Encounter with the Vampire ll
I engorged myself, holding the girl down until I'd had my fill, she had begged for her life but, the pleading fell on deaf ears. I remember before my first feed, how I had a slight twinge of regret.
During that time, I still had a semblance of humanity or, maybe just a memory. I'd hesitated and the prey ran. Michael had always fed me but now, he denied me. He caught the prey and fed, the eyes begged, but only for a moment.
Although I was starving, I refused to feed. He tied me to my bed and left me there.
Vampires don't see time as a normal human. Time does not fall into seconds, minutes, hours. Time is a portal for us, a catalyst, propelling us into each new future and we adapt to the different mores^, fashions and fads of the day.
I was uncomfortable, no, I was dying, I screamed, I cried, I begged. My skin burned, my insides twisted, constricting, knotting relaxing, only to constrict again. I was like a woman in the throes of labor.
Blood trickled from the wounds in my lip, my teeth slashed them, with every cry. I became enraged, my need for the viscous liquid was great.
And he came in with the prey, he sliced her throat, not deep, just enough for the blood to flow. It drove me crazy. I struggled against the restraints. I was no longer human, I was mad with blood lust, crazy with need.. enraged that he kept my food away from me..
A millisecond, one tiny slice of time, I realized what I had become, what I had allowed myself to be, a monster, something abhorant, an abomination in the eyes of man and, god..
I didn't have the strength to end my life or rather my existence. Once when the sun came up, I'd pushed my hand outside of the shaded room.. it began to smoke. I knew all I had to do was take two steps. Take two steps out the door but, I was afraid.
How long would it take the sun to destroy me? Even if I died, he would still be here, watching, waiting, feeding. One last look at the sun before I lay down on my bed and fell asleep. My last thought was how good I felt after I'd fed and, tonight, I would feed again..
TO BE CONTINUED..
During that time, I still had a semblance of humanity or, maybe just a memory. I'd hesitated and the prey ran. Michael had always fed me but now, he denied me. He caught the prey and fed, the eyes begged, but only for a moment.
Although I was starving, I refused to feed. He tied me to my bed and left me there.
Vampires don't see time as a normal human. Time does not fall into seconds, minutes, hours. Time is a portal for us, a catalyst, propelling us into each new future and we adapt to the different mores^, fashions and fads of the day.
I was uncomfortable, no, I was dying, I screamed, I cried, I begged. My skin burned, my insides twisted, constricting, knotting relaxing, only to constrict again. I was like a woman in the throes of labor.
Blood trickled from the wounds in my lip, my teeth slashed them, with every cry. I became enraged, my need for the viscous liquid was great.
And he came in with the prey, he sliced her throat, not deep, just enough for the blood to flow. It drove me crazy. I struggled against the restraints. I was no longer human, I was mad with blood lust, crazy with need.. enraged that he kept my food away from me..
A millisecond, one tiny slice of time, I realized what I had become, what I had allowed myself to be, a monster, something abhorant, an abomination in the eyes of man and, god..
I didn't have the strength to end my life or rather my existence. Once when the sun came up, I'd pushed my hand outside of the shaded room.. it began to smoke. I knew all I had to do was take two steps. Take two steps out the door but, I was afraid.
How long would it take the sun to destroy me? Even if I died, he would still be here, watching, waiting, feeding. One last look at the sun before I lay down on my bed and fell asleep. My last thought was how good I felt after I'd fed and, tonight, I would feed again..
TO BE CONTINUED..
