the vampires, they walk on water...

Me duele el cuello = I have a pain in my neck.

the prophecy weighed down heavily on her, and Lelia was forced to walk the lengths of her great corridors, pacing and brooding and biting her fingernails to a quick. she was struggling with the lies she had fed her aging guardian over their early supper together, and she wished sincerely that she could take it all back. that she could have leaned on her guardian instead and revealed the appalling truth of what she had finally decided to do. she exhaled heavily, and her deep sigh echoed loudly into the eerie darkness and beyond, bouncing off the dark red-brick walls of her father's castle. the balls of her tiny feet were cramping from walking in her stockinged feet across the cold marble floors, but she persevered in her bewildered pacing, worried that walking in her shoes would have had her guards up in arms, investigating the suspicious noises.
she belittled herself for hiding from the dark master and battled internally with her ever present conscience, knowing that she needed to make this journey to him and soon. she heard a matching sigh ripple through the air and froze. despite the fact that she had been waiting anxiously, expecting that he would come looking for her, she stood rooted still in her stance with her heart lodged in the back of her throat at his shimmering appearance. "the mistress is disturbed... and what has caused this sudden vexation, pray tell?" he seemed to fade in and out of the moonlight, and was almost translucent in parts. he glided softly over to her, towering over her when he finally stopped.

he reached over to her and caressed her cheek. she felt the cold of his fingertips and shivered involuntarily. "i asked you a question, but perhaps you did not hear me Lelia. allow for me to ask you again... what vexes you so?" he whispered menacingly into her ear, and she shivered again. "have you forgotten your promised visitation to me child? hmm... i have been waiting for you ever so patiently and now the wretched dawn is almost upon us. why did i need to come here looking for you, risking the travel across the lake?" she found it hard to breathe now and could feel her pulse jumping in the side of her throat as he wrapped his strong pale fingers around her neck, squeezing her ever so slightly. "i can feel your blood coursing through your veins... are you excited at what is to come Lelia?" his words seem to slither out of him, hovering in the silence between them. she stared wordlessly up at him, her breathing suspended now as she looked unblinkingly into his chilled gray eyes. "come now Lelia, vampire get your tongue?" he laughed inaudibly. "let me see," he ran his fore-finger ever so gently between her lips, leaving her chilled and in an unexpected show of humor, tried to pry her mouth open.
her statue like fear triggered a sudden quickening in his veins and he became impatient to finish what he had committed to.
"enough of these silliness Lelia. shall we begin? all this pointless waiting on my part has just halved our night of mutual beginnings." he cupped his hand under her knees and scooped her up effortlessly, wrapping her warmly into the deep recesses of his cape. she remained soundless and held on to him woodenly as the clouds swirled below them.

Lelia awoke to find herself standing upright in his great hall, watching the moonlight diminish behind the dark clouds that had gathered swiftly, putting a definitive dark chill back into the night's air. she could feel his hard body against her, and realized that she was resting against him. she leaned back into him and murmured, "yes," to the question she heard form gently in the back of her mind, "let us begin now sir, before i lose my conviction." she felt his hand gently sweep her hair off her neck in response. felt his cold fingertips brush up against her. and then she felt him bend her backwards deliberately. she closed her eyes slowly, savoring the stark reality of this moment. remembering her promise to herself, to take this gift of death and rebirth with quiet dignity, she let her arms drop to her side and drew in a deep breath. she felt his arm anchor her around her waist, pinning her unmoving against his broad chest. in a flash he had pulled her hair back violently, making a fist through her long dark tresses. he was sinking his teeth into her neck and she felt his fangs break into her skin. the rush of sudden irrational fear made her urinate and she buckled, falling to her knees. he followed her to the ground, and his teeth were now replaced with his mouth, drinking greedily, and she collapsed in a silent heap at his feet, where he left her to die in her own pool of crimson.

she was thirsty. parched was a better description, and she awoke again only to feel the cold marble slabs against her skin, naked and exposed through her self-torn clothing. she didn't open her eyes, knowing full well it had been 3 long nights, with days of bright fuzziness in-between. she could smell the small animal he had put into her chambers for her. it had been freshly slaughtered and Lelia could still sense its last breaths, as tangibly as if they were her own. her senses were heightened and it hurt her to be able feel what the other creatures of the night were feeling. she willed her dead body to stand, battered and decaying flesh housed a mind still very much alive and perfectly alert to every second of anguish these last few hours had brought to her. excruciating pain and self-inflicted wounds as she had desperately tried to tear the evil blood out of her own veins. in her waning moments of human awareness, she had bled and convulsed for hours at end, shaking uncontrollably as her body turned. and so now finally, she was physically dead.

she threw herself up into the air, jumping to stand on the balls of her feet like an acrobat. she could still smell the animal's paralyzing fear prior to having its neck broken and it made her dizzy with the sheer wanting. she glided over to carcass and dropped to her knees, tearing into the skin with her teeth. she found its jugular and picked it up hungrily, tipping her head back, violently shaking the doe to feel its still warm blood drip down the sides of her face and neck. she ate some of its raw flesh greedily, before throwing the doe hard against the bedroom door. she was beginning to feel a sense of contentment unfurl in her belly and slowly crawled back to her bed, pulling herself off the cold marble floors, she lay down on her filthy sheets and waited for the blood to ease her thirst internally. her skin started to tingle and she looked down in childlike awe at her hands, watching the ashen gray of death transform back to her own light brown colored skin. the back of her hands starting to fill out now and she could feel her flesh rejuvenating. she threw her head back and howled with peals of laughter. and so her rebirth into the realm of the undead, had begun.

~author's note: i have edited this piece now, and am much happier with it.
a fictional piece by amreeth~