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My beloved vampire [chapter 1]

Posted in *Book* with tags , , , , , , , , on 17/03/2017 by Soul Reaper

 

 

Chapter 1

 

The rain was falling hard. I heard it as if it was far away. Maybe because I was lying half-dead somewhere in the woods not far from my parent’s home. I was lying on my face on the wet ground. Among the mud. I felt the smell of dust. Grass. Of blood. And now…of death. My death. My empty eyes went black. My body was cold and I no longer felt the pain. I do not think sorry how I would die. Anyway, my life was not a fairy tale. I was the youngest in the family. I was not smart like my old brother Lucas. Neither was I a beauty like my sister Elizabeth. For my parents I was a nothing. I was pretty sure they would not miss me. They already were unaware of my existence.

My heart slowed its beating. I knew it. Despite everything I had and my regrets. I could not say that I have lived fully. I have never been in love. I have never been loved. Even by my own relatives. As a child, I learned to live like a shadow. I watched others happiness. For myself I was getting only contempt and cold attitude. I never received a warm hug or a smile. I even remember how my brother and sister pretended not to know me. Waving me away as if I was a stray dog. Little by little, I started to feel hatred and contempt for them. I hated that I am part of this family. Come to think… This filthy blood will flow out of my veins…

Probably you wonder how I found myself in this situation. I will explain. After all this was nothing fun. After another dinner at home, I felt mentally exhausted. After I left the room, I heard that they all rejoiced. I felt damn bad. Therefore, I decided to go to clear my mind.

My black cloak enveloped me in a warm hug. It merged me with the darkness. The air was cold and smelled of rain. Soon there would be a storm. That did not stop me. I moved quickly. I do not carry a lantern. I walked away pretty fast. I was careful not to stumble into a fallen branch. I stopped to rest a bit. It was quiet around me. Really quiet. Even the crickets were silent. My stomach knotted. Sudden alarm tightened my chest. I turned and then the unthinkable happened. The arrow came from the darkness. It shocked me and took me almost a minute to realize that the blade sank into my chest. My eyes filled with tears. I choked and fell to the ground. The blade sank deeper. I tried to crawl, but the pain was indescribable. I was lying on my face when the first raindrops began falling. The ground beneath my body was already wet with my blood. With my tears as well. I was dying alone like a dog. And I do not even know why. From where the arrow came? Hunters? No. They would not have gone to the rising storm.

My consciousness came and goes few times. My body grew colder because of blood loss and the rain. Then I thought I heard footsteps. I could not see anything, but I could still hear. Someone was talking, but I could not hear clearly. As I said – I was not myself. I was dying. Then the world around me just disappeared. I was not sure if I am still alive or not.

 

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I was very surprised when I woke up. My body ached and felt weak. Light coming through the window pierced my eyes and made me groan. I blinked and very slowly turned my head. I realized that I was lying in bed. Nothing special, but it felt more comfortable than home. There everything was alien to me. Probably it sounds strange, but it is a fact.

I could not move. I was only able to stare at the ceiling. My chest ached. I remembered what happened. From my eyes flowed with tears. Not sobbed. Just let the tears flow freely. For quite some time I was not crying. From a child I learned that there is no point of tears. I did not move when I heard the door open. But my heart was beating as if it wanted to fly off my chest.

I swallowed hard. I sighed. Then shadow caught my attention. At the end of the room stood a woman who I had not seen before. She was tall and very beautiful. She had long black hair and sea-blue eyes. If you looks carefully enough you will see that she was not so young. She was dressed elegantly. She watched me calmly. Her face did not show emotions. My throat was dry. I could not speak.

-You were lying near the estate of Charles Cunningham. Do you have anything to do with this family?

I opened my mouth to answer, but my mouth went unintelligible sounds. She went to a small table at the end of the room and poured me a glass of water. She helped me to drink. Then repeated the question. I took a breath and slowly explained to her that I was Florencia Cunningham and I am the daughter of Charles… unfortunately. The last part I did not spoke aloud, but my voice betrayed my emotions. I told her that I just went out to get some air. The rest was clear.

There was something that impressed me. She apparently did not like my father.

-How long was I unconscious? – I whispered softly.

-A few days.

My eyes widened in shock. I asked if she knew something, whether they were looking for me. She answered “no.” She did not know if they search for me. Not that I was surprised, but it was still painful. I clenched my hands into fists. I fought the urge to scream. I took a breath and exhale. Nervous laughter left my mouth. My tears betrayed me.

-Damn… Why am I not surprised?

-What do you mean? – The woman asked. – You are his daughter. Soon they will search for you.

-No, they will not. They do not care, even if I disappeared. This place has never been home for me. I share the same blood with these people and nothing more. I do not even know why they hate me.

I looked up and looked at her. I am sure my face was emblazoned pain. The words that I spoke then surprised even me.

-You should not rescue me. You just had to leave me there to die like a dog. For them I am nothing more than a hindrance.

-You speak serious things, girl.

-They are all true. They might be frustrated if I go back. When can I leave?

-You are not prisoner. Go when you can walk.

That was the last thing she said before leaving the room. She left me alone.

 

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The woman was right. Nobody stopped me when I decided to leave. I could still feel the pain in my chest, but at least I could walk. I received only guidance on how to find a way home. I went out from that house early in the morning. Before sunrise. People from this home urged me to do it like that. Not that I object. I do not hurry to go home. There was no one who was waiting for me.

I did not travel on major roadways. There was risk to be attacked by someone was much larger. However, unlike my last walk, this time I was much more careful. Of course, I stopped several times to rest. I had only a little water in itself. I was hungry but I had neither money nor food. Damn it! My stomach has churned much vigor. I had to stop to catch my breath.

Then someone tapped me on the shoulder and I jumped in fright. It turned out that behind me was an elderly woman. She looked poor, but she was not dirty or anything. She smiled at me. My heart was pounding hard. I was sweating. However, I smiled in response. She invited me to rest in her home. I accepted and I did not even know the woman. She lived in a small house. It was really poor, but her house was more comfortable than the one in which I lived. She poured me a little stew and gave me a piece of bread. It was not anything special, but I was ready to accept everything. I was very grateful to her. Then I told her what happened to me. She looked surprised, but only briefly. Then she introduced herself. Her name was Glenda. She did not tell me her family name, but I did not ask. I felt tired and she offered me to rest. I accepted.

I was tired when I went to the little uncomfortable bed. She covered me with a blanket and I sank into slumber. I felt everything around me go in the darkness. At least for a while. Then the darkness was broken by the quiet whisper. Obviously, the older woman was talking to someone. I turned and then pain shot through my chest. My eyes opened wide and I could not catch my breath. My eyes blurred with tears and my hands clutched to my chest. I felt like someone again stuck an arrow in my chest.

Glenda tried to reassure me, but the pain made my body tumbles into bed. I heard how she screams to someone.

-Eric, does not stay there. Come and help me.

-Why are you doing this, Witch? – The voice was deep.

I heard it for a moment, but that voice was like silk. If these few words calmed the pain. I knew it was strange, but it was true. My body stopped shaking and the pain disappeared. I could breathe again. I managed to get up.

-It is better if you do not get up.

-I am feeling better now, ma’am. Thank you for your help. – A slight smile appeared on my face, but did not get to my eyes.

-It is looks like the arrow with which you were injured was smeared with something.

-I think it was not for me. – I whispered.

Then I remembered something. I could not believe it. The woman saw the confused expression on my face and put her hand on my shoulder.

-What do you mean, Flo?

-Before those people to find me… Someone else approached me.

-Really?

-I did not saw who was it, but I heard what he said.

I took a deep breath for a moment, and then I quoted the words of that man.

“Damn! She is human!”That is what he said.

In the woman’s eyes flashed something I could not describe. She got up and went to the other room, which obviously was a man whose name was Eric. They were talking about something and they did not even notice me. At least I thought so until the blue-green eyes of the man not dug into me. My breath stopped. She was so damn beautiful. He looked like someone… That woman. But not only that. He had traits of a man whom I knew well. My father. Impossible. Even I did not… The breath caught in my throat. Tears ran down on my face. I do not look like any of my parents. I have seen pictures of my family members, but we do not look-alike.

The sudden realization prevented me from noticing what was going on around me. I realized it when Glenda shouted:

-Eric, don’t!

But before I could react, he was cornered me against the wall. His eyes were burning in inhumane color. As if there was lightning. His lips protruded two long sharp teeth. He was sniffing my neck. That was not true. He is not a human… I was trembling, but he did not hurt me. Suddenly he growled something in a language I did not understand. A single word: “Mea” (from the Latin. “Mine”). This prompted the woman to pale. I was confused.

-What…?

Eric moved his lips to my ear and whispered: mine. My heart was pounding. I did not understand anything, but for some reason I was excited. For the first time someone acting like that with me. And although he still held me, he definitely not hurt me. Even the fact that in front of me does not stand a human slipped out of my mind.

-Don’t do it, Eric. She is not from our world. You cannot force her. This will put her in danger. You know it.

-Shut up!

-That is why your mother does not let you near the room in which she was healed.

So it is true! That woman is his mother. But how? She does not seem so old. Sensing my thoughts, Eric looked at me in the eyes. His serious expression softened. He pulled me to his hard chest. I did not resisted not because he was obviously stronger, but because something in him already had captured my soul and my heart. I did not know him, but I could not imagine a life without him in it. And that is what scared me to death.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Ace and Brin: Love in the Darkness [chapter 1]

Posted in *Book* with tags , , , , , , , , , , , on 06/09/2016 by Soul Reaper

 

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I do not remember everything that happened to us, but I know one thing for sure: nothing will be as before. I was young and all was blurring, but I remember clearly that at one point everything changed and not for the better. My parents loved all their three children equally. I have an older brother – Evan and younger sister – Amelia. I am the second child – Brin. I do not know why they gave me such a strange name. I do not even think that such name should be given to a girl. Whatever. They, my parents, always had high expectations of Evan. For me he was like a super star. But Amelia was spoiled by all the attention. As for me… Well, I floated downstream. Nobody expected anything from me. They do not spoil me. I would even say that they rarely noticed I was there. For that, little by little I began to hand myself. I was a kid, I felt lonely, and I thought I would grow old and die in this solitude.

One night when I was twelve, I woke up from screams. My mother was angry and upset about something. I slipped out of his warm bed and a slight gasp. I looked at the little scratch on my hand, which was received while trying to pet a dog. No, not a dog. Then I did not know difference between dogs and wolves. Anyway. Quietly I went to the door and got out of my room. In the hallway was dark, so I leaned on the wall. Nobody noticed that I came down and I was standing near the kitchen door. All of them seemed upset. For the first time I saw tears in the eyes of Evan. He was seventeen years old. I do not remember well the words that they exchanged that night but the next morning my mom said to me and Amelia that Evan will not live with us anymore. I remember that day I cried my eyes. I did not want to go to school. I did not want to leave the room or talk to anyone. My brother was my best friend, and now he did not even say goodbye. My heart was broken. Only a child, I knew loss. He was not dead, but… He had chosen to walk away and leave me. Yet I could not hate him. How can I hate someone who I love the most?

 

 

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Then everything became worse. I started dreaming terrible nightmares and swoon. I wake up in the woods covered in mud, grass, and leaves. I do not remember anything. Mom and Dad took me to the doctor and trampled me with drugs. They are not leaves me out of sight. I even remember the strange woman they brought me to. Her house smelled strange. Herbs maybe. She looked at me strangely. They whispered something all the time, but I managed to hear only one phrase from the lips of my mother before she started to cry again. She said: ‘I cannot lose another child because of this nightmare!’

The woman, whose name was Grace McLane gave me a bracelet and told me never to tear it down. She told me that I would feel better and that this trinket will protect me from bad dreams. I believed her. I was drinking and the pills that my parents gave me. They were strict.

The years went by and I did not hear a word of my brother. I prayed for him to be well and happy. Mom and Dad did not even mention his name as if he never existed. Not to mention that Amelia had almost forgotten about him. She did not care. I just thought about him. Even ten years later, I still loved him and thought of him as if none of this had happened.

At the insistence of my parents (Mark and Ellis Grimword) I enrolled in a local college. They did not want me being away from home. Before I thought that they just love me and worry about me, but now I felt that I was more like a prisoner in my own home and they were my guards. Always wanted to know whom I was with and where I go. They knew all my friends. I felt like they were pressing me.

Little by little the paranoia was obsessed me. I was beginning to think that everyone around me was watching me. Spying me. Maybe it was not just my imagination because once Mom and Dad stopped to ask me questions but behaved as if they know everything I do. I started to freak out and I do not like it. They suffocated me. There was nobody to talk about it. There was nowhere to go. I could not escape because they never left me alone. I started to hate my own existence. I just wanted everyone to leave me alone.

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