. He was sinister through and through. " Get your hands off of me, you nasty, self-indulgent, big-headed, arrogant,..." " Your whole life depends on you finishing that sentence." All rights reserved! Highest rank: ≠27
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I woke to a sudden breeze invading the warmth from the heavy blanket that caressed my skin. Here, alone with my thoughts, the still, calm quiet in the atmosphere is almost painful. I feel suffocated in the clingy, static air. In quiet, still moments like these, I can almost feel Him. I don't know who "Him" is, but I can feel his presence. It's almost calming, especially on fearful, anxiety fueled nights. Usually, he was the strongest when I had a nightmare. The nightmares weren't as common now, but, right after everything happened, I was having them every night. I'd wake up and swear I was drenched in blood, my eyes and lips sticky, my nose filled with the smell of iron and fuel. After everything, that's when Him first came. From there, he just never left. I can usually sense when Him is near. Today, though, his presence is stronger. I can almost feel Him next to me, weighing down the mattress. Some nights, I roll over and imagine how he looks, envision his smile or the sparkle in his eyes. He's never there and I'm left clutching to the thought that he exists, staring into empty air. Tonight, though, I swear I can reach out and touch him. Extending my hand gently, I sweep my hand out into the darkness and meet an inexplicable warmth. A scream rips from my lungs as hands cover my face and two icy blue eyes stare back at me, daring me to speak again. A soft cloth caressed my nose and mouth before I felt myself fade into bed. All Rights Reserved. Contains graphic descriptions of violence and assault. Contains battle scene.

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