Neck.”
“Sweet,” I heard him murmur.
I let the blankets slide off me and got on my knees. I encircled his neck with my arms and smelled his scent. He was like cinnamon and roasted coffee, and it smelled so good. I let my fangs slip out, and my vision started to contain a red mist over everything. My hands clutched Sang’s shirt, and I bit into him tenderly. He winced and shuddered, but then relaxed and slumped as I stole his blood from him, his tangy, cold blood. It was refreshing for the morning and for breakfast. I bit into him harder, letting some blood dribble down my cheeks and onto his skin. He quivered when his blood fell in tiny droplets on the bare base of his neck. I continued to pull more blood into me until I became full.
I lay back down on the bed, not caring that my blonde hair fanned out on the pillows or that my nightgown was hiked up my legs. I was getting really tired for some bizarre reason. Sang crawled beside me and held me close.
“I’m here for you, Lily,” he whispered.
I muttered, “I know.” Sang was here for me, and I was sure of that. He’d been one of the first people I’d seen after being turned into a vampire. We had fun together. His presence was reassuring—kind of like that blanket I dragged everywhere when I was a little kid. It had made me feel safe and secure. And Sang did just that. I was becoming more comfortable with being a vampire, and mostly because of this man’s help.
I let sleep take me. I was so tired; sluggish and heavy. With Sang curled up next to me, I breathed in, touched his soft black hair, and closed my eyes.
*
I wasn’t myself. I was someone else, a small girl. Flashes of images flew past me in tiny film strips. My family’s house burning down. My mother dying. My father passing away a few days after.
It was only my brother and I, in our teens, working to survive, and the colonists took great pity on us. It sickened me. They laughed at us. Teased us. My brother had terrible burns on his face, neck, shoulders, and arms, and they called him a tainted devil. I would work the fields behind the home the village built for us, and I was soon shunned because I was a woman doing a man’s work. I took care of my brother day and night. I applied salve to his burns, made him meals, sewed him clothes. I plowed the fields with our horse, Joey, until he became very ill one day and had to be put to rest. I couldn’t pay for another horse. Our situation was desperate. I remember the tears every night. The hatred. The sadness. The rage. The despair.
I had gone out one day to find a cheap mule or pack horse. I bought the mule, and when I went home, my house was on fire. My brother was in it. I screamed and yelled and ran into the house, but it was so full of smoke I couldn’t stay in long. The smoke blinded my eyes and burned my throat. I watched as my house fell apart under flames once again. All the villagers came from their homes and watched.
I heard one woman say, “Good riddance.” I was shocked. No one dared help. We weren’t a part of their group. We were us.
After I lost my brother and our home, I wandered the land night and day. I wanted those people to feel my wrath and sadness. I wouldn’t forgive. I wouldn’t ever forgive them! They were the reason all of this happened.
That was when HE changed me and promised a better world. We slaughtered the villagers like pigs and left the town burning, just like they left me that day; with a burning and smoldering fire in my heart.
HE never told me his name, and I still don’t know his name, but I trust in HIS beliefs, and we have finally succeeded in the drug, NEXUS, to spread to humans. They will be greedy and want more and more until their bodies cannot take it. I’m so happy. My dream has come true. I’m so, so happy. If I can get Darius or his petty servant’s blood, HE will praise me more, and NEXUS will become the great drug it was meant to be.
*
I think I screamed before I woke up. Sang
“Sweet,” I heard him murmur.
I let the blankets slide off me and got on my knees. I encircled his neck with my arms and smelled his scent. He was like cinnamon and roasted coffee, and it smelled so good. I let my fangs slip out, and my vision started to contain a red mist over everything. My hands clutched Sang’s shirt, and I bit into him tenderly. He winced and shuddered, but then relaxed and slumped as I stole his blood from him, his tangy, cold blood. It was refreshing for the morning and for breakfast. I bit into him harder, letting some blood dribble down my cheeks and onto his skin. He quivered when his blood fell in tiny droplets on the bare base of his neck. I continued to pull more blood into me until I became full.
I lay back down on the bed, not caring that my blonde hair fanned out on the pillows or that my nightgown was hiked up my legs. I was getting really tired for some bizarre reason. Sang crawled beside me and held me close.
“I’m here for you, Lily,” he whispered.
I muttered, “I know.” Sang was here for me, and I was sure of that. He’d been one of the first people I’d seen after being turned into a vampire. We had fun together. His presence was reassuring—kind of like that blanket I dragged everywhere when I was a little kid. It had made me feel safe and secure. And Sang did just that. I was becoming more comfortable with being a vampire, and mostly because of this man’s help.
I let sleep take me. I was so tired; sluggish and heavy. With Sang curled up next to me, I breathed in, touched his soft black hair, and closed my eyes.
*
I wasn’t myself. I was someone else, a small girl. Flashes of images flew past me in tiny film strips. My family’s house burning down. My mother dying. My father passing away a few days after.
It was only my brother and I, in our teens, working to survive, and the colonists took great pity on us. It sickened me. They laughed at us. Teased us. My brother had terrible burns on his face, neck, shoulders, and arms, and they called him a tainted devil. I would work the fields behind the home the village built for us, and I was soon shunned because I was a woman doing a man’s work. I took care of my brother day and night. I applied salve to his burns, made him meals, sewed him clothes. I plowed the fields with our horse, Joey, until he became very ill one day and had to be put to rest. I couldn’t pay for another horse. Our situation was desperate. I remember the tears every night. The hatred. The sadness. The rage. The despair.
I had gone out one day to find a cheap mule or pack horse. I bought the mule, and when I went home, my house was on fire. My brother was in it. I screamed and yelled and ran into the house, but it was so full of smoke I couldn’t stay in long. The smoke blinded my eyes and burned my throat. I watched as my house fell apart under flames once again. All the villagers came from their homes and watched.
I heard one woman say, “Good riddance.” I was shocked. No one dared help. We weren’t a part of their group. We were us.
After I lost my brother and our home, I wandered the land night and day. I wanted those people to feel my wrath and sadness. I wouldn’t forgive. I wouldn’t ever forgive them! They were the reason all of this happened.
That was when HE changed me and promised a better world. We slaughtered the villagers like pigs and left the town burning, just like they left me that day; with a burning and smoldering fire in my heart.
HE never told me his name, and I still don’t know his name, but I trust in HIS beliefs, and we have finally succeeded in the drug, NEXUS, to spread to humans. They will be greedy and want more and more until their bodies cannot take it. I’m so happy. My dream has come true. I’m so, so happy. If I can get Darius or his petty servant’s blood, HE will praise me more, and NEXUS will become the great drug it was meant to be.
*
I think I screamed before I woke up. Sang
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