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I never thought anything like this would happen. Death was a constant threat, yes. It was a part of who we were. Perhaps it was what made him fall for that monster's lies. I don't know. I probably never will. Still, of all the things that could have happened to us, his becoming a vampire
wasn't one of them.
Vampires belonged to an age of superstition and childish fears. This was supposed to be an enlightened age. Science ruling and shaping the world. Who believed in such creatures anymore? Not me. Yet I saw one; felt it's power freeze my mind and force me to watch as it took the one person I loved away from me.
It was several nights ago. The city was quiet and I thought I'd visit my lover; surprise him. Things had been quiet lately and we'd both ended up temporarily separated. However, as I turned the corner onto his street, I saw a dark figure flitting from shadow to shadow. Every instinct screamed for me to run. But how could I abandon my love?
Instead, I stalked the silent stranger. I was about fifteen feet from it when the most shocking thing occurred. My lover walked out of one of the shadows in front of his house. Maybe not so stunning, but the figure moved toward him and before I could shout a warning, the person I gave my heart opened his arms for an embrace.
They stood there, holding each other gently, the taller shadow whispering to him. I couldn't hear the words; all I knew was they made my love smile.
Fury welled up in me and I moved out of the dark and stepped forward to confront the pair. The tall figure turned and I got a good look at him for the first time.
Blood red eyes bored into mine. I found I couldn't move. Pale, strangely beautiful features twisted into a look of satisfaction. Every muscle strained to smash that self-confident look, to destroy the beauty stealing away MY partner. However, nothing responded to my commands. It was as if someone else were in control.
The thief moved toward me and I got a good look at his body. At least I
think it was a he. All black clothing covered a lithe, rather androgynous shape. Not even his face gave me any clues. Only when he spoke did I begin to believe he really was male.
"You have three days." The voice echoed in my mind. My mind! His lips
hadn't moved. "Then you will join us." The words resonated in a deep baritone. "Or you can kill your soul mate. Your choice."
His laughter was so loud in my head I winced. I wanted to tell him what I thought of his mad rambling; I couldn't get my lips open though. Ignoring my glare, he turned back to my so-called soul mate. A simple curl of his finger brought my lover running.
"Now watch how it is done." The deep voice ordered and I couldn't look away.
The monster smiled and two white fangs slid over his lips. I stopped breathing. This had to be some sort of trick. Right? Vampires were really. They weren't!
All my denials did nothing to change the silent tableau before me. My love stood still as the undead thing threaded long fingers through silken bangs and pulled, exposing a long white neck. I managed a growl. No one but me touched my lover like that. Jealous soon became my last concern as those fangs buried themselves in soft flesh.
Trapped inside my body, I shrieked, howled and raged. Like a statue, I watched as my beloved whimpered and writhed in pleasure as the vampire drained every drop of blood. Eventually, the movements became little more than twitches and I could see those beautiful eyes losing their light. Something cold trailed down my cheek. It was a tear.
At last, the bloodsucker laid his victim carefully on the ground. The movement seemed to gentle considering he'd just murdered someone. Placing his hand over the still form's mouth, he held it there for long moments.
When he ceased his strange action, I could see traces of blood coating those now pale lips.
"Three days." The thing told me again and vanished into the shadows.
I staggered as the power holding me suddenly let go. For several seconds I just stood there. So much had changed in the last few minutes; my entire world had been turned upside down. In shock I knelt next to the person I'd given everything. My hands shook as I checked for a pulse. Nothing.
Some blood got on my fingers and I stared at it. I'd always thought my beloved so much stronger than I. Oh maybe not physically, but certainly
mentally. Such stubbornness, determination, and kindness were what drew me in the first place. I had found my other half, my balance. A reason to hope and believe again. And that fucking thing had taken it all away!
The sounds of discovery filled the air later. I heard none of it. The police found me holding the drained body and slowly rocking. Of course I was arrested. What else could they do?
Friends bailed me out the next morning. I probably should have been kinder to them. After all, they at least thought I was innocent. However, only two days remained and I needed to learn about vampires. So I confirmed my lack of guilt and rushed off.
For the next two days I learned everything I could about the undead. There was a great deal of information. Myths and legends, some contradicting each other. They did agree that vampires fed on blood and killed their victims. Also, sharing blood after draining a victim was a way of producing new monsters who would rise after three days. So that was what that bastard
meant.
The night my lover was due to change and come back, I collected all the weapons described as being able to kill vampires. I would send my love to heaven and then spend the rest of my life hunting and killing those responsible for this. Naturally, I had no idea what would really happen. If I'd known, I might have stayed home. Right.
I broke into the city morgue; the body was being kept until the police could determine if the death was murder or accident. A quick search revealed my beloved, untouched by the doctors. Even death could not diminish the beauty I saw. Or perhaps it was merely part of becoming a creature of the night. Some legends said vampires developed unearthly looks.
It didn't matter. I raised a stake above that still heart. Just as I steadied my shaking hands, the clock struck midnight. Dead eyes flew open and an incredibly fast hand, imbued with supernatural strength, grasped by wrist, keeping the deadly weapon from completing its task.
"Now love," those carmine lips whispered. "That's not the proper way to
greet your lover."
Then I was flying across the room. Hitting the wall knocked the air from my lungs; dazed I tried to stand, knowing my life depended on it. Instead, the undead creature masquerading as my lover grasped my neck and lifted me off the ground. I struggled to dislodge the hand slowly strangling me as my eyes frantically searched the room for the stake I had lost somewhere in mid-flight.
"I don't want to hurt you, lover," it whispered in my mind. "Just surrender."
My answer was to try poking out its eyes. My fingers made it halfway before I felt an icy touch in my consciousness.
"Surrender," the voice oozed. Against my will, my arms dropped to my sides. "Good."
The monster lowered me to the floor. To my horror, the instant it released its hold, I tiled my head, granted the vampire full access.
"This won't hurt," the creature promised as two white fangs slipped over its lips.
Cold fear gripped me. If I was lucky, death would be my reward for this
failure, if not. God, the possibility was too awful to consider, yet it was staring me right in the face. I would become a plague on the world. A thing thirsty for death and murder. No different than my lover.
Almost overcome with terror, I began gibbering in my own mind; sanity moving farther away with each second those teeth came closer. This had to be some kind of nightmare. How could someone I had loved so deeply do this to me? Despite being unable to move, my emotions made themselves known. Tears slowly worked their way towards the floor.
A cool finger brushed one away.
"I would never hurt you. Don't you know that?" The tone my lover used usually calmed me in any situation, here though, it only contrasted further with the cruelty of what was to come.
Part of me scoffed at the offered comfort. The largest part wanted to believe it. But the legends told me the words were false. Vampires loved nothing but blood.
Cold slid through my thoughts again. It was soon followed by laughter.
"Oh beloved," I swear the voice was breathless. "Those who made the legends and myths knew so very little. Yes, I hunger for blood, but I can choose whose blood I drink. Do you really think me so weak as to submit to becoming a monster willingly? No love. I choose this so we could be together without fear of death and still be able to fight as we always have."
How were we supposed to continue as before if we were vampires?
"We can do our work at night. Read minds and find the true monsters before they strike or at least always be sure vengeance is visited on the guilty. Imagine what a force for good we could be!"
The argument was seductive. To live forever and still be able to follow my nature?
"Even better." My lover purred. "Imagine the possibilities."
Suddenly I could feel hands on my body. Slowly twirling my nipples, smoothing the tension along my back, massaging my thighs, caressing between my legs. I bit back a moan.
"Imagine being able to love forever. Imagine feeling this every night for eternity."
Oh but it felt good. The control of my mind eased just enough so I could arch into the invisible torturers.
"We won't kill anyone who doesn't deserve to die." The words seduced my
heart and mind even as the sensations seduced my body. "Is it such a terrible thing?"
"No," I groaned, not entirely answering the question so much as trying to deny the growing desire to give in.
"Don't you want to be with me forever?"
"Yes." This time I didn't hesitate. I did want to spend eternity with the one I loved. Who wouldn't? But the price?
"Not evil. We can do good."
Those hands pushed me further and further into a daze of need. I wanted
nothing more than to touch my lover; to go back to the way things had been.
"Then let me show you."
Teeth grazed over my neck, settling against the throbbing pulse of my artery.
"Please let me show you. I don't want to spend eternity alone."
The plea undid every defense.
"Take me." I barely got the words out before twin pinches signaled the end of my human life. Pleasure shredded my consciousness as life slipped away. I found I wasn't afraid or worried. Rather I felt joy and anticipation,
drowning in the sensuousness of being claimed. The rest is darkness.
That was three days ago. I believed I would awaken on the third day and
remember nothing of the time in between my lover's kiss and re-birth. I was wrong.
For three days, I learned; our minds were connected forever. We talked silently and I was taught how to survive. Tonight I will rise as one of the undead. Rise to live with my beloved. Together we will find our friends and invite them to join us. After all, the world could use more people like us.
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