Dark Angel 2

Downstairs you stand in front or your closet. This isn’t me any more you keep thinking to yourself.

“Need some help?” Miranda asks as she walks into the crypt.

“Oh Miranda there isn’t enough help in the world for me.” You say with a laugh.

“What’s wrong?” She asks as she sits down on the antique Queen Anne style chair in the corner.

“Oh I’m just still trying to adjust to all of this. I’m just afraid of disappointing him.” You state slowly.

“It would be very hard for you to do that my dear.” She says.

“He expects so much and I’m trying so hard.” You reply as you bring your hands up and run them thru your hair.
“Dear you’re just tired. This whole transformation has taken a lot out of you. Take a few days and just rest. The Master will understand. Now come on get changed and into bed.” Miranda says with a laugh.

“You’re treating me like a child here.” You reply softly as you find an old T shirt among your things.

“My dear in many ways you are a child. Is there anything I can get for you? I mean that’s what I’m here for.” Miranda says as she helps you unzip your leather dress.

“Maybe you could find me something different to wear. Most of the things I have I bought for work and well, I’m just not comfortable in them any more. I feel like I need to maybe grow up a little.” You explain as you take your dress off and pull on the T shirt.

“Anything else?” Miranda asks.

“A violin?” You ask with some uncertainty.

“Ah that’s an easy one. Now you need to get some rest. I’ll go take care of my little list here and when you awaken you’ll have some new things to check out.” Miranda says as you start to climb into bed.

Miranda leaves the crypt and heads upstairs to find the master waiting at the top of the steps.

“So is my bride going to be okay?” He asks with real concern in his voice.

“She will. The poor dear is exhausted. Give her a few days before you go taking her out again. Now you need to get downstairs before the poor dear falls asleep. She’s very worried about being a disappointment to you but then you knew that didn’t you?” Miranda asks.

“Yes I knew she was worried. Sometimes when she gets real emotional it’s hard for me to read her thoughts clearly. I’m trying to be patient I really am.. Anyways I should head down there. I don’t like leaving her alone too much.” He replies as he heads over towards the crypt.

“Is there anything you need Master? I’m heading into the city for the Mistress today.” Miranda states.

“No just take care of what she needs.” He says as he opens the door to the crypt and walks downstairs.

“I wondered when you were heading down here.” You say almost half asleep.

“Just had to go over a few things with Miranda.” He says as he slowly undresses and slides under the covers.

He reaches over and gently pulls you over towards him and wraps his arms protectively around you. He nuzzles your neck and then rests his head on yours.

“You’re cold. You didn’t feed enough tonight. ” He states

“I’m fine. That scumbag in the bar left a bad taste in my mouth.” You reply

“Ah yes he was loaded with alcohol. Sorry I wasn’t thinking but you won’t feel any of the effects.. Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks softly.

“I’ll be fine. I’m just adjusting to everything. There’s so many questions floating around in my head.” You reply.

“Questions? Like what?” he inquires.

“Tell me what can hurt me.” You request.

“Nothing, my angel, there is nothing that can ever hurt you. I would never allow it.” He whispers softly in your ear and he pulls you even closer to him.

You close your eyes and fall asleep almost instantly.

Stop it....please stop it.
You look over and begin to hiss.
What have you done?
You hiss again.

With the second hiss he quickly wakes up. He scans the room but isn’t quite satisfied. He slowly moves you to the other side of the bed and slowly climbs out to look around the room. Finally convinced there’s nothing there he heads back to the bed.

I told you to leave me alone you say with a hiss.

“Angel?” He asks uncertain of what exactly you mean.

He looks down noticing your eyes are wide open and red but yet you’re not looking at him.

You’re not putting me in that coffin. You reply.

“I told you I would never put you through that.” He says starting to climb onto the bed.

What have you done to me? You ask this time looking directly at him.

“Love, so now you’re mad at me?” He asks even more confused.

What have you done to me? You ask again.

Finally with that he begins to realize you’re in some kind of dream state. He moves to touch you and you hiss and bare your fangs.

I’m not going in the coffin. There’s no way you can make me.

You begin to put up a fight. He tries to grab your wrists but you rake your nails across his face. Stunned he sits there for a moment before climbing on top of you and pinning you down. You begin to hiss in his face. You reach over and reach his wrist with your mouth. With one swift movement you rip a gaping gash into his wrist and you begin to suck the sweet blood flowing from the wound. Something in the taste of it begins to bring you out of the dream state and you realize you’ve just had one of the worst nightmares you’ve ever had.

You start to shake uncontrollably and can’t seem to catch your breath. You have a sick feeling in your stomach like maybe he had planted that nightmare in your head. Had he tired of you already and this was his way of getting rid of you? Slowly and cautiously he moves to where he is laying beside you. Noticing how angry he looks you turn your head in the opposite direction not able to even look at him.

“What was all that about?” He asks angerly.

You close your eyes and try to calm yourself down. Your breathing is very labored and your pulse is racing.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me. What was all of that about?” He growled.

“I...I...” you start to say through gasps.

He grabs you by the arms and pulls you out of the bed. He roughly pulls you to him so that he is right in your face. You still can not look him in the eyes still in shock from the dream..

“Look at me.” He commands.

You try to look at him but just burst into tears. How do you explain something that you don’t even understand yourself? He uses one hand to grab your throat and forces you to look him in the eyes.

“You think tears will help you? Do you?” He shouts his anger building inside of him.

He moves your head to the side exposing your neck. Roughly he sinks his fangs into your neck. You try to back away but he holds you tightly. You cry out as you feel the blood being to run down your neck completely staining the T shirt you are wearing but the only response you get from him is his hand on the back of your neck. You finally pull away from him thinking he will release you but his fangs leave a large gash in your neck. You fall to the floor and slowly bring yourself to your knees. He grabs you and yanks you to your feet again. He pulls you across the room and opens a door on the other side.

“You can just stay in here for now. I don’t even want to look at you.” He says as he throws you into the room and slams the door behind you.

He curses himself over and over. Why can\'t I be what you want, what you deserve? The fates must be mad to even think I can handle being around such an angel. To think that I can control the monster inside. He thinks to himself.

You land on the floor near a chair. The room is very small and only has a few belongings in it. You crawl over to the corner and wrap your arms around yourself. You just sit there crying because you don’t know what else to do. Hours passed as you sat there huddled in the corner. You feel weak from the loss of blood but there’s no way you could ever sleep. Suddenly the door opens and you don’t even look up.