A little Vampire Story
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Category:
Vampire › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
682
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chapter 2 ~~A New Star
****disclaimer****THIS IS MY OWN STUFF!!!!! NOT ANYONE ELSES!!!! some of my friends have helped me out with a few things but mostly it is my own sooo umm plz no stealing lol leave a comment at the end K!
As soon as I shut the door something jabbed into my side, all I felt was the sharp pain within. I didn’t hear anyone say anything to each other, but I could hear the sounds of there boots and pants, sliding together. I had a knife or something in my side so I could not arrange the events then of what happened next. But I can now for Jeremy has told me {though now knowing I wish he had never bothered to tell me}, the tallest one punched me in the side and then someone named Dagger {how ironic!} stabbed me well over 30 times. I was losing blood every second I was a inch from death, the tall one said “OK now for the finishing touches.” he said with a blood freezing laugh. He kneeled down on all four and started to kiss my body, licking at the blood, finding pleaser in my condition. He then started grabbing my breast as if they where two stress balls. The monster got on his knees and put his hand on my leg working his way up I wanted to scream I wanted to get out of there become a rabbit and run for my life but I couldn’t I know I couldn‘t, he moved his hand in-between my legs and took his damn sweet time removing my panties off my body. He was starting to straddle me, but one of his buddies, who was freaking out saying shit something like “are you sure about this, I’m getting a bad vibe.”
“Sure I’m sure. I going to give this slut the best fucking she has ever had then I going to leave her to die as it is she is about dead! I want this bitches last thought to be my hard cock ripping her apart!! Is that alright with you, you stupid motherfucken asshole, and besides I DIDN‘T ask you!!”
“Alright Boss I just wanted to tell you I don’t like the vibe.”
“What don’t you understand I DO NOT give a FUCK what the vibe is OK!!!“ That is when he did it. This is the only part Jeremy would tell me night I still wish he had not told me anything of that night. From there on I remember after they left. Then they just left me there. Left me to die.
And then I lie there for I don’t know how long. I wasn’t sure if I was dead or just dreaming. I remember thinking that I want to be safe, this is a dream, this isn’t happening to me. But it was.
And then I met Jeremy for the first time.
He was looming over me. I thought he was death for a moment, coming to take me to the afterlife. A dark and morbid presence was soothing me, telling me that it would be over soon.
“Are you God?” I had asked.
“To some,” he had replied.
Through my fading vision hazed red with pain, I caught my first glimpse of my master and maker. He was an angel of death--so pale and smooth. He was graceful in every way. His long black hair fell over his face in strait black strands and his intense cobalt eyes gleamed in the dim light… where was that light coming from??
“I’m going to die…” I cried helplessly. Spitting up blood with every word.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Or no. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Decided what? Decide already…” I sobbed, my ruined body failing me by the minute. Breathing was becoming harder, my heart was struggling to keep up with the wounds.
He took me in his arms and held me kindly. I thought he was trying to comfort me, or worse--do what those twisted people had already done to me. What would a freak like this do with my already crippled form? I was going to die. That was all I could think about.
I was so consumed in agony that the pain came as a slow trickle of water. Then gradually it became a steady flow… then it escalated into a raging cataract. I thought I was in pain before? This was worse tenfold. I cried. I struggled. I trembled. I pleaded to make it end. Blood was gushing out of me and he was lapping it up like a ravenous dog. That’s when I realized what he was.
A vampire. Of all the ways to go out, I was taken out by a fucking vampire! Fictitious! Fantasy! Totally unreal! Bullshit!
This dream was going to kill me , and put me out of my misery. “Kill me, oh god, just kill me!” I begged.
“That’s odd. None of my victims have ever begged for death before…” he mused, ceasing his feast upon my ever fading spirit. “Do you really want death or are you afraid of pain? The pain of life.”
Like I could think at this point. So I said something really stupid.
“What the FUCK are you talking about?!”
He held me in his arms again, tenderly, like a lover would. Like Ash would. “You are very special to me. You are unique in every way. I will be frank with you. I have planned on taking you from the start since you where a baby, but more so ever since I saw you walking down that street all alone three weeks ago.”
Three weeks ago? I can’t remember that far back, never mind.
“I would have killed you then, but then I glanced in your mind and found no mortal thoughts. I found something deep. Something mystical. You fascinated me.
“So I followed you all this time.”
“You… you were in the movie theater,” I murmured through bloodstained lips.
“Yes, that was I,” Jeremy replied. “You of all people intrigued me. Back to the present. Now you begged for death. My victims beg for life, not for death. Do you really want to die, or are you just saying that? Do you really want to thrust yourself into oblivion and squander all that potential? Think of what you might have been if it had not been for those terrifying little bastards who decided to take your life! Don’t worry about them. I have… disposed of them.” This was said with a slight ironic smile. And a hateful voice. He had fed on them too--he destroyed my killers. For this, I somehow sensed that I owed him something. “I don’t want to die…” I cried pitifully. “But what choice do I have? This… is all that’s left of me.”
“Yes, this is true,” Jeremy said. “You feel your soul itching to jump out of your very body.” He was silent for a moment, then smiled. It was a very morbid smile. “I could give you life.”
Life? How precious…
“Don’t let me die…” I pleaded.
“Are you sure you want the life I will give you?” Jeremy asked me slyly.
???????????? (huh?)
“Any life…” I begged, just over a whisper. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“So weak….so weak…” he said softly, stroking my face. His hands were so cold. “So very weak and… delicate. You feel your body shutting down. Little by little. Your already numb in your hands and feet. You cannot feel your face, Victoria. You will not survive this.”
“My… my name…” I croaked. My voice is going… I can’t move… “How do you know my name?”
He just smiled warmly… for a vampire that is. Which is actually kind of luke-warm. But anyway… “I know all about you, my little star. Yes you are my Little Star, you shine so brightly, but you are so far away. You are fading. Make your decision. Now, before I make it for you.” Then, more quietly… “Don’t make me make it for you… Little Star.”
He ended up making my decision for me. I honestly think I died seconds before he saved me. I wasn’t conscious, I know that. All I know was that when I opened my eyes it was night and Jeremy was reciting a poem:
As soon as I shut the door something jabbed into my side, all I felt was the sharp pain within. I didn’t hear anyone say anything to each other, but I could hear the sounds of there boots and pants, sliding together. I had a knife or something in my side so I could not arrange the events then of what happened next. But I can now for Jeremy has told me {though now knowing I wish he had never bothered to tell me}, the tallest one punched me in the side and then someone named Dagger {how ironic!} stabbed me well over 30 times. I was losing blood every second I was a inch from death, the tall one said “OK now for the finishing touches.” he said with a blood freezing laugh. He kneeled down on all four and started to kiss my body, licking at the blood, finding pleaser in my condition. He then started grabbing my breast as if they where two stress balls. The monster got on his knees and put his hand on my leg working his way up I wanted to scream I wanted to get out of there become a rabbit and run for my life but I couldn’t I know I couldn‘t, he moved his hand in-between my legs and took his damn sweet time removing my panties off my body. He was starting to straddle me, but one of his buddies, who was freaking out saying shit something like “are you sure about this, I’m getting a bad vibe.”
“Sure I’m sure. I going to give this slut the best fucking she has ever had then I going to leave her to die as it is she is about dead! I want this bitches last thought to be my hard cock ripping her apart!! Is that alright with you, you stupid motherfucken asshole, and besides I DIDN‘T ask you!!”
“Alright Boss I just wanted to tell you I don’t like the vibe.”
“What don’t you understand I DO NOT give a FUCK what the vibe is OK!!!“ That is when he did it. This is the only part Jeremy would tell me night I still wish he had not told me anything of that night. From there on I remember after they left. Then they just left me there. Left me to die.
And then I lie there for I don’t know how long. I wasn’t sure if I was dead or just dreaming. I remember thinking that I want to be safe, this is a dream, this isn’t happening to me. But it was.
And then I met Jeremy for the first time.
He was looming over me. I thought he was death for a moment, coming to take me to the afterlife. A dark and morbid presence was soothing me, telling me that it would be over soon.
“Are you God?” I had asked.
“To some,” he had replied.
Through my fading vision hazed red with pain, I caught my first glimpse of my master and maker. He was an angel of death--so pale and smooth. He was graceful in every way. His long black hair fell over his face in strait black strands and his intense cobalt eyes gleamed in the dim light… where was that light coming from??
“I’m going to die…” I cried helplessly. Spitting up blood with every word.
“Yes,” he said simply. “Or no. I haven’t decided yet.”
“Decided what? Decide already…” I sobbed, my ruined body failing me by the minute. Breathing was becoming harder, my heart was struggling to keep up with the wounds.
He took me in his arms and held me kindly. I thought he was trying to comfort me, or worse--do what those twisted people had already done to me. What would a freak like this do with my already crippled form? I was going to die. That was all I could think about.
I was so consumed in agony that the pain came as a slow trickle of water. Then gradually it became a steady flow… then it escalated into a raging cataract. I thought I was in pain before? This was worse tenfold. I cried. I struggled. I trembled. I pleaded to make it end. Blood was gushing out of me and he was lapping it up like a ravenous dog. That’s when I realized what he was.
A vampire. Of all the ways to go out, I was taken out by a fucking vampire! Fictitious! Fantasy! Totally unreal! Bullshit!
This dream was going to kill me , and put me out of my misery. “Kill me, oh god, just kill me!” I begged.
“That’s odd. None of my victims have ever begged for death before…” he mused, ceasing his feast upon my ever fading spirit. “Do you really want death or are you afraid of pain? The pain of life.”
Like I could think at this point. So I said something really stupid.
“What the FUCK are you talking about?!”
He held me in his arms again, tenderly, like a lover would. Like Ash would. “You are very special to me. You are unique in every way. I will be frank with you. I have planned on taking you from the start since you where a baby, but more so ever since I saw you walking down that street all alone three weeks ago.”
Three weeks ago? I can’t remember that far back, never mind.
“I would have killed you then, but then I glanced in your mind and found no mortal thoughts. I found something deep. Something mystical. You fascinated me.
“So I followed you all this time.”
“You… you were in the movie theater,” I murmured through bloodstained lips.
“Yes, that was I,” Jeremy replied. “You of all people intrigued me. Back to the present. Now you begged for death. My victims beg for life, not for death. Do you really want to die, or are you just saying that? Do you really want to thrust yourself into oblivion and squander all that potential? Think of what you might have been if it had not been for those terrifying little bastards who decided to take your life! Don’t worry about them. I have… disposed of them.” This was said with a slight ironic smile. And a hateful voice. He had fed on them too--he destroyed my killers. For this, I somehow sensed that I owed him something. “I don’t want to die…” I cried pitifully. “But what choice do I have? This… is all that’s left of me.”
“Yes, this is true,” Jeremy said. “You feel your soul itching to jump out of your very body.” He was silent for a moment, then smiled. It was a very morbid smile. “I could give you life.”
Life? How precious…
“Don’t let me die…” I pleaded.
“Are you sure you want the life I will give you?” Jeremy asked me slyly.
???????????? (huh?)
“Any life…” I begged, just over a whisper. I wasn’t going to last much longer.
“So weak….so weak…” he said softly, stroking my face. His hands were so cold. “So very weak and… delicate. You feel your body shutting down. Little by little. Your already numb in your hands and feet. You cannot feel your face, Victoria. You will not survive this.”
“My… my name…” I croaked. My voice is going… I can’t move… “How do you know my name?”
He just smiled warmly… for a vampire that is. Which is actually kind of luke-warm. But anyway… “I know all about you, my little star. Yes you are my Little Star, you shine so brightly, but you are so far away. You are fading. Make your decision. Now, before I make it for you.” Then, more quietly… “Don’t make me make it for you… Little Star.”
He ended up making my decision for me. I honestly think I died seconds before he saved me. I wasn’t conscious, I know that. All I know was that when I opened my eyes it was night and Jeremy was reciting a poem: