Malicious Valediction

-Completely Drain You-

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“I- I wan- ter go home” she mumbled. She sat in a rather wretched position before the demons feet. Her hair was dark and hung loosely around her face, thrashing at her eyes from time to time as she shook her head in disbelief. Nicholi looked down at her in disgust; she didn’t even put up a fight. Did she really expect her pity to win him over?

The vampire grabbed her by her hair, pulling her up till he could look her in the face, “You had best shut that mouth of yours, darling, before I decide to rip out that little pink tongue of yours”

Cataloná let out a sob as she imagined her body being shredded by the monster holding her up. He licked his lips purposely, in the most provocative manner so she could catch a glimpse at the two pointy evil teeth barely poking out from behind his upper lip.

“Everything’s well, I promise by tomorrow morning you won’t feel a thing.” he whispered as he brought her closer to him, before surprisingly slamming her back down to the floor.

Once her body hit the ground her joints froze, and locked into place. She lay on her back, looking up into the bleak darkness above her, and then she saw him. The devil looked down at her, with a vicious feline smile, showing every perfect tooth in his wickedly, hungry mouth.

In the blink of an eye, he instantly appeared on top of the poor fearful maid, straddling her hips so that she couldn’t breathe too well. When she noticed this, another scream instantly built up in the back of her throat, but it was as though some unseen force clamed it shut, just like it had to freeze her body’s movement.

She looked so beautiful under him; he brought his face so close to her neck he could feel the blood running through those sweet veins. He ran his hand from her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against the cold that was his own.

The entire time he had his hands on her, she cringed, she cried silent tears of dread, but mostly she cried for the life she would never live.

Only 15.

Never kissed.

Never courted.

Never had the pleasure of experiencing the love of a man.

Never had the chance to experience the spoils of a life’s work.

The vampire ran his hand across her round cheek, nails grazing her flesh as to draw droplets of crimson that he would then lick in turn with his wet tongue. Tears continuously fell from her chocolate eyes, as she could only stare at the demon wishing to be anywhere but there. Pleading to Our Holy Lord to let her live another day.

He stopped, bringing his face to hers, white eyes dancing in a sick pleasure, “Sirrah, I’m doing you a favor” he brought his head back down, slowly moving down her body to pause at her neckline, “Who would ever want to marry you? That sad little butcher across your master’s home?”

More tears fell at his hurtful comments, he broke her spirit, and now he would take her life.

“You’re a weepy, old, sordid maid” his cold lips closed in on her neck, the throb of her pulse beckoned him, fangs incising through soft tanned skin, ever so careful as to not sever any major arteries. He was going to have fun with this one.

When he bit down she flinched, feeling her warm blood drip down her neck onto her white maids dress; her life was over, no doubt about it. The vampire didn’t loll on only her neck- he moved down to her chest, but he was never vulgar, up to her chin, but he was never tender.

It was sad how the only thing she could do was lie on the moist ground and wait to die. He did something to her, probably some black magic hex that had paralyzed her, her eyes were the only thing that could move. They darted all across the room, mad like a doe’s in her life’s last struggle, hoping maybe salvation would come to her. But it didn’t. Her arms were the first thing to give way, at first her fingers tingled, then it didn’t feel like anything was there. Then her legs, and suddenly her head grew light, her eyes heavy and then she was at peace. All the pain in the world suddenly struck her in the heart, and then she was happy.

The scent of the fields was sweet, the grass so soft. She was lying in nature’s bed, she was so tired, but she wasn’t ready to close her eyes and go home. Eventually her eyes grew too heavy to keep open, and so she shut them; relieving herself of the burden as the stars overhead lapsed her into a dreamless sleep.


-Gossip-

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Nicholi le Doux

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Leave it to the Irish to talk.

His cold eyes darted from the warm cup of coffee set on the greasy café table before him, to a pair of burly men sitting at the counter on the other side of the shop. They were large, hunched over small saucers of scones and tea, mustaches full of strewn crumbs.

“Did ye’ hear bout’ the lil’ Spanish lassie?” the elder one boomed as he wiped his mustache clean with his sleeve.

This caught the vampire’s attention.

It was but a night ago when he encountered the young Spanish maid, and left her lying in the middle of a wheat field. Perhaps they were speaking of the body that he left there. He wanted to know what the townspeople imagined happened to her, last week the city thought these killings to be some sort of satanic ritual, and then it was a sadistic pervert’s work, now he was quite eager to know what the new speculation was.

The second man pushed aside his plate and squirmed a bit in his seat before taking a deep breath, “Me uncle’s, cousin’s brother- the field they found the child in was his.”

“Eye?”

“Tis’ true, at first they thought she was dead, with all the blood on her body an all” he raised his massive eyebrows and shook his head, “But she wasn’t”

Had the vampire had a working heart, right now it would’ve skipped a beat.
Nicholi got tired of their babbling, because they seemed to be dodging the information he most needed to know.

Where she was.


-Awake in a Dream-

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-Cataloná de Rio-

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The night air played at the drapes, feeding me an eerie aura- this looked like something out of one of my elder brother’s tales. I was frightened to my wits end- what if he came back?

I was back in my bedroom (well the one me and my sibling shared), hiding beneath the thick wool sheets. One of Monsignor Flaught’s harvesters found me soaked with by own blood, lying in the midst of the field.
I didn’t awaken till 9 o’ clock today, and the instant my eyes opened the town priest was breathing down my neck, questioning what had happened. Thank heavens I hadn’t completely lost my mind, or else I would have answered a demon had come to me at the Square.

But that wouldn’t have been very smart.

Why? Because demons only come to those who have displeased them, refused, or failed to do their biddings. Witches receive demon callers, they come to them as they sleep and pilfer their eyes. If I had told him of this demon, I would surely be burned at the stake.

And I was no witch.

“I- it was this man-“, I began, wringing the sheets in anxiety.

The hook-nosed priest interrupted, “With an aura of the 7 hells, teeth as sharp as daggers and hair the color of a burning white fire”

“Err- no” I protested with a whine, “He was tall, Scottish and had a red beard!”

“Is that so?” he got up off the whittled chair by my beside and walked out to the door, blowing the candles out as he left, “May God bless you”

Once he left I could breathe again. To lie to a priest- isn’t that one sure way to be sent directly to hell? It was my life at stake I reasoned. I had already managed to survive being maimed my one of the Devils cohorts, there was no way I’d tie the noose over my own neck.

I managed to sit myself up(with great resistance from a searing pain tearing through my chest and neck) so that I could eat the broth my mother had made me. I looked out the window as I waited for my meal to cool; the night sky was so clear and beautiful. The nightingale outside my bedroom window had begun to croon its melodious hymn, and the trees growing out on the boulevards sides had taken such a liking to the music, that they began to dance. The house was quiet, my mother went to sleep and my brother was out working on some odd construction job. It all seemed so normal.

If it were not for my pains, it would have felt as though none of this had ever happened. I would not cry, I needed to be strong for my mother. She was so weak, her eyes were failing her, and she could barely even walk. If I were to cry, it would surely break her.

I had begun eating the broth, everything seemed well.

It happened in an instant.

A forceful breeze slipped itself through my open window, followed by an eerie silver mist. (I’m stealing this part from Bram Stoker’s Dracula I know, but it’s just so cool!) The film moved at a tormenting speed, inching its way closer to me. At first I only noticed the cold air, with a violent shudder I got up to close the window. The hoary mist pooled around my ankles, tickling at my bare skin.

When I looked down fear lodged itself in every millimeter of my body. The scream that had built itself in the back of my throat found no release, my mouth was once again clamped shut, and my vocal chords frozen.

The vampire was back.

The mist moved up, molding itself up against my back, some snaked past my ear. The fog slowly began to take shape, outline the figure of a man. I clenched my eyes shut; I didn’t want to see him tear me to bits. He ran his nails down my cheek, not applying pressure as he did before. A shudder of repulsion winded down my spine as he leaned his body up against my back.

“Promise you won’t scream, Mademoiselle” he whispered into my ear, resting his clean-shaven chin on my shoulder.

Won’t scream? He had to be jesting. Here I was at the mercy of a vampire’s hands, and he wanted me not to scream? Then again- I was at the mercy of a vampire’s hands, and it would be pretty smart of me not to scream. I jerked my head slightly, and instantly felt the pressure in my throat clear, and whatever bound my lower body undo.

“Good sirrah” he muttered, his hands stroked at my sides, sending me to the edge, my stomach was doing flip-flops, and I felt absolutely like vomiting. The demon pressed himself up against me even more, “May I ask for a request?”

His hands moved up, over my stomach, his hot breath tortured the sensitive skin on my neck, “Do keep in mind Mademoiselle, that if you refuse my demand then I will have no choice but to slit this tender neck of yours”

I tightened my eyes even more, “Yes, I say yes”

His feel on my belly snaked upwards towards my breasts. The demon roughly grabbed my right one, squeezing my supple skin till a light whimper escaped my lips. He nuzzled my neck, all the while fondling my chest, “What if I you just consented yourself to be my personal whore? Would you still agree?”

Perhaps death would be better, so I stayed silent.

“You’d become a slammerkin, feeding off carnal pleasure” his hands slid over my breast again, only this time he was more gentle, “Then as you were to age, these lovely things will begin to sag, and then I would have no choice but to kill you. Unless- you pleased me so well, that I’d feel so unsatisfied without your services. Then-”

He brought his mouth down over my neck, and then gutturally whispered, “- I’d simply have to make you like me.”

No.

“What is it you truly wish of me?” I mumbled. Quickly, I squirmed out of his teasing touch. My head felt light, and my legs like wet noodles, “Out with it demon!”

The vampire looked at me, mocking smile playing at his pink lips, “Let me do this the right way”

“What?”

“Allow me to propose to you the right way”

I stayed silent; I had no clue as to what he was planning. Oh heavens, this demon had me guessing all the way through. One instant he was as vicious as a rabid dog, the other as charming as Casanova.

He was an actor, and the world was his stage. I moved back down on the bed, when my bottom hit the mattress I couldn’t help but let out a breath of relief. A second longer of standing would have made me collapse. I was distraught, and trying to keep myself from hyperventilating.

The vampire didn’t do much to help my situation either. He got down on one knee, brought a slender hand to his breast pocket and brought out a small black box. Ever so slowly, he brought it up to me, popping it open to reveal a ring with one of the most gigantic, sparkling diamonds I had ever seen. Not even the Queen could pride herself in a rock so stunning. In fact, this was the only green diamond I had ever seen. His cold eyes bore into mine, he laughed when he saw my expression.

I was confused beyond words.

“Marry me”

He grabbed my hand, and when I tried to pull it back it hurt. His hold on my wrist was so tight, “What do you want from me?”

“You managed to escape your dark fate once, now just be grateful you’re still living.” he slid the ring onto my wedding finger, “You already agreed, darling, it’d be a shame to break a promise”

I gazed longingly at the rock on my finger; “I’d rather die than marry a cold, animated corpse” I bit back. My words had no anger, I was too stunned. The nausea left, and all I could do was look back at the vampire.

“You could help me greatly; you’d be a great asset” he said without much thought, “You could keep my repute clean by making appearances for me during the day. You could tell these nosy townspeople I’m off on an industry trip in New Britain, or India. With me being gone for days, and appearing at odd hours it just seems rather seedy, doesn’t it? You’d also be able to keep those bitches in heat off of me; somehow they always find a way to sneak into my bedroom.”

I kept silent again. How was I to respond?

He got up off his knees, “You know what I am. I can’t keep you around knowing that you could have my manor burned if you were to ever run your mouth off to that inquisitive Minster”

“You have a manor?” I questioned meekly.

He grinned, “Do you like that mademoiselle? Yes, we’d hardly ever see each other but a few seconds every passing day. Oh, if you think that little trinket on your finger is something, just imagine what else you’d have”

He sat down on the bed; I squirmed a bit as to keep distance from him, “You will not touch me if I go with you”

A cold laughter erupted from him, “Like I’d ever purposely want to touch you! Have you seen the Baron’s daughters! I have had them come to me countless times, and they are women, and oh, the things I could do to them! You are nothing but a little girl with a big chest!”

Something in me flinched. Could I say yes to this callous creature? Well, I’d hardly ever have to see him, and his deal sounded so good!

“What’s your name?” I asked. Hopefully this evil thing would have a name as handsome as his looks.
His gave me a charming smile, “Nicholi le Doux, it is quite charming isn’t it?”

My eyes popped open and my gaze shifted off the pretty rock on my finger, “Marquis le Doux? No way on this green Earth can you be the Marquis!”

“Ah, but I can be, Marchioness le Doux” he teased.

This was too fast.

“I do hope you would anticipate a winter wedding, festivities would take place at Hampton Court. I do hope your family won’t mind the travel.”

My family!

It was as though he read my mind, because he once again began speaking,” Yes, they would receive revenue for loosing their precious daughter to ‘the animated dead’. How’s a nice French villa sound, I’m sure your mother and brother would simply love that”

I was so blown away. How does something this, I don’t know whether you could call it grand, happen to a poor little maid? My mother’s coughing was heard from the next room. I wouldn’t be doing this for me; I’d be doing it for her. So that she could get a good doctor, and the medicine she deserved.

“You’re a smart girl” he hissed. I stared at him with a look of defeat; I bowed my head down in disgust. Could I really go through with this? Before I had a second to object, the vampire flickered, like a blown out candle and was gone.

I went back to the window, shutting it and closed the curtains.

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TBC.

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Okay, well I hope this isn’t going to fast for you, and her reactions aren’t totally fake. I hope I captured the response of a girl who wants to get out of poverty and is willing to marry a vampire as a means of doing so (heh! I’d do it just for the amazing sex!).

Please drop me a line, I wanna here what you’ve got to say –leave a reviewed one & I’ll check out your stories- Just tell me what you have to say.

BTW, I’m going to write another romance, only it’s about a girl and an alien (no not ET, but an uber-hot fantasy one) so when that comes out check it out, please!

Okay, I know you’re like where’s the hot sex? This is Nc-17, right? Yeah it is, patience my dear grasshopper, if you want smut go the Sex/Erotic section. Now if you want smut from my story, just hold on a bit! It’s coming and I can assure you it’s going to be the most detailed, sweaty sex you’ll ever read! Oh I am smut master!

J/K about the smut master part, that can go to whoever made that Runaway story.