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improbablenotimpossible) wrote2019-07-19 09:47 am
improbablenotimpossible) wrote2019-07-19 09:47 amDaybreak Black Memories
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improbablenotimpossible) wrote2019-07-19 09:47 am
Being Turned - cw: pain, death?
What little of it there was – there was an uncomfortable, heavy dampness in your lungs, the familiar smell of blood filled your nostrils and came pouring from past your lips, the choking wetness in your throat is blocking your breath and your brain seem to be screaming as your vision continues to blur.
Every nerve screaming and burning, and you wondered how you did not pass out from the sheer agony of it – it was so distracting that you almost did not see the man looming over you.
“Mo-” You choked, gagging as it felt like your words were turning into naught but bubbles into your mouth, as the man’s red eyes widened in surprised than then in recognition – and you realized those eyes are literally red, like blood, glowing like smoldering coals, your brain tried to rebelled at this anatomical impossibility. Warm hands with long, pointed nails pushed your hair from your face, examining your appearance, lips curling back.
Your vision goes black again before you could register what you saw that sent fear down your spine before it returned, and somehow – despite the glistening fangs, the impossible eyes and the unbearable agony of your crippled body, you were calm and detached from it all like you had partaken of the poppy, slowly you craned your neck as far as you could stand to do so, the motion made no sense for you but it just seem like something you should be doing for this stranger.
Without warning, or a moment’s hesitation, his mouth attached themselves to you, the sharp pricks radiating from your throat, your back convulsed as if you were having a fit, your limbs still refusing the move, the animal-like cry you heard was your own voice, whimpering as warmth and life seem to be pulled from every inch of you, your form growing heavy and cold.
He finally spoke with a thick accent your delirious mind could not place, as one of the pointed nails dug into the vein of his wrist. “It seems providence saw fit to present a highly competent man before me to become my helper and servant.”
The next thing you knew, there was that sharp taste, metallic, rich filling your mouth, more blood, blood that you knew that wasn’t your own, that was cold and thick – with a sickly sweet taste that reminded you of a severely overripe, rotting fruit. Yet, despite it being utterly vile, despite your weakness, despite the arrogant smirk on his blood-stained lips, you found yourself suckling and licking at the self-inflicted injury, each drop sending a powerful spark in your head while dulling the burning sensation of your damaged nerves, energy that had been robbed from you slowly returning everywhere even to your previously unresponsive legs.
“Flesh of my flesh, Blood of my blood, kin of my kin…” The vampire smirks down at you as those claws sunk down against your shoulder, pinning you down but before you could question why -
you convulsed, the cold blood now running in your body started to burn, and in the misfires of your mind, you thought you saw your own veins glowing bright right your paper-white skin, your mouth clamps shut so suddenly and so tightly you thought you heard a loud ‘crack’ - your jaw popping and your heart which had been hammering in your chest was sputtering, slowing, starting and stopping growing weaker and weaker as your body writhed from agony until -
Your consciousness finally gave up, giving you the mercy of oblivion.