Want of the Unknown

((This is my FIRST Vampire/erotic/fetish type story, its a work in progress with lots of description, please feel free to leave reviews. Thanks and enjoy))

I don't recall much except a dim lit room lit by candles and the fireplace and one phrase running through my mind, “Judge not who they are but how they pay.” It was cold. I ran out chased by some lustfully endowed man, his scent and his eyes so unique. Chased I ran into the cold winter night, in less than a complete outfit, as the bodice was left behind in the escape. I ran for some time, freezing but the adrenalin kept me moving. Eventually when I thought I was safe I slowed. I grew tired and fatigued. The air blew piercing chills covered in fog, laid with the white out ground of the earlier winter storm. I wandered through the freezing night when suddenly I fell to a sharp pain surging through my body as if venom pierced into my undying soul. I felt as if I fell to a dark cold winter abyss before soon the feeling of rancid pain turned to the numbing yet feeling of warmth dripping down my neck. The lights of life turned black. I woke in a whole new feeling, cold lifeless, yet alive. I felt estranged to the world I once knew strange to this new feeling. I had no idea what had happened. Even the surge of venomous pain seemed to cease. I saw nothing; I heard nothing but the blowing winds of the winter storm taking hold once again. I felt no cold, I felt numb, as if I could be anywhere no matter what the temperature.
After days of wandering in the winter nights, feeling and odd sensation in the daylight, I avoided it. I kept to the shadows, I kept to the nights. The feeling of numbness was assumed to be only one thing, something that I only heard stories of. I had been turned, turned by the mysterious creature of the night; I had been turned into a vampire. My memory of my old life was a blur as if I never existed at all. That world was gone; I had been reborn into a new world. I came across a small town with a castle in the far distance. I walked the night hiding my new numbness of life. I felt the need for something, the smell of blood was so strong in my senses I needed it, wanted it, I felt weak without it. I felt myself growing angry. The craving was like a drug. I had to find it but what was left of my lost soul stopped me only temporarily.
When I walked into this town there were several others who looked at me astonished like they knew me but didn’t. One tall dark individual who wore a midnight black outfit, hiding his face with his black hair, stood out to me. I felt his presence lingering on me no matter where I turned. I felt as if the dark man followed me with his eyes, stayed back, and stalked me. Who was this man?
During the days I found myself sleeping or hiding in the shadows watching and wandering. The mysterious man I saw each night I wandered. I felt myself growing weaker feeling the faint with every step. Earlier during the daylight I caught a glimpse of a reflection of a puddle; once frozen ice, my eyes had grown the color of amber, the color of green existed no more. With the step of the moonlight reflection in my path I fell from the moonlight to the darkest shadows where the moon did not shine. I felt as if I was petrified, crippled in place. I felt like a stiff undead wanderer of the night. I felt nothing until a cool touch contacted my skin. It was cold numb nearly lifeless like myself. I could do nothing. I felt myself lifted with ease with the strength of many. The cool touch was comforting yet I still could not move. I felt my limbs fall to the grace of gravity but the rest of me held tight as if I were floating. I managed to move my head only slightly and caught a glimpse of his eyes, his dark skin; his eyes barely seen in the moonlight showing a glint of amber color. I knew then he was one of me.
He carried my weak and lifeless body for some time. My sense of time was nonexistent. I heard the sound of giant doors and several other voices. I could not decipher any of what was said. I found myself being placed on a soft surface, like that of a bed of a noble life. The voices continued on. I lay where I was placed still unable to decipher what was being said. I still felt crippled stiff and stuck as if frozen in place. It was not a pleasant or painful feeling. It was numb. I heard the footsteps of the mysterious man trail away from me to return several minutes later possibly more. Something was placed on my lips and my head was lifted. The smell and the want were stronger than any drug ever imagined. It was blood it was what I craved for. Before I was able to avoid it or grasp it was poured into my mouth. The sense of a salty taste lingered in my lips on my tongue and the feeling was gracious as it flowed down my throat. I felt myself wanting more and more, drinking mug after mug of it, slowly feeling myself feel more alive in this new state of being. It was if I was being resurrected as I lay there, finding myself beginning to sit up more and more.
I sat up and stared across the room after some time of lying there once I had felt the feeling of resurrection. The man who sat across from me was tall, handsome, muscular, darker skin. He looked as if he had the strength of many men behind him. He sat there not saying a thing, as if he were studying me, or even judging me. His black hair was still slightly over his eyes as I had seen in the nights before, but now I could see more of his face. His face was brilliant in the trickled light in the room. I could see through small windows that the daylight had come. I grimaced with the thoughts of how the daylight made me feel. It made me feel as if something were piercing through my veins. I was glad I was in a secluded room away from the brightness of day. It was as if this man had been watching over me, caring for me, bringing me back to strength all night long.
He continued to say nothing just to look, to watch, it didn’t even bother me. I stood looking around the room and back to him for several more minutes. I was curious as to where I was and who he was but still he said nothing. Suddenly he was by my side reaching out to me, just barely touching, as if by accident, the rose tattoo that stood on my exposed breast in my low cut chemise. I flinched and found myself on the opposite side of the bed nearly bent down at the knees staring up at him as if I were ready to attack. I stared up at him with my amber eyes like I was piercing through him. I felt a surge of anger stream through my veins. I had no idea how I ended up there on the opposite side of the bed or what could cause such a reaction I had no control over. He held out his hand which I backed up from again until finally I came to my senses and saw he was offering me the cup in which I had been drinking from. "You will want this," is all he said still studying me and my every move as if he were ready to stop me in my tracks or absorbed by something more.
I took the cup from him swallowing it quickly wanting nothing but more of what was in that cup. He continued to bring in more as if he had storage of it somewhere. Once he left I wandered around the room now able to move more freely, feeling like my strength was growing more and more. I stood in the shadows by a small table and looked out through window set within the brick of the castle. I had stood pondering trying to get a recollection of the past events I had no memory of when the man came up behind me closer than my reactions could handle, which set me spinning around nearly attacking him to find myself caught in his grasp. His strong grasp, I could not move as he restrained my uncontrollable attacking urge. Holding me tight he had me spun around with my arms in back of me. I felt him towering over me as I was near six feet myself, he stood taller. The scent that set off from him with his cool numb touch that was so undeniably wanting slowly relaxed me. He held me and said "You will learn to control those urges. Your reactions are quite normal for a newborn. You my new one, will gain a strength you never thought could posess any one mortal person control it," he said almost sternly I and looked at him with a thousand questions in my mind.
"Who are you and where am I?" I began standing a distance away pacing back and forth feeling like my growing strength was increasing faster than I could keep up.
"You are in the castle of the Queen Catharina, Vampiress. You have been brought here because you were lost and close to the abyssal world. I am Christian, Elder of the Raven Family. Can you recall who you are?"
I stood for a moment trying to think but failing to come up with anything and I quietly said "no." He looked at me begun to take a step towards me and then stopped himself looking at me and down to my rose tattoo and back up to my eyes, "Until you have recollection of who you are we will call you Rose Red." I did like that name it had an interesting ring to it. I smiled and said okay.
Christian stood looking at me almost as if he were looking right through me, as if he knew exactly how I was feeling. His eyes, I could not take my glance away from, they stood such a brilliant amber color, it was if nothing more mattered and his eyes were the light of the world, the light to the world of darkness in which I had fallen.
I felt his glance, I felt his vibe, I wanted him, yet I didn't. My reactions turned me away from him. There were so many feelings, unidentifiable, confusing, and unclear. I felt as if I were in a daze. He brought my attention back with three words, said ordering and stern, "Come with me."
Without much thought I followed. Christian led me through a large foyer with high ceilings and just a bit of light reaching in from the outside through the tiny windows nearly like holes in the walls. It was dark and probably cold if only I could feel cool. The floors were of the same bricks and cement as the walls. I could hear voices in the distance as I observed all that was around me. Soon we reached a larger room. The floors looked as if they were made with granite and the ceilings made of marble. The room was larger with more lighting entering through stain glass windows. It was a large open space with the exception of large wooden chairs almost as if thrones outlining the walkway to two more chairs, two thrones, where I had assumed were where the King and Queen sat. Christian turned away from me momentarily his eyes no longer trailing me but whispering into another's ear who I did not notice when I entered. The other man left and returned followed by a taller woman, also darker skinned with a brilliant dress on that brought out her amber colored eyes. She wore her hair long, slightly pulled back. It looked as if it were a brownish red color. Her attire, a silk long flowing gown and her place of seating followed by the placing of her crown on her head told me this was the Queen Catharina. She carried the same stern look as Christian but with a feeling of more power and more confidence. She adjusted her seating and looked directly at me and then to Christian, "So this is the girl you speak of Christian?" she asked sternly. "Yes my Queen, this is her who was nearly lost. She has no memory of her past. We have decided to call her Rose Red." The Queen looked deep into my eyes and signaled me forward. I walked forward not really sure what I was supposed to do. She looked at me and then looked at Christian again.
"Christian you will teach her our ways and help her and guide her through this new life until she no longer needs your assistance. Do as you will to welcome her and teach her." With that Queen Catharina stood up smiled just barely at me and walked off. I looked at Christian thinking he didn’t show any reaction to the matter. He had a blank face and simply said, "Come."
I followed not really sure what to think. What is he needed to "teach" me and why did he have to be so mysterious. I walked slowly behind him as he led the way back through the dark halls. Christian led me to a locked room which he unlocked. The big door squeaked as it opened and we entered inside a larger room with a circle of sorts painted on the ground. It looked like it had circles attached together in one big circle, one in the center and some on the sides of the circle. A closer look of it revealed it was a star, one circle on the outside surrounding the star and then smaller circles within each point of the star. I looked around the room to find some chairs along the walls. They looked like smaller versions of the throne in which Queen Catharina sat in. I imagined that these may be for the elders to have meetings in and such.
After a short time of silence Christian finally spoke, "This Rose Red is the Turning hall. The one where those who wish are voluntarily turned, we also have a storage of blood for safety." I looked at him and then around, thinking only of the pain I felt when I was turned, wondering how anyone would voluntarily do such a thing. "You said volunteer?" I looked at him questionably. "Yes," he said sounding stern and as if I offended him. His tone made me tense only slightly. "Now follow me," he said in almost the same tone as before.
We walked out of the room down a darker hall which was attached to the Turning hall. The only light was that of lanterns on the walls. Christian led me down a spiral staircase to another room. The seclusion of this room from the rest of the castle we were going to sent chills running up my spine. Finally we reached this unknown room, entering another locked room. The room had stone floors set in a circular pattern, the walls similar in pattern. The room almost felt like I might imagine a dungeon would look, except for the furniture. There was a bed in one corner of the room covered in red sheets looking to be silk, similar to the one I had been placed on when I arrived but not as soft looking. Across from that were some chairs and a couch. I continued to look spinning around gathering a panoramic image of the room, until I stopped on one peculiar wall. There was little surrounding it the only thing that was near it was what appeared to be an old wooden chest. On that wall were rounded iron rings with the same thing on the floor, looking like they were meant for shackles. I felt my eyes widen, ready to bolt as the room suddenly felt intimidating, mysterious, and dark. I felt my new strength suddenly surge through my body, right as Christian once again came up behind me without warning, sending me in another uncontrollable attacking urge. Still stronger than I, he grabbed me tightly, holding me, preventing me from attacking, as he whispered firmly in my ear, “This is where your room will be for the duration of your training. Your urges, you will control them!” he snapped.
The word training made my gut tighten instantly. Whatever was he talking about training, what ways did the Queen mean when she said “train her how you will.” Before I could sort anything out the strength building inside of me suddenly erupted out of me. I found Christian on the floor and myself on the opposite side of the room. He came in quickly attempting to catch my strike as I tried to get away from him. I could not think clearly at all. I was swinging to push him off. I felt the combination of fear paired with anger. Nothing made sense. I couldn’t truly control anything. He came at me I went at him both of us ending up on the floor opposite of each other with one simple thrust. He looked at me as if my strength grew quicker than he expected. He looked angry, he looked confused, he showed a small hint of fear but it quickly changed to anger. Suddenly in the blink of an eye I found myself cornered up against a wall facing the wall, Christian holding me very tightly with my arms behind me. I struggled but succeeded nothing. I didn’t even understand how I ended up there or how I was even in strength to him and then suddenly weaker against him once again. In his deep gruff threatening voice he said to me as he held me up against the wall, where my check felt the cool damp touch of the bricks, “If you cannot control these urges on your own you will learn to my way!” I perceived his words to sounding even worse, sending me into another rampage but unable to obtain it, finding myself now pinned to the floor. He flipped me on my back holding me down with one hand as he fought to get my boots off with the other. My emotions were so out of control no matter what I could not understand them or reign them back in. I fought him and we rolled back and forth on the cold damp stone floor. I ended finding myself face down with my face nearly forced into the floor. It didn’t hurt but it made me angry sending the impulse to fight into a wild rage. Christian held tight to me not allowing me to move as I felt his cool numb touch pinned against my body. The pheromones he set off were far more powerful than one could truly imagine. The combination of lust and anger kept me pinned down on the floor for several minutes. I hardly remember it, but I remember thrashing and nearly hissing at him. My hands were bound behind me, he lifted me from the ground tossing me onto the bed, my arms still bound behind me from where he somehow managed to grab hold of a rope. I fell to the bed feeling the silk but too uncontrollable to notice the actual comfort of the bed.
Christian took a step back leaving me to lay hands bound and on my stomach on the bed. He glared at me from a distance, nearly looking angry, nearly looking as if he were plotting evil. His amber eyes looked as if they were glowing in the light of a fire. “You will learn here and you will not leave here until you do!,” he snapped as if frustrated in the battle he just dealt with. Still I did not understand I glared and hissed angrily at him as the ropes binding my arms were tied tighter followed by my legs in a hog tie position, “Oh and how do you intend to do that!” I said not really thinking about how anything came out. Before he or I said anything else a fierce strike came down on my backside leaving a sting where it made contact on my ass. I screamed out in a hissing way trying to retaliate again, yet too tightly bound for even a growing strength person to easily get out of. That’s exactly how I was. I was growing in strength with absolutely no control over it or the reactions that followed it. I was tied in this uncomfortable position with the tops of my low cut dress peering out the red rose of my past.”Release me!” I demanded just to feel another strike come down on me. I was lifted off the bed in a quick swift motion and hauled over to the wall that I felt my heart sink when I spotted it. He grabbed part of the rope lifting my arms up shackling me with the ropes to the wall where the iron rings hung. I fought to try to get out but he took a hard grasp on my partially pulled back hair forcing me to instantly freeze in place, which he soon released but I continued to stand still.
“Rose you will learn to control your strength and your anger,” he said more calmly after I was tightly fastened to the iron rings. “You will do this only by reaching your maximum strength and dealing with whatever follows...”he said in the same tone letting himself cut off what he was saying, as he fastened my feet to the rings on the floor. My hands were now tied above my head my feet tied down on the ground where my legs were forced into a partial spread. I was so tightly bound that I could not move and I was sure I would get bruises from the ropes. “Christian! Release me!” I said with a snap of anger. “No Rose, I will not. You cannot control yourself, you will stay that way until we are through,” he said firmly. “You can’t do this!” I said angrier as I tried to pull lose, failing to no avail. He came up behind me once again quickly taking hold of my hair once again, “I can and I will until you are safe to release,” he snapped whispering in my ear. I was angry, yet every time he came closer I felt this feeling of lust I could not decipher. I wanted him and I hated him. I could feel his cool numb muscular body against me, feeling as if I was going to fall into an endless frenzy.


Christian POV (this may end up as another chapter)
I released her hair and took a step back she was the most beautiful new vampire I had ever seen. Her eyes stood out so brightly, I only wondered what color they used to be. They had to be the most brilliant color. She struggled slightly as I stepped back, like she was giving up. I knew this was not the case. Her extreme strength would come in spurts and through anger before she was able to control her feelings. Every time I went in close to her I wanted to take her and hold her, keep her. But I could not she was too dangerous. She had to be trained. The only way for her to control her power of strength was to reach her maximum. I was going to have to force her to submit to my will, it was the only way. I knew it was going to take some time. Her feistiness showed in her every action. It was almost enough to be fun. While forcing her to her max and teaching her to control it I had to control my own urges. Every fist aimed at me, every fight, sent my own strength into an angry frenzy. I could feel it protruding through the gaze of my eyes and I knew she could feel it. What I felt with Rose I could not explain. I had to control the urges, I must. Her long flowing dark copper hair lay so smoothly down her back. The rose she possessed on her left breast was more than noticeable. It brought my attention to her luscious curves of the tops of her breasts. The curves in which I knew I would soon see in full. Rose was not going to submit to this easily. I was willing to put up the fight. Her tan skin and flowing locks of hair made me feel as if I could take her at any moment, fall into her with gracious ease, but this was not the time. She must first learn discipline and control.
I walked over to the wooden chest unlocking it quickly looking to see where to begin. Rose was not my first, nor was she my last, but she was by far the most fascinating and beautiful. My approach closer to her sent her into a hissing furl of anger. Fighting to release herself in her tight bounds I took hold of her pushing myself against her pinning her closer to the wall as she thrust and tried to force me away. I tightened the binds making sure she could not be freed. If she reached her full strength before I was ready I was going to have to call in for reinforcements. It would take two full sized and strong men to hold her back and down, being sure she didn’t fall into a murderous rampage in thirst or in anger, or we may all end up doomed. If she became too out of control she may have to be destroyed. I was not going to let this happen. I knew Rose did not understand any of this but to explain it to her would never pass. She must figure it out on her own in order to gain the control she needed to survive in this world.
With every bit of fight she gave me I felt myself fall closer and closer into the anger in which I had to teach her to control. It was difficult. The lust I felt for her only made it more complicated. I sorted through the chest to pull out a flogger. This was by far one of the worst implements to train but I was running out of time. She was growing in strength faster than I could keep up. Once she grew to her full strength she would stay at that level and be dangerous and angry until she could control it. Once she would level off and some of that strength would be lost forever, but she would still possess the strength of one of us, more than a human, less than a god. “Christian!” she hissed “Let me go!” she yelled. I moved up close to her forcing myself to hold back the lust and focus on the duty at hand. She must learn to control. I would have to force her to reach her max strength slowly. “You will call me Master from here on out!” I said as the frustration inside me built. “NEVER!” she jeered back, once again fighting to be freed. I pulled my arm back landing the flogger flat across her back. She screamed more in anger than in pain. The control it took to maintain myself was torturous for both of us. She pulled trying to move further away. “You will do as I say!” I threatened. “NO!” she shouted back. I sent the flogger down across her back in two quick successions. I watched her strain and twist. I looked into her eyes seeing the demonic anger building swiftly. Behind that anger there was the sight of lust. She was being trained but she was without knowing it enjoying my touch. I was positive that the feelings going through her mind were confusing and furious. I pushed up against her running my hands down her sides feeling her cool touch against my skin. I felt as if I may explode as pheromones and hormones built inside me. I ran my hands through her hair, her mood constantly switching from want of more to fiery. Her eyes were turning a blue showing just what she was. As her anger built and the lust she yearned for, her eyes looked as if they were turning lighter and lighter in color. She was going to need to drink soon. As my hands slid down through her hair and down her arms and sides she fought more and more. I took hold of her skirt pulling it swiftly off of her hearing the sound of the rip as it tore of her. I ran my hands down her low cut chemise down her legs watching her twist and turn in a combination of want and hate. I reached the top of her chemise as she fought she tried to kick. Her newly developed fangs became more apparent as the blue in her eyes became eviler and eviler. I knew she was reaching the point of maximum strength. I tore her chemise off of her body exposing her beautiful tan curves.