There are almost twenty vampires in front of her. Most of them were more than hundred years old. She had to say the right words, or she was going to become their prey. She took one big breath and stepped in front of the croud.
" You, strong ancient vampires. You live in proverty, dirt and hunger. You are chased. You are hated. You became prostitutes, thieves and even murderers to survives." She speaked and looked at all of them. They were listening to her, so she decided to continue."We must stop it! We must change our lifes. Humans must understand that we aren't a danger, that we want to be their friends-"
" You say so, Bloody Lia?"A vampire from the croud stopped her and the rest of them started laughing. Her nickname was annoying sometimes...
" If their awfull treatment stops, I promise to all of you and to the name of God, that I'll stop being Bloody Lia. Just help me success, my friends!" She cried to the croud." We are going to have our fortunes, our families, or households back, my brothers!" She continued.
" We lost them centuries ago" A vampire replied sarcasticly. " I think that YOU, Bloody Lia, YOU want you old life back!" He shooted to her. " You are a spoiled wealthy girl, Lia. I am sure you hated us when you were still a human. But when you became one of us and you saw that you can't be rich anymore, you decided to use us!"
" I just want to make a perfect world!For you!" She stopped him." You want to create a perfect world, in which you can be rich again. You don't care for us. And I won't follow a foolish girl. I already lost enough..."He said and left.
Some vampires followed. Elisabeta sat on the dirty forest floor, looking at her dream collapsing...
Leaning against an old and sacred tree was 'Sorinnia', hands in the pockets of his dark and long cloth coat and his collar propped up to shield what might have been seen of the side of his face, his large frame casting no shadow. He lets go a statement.
"You could do with understanding the dangers of what you ask from them, girl. And, you should know that a vampire will never be able to come across such wealth; such upper class whilst having the rest of the world know of what and who they truly are, your fantasy blinds you if you think that a vampire would not have to kill and manipulate those pathetic beings around him to achieve prosperity."
Sliding his body over to face Elisabeta, stepping without sound as he brings himself closer and closer to where she is sat, his tall frame shifting side to side as he poetically mentions. "To drain the blood of the living; rich & poor; noble & serf; only to wear the mask of a human and bring dishonesty to the being you are, is not justifiable means to form a bond."
Sorinnia further mentions. "Especially when those you wish to bond with hunt us as if we are the plagued dogs of humanity."
He stands his ground alongside his comments in the middle of an opening where the moonlight shines the strongest, staring into the girls eyes.
Seeing that her croud had almost left, Elisabeta stopped dreaming. She let them die, as her old life died that cold night. She looked at the vampire, the only one who stayed.
"I was killing them, I was sucking their blood, I killed their children, I killed a whole village...But what I won from that?" She murmured behind her teeth. " I killed even my family..." She said staring at the ground. Oh how much she missed her mother. Her father. Even her annoying little siblings.
" A vampire destroyed my whole life. But he is a Baron, and he lives wealthy in his castle, tormenting young girls, destroying families. Destroying fates. Tell my why does he has money? The only thing he deserve is death, the worst a vampire could have. If I knew where he is now...If only... I would drang a stike though his heart and let him burn under the sun...Untill all my pain disappear." She murmured looking down.
Remained stood, looking down at Elisabeta with a smirk appearing on his face getting mild thoughts of what to do to this fragile little vampiress. "And after all of that you still act weak, accomplishing such barbarianism and not even growing out of a moody teenager."
Held out his hand to the small Vampiress, offering her aide to get onto her own feet, the forest becoming quiet as only Sorinnia is left alone with Elisabeta.
In a dark-romanian tone. "Now! Perhaps I, of all vampires, should stops with this little sinisters act of mine. Take my advice, its all 'bouts family out here or sticking to yourselfs or with others. Lives a littles, we were granted with the abilities to live eternally. Why don't I treats you to the fun of being vampire, trusts in me's, the things we can do's and gets aways with are more funs when there's two."
" Dura lex, ex lex" Elisabeta immediatly spelled. Maybe the vampire was true. They were immortal. They have enough time to have fun. While humans could have everything, but they lost it after their death. But not all the humans had a wealthy and happy life. Elisabeta at least lived wealthy for some time. She experienced it.
Maybe proverty was what a vampire had to pay for their immortality. And after all immortality was what all the humans are seeking. And Elisabeta had it, and she still wanted some useless dresses. She owned the biggest treasure, anyone could have. She had life.
Elisabeta was always feeling happiness and some malice when she was looking at her dead prey. Humans deserved to die. Most of them. And it was all in Elisabeta's nature. Vampires are murderesm nobody could stop that. And humans are bunch of fools. Her father made her a vampire, not the Baron. Her father wanted that marriage.
"Exactlys" He replied, crouching before the lovely young lady with his wrists rested limply on his knees, trying to look into her eyes, trying to figure out what was going through her mind.
"I knews a persons who trieds the same thing that you attempted here this eve, but she mades the mistake to make her speeches to humans and all she gots in return was a slow and painful death by a Vampire Hunter."
Pausing for silence to allow it to sink into the vampiress' head, Marzonnia slowly pushed himself back up onto his feet and turned to walk into the mists of the forest, stopping in his tracks and turning to face Elisabeta.
"Come withs me and I wills show you a way of keeping your life, tasty." Sorinnia grins, a dark motive already planned in his head.
Elisabeta was listening to the vampire's sweet words, and then looked up. Maybe she needed someone to learn her how to be a vampire. She already knew how to kill, but she still didn't knew how to kill with that prestigious way, which the ancient vampires are so good at. Being a vampire wasn't only sucking blood. It was the say you are sucking it.
" Teach me"She answered him, and stand up. " Vampire Hunters? I didn't knew that they excisted,"She murmured, looking at the other vampire. " I though that they were only a myth".
She always though that they were created just to scare the most rebel vampires. Because a rebel vampire was twice more dangerous than a vampire who wants to have fun. Elisabeta was the type who wants to have fun. But she was always looking back. To her past. Maybe she had to forget who she was. Maybe she had to forget her family. But she wanted to see them.
She decided to visit her family's graves tommorow's night, and start a new life, as a vampire. The running figure of a girl was in front of her. The figure of a girl full of happiness. And in front of her darkness, and a dark figure waiting her. She could hear the silent scream of the girl, as her snow white dress was becoming crimson. The girl was herself...
" Teach me how to be a vampire" She bedded the vampire, looking at him with her gray eyes.
Dress: here
Dress in dream: here
Sorinnia began to lead Elisabeta to the village of Hogsmeade, exiting the depths of darkness and myth which echoed through the forest Sorinnia began to mention a few ways he found best for a vampire to act.
"To start, always keep a hold of pain this will keep what's left of your humanity under control for without it you are but an animal, if you do not keep it under control it will engulf your mind enough that you'll actually sympathise with all but yourself and your kin" His thick Romanian accent creating a strong annunciation for every word spoken.
"If you do not kill your victims, or anyone who sees you commit a vampiric act, then you must leave the area completely, with that beings said, never hold onto attachments and always keep the option to leave people behind open as a possibility"
As they began to reach the large town-like village of Hogsmeade Sorinnia finalised. "Half the fun is getting aways with your actions, also hiding the fact that a vampire might have committed such an act is a worthy goal, to frighten your prey is to make the challenge more risky."
With his last bit of the sentence uttered, it wasn't difficult to tell from his tone that he had known others who fell victim to traps set by humans.
" I want to be scary. That's why I am Bloody Lia. I am too impulsive when I drink blood, or just when I am near it", Elisabeta explained looking down. She may looked like a cruel blood sucking machine when she was after her prey, but she was still the stupid rich girl. But she wanted to be charming the same time. This was all the vampire's talent. They could seduce anyone.
Like Ingrid. She was starting to forget Ingrid. Well she forced herself to forget. She met Ingrid her two years of being a vampire. It was an impulsive blonde girl, which was turned around fifteen. Daughter of Nobleman, around 1500, she had the same goals like Elisabeta. To take her money back. Ingrid could seduce anyone. Her eyes... They were like a mirror of her soul. She learned Elisabeta how to hunt, how to look beautiful with blood on her face.
And a cold winter evening, she died. Or at least that was what Elisabeta was thinking. One day, as they were sitting in the wood, a bunch of humans came. Ingrid said to Elisabeta to hide herself. It was so wier of a fifteen year old to say that words. She was like a mother to Elisabeta. Elisabeta heard her screams. Screams of pain. She couldn't survive. But the vampire beside her may knew her...
" You", Elisabeta said, and realized that she didn't knew his name. " Have you ever met a girl called Ingrid?"
About to continue Sorinnia felt that he was interrupted, what angered him more was Elisabeta's utmost-input to state a desire, nothing could have jump-started his hot-headedness quite like being interrupted by a statement of selfishness, she may as well told him that he was a piece of horse-shit being crushed by carts against a curb on the street. His arm began to tremble, he was doing his best to hold onto that small strand that calmed him down and to continue his tips, but his silence was not good enough as she posed a question soon after and again it was right before he was going to continue talking, his arm could not be contained and without a second thought Sorinnia struck Elisabeta, the back of his palm hitting her cheek with an immense amount of force, the side of him that faced her was shadowed, only a small glimmer of light in the corner of his eye could be made out as he loomed over her.
"To test my patience, to interrupt, to anger... Possibly 'other' ways will get under my skin will result in much worse punishments the next time you dare blabber such nonsense to me. If a memory has no present attachment then it might do you well to detach yourself from it, little girl." Spluttering his words as if there was no space between the other, not caring about annunciation or whether or not the message was clear, his only intention was to make sure Elisabeta would not bother him with wants and desires again unless he deemed it appropriate.
She felt pain, and after anger. How dare he hitted her. She may be a young but she was Bloody Lia, so this was unacceptable. But soon logic won her anger. If she attacked him she was going to die. And she wasn't going to die this night. She had survived of worse things.
" I ask for your excuse, Master" She murmured a little sarcastic, but trying not to play with the vampire's anger. She raised her head and crossed her hands in front of her chest and raised her eyebrows. She was always acting like that. Her father used to hit her sometimes, because she didn't want to study.
She waited silently the other vampire to continue. She was thinking to act foolishly, just to look like a girl who doesn't understand nothing, and maybe piss the other vampire off. But he couldn't hit her, right? It wasn't going to be her fault. On the other hand she wanted to look like she already knew the basics to be a vampire. Maybe the vampire was going to be impressed if she was looking like the best newborn vampire ever.
Sorinnia's grouchy expression quickly morphed back into a common smirk, uttering a small spell in his Romanian language as he brung Elisabeta a little bit closer to himsel, keeping her on her feet. "Now, come with me and don't dawdle, the night is still very young and there are many fools wandering the streets alone, wouldn't you agree, Elisabeta?"
It was as if his voice had no ambience, making a direct connection with Elisabeta's ears with no signs of spoilt clarity as it travelled through the air.
Sorinnia turned round immediately and begun to head down the shallow slope leading to a badly cobbled path, he did not need to walk but he undermined Elisabeta's abilities, assuming she was just too pathetic in power to be able to keep up should Sorinnia choose to travel by other mysterious means. "Come on!" He shouted, this time the clarity of his voice was spoilt by the distance the sound had to travelled.
I'm too stubborn
Elisabeta gave the vampire a cold look, trying to stop the adrenaline in her. Why she followed this freak? Elisabeta knew that some vampires took other vampires as slaves. Being slave of that vampire was going to be a nightmare. But she followed, because she knew she couldn't escape. If she tried he was going to kill her. Maybe when she gained a little more power she could escape. And then nobody was going to hit her...
Lia followed with grace, as a true aristocrat. She looked around, trying to find a good victim to kill. There were a lot of fools. She could hear them, she could taste their blood. But she didn't moved. She had to be careful, or that vampire was going to get angry again. "I can hear them.. but I can't decide who to kill first", Elisabeta murmured with her eyebrows raised.
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Sorry for the shortness and the long wait!
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Sorinnia flew round a corner into an alleyway and pressed his back firmly against the wall, widening his eyes as he very carefully tracked a young new victim getting closer and closer to their location. "This should be simple, girl, we have a male and female heading our way, regardless of their relationship we will attract the opposites from each other to ourselves and lead them back down here." He said, an insane snicker sneaking out of Sorinnia's mouth.
Leaning his arm over Elisabeta's shoulder and forcing her out into the open along with himself, Sorinnia began to act like a merry drunk, greeting the human couple with opens arms. "Splendid of you two to join us at last, we finally found that place, its right down this alleyway but don't be scared! I brought my friend who...Who will protect us from things. Yes." Sorinnia bellowed, now hooking his arm flirtatiously around the other young maidens neck, hoping that Elisabeta wouldn't struggle attracting the ugly male dinner.[/i]
I'm too stubborn
That man seemed and smelled dirty. Elisabeta always avoided attacking that type of humans, their blood was never really tasty. But what she could do? Elisabeta forced her lips to form a smile and she picked up the man's arm. Oh, God why humans never bath? At least Sorinnia's prey wasn't smelling like a dead horse. Usually she liked to have fun with her preys first, to see their pain, but she hoped that this was going to be a quick kill. See wasn't that hungry after all, this was only a training.
Elisabeta looked at the other vampire, hoping that he was going to kill the girl first. The girl was young, eighteen or nineteen years old. She had a plain and usual beauty and faden brown curls. Nobody was going to miss her, she was a prostitute, she had no life. Elisabeta would never become a prostitute, even if most of the vampiresses become to survive. Lia prefered to eat animals, instead of that fate. The man on the other hand seemed to be around 30 or 40 years old. He had a few dark brown hair on his head, and wet gray eyes. Nobody was going to miss him either. Probably she had a wife and children, but Elisabeta was sure that they were going to be happy of this man's death. Elisabeta would be.
Lia threw another impatient look to the other vampire, she couldn't smell the man's scent anymore.
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