I was drinking her blood; drops by drops, my hungry mouth could not get enough of the meagre liquor. I could feel it rush through my veins and fill in every empty space I had throughout my shivering body.
I pulled back, drops(moments) before I dried her out, blood streaming down my face. This was definitely the worse snack I ever had, everyone knew how dull and weak old people's blood was, but I had no time to look for someone young and fresh. I laid her body down back on the tarnished bench where I had found it, wiped my face with a muddy sleeve and walked away towards the middle of the cemetery. I could feel him coming, piercing the air like a lightning bolt. His energy, so dense yet so powerful alerted the elements around me. My heart raced for I knew he was only seconds away. He appeared in front of me like a fallen angel, forever graceful and forever smiling. His emerald eyes assessed me, and I kicked myself mentally for being so bloody.
He leaned forward and kissed me on my cheek. “I found you at last Maëva.”
“It took you long enough. And I was not really hiding anyway; you knew where to find me. You could sense me.” My cold tone and venom surprised me; I was not allowed to talk to Jèci like that, he was after all a pure blood.
Even though I was converted 99 years ago, I was still considered as a newborn. I remember that night as though it was imprinted in my memory; Jèci should too, for he was the one who drank all my blood and then shared his in return. This stirred old memories I certainly didn't want to remember. I was born in 1894 and died in 1910 at the age of sixteen. I wish I could say I was happy with my life, that I had good parents and awesome friends, but I had none of that. Every day was like hell for me, waking up on a rotten bench and staring at the rising sun bringing warmth and light to my dark existence. I've never known my father, who I heard was a drunk and gambler, and my mother died when she gave birth to me. I was shunned by the whole village for my misfortunes and my looks only worsened things. With my colourless skin, dark hair and large grey eyes, I was so different from the local girls and women who had frizzy blond hair, sun browned skin and powerful frames. I found refuge in the stable of my mother's only aunty who was an abusing and alcoholic plump old farmer. She took up her husband's work after his death and drowned her misery in brandy. Although she gave me food and shelter, she made me work hard and sweat. I regularly received severe beatings whenever she felt like I was not doing enough. I slept in the stable, seeking refuge amongst cows and pigs. How I strived for pleasure and happiness, to laugh with others of my age, to live a normal life even. I could not venture in the village without attracting dark looks and teasing by others. My head felt like bursting with all those whispers of drivel gossip and snickers. However, I was relatively fearless in the sense that I was always so composed and in harmony with myself, I never felt anger or sadness, but I was very sensitive to the world around me.
Every night, I walked to the nearby river to wash my aching body from the sweat and mud in the welcoming cold water. One night, after a long day of milking cows, plundering the hard ground and scrubbing the house, my body was as sore and hard as a sour plum, the water numbed the pain and I felt relieved to be free of chores and pestering presences. I was staring dreamily at the reflection of the moonlight upon the dark waters when I sensed a presence, I immediately thought of an animal, for animals were unusually attracted to me. A deer maybe, or a squirrel, was scurrying amongst the bushes and reeds lining the river. I could not make out what it was but I knew it was approaching me faster and faster. Suddenly, the shape raised itself, baring itself in the moonlight. It was a man, a beautiful young man whose white skin shone and whose white eyes twinkled like stars. I could perceive a deep rich magical air coming from him, I could literally see it! An aura faintly shone around him, lightly revolving and of a vivid crimson. He looked at me calmly with a hungry look in his eyes and syncing lips.
I was captivated by his beauty and chivalrous air. His face was so entrancing that I didn't notice his slender built and noble attire. I suddenly realised that my nakedness was showing in the clear water; blood rushed my cheeks, colouring them scarlet. His look of hunger grew and burned his eyes lightly with a blood red nuance. As I took a step backwards and hugged my shivering body with my arms, he gracefully plunged into the water and completely submerged himself. Moments later, he resurfaced, as graceful as his plunge, and came up to me face to face. I could feel his halting breath pressing a rusty aroma upon my visage.
“It started off with a feeling, which then turned into a hope, which then turned into a quiet thought, which then turned into a quiet word, Maëva.” He sang with a voice as melodious as a nightingale, and his soft Kashubi(Polish) accent was neatly noticeable.
I was stunned, at his voice, at his words and at his knowledge of my name, at his reckless manners, and at his free communication and proximity to my exposed body.
“Who are you?” I managed to verbalize.
“Oh, but you already know me. You've met me before.” he whispered while stroking my cheek.
His icy touch sent shivers up my spine and aroused a hunger deep in my chest (bosom?). I was confused; I could not understand his inane words, I racked my mind to try to remember where I had ever seen him, I knew I had never noticed him for his beauty would have struck me and imprinted itself upon my very flesh. His burning eyes lingered on my neck and I could see that was using great self-control to stop himself from jumping at me. My warning signs suddenly activated and screamed to me to put as much distance as possible between and him, but my body was just not responding to my frantic mind. I was entranced by his enchanted splendour, which immobilized me in a helpless state.
“Do you trust me, Maëva?” his voice came a breeze, hadn't I seen his lips move, I would have thought it was the rising wind. I nodded without leaving him from my sight. He came closer still and slightly tilted my head, his warm breath caressed my exposed neck and I felt a frisson, chilling me in my very bones. I looked into his eyes and drowned myself in a sea of ravenous desires and swirling green waves which were quickly overwhelmed by the rivers of red. He felt so alive yet so old; I could perceive great erudition from his frivolous behaviour. He smiled and revealed a pair of pearly white teeth and growing fangs.
“What are you?”
He pushed my question aside with a hunch of his eyebrow and plunged his fangs into my neck. The skin broke as they sharply pierced me, but I didn't feel a thing for he released an endorphin which rushed me into a divine ecstasy. What I did feel was the flow of my blood filling his mouth and body, the flow of my life into his own. Deep down, a fear I never felt before rose, even though his drug numbed my body, my mind was high in alert. Moments went by, he was sucking carefully, trying not to make a mess or hurt me. It felt like some kind of depraved ritual. I was puzzled at his attraction for me, and at his perverse manner. His icy cold hands were holding my head and back up, I felt weaker and weaker, I let myself fall into his arms and closed my eyes. I was pulled under dark fluid curtains; I was in an irrational slumber, which didn't last long for he shook me awake and made me lick his own blood from a bloody cut at his own neck. His blood filled me with life and joy; I sucked more and more until he eased me away.
“That's enough. You do not want to kill me now do you?”
I was too weak to answer, instead, I blacked out, the last thing I saw was him catching me moments before I hit the water and holding me in his powerful arms.
I awoke seven days later, only to find myself underground, buried within damp soft mud, which pressed up my nostrils and against my closed eye lids, I grew claustrophobic and began to trash about, I could not breath, the oxygen grew thinner and thinner, until there was none left. I could hear a variety of different sounds coming from the mire around me and the dirt felt rough and coarse on my naked body. A hunger grew amongst my stomach and heart, and began battling against claustrophobia. My hands mechanically began to claw at the mud; I dug through masses and masses of it until my heightened senses discerned fresh air and a smell of decaying leaves. My head popped up and I finally opened my eyes, only to view the natural scenery with meticulous details I believed were indiscernible to human eyes. This was when I realised I had not been breathing accounting the fact that oxygen had not been offered to my body for quite some time. This was bizarre, almost supernatural. There I was, standing naked yet covered with filth, in the middle of a cemetery without breathing and observing every detail in the white moonlight. A shadow rose from a nearby bench and without straining my eyes, I could tell who it was, for he was after all the last sight I had caught before my dark slumber.
From the short distance, I recognised the twinkle in his deep green eyes, the radiance emanating from his magical aura, and his perfectly drawn mouth and jaw line. He walked swiftly, and with a grace I had never thought possible for a man of that calibre, he bowed down to me and covered me with his gold embroider coat. The material felt silky yet stiff under my fingers. I did not feel the cold of the freezing gusts which were blowing all the leaves away from their whining branches. It was like I was immune to those natural elements.
“Where are we? What did you do to me? Why am I naked? Where are my clothes? Who the hel...”
He hushed me and looked me in the eyes, and spoke really slowly.
“We have the whole eternity to talk, Maëva. Let things take their time and you will understand. But you must be starving, so let's get food. Shall we?”
I somehow agreed and my legs obeyed him and directed me forward. My mind was fluctuating, momentarily blanking out as I tried to regain control over myself. No matter how much I exerted my will to restrain myself, his power over my body didn't even slightly budge. This was frightening; it was as if he could somehow command my body and mind. I staggered as I fought hard, forcing my willpower against his, I could see tongues of red and gold interlacing yet repelling each other like mystic opposite sources of energy. As if two opposite magnet poles, we were pulled towards each other. We looked into each other eyes and were witnesses as our darkest secrets were revealed. I saw my whole life take place in front of my eyes, simultaneously his life went by. I was horrified at the violence of his past and at the same time, ashamed of my dishonourable life and dirty secrets. I pulled off, breaking the bond that had held us together so intimately. I felt violated by this sudden display of my deepest desires and quasi non-existent privacy, and I could tell he felt the same way, his usually serene face hardened with grief and intrigue. He stared at me with eyes brimming with doubts and curiosity.
When I opened my eyes, I was back to reality with Jèci pacing impatiently about (around) me. For the first time, I read his expression and it showed fear and regret.
“What is it Jèci? Forgive my sudden outburst, it was unacceptable. It will not happen again.” I pledged my good cause with him, knowing I had made an offensive breach upon the rule, or shall I say taboo, of vampires' behaviour toward pure-bloods.
He gave a deep throaty chuckle. “Do you still bother with these idioms, little one? Decades will pass and fade away but you will never cease to amaze me.”
“Fine. Let's cut the crap out of it. Why are you here? And why this terrible expression? You do realise that it doesn't correspond to the whole pure-blood image.”
“I am concerned about you, since you've learned of your lineage; you have made many regretful decisions such as living on your own in a world without pity. Your temerity has landed you into deep troubles with the Council.”
“My temerity? What on Earth are you talking about? All I did was exploring the world that the Council so carefully suppressed from me! You are the one who encouraged me and told me not to let being a vampyr bring me down! Did you really want me to stay there and learn how to be the perfect puppet who would accomplish all their dirty work with no questions rose? ” I screamed at him, the nature around me took the toll of my anger and froze to ice.
“Did you really think that all the humans that you've fed upon who go unnoticed? You've attracted the attention of far too many mortals. You've even made the 6 o'clock news.”
“There's no way, you've got to be joking!” I laughed.
“Well, I am, but the Council has already deliberated and came to a decision. They are sending you to a foster home in order for you to assimilate the true values and ethics of the fragile relationship between humans and vampyrs.”
The sight and smell of the fresh croissants was unnerving. Even though my shoe laces were suddenly really fascinating, I knew that I could not keep on like this. I looked up only to see the big eyes full of expectations of my human foster mother, the impatient pacing of her husband and the soft giggling of their 8 year old daughter. I truly wondered at the real reason they had adopted me, they did not show fear, or repulsion, even though they knew what I was and whatever I was capable of. Even though their auras had the dull colour of most humans, theirs had tiny streaks of shiny purple lightly fizzing up their auras like miniature electricity currents. Through my ninety-nine years of existence, I had never seen such auras. But then again, I had always been confined within the heavy doors of the Institute where every kind of attacking and defending art were instructed to us. There were around thirty-five children, only five of those were pure-bloods and the rest were noble vampyrs and newborn. From the time of my transformation, Jèci integrated me into the Institution, which became my home. Even though I was treated properly and everyone liked and accepted me, I felt as though something was missing yet. Albeit friends and acceptance were all that I ever wanted, I deliberately kept a safe distance between me and the others who were surprisingly attracted to me and obeyed my every wish just by me asking them politely.