Tehferretus
07-12-2008, 08:51 PM
Ok, I am new here, and I hope this is the right section. I've been searching fro readers that give criticism, so please do so! =D
Bodies everywhere, drained of blood. Pale, lifeless eyes stared into the abyss of death. Children foully murdered. Blood, masses upon masses of the thick, sickening fluid. Enough blood to replace an ocean. Two womanish figures stood in the dark, laughing in cold silence with each other. I stood around my families corpse’ and wept hard, waiting for them to come for me. But they just stood there. I screamed at them to kill me, but they wouldn’t move. I cursed them with all my hatred, yet deep down I admired such power.
I awoke with a scream, and bolted upright, my face and chest soaked with a cold sweat. I wiped my face with my hands and looked up, it was passed midnight and there was no way I could get back to sleep after this nightmare. Horrifying scenes of past massacres portraying themselves in my mind. Rogue is my name, and I am fifteen years of age with very shaggy black hair and rather pale skin.
I stood up and stretched my aching limbs, “calm down Rogue,” I said to myself, “it wasn’t real. Eryka and Kyla would have killed you if they found you.”
Every time I had a nightmare of those two, something bad always happened. Eryka and
Kyla were twin vampiresses, and they had a horrible reputation of slaughtering entire villages. I had been forced to hunt them because I was the only able bodied person who could wield a weapon with skill left in my village. All the other were killed in the attack.
A faint snap brought me to my senses. Foot prints in my camp site meant somebody had been watching me. They were smaller than men’s feet and there were two sets. The color drain from my face as it dawned on me, “They were here,” I whispered out loud, with a trembling voice. I did not know what scared me more, the fact they did not kill me, or did not take me away for torture. I packed up my stuff, and set out for the hunt. What did they want? I thought.
Very stupid Rogue! Thought my cowardly voice in my head, just run for it and save yourself! I could not do that. My village had died and I had to avenge them. Slowly I slid out my knives as I entered the forest.
The occasional snap of the twig did not catch my attention, as animals traveled all the time in the forest. That is, until I realized they became deliberate. I followed them subconsciously, leading me away into the forest. Shaking branches and rustling bushes brought me out of my trance. I started to shake, I had no idea where in the forest I was, and judging by the sounds, I was surrounded. I spun in circles, trying to see through the darkness.
“What the hell do you want?!” I yelled out, trying to keep the emotion from my voice. Maybe if I was a real hunter I could have stood steadier, but I was not one, did I could not hide my fear.
“We want you Rogue.” The words were clear as day. I stood motionless, letting the dreaded voice drill itself into my head.
Before I could react, another voice came up behind me, whispering into my ear, “and we shall have you.” A split second later, a sharp pain erupted from my stomach, and I blacked out.
Next thing I knew was pure darkness. I sat up, cursing as I hit my head on something in front of me. My shaking fingers felt around, and determined I was locked in a box. I panicked and screamed for help, but to my dismay the only sound came in the form of giggles.
“Let me out!” I screamed. As expected, they did not let me out.
Thankfully, they had not thoroughly searched me, else they would have found the small blade strapped to my back. Quickly attacking the swiftly assembled bolts, I managed to loosen enough for my escape. Knife at the ready I kicked loose the hinges and sprang into action.
“Oh he’s a clever one isn’t he Kyla? And he’s cute too!” The voice came from behind me, yet I did not dare turn around. The other, apparently Kyla, giggled.
“He looks oh so yummy too. May I have him now, please?”
Eryka giggled, “Wait until sunset sister, we need our sleep. Let’s put Rogue here in a more comfortable coffin, eh?” I closed my eyes in terror, and they glued themselves shut.
“With pleasure, Eryka,” said Kyla. I didn’t even hear her approach, and she eased the knife from my hands, leading me away, not too far to said coffin. She licked my neck, and we both shuddered, me with fear, her with delight. Just as she put me into the box did I dare open my eyes, sadly too late. The lid closed, locking me inside with no means of protection.
“Sleep tight little one,” she said, and then left to sleep the rest of the day away. The hours dragged along as I thought of ways to escape, and then the ways they were going to torture and kill me, whether it would be fast and painless or the more likely slow and very, very painful. Finally after what seemed at lifetime, I managed to fall asleep.
After a few well needed hours of sleep, I was disturbed by life outside. Forgetting where I was, I sat up and smacked my head on the table.
“Shoot!” I yelled out, furiously rubbing my head. It dawned on me what had waked me up, and where I was. Cursing under my breath, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing the lock being fumbled with. I knew it would not fool them, but it was worth a shot.
As soon as my dark prison had opened up, I leapt out. If they were human I might have gotten away, but it was if they knew what was coming. I cleared about an inch away from the coffin before cold hands caught me by the neck and slammed me onto the ground.
She had me by the collar of my shirt as she hauled me upright, hissing into my face menacingly. I froze up with fear, but gasped in surprise. The woman holding me was absolutely beautiful, except for the fact she was about to kill me.
“She looks twenty!” I thought so myself. But it was ten years ago they killed my family. How old was she then? Her skin was flawless, and in the moonlight it glowed like snow. She had light brown straight hair, oddly soothing blue eyes and red lips. Protruding from these lips were dangerously sharp fangs, sparkling in the faded light. She wore leather hunting pants, with a silver belt that jingled very softly when she moved. To complete her attire she had a tightly fitting silk shirt. She was built to dazzle, and to kill. The woman next to her was dressed exactly the same, except she had curly black hair and piercing green eyes. They were twins!
The one holding me brought me closer to her, and instantly I recognized her eager voice to be Kyla. She whispered to me in my ear, “You’re a lucky one child.” The twin, Eryka seeming vanished from view, and I felt soft hands grasp my shoulders tightly. I grimaced at her inhuman grasp.
She licked my neck as Kyla had done the night before and almost squealed, “Sister you were right! He is irresistible!”
My eyes widened in fear, “P-please don’t hurt me!”
Kyla sneered in my face, “Why should we not? You were the one, poorly as it was, hunting us!”
“I still am!” I yelled, struggling in her grasp, “you killed my family and I’m going to kill you!”
My scream weakened, her eyes were so hypnotizing. Even if I had the chance, I probably would not have killed them. It was utterly hopeless.
“Ah yes I remember your family.” She emphasized the ‘your’. “Eryka you remember his family, do you not?”
“I quite well remember, yes.” She said her voice a seductive whisper. “Your family was nothing but trash. They did not deserve such a son as you.”
I struggled to fight her, “Don’t you dare speak of my pare-” I was cut off by Kyla’s fangs flashing dangerously close to me. She nodded for Eryka to continue. Eryka seemed unperturbed by my aggression.
“Your parents were destroying your village long before we did. They killed many of their friends just for wealth! You were too young to realize their tactics of fear and cruelty.
A tear sprang to my eye. “No. They were my parents, they were good people...” I mumbled on as I realized their truth. My parents often came into fortunes when families had “disappeared”.
I was drawn back from my thoughts as the tear on my cheek was licked by Kyla. I looked over pleadingly at Eryka, but I could see the wild hunger in her dazzling eyes. I lost all hope. Kyla took advantage of the opening my neck gave her and dragged her fangs along it. I yelled out in pain and tried to get away. Her grip tightened on me, as did Eryka’s on my shoulders. Fast as lightning the twins sunk their fangs into my neck, the skin breaking easily under their strength.
I screamed in pain and my knees gave out from under me. It was unbearable and I would have fallen, if not for the feeding women attached to my neck. The effect was instant and I could feel the blood rushing from my punctured neck into their mouths. The squealed at the taste of my blood and clutched at me harder. After a long while of screaming I became weak, my vision becoming blurry. I was about to black out when they pulled away, letting me drop to the floor.
I twitched weakly, thoughts buzzing annoyingly in my head, one particular voice spoke out, asking if my life was about to end. I could not even answer.
With one last act of defiance I managed to stand up and forced a slow walk away from them, stumbling with every step. I almost fell again, but Eryka’s hands grabbed me and pulled me into a hug with her sister.
“Please don’t go Rogue! It’ll get better, and we promise to take very good care of you!” They were shaking with excitement, and spoke in alternations, finishing each other's sentence. I do not know what came over me, but something about the situation seemed right. I had nothing to fight for, I had nowhere to go, and aside from the vampirism, I kind of liked them.
“I- I’ll stay.” I whispered. They screamed and the embrace got tighter.
“Smooth move Rogue,” the voice said. I brushed it aside and sat down numbly on the floor, mumbling barely coherently, “need... Sit down... Please.”
Kyla helped me back up and they led me to their room. The room was big, with massive exotic paintings and portraits. The moonlight windows revealed thick, dark purple drapes specially designed to block the sun from the bed at all times.
I felt like I could walk, so I pulled slightly away, whispering my thanks to the twins as I instinctively aimed for the bed. “I’ll just... Lie here... Few minutes.” The ground rushed up at me as I crashed to the hard wood floor. I tasted the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as Kyla rushed forward to help me.
“Oh, you poor baby!” Eryka cried, but I sensed she was amused by my drunken antics.
Kyla giggled too and helped me reach my destination. I could not walk, so she cradled me like a child. I felt safe within her arms, lying on the bed between them. Their voices became distant but I felt a kiss upon my lips and the words, “It’ll get better, we promise.” I then drifted off to a long needed sleep, as my body underwent the healing process.
Deep into the night, I woke up, groggy and with a sore neck. My eyes were bleary, and I felt lightheaded, but I was alive, awake and feeling quite refreshed. My hand instinctively reached to my neck, tenderly rubbing the bruised puncture wounds. Ravenous hunger clawed at my stomach as I sat up. I left the room to explore the house, which was deserted. Hopefully food would present itself on my journey.
In the dining room, I found some food prepared on the hand carved table. I ate it with renowned vigor, before noticing they had left me a note. My family was not known for its literacy, but I still made out that they wanted me to come to a certain room in the house. The paper smelled oddly sweet, and the handwriting was perfectly written, like that of a professional scribe.
Following the map, although several times I mistook left for right and vice versa, I finally reached my destination room. I gasped when I opened the door. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever seen such beautiful blades. It was the houses armory, but it was prepped as if it was a museum.
“Think fast!” I heard, as a glint of silver flew into my view. Smirking, I caught a dagger with ease, giving it a fancy twirl before settling it in the palm of my hand.
“Good morning to you too,” said Eryka. I chuckled and twiddled the thin blade again. Somehow, the knife made me feel protected from what I still presumed Eryka and Kyla to be, monsters.
A sudden realization dawned upon me as I scanned my blade over. I had a knife, and they didn’t. There was a small span of space between me and Kyla, and even more between her and the wall of deadly trinkets. My fear surfaced in my head, telling me to charge her and thrust the blade into her wretched heart.
Faster than a mongoose, I ran at her. Three feet, two feet, once foot away. I gripped the blade tighter and slashed at her heart, but she wasn’t there. It was as if I blinked and she vanished. I stopped my assault on my invisible captor, breathing lightly as I scanned the room. Eryka’s eyes showed anger and slight sadness, but she was unmoving across the room.
A sharp pain erupted from my back. I yelled out and swung, but there was nothing there. My hand automatically moved to my back, and felt a little wetness back there. Another sharp sting landed upon my arm, my leg and my cheek. I cried out in pain and frustration at my unhittable assailant.
“Show yourself and fight me!” I screamed. I swung wildly, but only resulted in a long gash on my side. I flinched and dropped to a knee, blood trickling in a delta of creeks on my body. Several more cuts were inflicted into my body before I fell onto my chest, writhing silently in pain.
Before I could pass out, Kyla pressed her boot onto my back, kneeled down and pulled my head up gently, “Never do that again,” She said coldly. I looked at her harshly, but nodded. She smiled and kissed the cheek she hadn’t cut.
Eryka came over after Kyla got up, and the both supported me to their bedroom. I stumbled some of the way by myself, but I was slowly losing too much blood to be stable. They put me into a chair, and rubbed some sweet smelling goo on my crimson skin.
I made to get up, but Eryka shoved me down again, “You best let us take care of you sweet heart. Last night you fell over when you tried to walk, remember?”
I snorted, “So wouldn’t it be better not to keep me in this state?”
She shrugged, “You chose to stay. You are ours now, and we like to keep what we own close. Soon enough you won’t need to be sedated every night. Living safe will let your mind at ease.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but closed it. She was right, and they had won me. As much as I did not want to believe it, deep down I knew I was going to love it here.
A wave of nausea came over me and I instinctively put my hands over my head. As soon as the wave passed, I gently shook my head. Kyla looked at me coldly again, but I could see it in her eyes what she did was what she had to.
I started to stand up, and gently pushed away Eryka as she made a fuss about me passing out again. I walked over to the bed, and fell right into it. I sighed, relaxing in the cozy pillows and blankets. Before I closed my eyes, Eryka and Kyla seized both of my wrists. I jumped, and trying to wretch my arms away from them.
“Get off me!” I snarled at them. The both laughed at my futile attempt to escape.
“This is our insurance for the night,” They said in unison. I heard the clank of metal, and felt the cold fear of shackles upon my wrists, both arms attached to both twins.
“I’m so screwed.” I muttered under my breath.
“Yes, you very much are,” They giggled out.
I felt scared and vulnerable, detached from society and my weapons. The chains rattled lightly around me as my hands shook feverishly, my eyes twitching from side to side as the twins settled around me.
“Stop shaking little one,” Eryka chided softly, “She has a very soft spot for you. Never would she dare hurting you too badly.”
I thought I heard a muffled laugh to the other side of me. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, turning my knuckles white. The effort couldn’t last, and my hands rattled the chains even louder.
“You aren’t all that brave, are you Rogue?” Kyla asked. I turned to her and scowled, once more gripping the sheets. This time, though, it was so I didn’t try (and probably fail) hitting her.
“You just tortured me!” I cried out in outrage, “What do you expect?!” I tried sitting up, but they yanked me back down. “How would you act in the presence of creatures who shouldn’t exist in the first place?!”
I heard two soft clinks, and the chains fell away, “If you feel that way, you are free to go then. But remember you will always be welcome here,” They said. Their voices were filled to the brim with sorrow as I ran out the door. Something deep down inside told me that wasn’t where it would end.
By the end of the night, as the sun rose, I was miserable. Everybody who I tried to get help from saw the bite marks on my neck. I was “a bad omen” to them. One guy even brandished a spear at me, saying I would eat his family. I made a grave mistake leaving. I wasn’t safe out here yet. Still, I would not go back. I was too stubborn to admit I was better off with them.
After several days of living on the outskirts of town, eating garbage and small animals, I collapsed from exhaustion. I propped myself up against a tree, praying the wolves in the forest would not smell me and come investigating. For a few hours, I closed my eyes to sleep. The rest was heavenly, and I awoke, almost able to get back up. The bottoms of my pants were a deep red color, and I pulled them up to reveal an ugly cut.
“What the hell?” I asked bewildered. I did not remember becoming wounded. I came to the conclusion I was scratched or bitten while asleep. I had to get moving before something worse happened.
As I began to stand, excruciating pain ripped through my leg. I screamed out in agony and dropped onto my back, clutching my leg. Within the next few hours, I was a wreck. I hadn’t eaten, my leg felt terrible, and I was parched with thirst.
Several times, I had passed out, and awoke to nothingness, only to fade away again. Only it was one time, I awoke and my leg was bandaged. It was a small bandage, showing me the cut was only deep, not long.
I smiled, and passed out once more. This time, when I awoke, I felt if I pass out again, that would be it. My head lolled on the tree, and a hand became entwined with mine.
“Oh Rogue, why did you torture us so?” Kyla said sadly.
I shrugged my shoulders weakly as Eryka appeared to the other side of me. Both hugged me tightly, apologizing for letting me go so long.
As a joke, I decided to say, “I think I have decided to return to you.”
They laughed through their tears and I passed out again.
I woke up just as sunset befell the land, and darkness took hold. I was back in the bed. I bolted upright, to hear the familiar jingle of chains attached to my left wrist. For a minute I thought it was all a dream, until a slight burning sensation crept up my leg. My right arm was free, and Kyla was up and about. My left arm was chained to a slumbering Eryka.
I rubbed my eyes and peeked at her nervously. Her needle sharp fangs poked out from her upper lip, and her pale skin seemed to glimmer with the essence of power. I tilted my head, and jumped as her stomach growled lightly.
I shook my head and grimaced, lying back down to sleep some more. Surprisingly, it was a peaceful slumber, only disrupted once when Eryka rolled over, almost dragging me off of the bed.
When I awoke once more, I was immediately attacked by ravenous hunger. It had been days since I had last eaten decently. A plate of meat, cooked crudely sat across the room. Eryka had gone, and my bonds were free. I almost dove onto the food, eating voraciously until nothing but the blood of the meat stoop on the plate. I sat back down on the bed, grumbling to myself on how I ate too fast.
A sly giggle pierced the silence of the room as Kyla seemingly walked out of the wall, “Mmm, nothing smells better than fresh meat in the evening.”
A similar laugh followed, “Oh I agree, darling sister.” The words were whispered directly in my ear by Eryka, who had snuck up on me.
This is all I have typed so far.. much much more to be typed up.
Bodies everywhere, drained of blood. Pale, lifeless eyes stared into the abyss of death. Children foully murdered. Blood, masses upon masses of the thick, sickening fluid. Enough blood to replace an ocean. Two womanish figures stood in the dark, laughing in cold silence with each other. I stood around my families corpse’ and wept hard, waiting for them to come for me. But they just stood there. I screamed at them to kill me, but they wouldn’t move. I cursed them with all my hatred, yet deep down I admired such power.
I awoke with a scream, and bolted upright, my face and chest soaked with a cold sweat. I wiped my face with my hands and looked up, it was passed midnight and there was no way I could get back to sleep after this nightmare. Horrifying scenes of past massacres portraying themselves in my mind. Rogue is my name, and I am fifteen years of age with very shaggy black hair and rather pale skin.
I stood up and stretched my aching limbs, “calm down Rogue,” I said to myself, “it wasn’t real. Eryka and Kyla would have killed you if they found you.”
Every time I had a nightmare of those two, something bad always happened. Eryka and
Kyla were twin vampiresses, and they had a horrible reputation of slaughtering entire villages. I had been forced to hunt them because I was the only able bodied person who could wield a weapon with skill left in my village. All the other were killed in the attack.
A faint snap brought me to my senses. Foot prints in my camp site meant somebody had been watching me. They were smaller than men’s feet and there were two sets. The color drain from my face as it dawned on me, “They were here,” I whispered out loud, with a trembling voice. I did not know what scared me more, the fact they did not kill me, or did not take me away for torture. I packed up my stuff, and set out for the hunt. What did they want? I thought.
Very stupid Rogue! Thought my cowardly voice in my head, just run for it and save yourself! I could not do that. My village had died and I had to avenge them. Slowly I slid out my knives as I entered the forest.
The occasional snap of the twig did not catch my attention, as animals traveled all the time in the forest. That is, until I realized they became deliberate. I followed them subconsciously, leading me away into the forest. Shaking branches and rustling bushes brought me out of my trance. I started to shake, I had no idea where in the forest I was, and judging by the sounds, I was surrounded. I spun in circles, trying to see through the darkness.
“What the hell do you want?!” I yelled out, trying to keep the emotion from my voice. Maybe if I was a real hunter I could have stood steadier, but I was not one, did I could not hide my fear.
“We want you Rogue.” The words were clear as day. I stood motionless, letting the dreaded voice drill itself into my head.
Before I could react, another voice came up behind me, whispering into my ear, “and we shall have you.” A split second later, a sharp pain erupted from my stomach, and I blacked out.
Next thing I knew was pure darkness. I sat up, cursing as I hit my head on something in front of me. My shaking fingers felt around, and determined I was locked in a box. I panicked and screamed for help, but to my dismay the only sound came in the form of giggles.
“Let me out!” I screamed. As expected, they did not let me out.
Thankfully, they had not thoroughly searched me, else they would have found the small blade strapped to my back. Quickly attacking the swiftly assembled bolts, I managed to loosen enough for my escape. Knife at the ready I kicked loose the hinges and sprang into action.
“Oh he’s a clever one isn’t he Kyla? And he’s cute too!” The voice came from behind me, yet I did not dare turn around. The other, apparently Kyla, giggled.
“He looks oh so yummy too. May I have him now, please?”
Eryka giggled, “Wait until sunset sister, we need our sleep. Let’s put Rogue here in a more comfortable coffin, eh?” I closed my eyes in terror, and they glued themselves shut.
“With pleasure, Eryka,” said Kyla. I didn’t even hear her approach, and she eased the knife from my hands, leading me away, not too far to said coffin. She licked my neck, and we both shuddered, me with fear, her with delight. Just as she put me into the box did I dare open my eyes, sadly too late. The lid closed, locking me inside with no means of protection.
“Sleep tight little one,” she said, and then left to sleep the rest of the day away. The hours dragged along as I thought of ways to escape, and then the ways they were going to torture and kill me, whether it would be fast and painless or the more likely slow and very, very painful. Finally after what seemed at lifetime, I managed to fall asleep.
After a few well needed hours of sleep, I was disturbed by life outside. Forgetting where I was, I sat up and smacked my head on the table.
“Shoot!” I yelled out, furiously rubbing my head. It dawned on me what had waked me up, and where I was. Cursing under my breath, I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep, hearing the lock being fumbled with. I knew it would not fool them, but it was worth a shot.
As soon as my dark prison had opened up, I leapt out. If they were human I might have gotten away, but it was if they knew what was coming. I cleared about an inch away from the coffin before cold hands caught me by the neck and slammed me onto the ground.
She had me by the collar of my shirt as she hauled me upright, hissing into my face menacingly. I froze up with fear, but gasped in surprise. The woman holding me was absolutely beautiful, except for the fact she was about to kill me.
“She looks twenty!” I thought so myself. But it was ten years ago they killed my family. How old was she then? Her skin was flawless, and in the moonlight it glowed like snow. She had light brown straight hair, oddly soothing blue eyes and red lips. Protruding from these lips were dangerously sharp fangs, sparkling in the faded light. She wore leather hunting pants, with a silver belt that jingled very softly when she moved. To complete her attire she had a tightly fitting silk shirt. She was built to dazzle, and to kill. The woman next to her was dressed exactly the same, except she had curly black hair and piercing green eyes. They were twins!
The one holding me brought me closer to her, and instantly I recognized her eager voice to be Kyla. She whispered to me in my ear, “You’re a lucky one child.” The twin, Eryka seeming vanished from view, and I felt soft hands grasp my shoulders tightly. I grimaced at her inhuman grasp.
She licked my neck as Kyla had done the night before and almost squealed, “Sister you were right! He is irresistible!”
My eyes widened in fear, “P-please don’t hurt me!”
Kyla sneered in my face, “Why should we not? You were the one, poorly as it was, hunting us!”
“I still am!” I yelled, struggling in her grasp, “you killed my family and I’m going to kill you!”
My scream weakened, her eyes were so hypnotizing. Even if I had the chance, I probably would not have killed them. It was utterly hopeless.
“Ah yes I remember your family.” She emphasized the ‘your’. “Eryka you remember his family, do you not?”
“I quite well remember, yes.” She said her voice a seductive whisper. “Your family was nothing but trash. They did not deserve such a son as you.”
I struggled to fight her, “Don’t you dare speak of my pare-” I was cut off by Kyla’s fangs flashing dangerously close to me. She nodded for Eryka to continue. Eryka seemed unperturbed by my aggression.
“Your parents were destroying your village long before we did. They killed many of their friends just for wealth! You were too young to realize their tactics of fear and cruelty.
A tear sprang to my eye. “No. They were my parents, they were good people...” I mumbled on as I realized their truth. My parents often came into fortunes when families had “disappeared”.
I was drawn back from my thoughts as the tear on my cheek was licked by Kyla. I looked over pleadingly at Eryka, but I could see the wild hunger in her dazzling eyes. I lost all hope. Kyla took advantage of the opening my neck gave her and dragged her fangs along it. I yelled out in pain and tried to get away. Her grip tightened on me, as did Eryka’s on my shoulders. Fast as lightning the twins sunk their fangs into my neck, the skin breaking easily under their strength.
I screamed in pain and my knees gave out from under me. It was unbearable and I would have fallen, if not for the feeding women attached to my neck. The effect was instant and I could feel the blood rushing from my punctured neck into their mouths. The squealed at the taste of my blood and clutched at me harder. After a long while of screaming I became weak, my vision becoming blurry. I was about to black out when they pulled away, letting me drop to the floor.
I twitched weakly, thoughts buzzing annoyingly in my head, one particular voice spoke out, asking if my life was about to end. I could not even answer.
With one last act of defiance I managed to stand up and forced a slow walk away from them, stumbling with every step. I almost fell again, but Eryka’s hands grabbed me and pulled me into a hug with her sister.
“Please don’t go Rogue! It’ll get better, and we promise to take very good care of you!” They were shaking with excitement, and spoke in alternations, finishing each other's sentence. I do not know what came over me, but something about the situation seemed right. I had nothing to fight for, I had nowhere to go, and aside from the vampirism, I kind of liked them.
“I- I’ll stay.” I whispered. They screamed and the embrace got tighter.
“Smooth move Rogue,” the voice said. I brushed it aside and sat down numbly on the floor, mumbling barely coherently, “need... Sit down... Please.”
Kyla helped me back up and they led me to their room. The room was big, with massive exotic paintings and portraits. The moonlight windows revealed thick, dark purple drapes specially designed to block the sun from the bed at all times.
I felt like I could walk, so I pulled slightly away, whispering my thanks to the twins as I instinctively aimed for the bed. “I’ll just... Lie here... Few minutes.” The ground rushed up at me as I crashed to the hard wood floor. I tasted the metallic taste of blood in my mouth as Kyla rushed forward to help me.
“Oh, you poor baby!” Eryka cried, but I sensed she was amused by my drunken antics.
Kyla giggled too and helped me reach my destination. I could not walk, so she cradled me like a child. I felt safe within her arms, lying on the bed between them. Their voices became distant but I felt a kiss upon my lips and the words, “It’ll get better, we promise.” I then drifted off to a long needed sleep, as my body underwent the healing process.
Deep into the night, I woke up, groggy and with a sore neck. My eyes were bleary, and I felt lightheaded, but I was alive, awake and feeling quite refreshed. My hand instinctively reached to my neck, tenderly rubbing the bruised puncture wounds. Ravenous hunger clawed at my stomach as I sat up. I left the room to explore the house, which was deserted. Hopefully food would present itself on my journey.
In the dining room, I found some food prepared on the hand carved table. I ate it with renowned vigor, before noticing they had left me a note. My family was not known for its literacy, but I still made out that they wanted me to come to a certain room in the house. The paper smelled oddly sweet, and the handwriting was perfectly written, like that of a professional scribe.
Following the map, although several times I mistook left for right and vice versa, I finally reached my destination room. I gasped when I opened the door. Never in my wildest dreams had I ever seen such beautiful blades. It was the houses armory, but it was prepped as if it was a museum.
“Think fast!” I heard, as a glint of silver flew into my view. Smirking, I caught a dagger with ease, giving it a fancy twirl before settling it in the palm of my hand.
“Good morning to you too,” said Eryka. I chuckled and twiddled the thin blade again. Somehow, the knife made me feel protected from what I still presumed Eryka and Kyla to be, monsters.
A sudden realization dawned upon me as I scanned my blade over. I had a knife, and they didn’t. There was a small span of space between me and Kyla, and even more between her and the wall of deadly trinkets. My fear surfaced in my head, telling me to charge her and thrust the blade into her wretched heart.
Faster than a mongoose, I ran at her. Three feet, two feet, once foot away. I gripped the blade tighter and slashed at her heart, but she wasn’t there. It was as if I blinked and she vanished. I stopped my assault on my invisible captor, breathing lightly as I scanned the room. Eryka’s eyes showed anger and slight sadness, but she was unmoving across the room.
A sharp pain erupted from my back. I yelled out and swung, but there was nothing there. My hand automatically moved to my back, and felt a little wetness back there. Another sharp sting landed upon my arm, my leg and my cheek. I cried out in pain and frustration at my unhittable assailant.
“Show yourself and fight me!” I screamed. I swung wildly, but only resulted in a long gash on my side. I flinched and dropped to a knee, blood trickling in a delta of creeks on my body. Several more cuts were inflicted into my body before I fell onto my chest, writhing silently in pain.
Before I could pass out, Kyla pressed her boot onto my back, kneeled down and pulled my head up gently, “Never do that again,” She said coldly. I looked at her harshly, but nodded. She smiled and kissed the cheek she hadn’t cut.
Eryka came over after Kyla got up, and the both supported me to their bedroom. I stumbled some of the way by myself, but I was slowly losing too much blood to be stable. They put me into a chair, and rubbed some sweet smelling goo on my crimson skin.
I made to get up, but Eryka shoved me down again, “You best let us take care of you sweet heart. Last night you fell over when you tried to walk, remember?”
I snorted, “So wouldn’t it be better not to keep me in this state?”
She shrugged, “You chose to stay. You are ours now, and we like to keep what we own close. Soon enough you won’t need to be sedated every night. Living safe will let your mind at ease.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but closed it. She was right, and they had won me. As much as I did not want to believe it, deep down I knew I was going to love it here.
A wave of nausea came over me and I instinctively put my hands over my head. As soon as the wave passed, I gently shook my head. Kyla looked at me coldly again, but I could see it in her eyes what she did was what she had to.
I started to stand up, and gently pushed away Eryka as she made a fuss about me passing out again. I walked over to the bed, and fell right into it. I sighed, relaxing in the cozy pillows and blankets. Before I closed my eyes, Eryka and Kyla seized both of my wrists. I jumped, and trying to wretch my arms away from them.
“Get off me!” I snarled at them. The both laughed at my futile attempt to escape.
“This is our insurance for the night,” They said in unison. I heard the clank of metal, and felt the cold fear of shackles upon my wrists, both arms attached to both twins.
“I’m so screwed.” I muttered under my breath.
“Yes, you very much are,” They giggled out.
I felt scared and vulnerable, detached from society and my weapons. The chains rattled lightly around me as my hands shook feverishly, my eyes twitching from side to side as the twins settled around me.
“Stop shaking little one,” Eryka chided softly, “She has a very soft spot for you. Never would she dare hurting you too badly.”
I thought I heard a muffled laugh to the other side of me. My hands gripped the sheets beneath me, turning my knuckles white. The effort couldn’t last, and my hands rattled the chains even louder.
“You aren’t all that brave, are you Rogue?” Kyla asked. I turned to her and scowled, once more gripping the sheets. This time, though, it was so I didn’t try (and probably fail) hitting her.
“You just tortured me!” I cried out in outrage, “What do you expect?!” I tried sitting up, but they yanked me back down. “How would you act in the presence of creatures who shouldn’t exist in the first place?!”
I heard two soft clinks, and the chains fell away, “If you feel that way, you are free to go then. But remember you will always be welcome here,” They said. Their voices were filled to the brim with sorrow as I ran out the door. Something deep down inside told me that wasn’t where it would end.
By the end of the night, as the sun rose, I was miserable. Everybody who I tried to get help from saw the bite marks on my neck. I was “a bad omen” to them. One guy even brandished a spear at me, saying I would eat his family. I made a grave mistake leaving. I wasn’t safe out here yet. Still, I would not go back. I was too stubborn to admit I was better off with them.
After several days of living on the outskirts of town, eating garbage and small animals, I collapsed from exhaustion. I propped myself up against a tree, praying the wolves in the forest would not smell me and come investigating. For a few hours, I closed my eyes to sleep. The rest was heavenly, and I awoke, almost able to get back up. The bottoms of my pants were a deep red color, and I pulled them up to reveal an ugly cut.
“What the hell?” I asked bewildered. I did not remember becoming wounded. I came to the conclusion I was scratched or bitten while asleep. I had to get moving before something worse happened.
As I began to stand, excruciating pain ripped through my leg. I screamed out in agony and dropped onto my back, clutching my leg. Within the next few hours, I was a wreck. I hadn’t eaten, my leg felt terrible, and I was parched with thirst.
Several times, I had passed out, and awoke to nothingness, only to fade away again. Only it was one time, I awoke and my leg was bandaged. It was a small bandage, showing me the cut was only deep, not long.
I smiled, and passed out once more. This time, when I awoke, I felt if I pass out again, that would be it. My head lolled on the tree, and a hand became entwined with mine.
“Oh Rogue, why did you torture us so?” Kyla said sadly.
I shrugged my shoulders weakly as Eryka appeared to the other side of me. Both hugged me tightly, apologizing for letting me go so long.
As a joke, I decided to say, “I think I have decided to return to you.”
They laughed through their tears and I passed out again.
I woke up just as sunset befell the land, and darkness took hold. I was back in the bed. I bolted upright, to hear the familiar jingle of chains attached to my left wrist. For a minute I thought it was all a dream, until a slight burning sensation crept up my leg. My right arm was free, and Kyla was up and about. My left arm was chained to a slumbering Eryka.
I rubbed my eyes and peeked at her nervously. Her needle sharp fangs poked out from her upper lip, and her pale skin seemed to glimmer with the essence of power. I tilted my head, and jumped as her stomach growled lightly.
I shook my head and grimaced, lying back down to sleep some more. Surprisingly, it was a peaceful slumber, only disrupted once when Eryka rolled over, almost dragging me off of the bed.
When I awoke once more, I was immediately attacked by ravenous hunger. It had been days since I had last eaten decently. A plate of meat, cooked crudely sat across the room. Eryka had gone, and my bonds were free. I almost dove onto the food, eating voraciously until nothing but the blood of the meat stoop on the plate. I sat back down on the bed, grumbling to myself on how I ate too fast.
A sly giggle pierced the silence of the room as Kyla seemingly walked out of the wall, “Mmm, nothing smells better than fresh meat in the evening.”
A similar laugh followed, “Oh I agree, darling sister.” The words were whispered directly in my ear by Eryka, who had snuck up on me.
This is all I have typed so far.. much much more to be typed up.