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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.
A forceful hand - cw: vampire-murder,
You loathed the man with every inch of your being; you wanted nothing more than to slap that imperious smirk off of those oft-bloodstained lips, to twist his head off with your bare hands and yank out his unbeating heart to dig your nails in to tear it in half – the depth of your violent hatred towards him simultaneously shocks you and gives you relief that you have not been swayed to his sick ways.
But you can do nothing about it, with merely a thought, he could make you dance to whatever whim he has, you’re little more than a marionette to him, and even while you fantasize doing violence against the monster, it also made you sick as if you were thinking of harming your brother, or your beloved in such a way.
You theorize it’s because in a twisted sense, this fiend is your ‘father’ now, the blood in your veins was once his. But you knew better than to expect any kind of paternal kindness from him.
He soon pushes himself off the seat, his scarlet eyes fixed upon you with a look you could not disobey; you did not need to hear a single word to understand his intentions for you – that you were to stay as he went out into Zurich, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
Your head still spinning that only a few days ago you were an ordinary human, but now – you felt that disgusting parched sensation in your throat and a tremble in your fingers that remind you of when you were especially craving the seven percent solution – you were more a creature than a man. Your eyes saw in the darkness as well as you could in the day time – and the smells! If you had such keen senses under very different circumstances, you would have been delighted and thrilled, to be better than you were.
It didn’t take long for him to return, and in his arm was a young man – you would be shocked if he was older than twenty – with a fair face, and clearly swaying as if heavily intoxicated. In a sense you knew the young man was, for your ‘Creator’ had a way of entrancing others, like a cobra causing a mouse to go still by the swaying of its hood.
If your heart could still beat, it would’ve skipped as you realized why he brought this young man to you, as your mouth seems to ache at the scent of his blood. The Vampire pushes the stupefied stranger into a chair opposite you, while you vowed to remain planted in your seat.
Vows weren’t worth anything if again you could be compelled with just a thought. “No…” You whispered, your voice sounding soft, weak to your ears as you rose to your full height, closing the steps between you and the young man. The Vampire smirked at you, watching you in a fashion that reminds you of Roman Emperors watching gladiatorial combat.
“You do need to drink, and having learned of you – a youth would whet your appetite more than a comely lass.” He answered a question you never asked, and the thought that he had somehow went through your thoughts, pulling out your secrets like a man rummaging through his dresser made you sick to your stomach, but not as much as the fact you were now bent over the young man, hearing his steady pulse, your lips pulling back to reveal your own sharp fangs.
Your hunger and his command to partake push you to bite, you were startled by the lack of resistance your fangs met with flesh, or how…
How… wonderful the taste of blood was on your tongue, it was galvanizing, a few drops seem to put new vitality in your entire being, a delicious, almost addictive thrill went down your spine, it was too easy to forget where it came from, to relish in heady, warmth ambrosia but –
A small whimper snaps you back to reality; the young man’s glazed eyes rolling, an expression of pain crossing his face.
No! No! You can’t… you won’t – you won’t be… You still felt that buzzing command in your brain, the taste was addictive, but you had beaten another addiction, you could resist this…!
With a gasp, you withdrew your fangs, instinctively lapping at the wounds you made – somehow knowing that will staunch the flow of blood. But before you could straighten up, a powerful hand seized you by the hair and you cried out as you’re jerked back, staring up into the vampire’s hellfire eyes, his left hand gripping your blood-splattered chin.
You – you actually managed to resist a command of his! You realize with a mix of glee and sheer terror as he tries to force your face against the human’s chest, but you still managed to refuse, no matter how hard he pushes, or how tight his grip was, or how much his will was pressing onto your own.
Suddenly the ground disappeared from under you, the room zoom as you hit the far wall with a grunt, sliding down. As your eyelids start to drop, you caught the furious, hateful glare of your creator, then all you heard was a loud, pained whimper.