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By Hannah Sefton
Being a Vampire Chapter One, Part One ‘My Fucked Up Life!’
I could hear the snickering around me; I could feel their eyes staring holes into my milk white skin. I had always been the centre of attention, but not in a good way. I hated the way these people acted, always laughing about people—especially me—simple because they—we—are different. Normally they will laugh at people that are different. People who are short, fat, ugly or come from the wrong families, I am no exception. But it’s easier for them to do this to me. I batted away the tears in my bright pink eyes. I had been born a pure albino. It was something I had yet to see in another, I knew I was not alone, but I had never met another like me. It was… depressing, to say the least. Soon enough, the snickering turned in to laughter, and soon after than the entire class room was in an up roar. I didn’t think many of them actually knew what they were laughing at, but they were laughing all the same. At least it was the last day of school. Three weeks of holidays before I would have to go back to this hell hole. I just hoped I could make it through the day, though I doubted it. The days were getting harder, and time passed slower with each hate filled minute. “God that albino freak, really? I didn’t know she sucked off the entire chess club!” one of the plastic bimbo’s said. I put my head down and stared at my math work, feeling like I could stare through the paper or drill the answers into my mind. “Na, she wouldn’t have done that. The chess clubs out of her league” That was it! “Why don’t you all just shut the fuck up you stupid bastards?” I scream as I picked up my books and ran out of the class room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wondered which I hated more, home or school. They were both pure torture now. My school life sucked cause of all the bullshit I copped from all the tanned supermodel bitches and athletic job wankers. But I could put up with that. You get use to random assholes over time. But what waited for me at home was worse.
My parents had broken up four years ago. Dad hit the bottle pretty hard and usually lost all control, so we stayed with mum. But mum got re-married two years ago, the guys an absolute asshole. She told her it was us or him, unfortunately, she chose him. So, now here my youngest sister and I are. Dad gets drunk a lot, and when he’s drunk, he gets angry. He can be brutal at times, more so than I like to admit. After all, he may be an absolute asshole, but he’s still my father. I still love him, but at times, I hate him. He can be the creature that haunts my nightmares when he wants to. Nikita, my little sister, was staying at a friends place. She didn’t want to stay here tonight, I understood why. Tonight was my mother and fathers anniversary. He always drunk on there anniversary, it was only recently I understood why. God knows after watching my mother and father with there habits, I was ashamed to say I shared them. I walked into the house as quietly as I can; I was greeted by a loud thick snoring that could only belong to my father. His tall thick muscular body was sprung out across the couch, his jet black hair was greasy and unwashed just like the rest of his putrid body. One hand was swung up over the head o f the couch and the other was hanging over the couch still clutching half a bottle of red label Johnny walker. I walked over quietly and skillfully pried the half empty bottle from his hands. This wasn’t the first time I’d done this. I pulled away the bottle and whipped off the end. Just because I wanted to drink the liquor didn’t mean I wanted to taste his saliva on the bottle. I took a huge swig of the clear-ish copper colored liquor and swallowed it with ease. The familiar burning sensation was a comfort; at least I could feel something after all this. Even after all the bruises and meaningless harsh words. At least I could feel something other than pure pain and torture. I walked into my room and bolted the door. I had that installed about a month ago. It was the only way to make sure dad didn’t burst in on us again when we were sleeping and rape me… or worse, rape Nikita. It was one thing he touched me, but if he ever came after Nikita, I don’t think I could ever forgive myself. I was her only means of protecting, I know she hated me, but she was still my sister. I still loved her. I sat in the cool calming darkness and drank hard and deep. Within a matter of minutes the bottle was finished and I had a pleasant buzzing in the back of my scull. I hated that I did this, but at the same time. I loved it. The drinking made everything else bearable. Everything melded into everything else. I felt like I should go out and dance, I didn’t want to be alone tonight and I didn’t want to run the risk of dad waking up. I put in my deep brown contact lenses and dressed up. My pin strapless corset top and black ruffled mini skirt from ‘Hot Topic’ looked great. Even against my milk white skin I seemed almost normal. I was a little paler and my hair was such a light blonde it almost looked white in the lamp light. But as people usually assumed it was simply a die job I had no real reason to worry. I didn’t get many complaints when I went out; I usually just melded into the dance floor. A few guys here and there would dance with me, press up as close as possible and rub themselves against you. I found it hilarious. … But the saddest part was, when I was pressing up against random people and the music pumped through my veins… I felt normal. Hell, I almost felt important. It was my only escape from the pathetic reality of my life.
I did my make up and tried to add some color to my face, I was happy to say I actually succeeded. I walked back out into the living room picked up dad’s cigarettes and whatever cash dad had in his wallet. I turned back to my dad, and for a short moment, I felt sorry for him. “Love you dad” I whispered and blew him a kiss as I walked out the front door. I really did love him, no matter what fucked up shit he did to me. The dance club was hot and sweaty. The music was so loud it pulsed through the club, like a moving pulsing heart beating throughout the tight space. I was dancing with three people. One pressed up against my backside moving his crotch against my butt. It was funny, but not the least bit arousing. Another guy was moving his body against my front, thrusting himself against me. My arms were on his shoulders swaying to the rhythmic pumping of the music. Another tall man stood to my right, beckoning for me to choose him. But honestly I was a little dizzy. I wanted some fresh air and a cigarette. I pushed away from all three men and made my way outside. It was colder outside, the air fresh and crisp. I pulled out my cigarette and lit it. I took in the first deep drag and smiled, that familiar burn in my lungs was pleasant. I had always liked a little pain, well; the burning was a good burn for me. But suppose it’s that way for all smokers and addicts. “Holly Fucking Shit! It’s the albino freak!” called a horribly familiar voice. I turned and saw Macy Grey standing with a group of friends down the other end of the street. Macy Grey was the head cheerleader at Valentine high, my high school. She was also the football quarterbacks girlfriend and all around most popular bimbo at the school. I wanted to run back into the club and ask someone to hide me, but I wouldn’t have much chance of that. If they found out what I was they’d probably hate me. People always hate things they don’t understand. It’s why emo’s get such varied results. Some people understand it and some people don’t. So, some people fuck with emo’s and other just leave the fuckers alone. She walked towards me and stood centimeters away from me. Her breath smelt like cheep liquor and fluid only found in the male human body. Someone had been having a little too much fun tonight. “What the fucks a little retard like you doing down here?” she spat the words at me like acid. “Trying to score some action. I’m not doing as well as you though. But I suppose with standards as low as yours you’d have to be in solitary to not get lucky!” I spat back. She took a step back, her mouth making a lovely ‘O’ shape. The same shape she used to blow of her mystery man I guess. I smiled at that, apparently she didn’t expect me to talk back. Yay. Point for me! “You little Bitch!” she swung her fists at me, landing two perfect blows to my nose and abdomen. I fell backwards landing on my backside and crawling into the fetal position. I hoped her rain of terror would end, I hoped for to much. She landed several hard kicks into my stomach, her high heeled stilettos making the job easier for her and more painful for me.
When she stopped I heard laughter and the clicking, clattering of heals. I hoped she was gone. The last thing I felt before falling into a deep waking unconsciousness was cold hands sliding across my forehead and frozen objects pulling me from the ground. And to think, this shit happens to me on a daily basis. Well all I can say is… Welcome to my fucked up little life!
Being a Vampire Chapter One, Part Two ‘Where The Fuck am I?’
I woke in a daze. My head thrumming like the beating of a heavy drum, my eyes glazed and heavy from sleep. I had two thoughts when I first woke up. One; this pillow is damn comfortable and two; where the fuck am I? I pushed myself up into a sitting position and looked around the darkened room. The oddly shaped hexagonal room seemed strange; like something was there that I just couldn’t see. The carpet was a beautiful deep red; crimson almost, the color of thick blood. And the walls were a dark purple sued. There wasn’t any other furniture in the room except for the chest of draws and side tables. The draws and side tables were both a dark brown, I guess stained wood. And the handles a perfect raven metal. I guessed they were a matching set. The bed however was not apart of that set. It was a large canopy, with curtains around the four solid gold posts. The sheets, Egyptian cotton, silk and a wondrous fur blanket. I didn’t know if it was real enough, but it sure was warm enough. The bed’s coloring matched the décor, red’s, black’s and deep purples. It was truly one hell of an emo room. I liked it. I rubbed my eyes and let out a loud unavoidable yawn. It took a minute for me to stop admiring the room and come into reality. “Fuck!” was the first thing I said when I realized I was in a strange gothic/emo room I had never seen before. If it had been a hospital I don’t think this would have worried me, but I was in some fucking random person’s house, sleeping in there big ass bed all alone. A cool draft brushed across my skin, a draft I should have been able to feel across my stomach. I looked down at my body… FUCK!!! I was in my fucking underwear! And just to scare me a little more I was covered in thick pink lines, like healing knife wounds. I knew what newly formed scare tissue looked like, this was it. If you ask me, they kind of like oddly shaped stretch marks. That just made everything that little bit worse, made me that little bit more scared for my safety. Okay, I made a mental check list of everything that’s happened. Some random picked me up when I was unconscious; they took all my clothing off and probably raped me. They cut me up, or at least scratched me a little; it was way too early for there to be scare tissue. And lay me in this bed, probably to wait for me to wake up so they could
torture me while I was awake. Criminals always have more fun when you’re awake, don’t as me why. I leaned over to the bed side table and flicked on the dark purple lamp. There wasn’t anything special about it; it was just a plain ordinary lamp. The room was lit up and I could see why I thought I was being watched. I was being watched. In the far right corner of the room was a camera, a surveillance camera if I’m not mistaken. The red light was flashing, so I assumed it was on. Why hadn’t I seen that red flashing light in the dark? “Where the fuck am I and what the fuck did you do to me!” I yelled at the camera. I didn’t know what I expected, maybe a voice like in a PA system. But I got nothing. “Is someone up there… watching me?” I asked. I stared at that tiny camera, still wondering what the fuck I expected from a camera. But as I watched it closely, the head bobbed up and down as if it were nodding. I gasped a little; I didn’t mean to, it was just a natural response. “Did… did you bring me here?” I asked. It nodded again. “Did you take my clothes?” Nod. “Can I have them back?” Nod “Did you rape me?” The camera moved from side to side, I took that as a no. “Did you cut me up?” It shook from side to side again, another no. well, that was good… kind of. “Do you know who did?” Nod. “Am I the only one that thinks it’s strange I’m talking to a camera?” Pause… Nod. “Can some one… can someone come down here and explain this shit to me?” Long pause… and slow nod. I leaned back against the bed post and exhale a breath I didn’t know I’d been holding in. “Thank you.” I whispered. I spent the next 20 odd minutes starting around the dark little room. I was tired sore and incredibly thirsty… but other than that, I felt relatively calm, which was scary if you asked me. I was in some strange house half naked for Christ sake—and did I mention incredibly thirsty? My throat burned with the need to drink. The painful scratching sensation was not only unpleasant but painful as well. The door opened and a tall dark muscular shape shadowed it entrance. I started to feel cold. I was suddenly aware all I was wearing only a bra and panties… very aware. The shadow was intimidating and definitely gave off one hell of a fucked up vibe. I pulled the blanket up against my chest and swallowed past the dry sensation in my throat. “Who are you?” I asked. The shadow flinched visibly. What was up with that? The shadow moved into the room. The tall, muscular shape forced its way towards me, becoming bigger and more intimidating with each step. I felt like I either shrunk
physically or this guy was at least a good six and a half feet. He came to the end of my bed. I swear I could almost see his face. And his eyes, those brilliant sapphire eyes stared down at me with such an intensity. And then he spoke. “My name is Isaac” his voice was so soft, like a velvet child. You felt as if you could almost reach out and rap his voice around. Caress the sweet melody of his voice and drift into a sweet oblivion. “Have your injury’s started to recover?” “I think so… do you need to see?” I asked. He paused like a statue. I swear I watched him freeze before my very eyes. “I believe that would be best” I hesitantly rolled down the blanket and showed him my abdomen. My body was something I could be proud of, considering no one else seems to be proud of me. I did a lot of running in my spare time, so my thighs and core were perfect if I do say so myself. And my boobs were nice too; I got them from dad’s side of the family apparently. I leaned back as far as the head board would allow and watched as his fingers traced the lines of my newly formed scars just above my abdomen. His hands were so cold, freezing cold. I shivered as his finger found my skin. It sent an electric jolt throughout my body and stopped on some very choice places. His fingers were both rough and smooth. Gliding along my skin with such delicacy that did not suit his features. He was handsome, but scary handsome. Muscular but overpoweringly so. “You have healed nicely.” He decided. His hands moved away reluctantly. “What happened to me?” he sighed and pulled a chair from the far side of the room up beside her bed. “We found you in an alley way bleeding to death. We could not simple leave you there, Darious and I carried you back here and saved your life.” “How?” “How what?” “How did you save my life? This doesn’t look like a hospital. And as far as I knew when you start bleeding to death you generally die.” “We… Darious is a healer. You wouldn’t understand what that is yet, but you will in time. You are no longer what you use to be. Humanity is over rated anyway.” The look on his face scared me more than even his presence. He looked grieved and regretful. “What do you mean, Humanity is overrated. I am human.” “Not anymore.” I froze. “Not anymore?” “Even Darious cannot bring someone back from the dead, but I can, in a way.” I stared at him. What the fuck was this guy on? “So, let me get this straight. You want me to believe I died and now I’m not human anymore?” He thought about it “Yes” “Then what would you have me believe I am?” “An A class monster.” I stared at him in disbelief “What?” “There is a world humans cannot see. We do not understand how it is they are able to stay blinded to our presence, perhaps thy simply choose to be ignorant.” “Still not helping.”
He sighed again and seemed to age before my very eyes. “You’re alive because I’ve turned you into what humans call ‘Vampire’.” I burst out laughing. “You’ve got to be shitting me right? Dude I was just out getting lucky for Christ sake and you expect me to believe someone cut me up and the only way you could save me was to bite me.” He pondered that again. “Yes” That one word hung in the air. Something about the word seemed so wrong. I had always kind of secretly hoped creatures like that existed. Goblins and vampires and werewolves and all that cool stuff. But I always thought I was just… insane. Could I really be a vampire? Out of the mythical creatures in the world… a vampire. “You’re not joking… are you?” “I assure you; tonight I have told you nothing but the utmost truth.” There was only one thing you can say at a time like this. “Fuck… I’m a vampire.”
Being a Vampire Chapter One, Part three More blood for the taking
“Yes young feedling. You are a vampire.” I tried to control my breathing as much as I could. I didn’t want to hyperventilate in front of the big scary… “Are you a vampire too?” “I have been a vampire for many centuries” “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” “I do not know princess” “It was a rhetorical question” He stared at me for a moment. “Oh” I had to smile. “Okay. So, if you and this Darious dude healed me, then who the fuck cut me up?” he smiled. “Such language from someone so young.” “Just answer the question.” “Fine princess. We do not know for certain, but we have reason to believe it was a C class monster. They are horrible creatures, the kinds parents used in fairy tales of old. We believe one found you and attacked you. It would make the most sense. C class monsters have flesh and blood-lust worse than even born vampires.” “So you think some boggy man came and started eating me?” “Yes princess that is exactly what we think.” “Would you stop calling me princess, it’s getting a little annoying.” “My apologies. Its not every day we get a survivor of both a C class monster attack that was also able to survive the change.” “Most people don’t make it through either I take it.” “No, they would almost surely die.” “Well, that’s just great to know.” “Truly it is.” I sighed. “It’s called sarcasm, look it up.” The look on his face was one of confusion and shame. They didn’t look right on his angelic features. Sure he was big and bad, but he seemed… kind of sweet. “Listen Isaac, I’m not trying to be rude. But I guess that’s just me. Do you have anything to drink? My throat is officially killing me.” he walked out of the room. I would have probably started to worry if he hadn’t come back with what looked like a wine bottle and two wine glasses. “Not exactly what I was
thinking, but it’s never too early to get wasted.” ‘As my dad would always says’ I added ruefully in my mind. “This is not regular wine.” He handed me the glass. I took a sip. Wow. The wine popped and shimmered along my tongue. It was a flavor I could not describe. The wine was sweet… there was an almost cherry like flavor to the wine I couldn’t name. my throat felt better the instant the wine hit its soft surface. I wanted more. I downed the last of the glass and Isaac refilled it for me. “Wow, this shit’s good! What’s in it?” “Blood.” He took a manly swig of his wine and watched me. I wasn’t going to like that in a minute. I knew every moral fiber in my body should be screaming in protest. But I was calm, I was trying not to worry and as far as I could tell I was succeeding. “Right. I’m a vampire. Vampires drink blood.” “Yes.” “Look, I’m sorry this is all just a little new for me you know?” “I understand princess.” It looks like he isn’t going to stop calling me princess any time soon, damnations. “So, where the fuck am I?” I asked. He smiled again. “You are in Sang-Noir Academy. An Academy for Feedlings, Born Vampires and Apparently, Princesses” “Okay. So I’m in a school for vamps and Feedlings. What’s the difference?” “Well, a vampire and a feedling are the same thing. Born vampires are different.” “Okay, so what’s the difference between being a born vampire and a normal vampire?” “Well, born vampires are obviously born vampires. The same kinds from such fairytales and myths humans seem so interested in. And Feedlings are I suppose similar. The only difference is that Feedlings tend to have much shorter lives and have ailments to many things born vampires are immune to.” “So born vampires can eat garlic and walk in day light?” “Yes” “What about me? Can I still east garlic bread and walk in the sunlight?” “I do not know Princess. I have heard story’s that a made vampire princess would be able to do such things, but it more like a born vampire. She is weaker during daylight. You would be weaker during the sunlight.” I nodded and smiled. “Your a lot of help you know that?” He smiled back. “I am at the princesses mercy. We removed you from the streets without asking you. Removed your clothing and used healing magic’s on your body without permission. No guard may ever do anything without Ma Lady’s request.” “But I was unconscious, you couldn’t ask me.” I smiled and placed my hand over his own, resting on his lap. He flinched when my hand came in contact with his, and then relaxed against my touch. His hand was cold and large. He was intimidating and I had to force my self not to pull away as I felt unwelcome. But I needed to let him know. “I owe you my life.” He wrapped his fingers around my own a little less reluctantly and smiled. “I harsher mistress would have me killed for my insolence.” I didn’t know what he meant by mistress… but… “Then you mustn’t have met many good mistresses.”
He smiled and looked away. “You’d be surprised.” I frowned “I don’t think I like the sound of being a vampire now.” His smile faltered when his gaze returned to my own. “Vampires expect discipline as they get older. Even if that discipline costs a life, even their own life isn’t worth the possibility of disobedience.” “As I said, I don’t think I like the idea of being a vampire now. I won’t become like that will I? I mean, becoming a vampire doesn’t mess with your brain does it?” he thought about it. Well, at least he was trying his best to help me. “No, I do not believe becoming a vampire will ‘mess’ with your mind. But I may be mistaken. There has not been a made vampire princess in more than four millennia, a lot of information has been lost over such a period of time.” “I could imagine. How old are you then Isaac?” “Fifty nine.” He said without hesitation. “Well, I’ll admit. For a fifty nine year old you look pretty good.” “Thank you princess.” He smiled and suddenly I was very aware of my hand in his. “Your beauty surpasses many a Royal Vampire.” His words were deep and suggestive. It made things low in my body tighten and others tingle. I took my hand out of his slowly and blushed. “I’m sure that would be a much more meaningful compliment if I knew what that was.” “The royal Vampires are the most beautiful and wealthy of our race. I believe Miss Gentry is one of them. She’ll be attending Sang-Noir for her first year as well.” “Is she going to be a bitch?” “Excuse me?” “Royal any things are usually so high and mighty that can’t see anything but their reflections. Vampires do have reflections right?” he nodded. “I would not know. I have met only two Royals in my life time and I cannot say much of them.” “But would what you could say about them be a testament to how down to earth they are.” He pondered that. “No” Great. “Okay. Looks like I know who’s going to be Queen Bee this year.” He looked at me quizzically. How can you look that good in modern day cloths and yet have no idea about this little thing called slang? I shook my head. “Never mind Isaac.” “Princess, co you feel well enough to stand?” Isaac asked. I thought about it. I had a bit of a head ache and but I wasn’t really sore anymore. My skin was tight where the scars were. I shuddered when I thought of how I got them. I sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I think I can stand. Umm, hey listen Isaac. If I’m going to stand can I have something to wear?” “We have a uniform prepared for you.” He stood and without another word left the room again only to return shortly with a small pile of cloths. He handed me the pile of cloths and bowed. He literally bowed with his hand in a fist over his heart. “I shall await you outside the door.” I smiled and nodded. He walked to the door. “Umm, Isaac?” He turned to me, “Yes Princess?”
“Thank you, for everything. I meant it when I said I owe you my life.” he smiled and bowed again. “You are welcome Princess.” And with that he left. I got out of the bed slowly. My feet buckled and I fell back onto the bed. It took me a few try’s before I was able to stand and walk around the room. The uniform was awesome! Fishnet stockings with plaid mini skirt that sat perfectly on my hips, a white button up undershirt and dark purple blazer that matched the skirt. There was gold embroidery around the breast pocket and edges of the blazer and white gold buttons with matching cufflinks. The black dolly stilettos were at least three inch high fuck me heals and I instantly feel in love. I ran my fingers through my hair, shaking it out to form its natural waves and curls, then stretched, hearing a few very satisfying cracks. The skin around my newly formed scars felt tighter and stretched as I moved. It wasn’t exactly an unpleasant feeling, just an unusual one. I was use to pain, that didn’t bother me anymore. It was just… strange to be able to feel my own skin stretching and hardening. I smoothed over my uniform once again and opened the door. As I walked back to the dorms and up the winding staircase I knew someone was following me. Actually a fair few someone’s were following me. I tried my best to ignore the sounds of laughter and clicking heels, I had always hated large groups of girls. If they weren’t gossiping about god knows what then they were bitching about other sit in their meaningless little crappy lives. As I climbed the forever on going stars I knew within a few days of being here I was going to get about as much exercise as walking across town to Vogue, the hottest nightclub in town from my house. But I did that in four inch high stilettos and not break a sweat. Sure, by the time I got home I had a nice couple of blisters. But that was mostly flat surface. This was a winding fucking staircase that went up 17 stories! I reached my level and opened the huge medieval wooden door. And the gaggle of girls passed me; one knocked me to the ground. I hit the hard concrete with a smack and I swear my head should have been bleeding. ‘Ow… stupid bitches!’ Was my first thought! “Oh my gosh! I’m so sorry! Are you okay?” I flipped over onto my back and looked up at a short cute brunette girl. Her eyes were a dark brown and cheeks were covered in freckles. Yep, cute was the only way to describe her. “Oh No!” she squealed. She automatically bowed, not like Isaac had bowed, but down on all fours head bowed to touch the ground. “Please forgive me your highness! I’m so sorry; I didn’t mean to knock you over! I should have watched myself better I beg your forgiveness!” I stumbled into a sitting position. “What are you talking about?” I asked. “Damn I’m going to have a fricking bump. Damn.” I rubbed my forehead. She looked up at me from under her thick brown hair. “You’re not mad at me?” “Hell now. It was an accident.” I pushed to my feet and offered her my hand. “Come on, get up. You’re embarrassing the both of us bowing like that.” she eyed me skeptically and slowly reached forward and took my hand. I helped her to her feet and brushed the dust off her shoulder. “Now you’ve gone and gotten yourself all dusty. Listen, just because I’m the first made vamp princesses in ‘many a millennia’ doesn’t mean you-all have to bow down. Its getting incredibly annoying to be perfectly honest, even the bloody royal vampires are bowing to me.” I sighed. “Look its not your problem, just, go do whatever you were going to do.” She nodded a little too rapidly
and took off after her friends. I sighed again. “I don’t know if what Isaac’s done is a good or a bad thing.” “Bad I’d say.” I turned towards the voice behind me and almost jumped. A tall leggy blond bimbo bitch was standing right behind me. “And why would you say that?” “Because, you’ll take up my spotlight.” “Well, at least your honest with yourself. Look, I don’t want your spotlight missy. You can take your sun light and shove it for all I care.” “I said spotlight not sunlight and the only place a spotlight going to go is directly on me and my radiant beauty.” “That’s fine with me.” I turned around and walked away. She must have been that Gentry chick Isaac was speaking of. Well, fuck her. I opened the door to my dorm room and walked inside. Nikita was still asleep, that was good. I changed into a par of guy’s boxers and loose Tee-shirt I usually wore to bed and climbed in behind her. The blankets were warm and the night air was fresh. It was early, but the only thing left to do was sleep. And sleep I did.
Being a Vampire Chapter One, Part Four Sibling Survival
I walked out into the hallway and squinted at the bright light. Or at least it seemed light to me. I took a couple seconds to adjust to the light and realized it wasn’t very bright at all. Dim torch light lit the hallway I currently stood in. and when I say torches I mean real good old fashion medieval torches. I didn’t know if it was a theme or what, but I liked it. It was pretty. I edged closer to the flame. It wasn’t bright anymore, but not dull either. I could see perfectly and everything in the hallway was clear. I was about a foot away from the flame. The fire crackled and danced, reaching towards the heavens but not quite making it. I reached out towards the flame. I wanted to curl it around my body and watch it burn so intently my whole body would sweat with its warmth. Something grabbed me and tackled me to the ground. I let out a scream, more so of surprise than anything else. The body was large and solid, definitely male if I was judging correctly. My head smacked against the cold harsh stone floors. I pushed and shoved and kicked against whoever was on top of me. Usually having a guy tackle you to the ground isn’t such a bad thing, well, at least not as far as I was concerned. But today was a little much and I wasn’t thinking straight, or maybe I was thinking straight for the first time in my life. But in any case, I kept pushing and kicking and eventually shouting profanities you could only imagine. But then he looked up. And I froze. “Are you okay?” I was right when I guessed the body that pushed me to the ground was a guy, and what a guy! He was broad shouldered and narrow hipped. Chocolate brown eyes and a smile that made even me melt. His brown hair was spiked and tipped a range of blonde’s and browns. “Miss?” he asked again. “Huh? What?” He smiled and brushed a few loose strands out of my face. “I asked, are you okay?” “Oh, I’m fine. I’m just looking for someone.” I said breathlessly. He pushed himself off me and helped me too my feet. I was sure my hair and clothes were probably
a mess, so I got to the task of fixing myself up. I straighten my uniform while brushing off the dust and ran my fingers through my hair again. “Who are you looking for?” My mystery guy asked. I thought about it. How would you describe Isaac? “Do you know a big scary looking guy named Isaac?” “Professor Vein?” he guessed. “Who?” “The only guy I know with the name Isaac would be Professor Vein.” “He didn’t give me his last name.” I fumed. He chuckled and caught my attention. “What?” I asked, feeling more than a little irritated. “Nothing. You look cute when you pout you know.” I blushed and looked away. I’d never honestly felt so flattered about something so… pathetically romantic. “Thanks, I guess.” I pushed a loose curl behind my ear and smiled over at him, red faced and all. “Would you by any chance know where I could find Isaac? I mean, Professor Vein. He told me he’d be waiting here for me when I finished dressing.” He gave me a questioning look. “Why did you need to be dressing?” I gasped. “Oh, no! It’s not like that! I only met him today! Well, not that that would really stop me if I wanted to” he gave me another questioning look. “I woke up in my underwear about ten minutes ago with a camera watching me and. No, I mean, someone cut me open and… This is coming out all wrong.” He gave me a smile and soundless laugh. “I figured that when you started talking.” I blushed even harder, if that was possible. “Princess!” I turned my attention down the hall to see Isaac running towards me. “I’m sorry. Darious needed my immediate assistance with a patient he was treating.” He stopped in front of me and bowed, his hand resting over his heart. “I am sorry for leaving my post.” I put my hand on his shoulder and got his immediate attention. “You went to go help someone in need. Do you honestly expect me to be angry you helped someone in… well I assume pain?” He thought again before speaking. He seemed to do that out of habit more than anything. “I expect you to be aggravated I left my post.” “If it was for a good reason why would I have any problem with you doing anything? If it had been for something… unnecessary I probably would have been a little ‘aggravated’ you didn’t tell me anything. But it wasn’t, you went to help someone in need. I’d be more likely to be proud of that… impressed actually.” He looked up at me and straightened. “I shall inform the Princess when next I leave my post. I shall not fail Ma Lady.” I smiled. Something about being called a princess and ma lady made me feel giddy. “I’ll just wait for you next time. I do have a cell phone you know; you can call me or message me if you need to.” “I do not have such a device. They are human machines.” “Well, I live in the human world, having human devices makes sense to me.” he gave me a look, I didn’t like the look. It was pained and almost… pitiful. I didn’t like that look at all. He turned his attention to my Mysterious stranger. “Sky, what is your business here? class started twenty minutes ago.”
“I could ask you the same question Professor Vein.” I flinched. He said the name as if it were a curse. I wanted to turn around and slap him. “I have taken the day off. You on the other hand are skipping classes yet again. That may work for other students but I expect better from a son of Hebe. But my question remains unanswered. What business do you have here?” Isaac’s eyes were practically glowing with anger. I could feel as well as see the tension in his body. I put my hand back on his shoulder and looked in his eyes. “I was watching the fire… and I kind of reached out to touch it. He got my out of the way before that happened.” A look of worry and shock crossed Isaac’s face before he hid all emotion away and looked back to sky. “Thank you young one.” He looked back at me, his eyes locked with mine. “I shall have to keep a closer eye on you.” “Why is touching fire such a bad idea? The worst thing that could happen is getting burnt.” “The worst thing that could happen is your death, not to mention the most likely.” This from sky. “Any form of vampire, including Feedling born or even made Vampire Princess is vulnerable to fire. It is out second greatest enemy.” “And our first greatest enemy is?” “Where did you find this idiot?” Sky asked Isaac. “Surely even my new born sister could answer such questions!” “The sun” Isaac answered, completely ignoring Sky. I turned to face sky and frowned. “I’m sorry if after ten minutes I don’t know everything there is to know about being a vampire. I know myths and legends but I didn’t know they actually fucking existed! I’d seriously appreciate it if you’d back the fuck off and not insult me about something I couldn’t possibly know! I’m smart and learn well if given proper instruction but I’m not able to pluck answers out of peoples minds okay!?!” He froze for a good couple minutes. He seemed so still so lifeless. You could see his brain turning and then it all seemed to click for him. “You called her Princess.” Isaac nodded. “She’s… She’s the new Vampire Princess?” he asked in disbelief. “Why is that so hard to believe?” “You look more like a born vampire.” When I gave him a puzzled look, he smiled and said simply, “Your eyes.” I nodded. “Do you know what an albino is?” I asked. “Yes.” “I was born albino.” He nodded and looked me over a good few minutes. “Interesting.” He turned his attention to sky and turned scary again. “Get to class before I change my mind and contact Principal Blake.” Sky nodded and without another word bolted from the corridor. I sighed. “I almost liked the bastard too.” “Sky is simply rebellious. Feedlings are around this age, I suppose the same could be said for human males.” “Don’t forget about us ladies. Not all of us rebel, but god knows I did. Come to think of it, that’s probably why I’m here now… and not at home.” I shook of the thought. “Doesn’t matter. I would have ended up bleeding no matter where I went that
night. Actually, I prefer what happened here…” I shut my mouth when I realized what I was saying. “Why would my Princess be happy to have her own harem of scars across her body?” “What’s one more scar? Well, a fair few more scars… but still.” I watched as Isaac put it together in his mind. “Who’s been harming Ma Lady?” he asked, his body suddenly ridged with anger. I put my hand on his arm and shook my head. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t do anything about it, no matter who you are.” The thought of watching Isaac pound the crap out of my father was too tempting to even consider. I would love to watch him feel powerless and crumpled; I would love the chance to watch him suffer the way I had suffered. But Isaac wasn’t about to do that, I doubted even he would go as far as to rape my father. If it was the last thing I ever did on earth, I would see him die. Such scum don’t deserve to live among real human beings. They don’t deserve to have such loving people surround them. What gave them the right? What made them better than me? I sighed. There was no point in anything anymore. “Listen, do you think you could take me home some time soon. Not that I’m not grateful, but I really want a shower and my own cloths. A brush would be nice too.” “We have everything you’ll require here within the Academy’s walls.” “I need to go home Isaac.” “This is your home now.” I hook my head. “No Isaac, its not. I have a home, and I have stuff… I don’t know how you really classify a home, but its mine. I’ve always lived there and as far as I know I probably always will.” I shuddered at the thought. “Your family.” Isaac went on high alert and studied my face. “What?” I asked. “Your family, they are the ones causing Ma Lady Harm.” He didn’t ask, but I felt the need to answer. “Yes.” I looked away. “My mother died a long time ago, and I have a little sister. I can’t leave her there with him.” “Him?” “My father.” I sucked in a long shuddering breath. I could feel the sting of tears at the corners of my eyes. “He… He beats us. I take it so my little sister… so she doesn’t have to. And then he… he…” I felt a tear roll down my face. “He what?” Isaacs’s voice was lower, kinder. “He rapes me. He’s never touched my little sister that way, and I’m scared that… I’m scared that if I’m gone he’ll…” I was at the end of my rope. I was shaking and felt warm tears streaking my face. “I don’t want her to know what that’s like.” I looked up at him. “You have to take me back. I won’t leave her there alone; I won’t make her go through that… she won’t have to feel what I felt.” He nodded as if he understood and reluctantly pulled me into his embrace. I crumpled against him and let out the tears. I’d been trying to keep from ever having to tell anyone about that. I didn’t like people’s pity, and now I would surely get it. “We will make sure she’s safe… no one will harm her as long as you are here… we will find a way…” he muttered sweet soothing nothings to me as I slowly calmed down. My hysterics ceased and my eyes stopped its uncomfortable burning. I don’t know why, but I believed him. The way Isaac held me was nothing like my father. My
father made me cringe away in fear. But Isaac… he made me want to stay like that. But I knew I couldn’t, I knew we would have to move away. “What’s the time?” I asked once I pulled out of his embrace. “It would be around Nine PM Sunday night.” I froze. It was Friday when I went out clubbing. “I have to get to my sister now. He could already be… he could have…” he looked me in the eyes and with one firm nod agreed. I wrapped my arms around his neck and hugged him tight. “Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…” “Whatever Ma Lady desires.” He decreed. And with that, we were off.
Being a Vampire Chapter One Part Five Nikita’s Savior
Isaac literally picked me up and ran me out to a sleek black car. I couldn’t tell you what model it was, but then again, what self respecting woman could? I all I knew was that it was big and pretty. He buckled me in and hit the gas before I even knew what was happening. He asked me for the address and I gave it to him. Within three minutes we were there. I got out of the car and ran to the front door. I burst through the mesh screen and saw something that made my stomach flip. Nikita carried around a stuffed teddy bear. The only time she ever let it out of her hands was when she went to school. Other wise it was always attached to her side. But now, there it was. The old brown bears eyes stared at me, lifeless and inanimate. And then… a noticed the blood on the carpet. It wasn’t enough to be fatal, but the blood let me know I was too late. I heard I scream that pulled me from my thoughts. “Help!!!!” the voice screamed again. I heard a slap and ran towards the sounds. I burst through her door and found the most heinous scene I had ever witnessed. “GET THE FUCK OFF HER!!!” I heard myself scream. My father looked up at me his hands still unbuttoning his pants. “This is your fault!” he said. And without another word thrust into her. Nikita screamed wordlessly. She pushed and hit and kicked as he thrust into her. But that just made it more enjoyable for the freak. “No!” I screamed. I tried to pull him off her, and surprisingly, I succeeded. In fact I used such force he flung back and hit the wall. I covered up Nikita and set my eyes on the worthless piece of crap. I walked over to him, his pants undone and eyes in a state of pure shock. “If you ever fucking touch her again I’m going to come back and kill you. If you ever touch anyone under age this way again—” I leaned down and took him between my hands and squeezed him tight, tighter than any man could find pleasurable. “—I’ll rip your fucking cock off!” he let out a scream. Good. I abandoned the worthless piece of crap and went over to Nikita. She was crumpled into the fetal position clutching the blankets to cover her shame as she cried. I smother her face and felt my own tears on my face. I was too late and I failed her. “Shhh… Nikita. Its okay, I’m taking you away from here, somewhere you’ll be safe. He’ll never touch you that way again. No one will, I promise you.” She nodded and
swapped the pillow for my neck. I pulled up her underwear for her and did up her pants. I took her outside without another word to my father, the pig. Isaac was leaning against the car. I handed Nikita to him. “Take care of her until I get back.” “Don’t leave me!” she cried. Into my neck. “I have to pack our things and make sure I can take care of you.” She looked at Isaac and for the first time, I noticed she saw him the same way I did. Intimidating and cold. “He looks scary I know baby. But he’s a big teddy bear, I promise. He’ll take care of you until I get back.” She nodded wordlessly and looked deep into my eyes. “Hurry back.” I pushed her curled behind her ear and handed her over to Isaac. “I promise to take care of the child until your return.” I smiled and nodded, on the verge of balling myself. I ran back into the house and packed as many bags full of clothes as I could. I grabbed everything and anything I thought I could need. I ended up with six bags. I shoved them n the back of the car and started with Nikita’s. She had more things than I did, and once upon a time I would have envied her them. But material things didn’t do you any good when times like these came. All in all it took me half an hour. I even cleaned the blood off teddy and got her favorite ‘My Little Pony’ blanket. She was asleep in the back seat by the time I got to the car for the last time. “Is that everything Princess?” Isaac asked. I sighed and nodded. “Yep, everything I can think of.” Everything the two of us owned was in that car, all our memories… all our dreams. Suddenly, they didn’t seem as important anymore. I pulled the blanket over Nikita and left the Teddy under her arms. She cuddled it to her chest like I knew she would. Even in her dreams she couldn’t resist cuddling up with her teddy underneath the cutest my little pony blanket I’d ever lain eyes on. I got in the front seat without another word and buckled up. “How are you feeling?” Isaac asked when he maneuvered his way behind the steering wheel. “I failed her because I was too late. If I hadn’t gone out that wouldn’t have happened! It’s my fault that happened to her and I’m going to have to live with that for the rest of my life. He hurt her, the same way he hurt me. But I’d endure that every day for the rest of my life if I could turn time back to when all this hadn’t happened. I feel so… useless.” “Princess—” “No. No trying to make me feel better about this Isaac. It is what it is. I failed her, and that’s the end of it. It’s my fault I wasn’t strong for her, I wasn’t there when she needed me most in her life and that’s going to scar the both of us for as long as we live.” He sighed and started the car. “It’s been a hectic day for all of us.” he said. “You could say that again.” “Why?” “Never mind Isaac, never mind.” The drive back to the Academy was longer than the drive to my house, but just as quiet. I listened to the sound of my sisters shuddering breaths and felt the weight of my failure even harsher on my shoulders. He ruined her life, and it was my entire fault. I was going to make sure she recovered as
best she could. She was stronger than any of this. We would be strong together. I’d make sure of it. “This is the Academy.” We pulled into a dirt road surrounded by trees and vines, the kind that made the world look dark and eerie. Despite the lack of light I could make out every leave and its veins, every moss covered rock on the ground and every vine that twisted and turned. And then, a pair of startling red eyes that mimicked my own. I gasped, but then the eyes were gone. Isaac gave me a questioning look. I just shook my head and he returned to concentrating on the rode. I could make out a long high light grey stone wall that seemed to stretch on for Acers at least. We came to a huge black cast Iron gate in the middle of the grey stone wall with the letters SNA on the very top. Some of the wicked green vines had twisted and embodied there way around the cast iron bars on the gate, giving it an old and timely look and adding an atmosphere about the place. I got the sudden impression the school was not a safe place for me or any human. But then again, I had to remember I was no longer a human. The gates opened automatically and the car drove striate on through. Isaac hadn’t seemed to notice the danger signs I had felt coming from this place and he had said we would be safe here. I hoped he was right. The night made the school even more threatening looking than the gates. Torches hovered around the walls. They were not attached to anything but literally hovered above the ground. The Academy was different than I expected. I expected, well, an academy. It was, however, more like a castle than any academic institute I’ve ever seen. Well, with the exception of Hogwarts, but that was fiction! I mean, Hello! Reality check here people! Vampire stereotyping or what? “Umm, what’s with the castle?” “When the institution was founded, this was the latest and greatest form of building around. Most academy’s have moved on as time progresses. But we find SangNoir has become our home. It would be a shame to leave because of an ever changing world.” “You know what, I think your right.” He smiled at me… but I still felt… I don’t know. Something about Isaac made me fear him a way I have never feared any man, including my father. Something about him was dangerous… something about him made me want to jump back in fear and hide myself. But I wouldn’t do that. I was stronger than such fears. I could live through being around him and I would do so with a smile on my face. “I will show you your quarters, though I suppose we shall have to give you new lodgings considering your sisters situation.” I nodded. “I don’t want to be separated from her, not when she needs me like this. I’ll send her to mums when she’s feeling more like herself. But not now when she needs me to be strong for her.” “It takes a brave woman to put the needs of others above her own.” He said. I guess that was Isaacs’s version of approval. “A strong woman maybe, but definitely a stupid one at that.” I said. “Perhaps. But sometimes it is the thought that counts as people say.” “I thought that was to do with gifts.” He smiled ruefully “then think of your strength as your gift to her. You’ll help her overcome this, you can give her your strength and still have enough for yourself.”
He leaned over and took my hand in his. It was cold even to me, and rough, the hands of a laborer. “I have great faith in you.” He said his eyes in perfect line with my own. “That means more than you’ll ever know.” I squeezed his hand and forced myself to smile. “Its nice to know someone believes I can do something.” “You can do anything you set your mind to Princess, just remember who and what you are now.” “That’s just it. I don’t know who I am anymore. I know what I am, but we all know that. The question of what we are… now that is something completely different. I know I am the first Made Vampire Princess in many a millennia, but what does that mean? Does it change me at all? Does the title make a person?” “Of coarse not!” he said sternly. “Then I have no idea who I am, but I am certain of what I am. I think Nikita and I should change our names. I’m different from the person I use to be, and neither Nikita nor I wish to remember our pasts. I think it would do her good to think of herself as a different person.” He nodded. “That makes sense. But wouldn’t it be better for her to work through her problems rather than brush them aside and pretend they didn’t happen? Our pasts mold us into what we are in the present. No man, woman, nor child should be ashamed of what they have come from. Rather, we should all be proud we have accomplished so much after rising from the filths we were born into.” Something told me he wasn’t talking about everyone, or even me and Nikita anymore. “We should, but it doesn’t always work that way.” He sighed. “I suppose you are right Princess. I will show you to your room now.” he got out of the car. I followed and carried Nikita from the back seat. She was still sound-asleep as I followed Isaac into the mysterious castle. But in any case, I was happy she could even think of sleep after what had happened to her. She was tougher than I gave her credit for. I’d have to remember that. No matter what she was put through, at the end of the day, she was happy just for sleep. She was pretty and always liked to have fun. Though, on the inside she was more sensitive and girly than other people knew. She was touch as nails and head strong, but that just made her… Nikita. She was smart and always succeeded in everything she did, whether others approved or not. “She’s like me” I whispered.
Being a Vampire Chapter Two Part One Room shortage
I followed Isaac through many corridors with many different room numbers, up winding stair cases and through several strange looking common rooms. Until finally we came to room 17908, the room I was destined to apparently stay. “There can’t seriously be more than 17986 rooms is there?” I asked. “I’m not sure, but that’s not how the numeric system works.” “Then how does it work.” “The room number is set up into three groups. Level, room number and holding size. This is level 17 room 90 holding size 8 by 6” “How many rooms are there then?” “Each dormitory is made of ten levels and the lower ten are class rooms. There are 100 rooms on each dormitory level and around 40 or so for each class room level. The castle is broken up into three main groups with different name sakes. You have the girls side, or block A. The mid section usually reserved for guests, teachers and headmasters, block B. and the boy’s side, or block C.” he opened the door. The room wasn’t much, but it was a room and that’s all I cared about at the moment. There was a big double bed, built in wardrobe, side table and windows! I hated rooms without windows! I didn’t like to feel closed in; I like to be safe, but not claustrophobic. The floors were carpeted a plain cream that the walls matched. There was a desk in the far corner along with a chair and two bed side tables. There was also a tall lavender door next to the built in wardrobe that matched the door way we were standing in. “The dormitories are not much, but students are aloud to make changes. Well, temporary changes that is.” I nodded. “I think I’ll be grateful for hot water and a warm bed.” He smiled over at me. “I think we can provide that for a Princess.” I smiled back, but my smile wasn’t as impressive, it had been a long few hours. I walked over to the bed, flung the horrible burgundy covers back and lay Nikita in them. She cuddles up with the blankets and her teddy as she always does and didn’t even stir. “She is beautiful when she sleeps.” Isaac said. My smile got that little bit brighter, he was right. She was innocent and more vulnerable than I had ever seen her. She didn’t smile as she slept, she cowered.
“She’s even more beautiful when she smiles.” I whispered. “The she is very much so like her sister.” That got him a smile. I turned away from Nikita and faced Isaac. “Listen, thanks… for everything. I’ve made a lot of mistakes lately; the other night was one of them. If you hadn’t helped me find Nikita… I don’t want to even think about what could have happened to her. He was getting more violent… he could have… he might have…” I got a horrible imagine of whips and chains. I didn’t want to think about what he was capable. What he was doing to us, what he could have been doing to us. “He cant stay out there… he’ll do what he’s done to us to someone else. I don’t want to be responsible for that.” His hand slid under my chin and lifted my face up to meet his. “These things are out of your control Princess. None of what has happened was your fault.” “We think very differently. But none the less, I know if I don’t do anything about it now, then what he does in the future will be my fault.” He sighed and nodded. “Well, there is nothing we can do tonight.” He took my hand in the way you would to escort a wealthy dowager or duchess and smiled. “Would you like a tour of the grounds? Classes have already started, but I believe the office does have some supplies for you.” I nodded. “I have to leave a not for Nikita first.” His smile faltered around the edges. “Of coarse you must Princess.” He walked to the bed side table and pulled a pen and paper from the draw before handing them to me. “I shall await you outside.” I nodded and watched him go. He had a really cute butt I noticed as I watched him go. Without another thought I sat down on the edge of the bed and started to write.
Nikita I’ll be back in a minute. I’ve just gone to take a look around the Academy. Don’t leave the room! There’s hot water and you can have a bath or shower while I’m gone. I’ll bring you back some food.. Your safe here Nikita, no one can hurt you here… no one will dare. I’ll be back soon. Just stay put and I’ll explain everything. I love you baby girl
I didn’t know if she’d do as I asked. But it was worth a try. I left the note on the bedside table and left the room. Isaac was waiting outside with a brave smile and intimidating posture. “Are you ready?” he asked. His brown eyes twinkled; I felt my own face lift. “Sure.” He held out his arm and I looped my own around it, and with that, we were off.
To my relief the girls and guys did have classes together. But more so, they were split into three groups. They royals or up themselves born vamps that thought they were
better than everyone. Blood class, which were a mixture of Vampires and Feedlings. And then the exclusive which were Feedlings only. Everyone seemed to have a lot of problems with getting along. It reminded me off Black’s VS White’s. They were separated at school too, but only at a parent’s request. The middle building wasn’t off limits but you had to have a very special reason for being there. Seemed to me like the teachers liked there privacy even more than the kids did. Standard rules applied for the dorm rooms. No girls were aloud in the guys dorm and vise versa. Feedlings and Vampires were suppose to be within there dorms by 1oam and asleep by 11. Vampires and Feedlings could mix in the dorm rooms after classes or in the common rooms but were to return to there rooms after hours. Isaac didn’t tell me how but he did say that the teachers would automatically know if a girl or guy were in the wrong dorm room. I figured it was the cameras. The classes were split up into groups of 10-40 students depending on what subject the class was studying exactly. The tried to keep the girl to guy ratio at a good 50/50 but considering there were more female vampires than male vampires in the world the ratio was more like 70/30. Isaac taught Defense, English and Society. I was apparently in his English class. I thought that was okay, I mean, I hated English anyway. I might as well distract myself by watching his butt; did I mention he has a really nice butt? Well, if I hadn’t then I have now. Don’t get me wrong, Isaac was scary as all hell, but he was… he was a Hottie with a capital ‘H’! We’d gotten my time table and huge bag of supplies from the front office that looked honestly like any other office, with the exception of floating torches and stone walls. And the pet bat the office attendant, a woman names Natasha kept on her shoulder. That freaked me out a little if I am to be completely honest. I didn’t do well with animals. Dogs and Rodents were okay, but other than that animals gave me the creeps. Isaac had even taken me to the cafeteria and bribed the lunch ladies to let me take food back for Nikita. I ended up with a couple salad roles and packs of chips. That would do as. “Hey Isaac, do I still need to eat?” “As in food?” “Yes, as in food.” “Both Vampires and Feedlings have to consume food. But only the Royal classes seem to have a taste for blood. That is, before they come of age. Then all vampires and royal class vampires develop the taste along with the need.” “Come of age?” “It is the time when a vampires body changes into that of an Adult, the process is similar for Feedlings, though I’ve hear it is much more painful.” “Why is that?” “There is a bigger difference between a feedling and a full grown vampire than there is compared with a born vampire.” “so born vampires are like young vampires that haven’t gone through the change?” “Exactly. When they change they will become of royal class. And when Feedlings change they shall become full grown Vampires, the protector class.”
“Which are you?” I asked. He smiled down at me and let his other hand play with the bracelet on my arm. “I am of the protector class.” He said simply. “The title is fitting. Protector.” His smile brightened and his teeth were bared to me. He didn’t have fangs, but I suppose his canines were sharper than normal. I ran my tongue over my own canines feeling the sudden sharp deadly edge to them. “Ow!” I stopped in my tracks. Isaac whirled around to face me kneeling in front of me. “What is it princess?” he asked. His eyes searching the halls for any immediate danger. “I cut my fucking tongue!” I yelled. I didn’t mean to, it just pissed me off. “Let me see.” I opened my mouth without thinking and showed him. I could smell my own blood, but the scent wasn’t the rustic coppery smell anymore. It was like a fine red wine. Sweet, robust and utterly delectable. I watched Isaac and realized he had frozen in place. He breathing heavily and his nostrils flared. Without another word he launched forward and latched his mouth onto mine. Hs tongue found mine and he literally drank from me. his arms slowly and steadily wrapped their way around my waist, just as mine traveled the length of his chest until they came to join together behind his neck. His tongue lapped at the blood on my own. I nicked his tongue with my teeth and fed from him. He tasted better than the blood laced wine I had ingested when we had first met. His blood popped and sizzled with an unexpected sweetness I had never known in any fruit before. The blood gushed at first, but shortly, both small bloody wounds had closed. Even after our wounds had healed themselves Isaacs mouth was still clasped to mine. His tongue still played with my own without any indication of hesitation. Until slowly he pulled away, breathless as the day he was born. “You taste… wonderful” he whispered. “You don’t taste so bad yourself” I managed to say between breaths. He smiled and gave me one last kiss. “I should get you back to your dormitory Princess.” “And to Nikita.” I whispered. “Okay, lets go.” We linked arms in that same old fashioned gesture and I let him escort me back to my dorm room. When we came to my dorm room he bowed and kissed my hand. “I’ll see you in class tomorrow?” “I look forward to teaching you Princess.” And with that he was gone and I headed back into room 17908. My dorm, our dorm, me and Nikita’s that is.
Being a Vampire Chapter Two Part Two True Lies Are Like Fairy Tales
Nikita was sitting on the end of the bed waiting for me. “I waited for you.” “I noticed.” I said. “I brought you something to eat.” I handed her the sandwiches and chips. “Do you want something to eat?” she asked. How could I eat at a time like this? “I’m not hungry.” “Neither am I.” We stared at each other. She hadn’t had a bath. It looked like she’d been sitting there the whole time I was gone. I broke first and crumpled in front of her. “I’m sorry Nikita baby; I should have been there to stop him. I should have been stronger. I shouldn’t have gone out that night… I wish that I… I… I…” I started to cry, and then she slapped me. My little nine year old sister slapped me. I could feel the imprint of her tiny frail hand on my skin. “Don’t cry! You can’t cry because if you cry then I’ll cry. You’re stronger than me so start bloody acting like it!” She was in tears herself. “You cant cry because of him. if you do, he wins. So don’t cry over that bastard!” she screamed. Something told me she wasn’t talking about me anymore. I pulled her against me, and for the first time in her life, she let me hold her. She even linked her arms around my neck and held on tight. I felt like a koala bears climbing post. But at the moment that’s what I was needed to be. Nikita needed me right now. More than that, she needed me to be strong for her. She crumpled and cried in my arms. It made her look even smaller and fragile than i had ever imagined her being before. “Your right Nikita. He’s a worthless bastard! He doesn’t deserve your tears! I promise you, he’ll die if I have anything to do with it. He won’t hurt anyone anymore. Not you, not me, not anyone ever again!” well, that’s what I wanted to tell her. I wanted to tell her I’d kill the bastard. I wanted to tell her he wouldn’t get away with this again. But the thing was, no matter what my father did… somehow I still loved him. I didn’t even mind the sex all that much anymore. The beatings were horrible, and I’ll admit at times I hated him for it. But he was still my father, and he still loved me. He
didn’t know how much he hurt me, and he always told me he was sorry afterwards. He always apologized… and we’d always have ‘make up sex’ afterwards. I shuddered at the thought, but Nikita didn’t notice. She was still in the middle of teary hysterics. So instead I muttered the same useless things everyone tells you. “its going to be okay… we’ll get through it together… he cant hurt you anymore…” sweet nothings that you cant promise or predict. Life is too erratic to predict anything as a certainty. But I suppose, even lies have some truth to them. And even truth has a lie to it. Nothings one way or the other, except math. But life isn’t a math equation… and if it is what equals happiness? True lies are like fairy tales. You want to believe all the good things can happen and happily ever afters really do come true. You believe that a spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down and every dream you wish comes true. You try so hard to believe its true, and eventually you find comfort in those kinds of fairytales. Not because it’s pretty or truthful… but because it’s a lie. Its fiction and things all ways turn out good in fiction. You can make believe for a little while that things are like that. You like that feeling. So we tell people True lies and let them have that moment of belief. Not because it’s true or because it’s a lie. We do it because it’s kind.
After I’d calmed Nikita down enough that she was docile she had a bath. She ate drank some water and went to sleep. I told her I might go out for a walk, and that was exactly what I intended to do. Today had been too eventful. I needed a walk to clear my mind. I wonder if anyone would have any cigarettes around here. I took out a bottle of dad’s alcohol. Isaac had had all the bags brought to the room during the day by people I assumed were the help or maybe even guards. I’d stuck a note to the door incase she did wake up, just telling her not to leave the room and that she shouldn’t leave the room, no matter what. There was food and a bathroom if she needed it. I brought her books phone and PSP incase she got bored so she had plenty to do if she wanted. I left the room and after getting lost twice I finally found my way out of the building. It was only quarter to three am so it was still plenty dark. I walked outside and into the open clean air. The hovering torches looked beautiful under moonlight. But I remembered not to touch. I took my hand back, not realizing I had ever stretched out my hand to touch the flame, and stroked it. I’d been little over a meter away and yet it still felt so much warmer than the rest of my body. The sound of horse shoes caught my attention. One of those old fashioned enclosed horse drawn carriages. Complete with whipping boy and all. The carriage, horses and whipping boy matched, the pure black theme seemed to darken the space around it. The horses came to an abrupt stop with a whip from the whipping boy. The carriage had stopped right in front of me. The carriage door opened and I couldn’t help but stare. A tall smoking hot piece of vampire stepped out of the carriage. If I hadn’t known better I would have sworn he was albino. His short white blond hair and startling red eyes seemed too… knowing. “Are you going to move or shall I have to do that as well?” the boy asked. “Umm, excuse me?”
“You didn’t open the door, though I assume it is your job. Now I would like to inquire as to whether or not I shall have to remove you from my path.” “Damn well aint you the little rich-boy asshole.” “Excuse me!?!” he asked in alarm. “Shove it where the sun don’t shine buddy. I aint the help, you’d do well to remember that.” he looked me over and then seemed to turn red. “You are of the royal class, my deepest apology’s.” “I’m not one of your stupid royal class bastards! And further more—” “Princess!” I cursed under my breath and turned to see Isaac running towards the two of us. “That is no way to greet a prince. A lesser creature I’ll admit, but such behavior is inexcusable.” “I’m not the one doing the insulting!” I said. “For fuck sake. Look, I’m sorry I snapped. I’ve had a shit day and I didn’t need to feel any lower okay? Forgive me.” “Speak nothing of it.” He bowed to me. he bowed with his arm across his waist like you would on the stage. I didn’t understand the whole bowing thing… but if it’s what they did… “Whom am I having the pleasure of speaking with?” he asked. “Well, it doesn’t seem like it has been much of a pleasure. But none the less, my names Kayla” he looked at me questioningly. “This is the Made Vampire princess, Kayla.” Isaac interrupted. “Wow, didn’t know I have a title.” I said sarcastically. Isaac gave me a rueful smile and stared at the unidentified prince. He was looking at me in shock. His mouth was wide open in a wonderfully beautiful O shape. “You know, you’ll get flies in there if you keep your mouth open like that.” he straitened up and cleared his throat. “It is an honor to humble before you princess.” He said, bowing the same way Isaac did when he bowed to me. “Is the difference in bows a vampire-race-thing, a respect-thing or a rank-thing?” I asked Isaac. “I would say a mixture of all three.” “Thanks for clearing that one up.” I said sarcastically. “You are welcome Princess.” Apparently Isaac didn’t get sarcasm. “My Dearest Princess.” The mysterious stranger started “I’m afraid I am weary from my travels and am in need of much rest. We shall have to continue our discussion some other time.” “Till then.” I said. I gave him a small flirtatious smile and was rewarded with a lift of eyebrows that turned into a slow easy smile. “I shall count the seconds.” He took my hand and kissed it. Leaving his lips on a little longer than necessary and keeping my gaze the entire time. Oh yeah, he was into it. Nice. He turned on his heals and headed into C block. I smiled after him for a minute then turned to Isaac. He didn’t look quiet as happy. actually he looked pissed. “What are you doing out here Princess?” he asked suddenly. Changing his face from angry scary guy to normal uncaring guy. “I came out for a walk and to see if anyone had some cigarettes I could bum” “Excuse me?” I sighed. “Never mind. I was going to take a walk and then that bloody carriage pulled up in front of me and that asshole stepped out and started bitching at me because I didn’t open the door and move out of the way like his servant. Stupid pompous assholes.” I saw a smile tug at Isaacs’s lips before he bowed.
“I must take my leave Princess” “One second. Why were you out here?” I asked. “One must leave each building section to cross into the next. As I was doing so on my way to my own personal quarters I heard your voice. It is not a good idea to start making enemies of Royalty. No matter who you are, or even if you out rank them.” “Who was that guy anyway?” I asked. “Prince Matthew Kensington the third. He comes from one of the Noblest of Royal Vampire families.” He said. “Like that means shit to me.” “It will one day Princess. One day you will be the one to look over all vampires. You shall be queen.” “Say’s you.” “Say’s all those that come before you.” He corrected. “We have waited for the next vampire queen for many a millennia. The council has looked over the vampire world since our last queen died. And now, it is time for a vampire queen to rightly take her place once more.” He smiled at the idea. “And I have the pride of knowing the bringing about of a new queen is my honor.” “Unless I turn out to be a horrible queen. Then it’s your fault. How could I be a queen anyway? I mean, I have no idea about politics; I want nothing to do with them. I hate democrats, tittles piss me off, and I hate gold jewelry unless it’s white gold of coarse… but still, I couldn’t be any worse for the job!” “Believe it or not Princess, there have been and are worse people for the job. There are people who believe the council should stay in ultimate power from now on regardless of your existence, and then there are others who are willing to make sure that’s how this all plays out.” “Honestly, I wouldn’t have a problem with it.” “What if it included your death?” I froze for a moment. “No, not if that included my death. I won’t leave Nikita that easily. I promised her I’d be here for her.” “Is that the only reason you have to stay alive?” he asked skeptically. “Yeah, it is. My mum took off with her new husband two years ago. She’s living in Vegas as a show girl the last time I heard… I haven’t talked to her since then. And then my dad… well you know about my dad. I’m a vampire now, and you’re the only person I know even remotely… with the exception of sky and prince asshole.” Isaac smiled at the nickname. “Humans don’t accept things they don’t understand, so my life in the human world has no relevance to me. Nikita is my only problem now. She is all I’m here for. I’ll never leave her, not as long as she wants me with her that is. Other than that, I have no ties to this world. I doubt I will ever have another tie to this world than her. So I guess it doesn’t matter if I live and die. No one else would be affected and I doubt I’d have a problem with death. Surely heaven is a better place than earth.” “Have you ever been to heaven?” “No.” “Then how could you know what heaven is like. How can you even be certain there is a heaven, and if there is, how are you sure that’s where you’d go?” “I don’t. I don’t know about any of that stuff, no one does. But the point is that I wouldn’t hold a grudge against someone killing me if it was beneficial to the vampire population.”
“Even a meaningless life is worth living. But you have a meaning and a purpose; vampires everywhere need you now more than ever. We are at a cross roads, the time of revelation is at hand. Soon, it will be your choice and your decisions that decide how we reveal ourselves to the world. That is, if you choose to let us reveal ourselves.” “Why me?” I asked. I covered my face with my hands and shook my head. “Why should I have to make these choices?” his hand curled underneath my chin and pulled my face up to look into his eyes. “It’s because you are special my Princess.” His deep brown eyes stared at me, as if he could see through me and into my very soul. I wanted to stare into his eyes forever; I felt lost and found at the same time as I stared into his eyes. I blushed and looked away. “I’m nothing special Isaac. You’ll learn that soon enough. Good night, my protector.” I walked away without another word, and he let me.
Being a Vampire Chapter Two Part Three School of Darkness and Blood (Sang-Noir)
When I woke it was still daylight outside. I showered, dressed primped and all and by the time I was finished it was dark. 7pm to be exact. I felt more than saw Nikita wake. Shit. “Morning.” She said sleepily. “Night” I said. “You slept through the day. I’ve got school now, I think. I’ll bring you up something to eat in a minute then head off. Don’t leave the dorm room.” “Why not?” she asked. I knew that face, that pouty face that said she’ll go and do it if I don’t give her a proper reason. I grabbed the books I’d be needing today and shoved them in my bag. I’d bought it on sale, it was one of those cool rectangular ones with the one long strap that goes across you chest, or though the middle of your chest in my case. It looked kind of like a laptop bag I guess. “Because I don’t know if you’ll be safe. There are things that are worse than dad.” She winced. “Dad wouldn’t kill you.” I said before I closed the door safely behind me. I sighed; she was a handful when she wanted to be. “Princess!” I jumped when Isaac basically materialized in front of me. “Jesus Christ!” I punched his arm and actually made his arm jerk back from the force. “Don’t sneak up on me like that! You scared the crap out of me!” Isaac laughed a rich full sound. A sudden flash of what Isaac and I had done on the corridor played in my mind. What I wouldn’t give to kiss him like that again… I shook the thought from my mind. It was one thing to be having thoughts about your teacher like that, but another to be having them about someone who scares the crap out of you just by standing within a foot of you… who also happens to be way too much older than me. “Are you okay Ma Lady?” he asked, his dark eyes attentive and strictly focused on me. To think most people liked that attention, it gave me the creeps. “Umm, yeah. Yeah, I’m fine Isaac. You scared me something shocking though.” I smiled brightly and leaned back against the door. “What brings you here?” I asked. “You are taking my class are you not?” “That’s where I was heading.” “May I escort the princess?” he asked, holding out his forearm in much the same manner he did yesterday. “Won’t it look slightly… strange if I show up to your class… on your arm?” I asked.
“I do not believe so. But then again, if you would prefer not to touch me—” “That’s not how I mean it!” he smiled. “I’d like very much to touch you again… but I just don’t think it would appear appropriate. It could even look like favoritism on your behalf.” One of his arms came to rest beside my head were I leaned against the door. His body came closer to mine and his face hovered inches away. he pushed a stray curl of my white blond hair behind my ear delicately with his free hand and smiled a smile well known to me. “But I do favor you, Princess.” It was a flirtatious smile. “As flattering and heart warming as that is, I don’t think your other students would feel the same way… at all. Actually, they’d probably think there was something going on between the two of us, something not very teacher and student like.” “If your speaking of what I’m thinking, I would not know whom would be the teacher and whom would be the student.” I felt my hand run the line of his chest and work its way up his neck to cup his face. I was aware of the thick prickly stubble on his face and felt the sunned urge to feel it against the skin on my face. But we were in a corridor, where anyone could walk in on us at anytime. I couldn’t go back into the dorm because my little sister was there, and god knows he couldn’t be late for his own class. “If my sister wasn’t in the dorm, I’d take you in there and see if we could figure out the answer to such a query.” His breathing was thick and heavy across my face, the scent of blood thick enough to taste. It took all my strength not to straddle the scary bastard right there in the hall ways… but I controlled myself and pushed him away from me. “Were going to be late.” I said. With a few seconds of hesitation he transformed back into his soldier like persona and offered me his arm once again. “Princess, if you would be so kind.” I took his arm without hesitation. Well, this was going to be an interesting day. Hopefully, no one would die from embarrassment or become the new center point of gossip. But then again, I already would be. Isaac had done me a huge favor and had the canteen people bring up an arrangement of foods I could keep for Nikita. So, at least she wouldn’t be going hungry. But thanks to that little detour we ended up being the last people to class and therefore everyone saw me walk arm in arm with the teacher. And to make matters worse, there was only one seat left. You guessed it, up the back and in between prince ass-hole and miss up-her-self-Gentry. I took my seat and tried not to pay attention to anything but Isaac. It was easier than I thought. His tight fitting jeans showed off the curve of his perfect ass, and the black skin tight muscle Tee-shirt hugged his abs in the most glorious way. He was so… so… yummy. Isaac couldn’t be summed up in any other word. Glorious and magnificent didn’t work on there own because he was also brilliant, sexy, smart and apparently, completely unaware of it. He was giving a speech on the importance of Shakespeare… but I wasn’t really paying attention. I felt like the only other way I could be more obvious is if I had my mouth open and was drooling on my paper. Yes, after that thought I totally checked to make sure my mouth wasn’t open and I wasn’t drooling. Check and check. I straitened up in my chair and took a look around the room. All the girls both Feedling and Vampire alike were full on had over heels for Mr. Vein. Wow. I recognized
the brunette who had bumped into me in the hallway. Yes, she like the others was totally fixated on Isaac. I couldn’t help but feel… a little jealous. The male vamps and Feedlings all looked the same as any other teenage boy would when they were studying Shakespeare, totally and utterly bored out of their puny little minds. I sighed and settled back into my chair. Luckily at that point the bell went and I had double math upper extended. Yippee. Just because I have the brains to do the subject doesn’t mean I have to enjoy it. Okay, so I kind of enjoyed it. “…That concludes our lesson for today. I look forward to seeing you all again tomorrow. Class dismissed.” Isaac said. I smiled, gathered my books and was unfortunately last to get out. Being in the back row kind of sucks. “One minute High Princess Kayla” I turned around and walked over to his desk. “Yes Professor Vein?” “How have you enjoyed the lesson?” Shit. “Well, to be honest. I don’t really like Shakespeare, but it was interesting.” I glanced over at the door and sighed. “I have to get to class.” He smiled and sauntered over to the wide open door. He closed it, but did not turn to me. “We are alone now.” he said. His voice was low and gruff. It made me bite down on my lips. Why did Isaac make me so nervous? “But not for long. My next class shall be arriving shortly, and you have another lesson to attend.” He turned to me and walked back. My heart thrummed so loud he could probably hear it. His hands came up to my shoulders and slowly entwined themselves in my hair. “I must make this quick” And then he kissed me, a full opened tongue kiss. I melted against him and added my own passion to the kiss. Isaac lifted me up and placed me on his desk, my legs wrapped slowly around his waist pushing his hard erection against my hot core. He grunted into the kiss and pulled away. “Meet me outside after dinner” I didn’t even think. I just nodded slowly and kissed him once more. A slow wet kiss he pulled me off his desk and stepped away just as the first few people started strolling into his class. “Thanks for the help Professor Vein.” “You are welcome High Princess.” I smiled nodded and left without another word. Sigh. I wonder if my other classes would be that… yummy.
Sadly, my next two classes were not as ‘yummy’ as Isaac’s class. * Sad Face *. But math was just like every other math class, boring and easy. I never understood how people couldn’t understand algebra. It was even stranger when they said it was the hardest kind of math, honestly I thought it was easy. And the teacher was a woman. She was pretty and all, but I don’t think perving on her would do the same thing for me as staring at Isaac. Science was science, we were studying chemistry. Simple. And the teacher… well, he wasn’t bad looking. But then again, none of the teachers, or students for that matter were. They were all good looking or drop dead gorgeous… or somewhere in between. I didn’t know where I stood on that scale, but who could really judge them selves anyway? Hell, my ugly could be another persons fetish, actually, it probably is. And now it was the most awkward time possible for me. Lunch. I walked into B black and went to level two and into the cafeteria. The second I walked through the
doors I swear everyone went silent. I swear I’ve never felt more awkward before in my entire life. It was like life suddenly stopped and I was the centre of all attention. The people closest to me stopped immediately and bowed. Some dropped there food and followed by example. The further away the more time it took for people to realize what I had just done. But the weird thing was, what took mere seconds seemed to take hours. I shifted from foot to foot as I looked over the 1.7 thousand students and felt so damn… awkward. This was worse than being ignored. I walked through the crow of people and no one made a noise. Some were breathing heavily, others weren’t breathing at all. And then one head bobbed up out of the crowd. “Evening High Princess” I recognized the boy. “Sky. It’s nice to see you again.” He took my hand and laid a gentle kiss on the back. “You seem to attract an awful lot of attention Princess.” He observed. “You have no idea how much I wish you could just blend in. I didn’t in the human world, I guess it makes sense that I wouldn’t blend in here either.” I sighed. “At least in the human world I didn’t feel this awkward.” People had started He smiled a cheesy lopsided smile and nodded. “Allow me to make it easier for you.” He gestured to a seat next to his own at a table filled with other students. I took a final look around the room and notice no one else had moved an inch. “One sec.” I turned and looked around the room once more. “Rise, Vampires and Feedlings alike.” They rose and all eyes were on me. It felt strangely un-nerving having so many eyes and ears listening to me. “I have no desire for worship or bowing. We are above that. Feedlings should not have to bow to vampires, nor should vampires have to bow to the royal class. Why am I any different than any of you?” Sky moved forward. “You are High Princess Kayla of the Made Vampire Hierarchy, soon to be first Vampire queen in more than Four Millennia. Your word is law, a law all vampires Feedlings and royal class must obey and uphold.” “We swear elegance to Queen Kayla!” the entire room erupted in a startling pledge. “But I don’t want anyone’s elegance!” I rubbed my hand across my forehead and sighed. “I’m not queen yet. I may never become queen.” I heard a few gasps and muffled words between students. “But I know that no one should be made to feel lower than someone else. No one should hovel at the feet of another.” People stared at me questioningly. Probably thinking of my sanity more than anything. “I realize what I say today may be forgotten or over looked tomorrow. But No one who counts themselves as loyal to me will continue these ways! No one will bow at the feet of another. The family you were born into does not make you better than someone else… I should know. I was, until a few days ago, human. And yet you all bow at my feet.” I took in a deep breath and tried not to cry. What I was about to do would be hard enough to admit without crying. “My family is lower than anyone here’s, but I do not regret it. It’s made me stronger than I’ve imagined possible. Those of you who have been born with a silver spoon in your mouths would not know a hard days work from a paper clip.” I got a few giggles from the Feedlings and embarrassed faces from some of the royals, including one very pinkish ‘Prince Asshole’. “But you are no worse off than anyone else. You have connections and people that shall support you through your long lives. But Feedlings are just as important.
Without them where would we be? We would have no servants, no guards no blue collar workers. Without them there would be no vampires or royalty. This is something we cannot fight.” I took in one final deep breath and smiled. “As I said, those of you whom count themselves as loyal to me will no longer insist on being bowed to as a superior. If you choose to bow to someone out of respect and respect alone, then that is your decision and I will not stop you. But if it is something you would prefer not to do, no one loyal to the crown will ever force another to bow.” I felt light headed suddenly and could feel a cold sweat breaking out across my forehead. “G-Go on with your lunch, I have taken up more than enough of your time.” I feel my knee’s buckle and the ground moved quickly to connect with my head. And then, everything went black.
Being a Vampire Chapter Two Part Four Wake Up Call
When I came too I was in a very uncomfortable stiff bed. I opened my eyes and peered around the horrible white sterile room, I was in sick bay. Damn, I hated hospitals… or any form of medical facility. And needles, can’t forget needles. My head still thrummed and ached, my eyes continued to focus and unfocused and I simply couldn’t concentrate. I found myself falling in and out of consciousness over the next few hours. I faintly remember cold hands checking my vitals and frozen lips doing anything but. When I was finally awake enough to see properly I looked around for any sign of life. My search was cut short when I heard a loud almost comedical snore caught my attention. Isaac, I mean, Professor Vein was sitting by my side. He was slumped over a chair in a pose that promised to be most uncomfortable. I took my time trying to get out of the bed; I didn’t want a repeat of the other night. I walked my way over to the sleeping Isaac, Professor Vein and straddled his lap. His eyes snapped open the second I was comfortably in place. “You really should get more sleep you know, and a chair probably wont be all that helpful for you. You could have climbed into the bed with me you know…” I let my mind wander to what kind of possibilities that may have led to. “That could have been a lot of fun…” his hands slid slowly around my waist as his eyes focused and came back to reality. “I’m afraid you’ve caused quiet and uproar. The students seem to be quiet enthralled with your idea of equality. There has been talk of such matters for many years. But no one has done anything about it; some of us doubted they ever would. I must say Princess, you work quickly.” “I do what I can for people who need things done for them. Isn’t that a queen’s job? To make sure her people are being treated and are treating each other properly.” “Indeed it is Princess, but as you have said, you are not yet a queen. I believe few students will disagree with your belief. If anyone, it would be, I believe, among the Nobel royals. ” “This whole ‘different vampire level’ thing is giving me a headache” His hands ran up and down my lower back lightly, feeling the skin beneath the hospital gown. “It gets easier with time.” “I hope so or there’s little chance of me making a good queen for anyone.” He smiled and kissed my lips lightly.
“You shall be a wondrous queen. Men and women will lie down there lives at your feet, your enemy’s will crumple to do your will and once again, vampires shall walk among the living.” He smiled at the prospective future. He seemed so… gloriously triumphant. He glowed with the very thought of it. “I will try.” Then something I hadn’t thought of hit me “Oh Shit! Is Nikita—” “She is safe in her dorm. I even had extra provisions sent up for her enjoyment.” “Enjoyment?” “Not all provisions are food ma lady.” I smiled at that. He was looking out for her… it made me happy. I knew he was aiming to please me more than her, but still…I leaned forward and kissed him slowly. “Thank you.” “You are most welcome Princess” “We need to talk about Nikita.” The sudden change of subject stunned him, I could tell. But none the less, he sighed and nodded. “I am afraid you are right. She cannot stay here indefinitely, and I am afraid… I would prefer not to send her back to her father.” “No one can want that. I refuse to let her go back there.” I said. I didn’t want her to go back, it would be real torture. If I went to the police, that couldn’t do anything. If I went to mum, Nikita wouldn’t be a lot better off. “Surely she has a mother of some sort.” “Not one I can send her to.” He nodded regretfully. “I see. There is little we can do for the moment. Surely, she attends a learning institution.” “Yes, Saint Cecilia’s around the corner actually.” “Well, in the mean times she may attend her institution while we figure out a way to deal with… the situation.” I nodded and tried to comfort myself with that fact. “I want her to be safe Isaac. She has to be safe, I couldn’t live with myself if—” his finger pressed against my lips and she shushed me. “Hush Princess, I promise you I shall do everything in my power to meet your deepest desires. Her happiness and safety is one of them. And at the moment, your highest priority.” He kissed my forehead attentively. “I will make your wish my command Princess. I am at your disposal.” I let my finger play with his collar and smiled. “Is all of you at my disposal.” He smiled an all too knowing and experienced smile. “Every single inch is yours to do with as you wish.” His mouth found mine and I busied myself with his buttons. His hands tactfully undid the back of my hospital robe around the same time I was done unbuttoning his shirt. And then the door swung open. “Fuck.” I rested my head in the bend of his shoulder and hoped I looked clingy. “Afternoon Darious.” “Afternoon Isaac, I see our Newly formed Princess is awake. How is she holding up?” “Just fine thank you.” I said into Isaac neck. He chuckled and rubbed my back. “The Princess is not shy is she?” Darious asked in amusement. “Quite the opposite” he said. “She’s quite the little vixen at heart. I assume she’s just tired. Or perhaps upset you interrupted.” “I suspect you are right.” I shot right up after that.
“You know?” the man before me was white skin, brown hair brown eyes. So, Feedling class. Sigh. “Know what?” I looked from him to Isaac and felt a little embarrassed at the position he’d caught me in. it wasn’t the most lady like look for me. “About… well…” Darious sighed and shifted from foot to foot. “It is only natural for a vampire princess to feel that way about her sire, or at least, so I have heard. All reports I have found suggest all queens become attached to their sires, be it in one way or another. You are still young, and so, I believe your relationship will be physical more than emotional.” I smiled impishly and blushed for all I was worth. “There is no need to be self-conscious when it comes to such matters. All vampires and Feedlings find there intendeds within these years, its only right you should have found love with someone so close to you.” I spared a glance back at Isaac. His face had gone completely neutral, he didn’t seem happy or upset about the fact. Surely you should feel something when speaking of intendeds… shouldn’t you? “How do you feel about this?” “It is my dream and life ambition to serve my Princess in whatever way I am needed.” He kissed my forehead attentively and smiled. “This will be a most enjoyable mission, for the both of us.” “Are-are you happy about it?” I asked. My arms linked around his neck as I scrutinized his face. He was thinking, as he always did. “What I wouldn’t give to see into your mind” I said under a sigh. I didn’t know how I felt about him… I just knew I wanted him to want me. I didn’t know if he didn’t want me, but that didn’t matter. I just wanted him to want me, it sounded selfish and t probably was “I am not happy about this position Princess.” It felt like he just drove a matttruck across my heart and started laughing. I forced my lips into a tight line and nodded. I moved my arms away from his neck and was about to push myself off him when his hands clamped around my arm. “I do not enjoy it princess” he kissed my lips with a depth and passion I’d never felt before in my life. I could feel his erection pressing into my crotch and rocked against it. He groaned and pulled away. “We haven’t gotten the chance to enjoy it yet.” And then we launched into a full on make out session like none I’ve ever before been apart if. He was tender and passionate and yet strong and rugged. He made things low in my body tighten and tingle the way no man had ever moved me before. His hardness pressed against my core, it was strong enough to know he was well built, in every way. My hand stretched down between us and stroked him, causing grunts and moans to rise from deep within his chest. Someone cleared their throat and I froze. I’d completely forgotten about Darious. I turned to the doctor and smile apologetically. “Sorry… I-I forgot.” I turned back to Isaac and kissed him lightly. “Isaac is very good with distraction” he smiled brightly and kissed me again. “That’s not all I am good with Princess.” “I like the sound of that.” “Is her majesty a virgin?” I stopped and snapped my attention back to the tall handsome doctor. “Excuse me?”
“I realize the question is unorthodox, but I am a medical physician. I would prefer to keep her majesty as safe and healthy as possible. I do not believe it is a time for teenage pregnancy.” I smiled over at him and shook my head. “You don’t have to worry about that and I’m not a virgin.” “What do you mean by that?” “I’m not a virgin?” “No, what do you mean ‘you don’t have to worry about that’? it is my job as your general practitioner to ensure such a pregnancy could not—” “And it wont happen. I-I can’t have children anymore.” I looked away from the two of them and suddenly felt very vulnerable. “Please Princess, I believe and explanation is required… if you would be so kind as to provide one.” I crawled off Isaacs lap and sat at the edge of the bed, my legs dangling freely over the edge. “My… my father, he… he umm” Isaac walked his way over to me and took my hand in his. He kissed my cheek and squeezed my hand in his own. “Princess, he will hold nothing against you I promise anything you say now will not leave these four walls.” He kissed my lips lightly and hugged me to his side. “You are safe with me.” “I know.” I took in a deep breath and let it out. “My father molested me when I was young, and until recently, still did. On my twelfth birthday when I started getting my period… he-he got his friend, a medical man, to give me an operation. And now, I can’t have babies.” I took in another deep breath and nodded. “So, I can’t produce an heir… that’s going to be a problem, isn’t it?” I looked from Isaac to The doctor. “It’s nothing we can’t work through Princess. An heir would not be required anyway. Not unless your heir was human, and considering your choice in partner, I doubt that possibility.” Isaac didn’t look to happy about that and in that moment I was sure he wanted children, and that was something I couldn’t give him. I pulled my legs up against my chest. “You want children, don’t you Isaac?” I asked. I wasn’t smiling or frowning, I tried to be as neutral as possible. He looked at me and scrutinized my face. When he decided whatever it was he was trying to decide he gave me one curt nod. “I have wanted children for a long time. But the possibilities of pregnancy are low enough among our species; I have been prepared for this outcome ever since my coming of age. I understand your troubles Princess, and I do not hold them against you.” He knelt in front of me and took my hands in his. “I pledge my loyalty and soul to you for all eternity, as my Princess and my future Queen. From this moment on my life and heart is yours. I shall worship and protect you for the rest of your rein as our beloved Queen, and then so on until the day of my release.” He undid his shirt and discarded it. He was one hell of a glorious sight. His smooth well toned abs rippled and flexed at each small movement. It made my desire for him all the more tense. He took out a small pocket knife and made me jump. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked. He smiled and kissed my hand. “I promise you my Princess it will barely hurt you.” I gritted my teeth and nodded, not questioning a thing he did. He took the small knife and cut a line over his heart. “With blood I bind my body” he took my hand and cut a line through my palm. I made me wince, but the pain
was nothing like I would have experience back when I was human. It didn’t hurt in the same way either. It was a strange flooding stinging sensation “With love” he pressed my bleeding hand to his bleeding wound and causes my gaze “I bind my soul” a rush of heat leapt from my hand throughout my body. It made me gasp in surprise. “What—” “We are joined as Guardian and Queen. I pledged my life to you, and now, my life is your own. I will feel everything you feel, and vise versa. We are connected through body-” he kissed my now healed hand then held it back over his heart. “and soul.” “To think you once told me you would never be tied down to another woman.” “Another woman?” I asked. “I was once married. It was another life time.” “Your not old enough to have live within another life time.” I shook my head and smiled. “But if you tell me its over, I’ll believe you.” He smiled brightly and kissed my lips. “It has been over for a very long time. She’s married now, with two children.” “That’s an accomplishment” “It is.” He smiled “They are beautiful children.” “Are the well off?” “Of coarse, no one among our race would make a vampire child go without. They are few and far between whom would do such a hennas act.” He seemed literally disgusted. I stroked my thumb across his knuckles. “No one would do such a thing.” He nodded and pulled an arm around my shoulders. “Do you feel well enough to go back to school?” “I suppose. But, what happened to me?” I asked. Darious and Isaac looked at each other for a long moment, as if speaking to each other only I couldn’t hear. “What happened to me?” I repeated. “I’m afraid Princess, we do not know. You fainted I suppose, but that only happens to a vampire when she has lacked in her blood intake. Isaac assured me you had drunk the elixir before you left his side, and shared blood before he left you to you sister.” “I haven’t had anything to drink tonight.” I confessed. “That’s probably what’s wrong.” “Yes, You see Princess, Royal Vampires have to drink at least two liters of blood a day or their immune systems begin to fail. Nobel Royal Vampires don’t need to consume food if they choose not too; they can survive on blood, though the blood increases to a minimum of four liters.” “Its like a mini science lecture while I’m in sick bay. Do you think life could get any worse.” “My apologies Princess.” “Don’t be sorry, I’m just sick of school is all.” “I understand Princess. You have enough emotional and Physical wear and tear going on, school just seems to be a hassle.” “You could say that again” and he did.