SERENADE IV
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Serenade
Chapter 4
By Melissa Miller
“How did it happen?” Someone always wanted to know. After 350 years of hunting, of searching, of spying, of killing… how did one get away?
She sat on the terrace and sighed. Some had asked her again tonight, and again she told the story.
He had been a vampire. He was young. Said his Sire had bit him and left him to fend for himself till he was old enough and strong enough to seek the Ancient out and claim a place at his side.
She had found him. He was wounded in a fight and trying to stay conscious from the blood loss while washing the deep bite mark off in the tavern lake. She had felt his pain and followed her empathy till she found him.
She had helped to clean the wound because he had insisted. She had tried to tell him he couldn’t get infected. He was already Vampyre. It wasn’t like Lycanthrope; you didn’t get sick from the bite. In fact, except for the fact that if left untended it would simply heal slower, there was no reason to worry at all.
He had seemed scared and she used her healing powers to ease his mind, calm his thoughts and heal his arm.
He had thanked her with a kiss.
As her lips touched his, the first kiss she had had in nearly 150 years, she had melted.
That had started a ten-year romance that had healed them both.
She had taught him what she knew and helped him learn how to yield the sword and daggers he had stolen off a dead man six years before.
He was a fast learner.
They had stayed at Serenade during their time together. Maybe that’s what made the telling so hard.
He had fooled Serenade.
She had woken up just after sunset. He had slept another hour, and she had watched his angelic face. Angelic, had she but known… but she hadn’t. Not till that night. He had woken up and opened sapphire eyes to gaze at her.
“Good evening, my dark Angel.”
“Good evening, my Dark Prince.”
Somehow it had become the standard greeting between them every night for the ten years together.
Somehow, this evening seemed different. He had rolled over and kissed her with a passion that he had never shown before. She had melted and a moment later she purred as his hands began to caress and set fire to her cold undead porcelain skin beneath his touch.
She had reacted like it was the first time. Bodies moving in a rhythm that was only younger than the stars themselves. And as the full moon peaked in the sky, so had she peaked in the heaven he had created on those silken sheets in the darkness of their room.
That was when she had opened her eyes. She had been about to tell he had made her more complete than she had been in over 100 years. But instead she looked into the deep frenzy red eyes of Carson with a dagger poised above her heart.
“Why?” It was all she could manage. She tried pulling herself together. But he had done something to her. Her body wouldn’t respond. It was like trying to waken during the day. The pull to sleep was overwhelming.
He looked down at her and brushed a hair from her cheek smiling. “Because I owe you!”
“What… what have you done… to me?” She couldn’t fight it. She had to know before she fell asleep. Had to know why and how.
“I didn’t need your teachings, Alexandra. I am 300 years old. You gave in far too easily. Do you remember the night your beloved Devon died?”
Alexa’s eyes began to focus. Something wasn’t right. How could he know?
He continued as he watched her, the knife tip drawing lines and circles in her skin. It’s adamantite tip drawing blood from the tiniest of scratches.
She moaned as her mind tried to piece together both the night he spoke of, as well as what was happening to her on this one.
“You…”
He smiled as she closed her eyes. A single blood tear streaking down her cheek to join the blood stains slowly growing around her body from his slow tortures.
“Yes, me!” Suddenly he slapped her hard.
She opened her eyes, jerked from the darkness by the sudden sting. His smile almost made her think for a moment she had imagined
« Last Edit: Jun 22nd, 2012, 11:21pm by Llewellynn »
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((comp dated 3-4-2004))
Serenade
Chapter 4
By Melissa Miller
“How did it happen?” Someone always wanted to know. After 350 years of hunting, of searching, of spying, of killing… how did one get away?
She sat on the terrace and sighed. Some had asked her again tonight, and again she told the story.
He had been a vampire. He was young. Said his Sire had bit him and left him to fend for himself till he was old enough and strong enough to seek the Ancient out and claim a place at his side.
She had found him. He was wounded in a fight and trying to stay conscious from the blood loss while washing the deep bite mark off in the tavern lake. She had felt his pain and followed her empathy till she found him.
She had helped to clean the wound because he had insisted. She had tried to tell him he couldn’t get infected. He was already Vampyre. It wasn’t like Lycanthrope; you didn’t get sick from the bite. In fact, except for the fact that if left untended it would simply heal slower, there was no reason to worry at all.
He had seemed scared and she used her healing powers to ease his mind, calm his thoughts and heal his arm.
He had thanked her with a kiss.
As her lips touched his, the first kiss she had had in nearly 150 years, she had melted.
That had started a ten-year romance that had healed them both.
She had taught him what she knew and helped him learn how to yield the sword and daggers he had stolen off a dead man six years before.
He was a fast learner.
They had stayed at Serenade during their time together. Maybe that’s what made the telling so hard.
He had fooled Serenade.
She had woken up just after sunset. He had slept another hour, and she had watched his angelic face. Angelic, had she but known… but she hadn’t. Not till that night. He had woken up and opened sapphire eyes to gaze at her.
“Good evening, my dark Angel.”
“Good evening, my Dark Prince.”
Somehow it had become the standard greeting between them every night for the ten years together.
Somehow, this evening seemed different. He had rolled over and kissed her with a passion that he had never shown before. She had melted and a moment later she purred as his hands began to caress and set fire to her cold undead porcelain skin beneath his touch.
She had reacted like it was the first time. Bodies moving in a rhythm that was only younger than the stars themselves. And as the full moon peaked in the sky, so had she peaked in the heaven he had created on those silken sheets in the darkness of their room.
That was when she had opened her eyes. She had been about to tell he had made her more complete than she had been in over 100 years. But instead she looked into the deep frenzy red eyes of Carson with a dagger poised above her heart.
“Why?” It was all she could manage. She tried pulling herself together. But he had done something to her. Her body wouldn’t respond. It was like trying to waken during the day. The pull to sleep was overwhelming.
He looked down at her and brushed a hair from her cheek smiling. “Because I owe you!”
“What… what have you done… to me?” She couldn’t fight it. She had to know before she fell asleep. Had to know why and how.
“I didn’t need your teachings, Alexandra. I am 300 years old. You gave in far too easily. Do you remember the night your beloved Devon died?”
Alexa’s eyes began to focus. Something wasn’t right. How could he know?
He continued as he watched her, the knife tip drawing lines and circles in her skin. It’s adamantite tip drawing blood from the tiniest of scratches.
She moaned as her mind tried to piece together both the night he spoke of, as well as what was happening to her on this one.
“You…”
He smiled as she closed her eyes. A single blood tear streaking down her cheek to join the blood stains slowly growing around her body from his slow tortures.
“Yes, me!” Suddenly he slapped her hard.
She opened her eyes, jerked from the darkness by the sudden sting. His smile almost made her think for a moment she had imagined
« Last Edit: Jun 22nd, 2012, 11:21pm by Llewellynn »