Enslaved Heart Ch. 1
"Yes?"
"How can you help me?"
The smile came back as she seemed to float towards me; if her feet were touching the ground, they sure weren't doing it very hard. With her came a scent I couldn't quite place, it reminded me of roses and red wine, or wild flowers, or long passionate kisses, or sex by a fireplace, or...something...
Victoria raised her hand, and a single long, black nail trailed down my face from the corner of my eye to the edge of my mouth, and as an adoring look came over her face, her eyes turned a light shade of green. I looked into them, deeply, hopelessly lost inside her.
"I can give you what you want," she said simply.
"You know, I was busy before you interrupted me."
"Busy? Doing what?" She asked, and I could tell she was just asking; either she knew already or she didn't care.
"I was very busy basking in my self-destruction."
"Self-destruction is impossible when you have no self to destruct."
"That's very clever, but what the hell does it mean?"
This was going nowhere, that smile was going nowhere. She only leaned forward ever so slightly and kissed me on the lips, and for a single moment when I felt the coldness against me, I could hear nothing in the world except the sound of my own heartbeat. I could feel it, she was so cold, not like normal people, but like she was missing something. After a moment, I felt her hands slip up around the back of my neck, drawing me closer to her, her nails running down my skin, around to my throat, sending a violent shiver down my spine. I had to pull away from her; I couldn't take any more.
"Okay," I said angrily, "let's cut the shit here, Victoria. What exactly do you have that you think I need?"
"Life," she answered.
"Life?"
"Yes."
I was getting angry; I didn't understand a goddamn word of what she was talking about. It was rather often I met beautiful women outside of clubs, and the nice part was that they were usually too stupid to formulate a sentence with more than three words, which I can deal with. Victoria was different; every cryptic word out of her mouth seemed to be a piece of some puzzle she wanted me to figure out. And by God, it turned out the roles were reversed, and I just wasn't smart enough to get the job done.
"God damn you," I sputtered drunkenly, "can you give me some idea as to what exactly the fuck you're talking about, because I don't-I'd like you to get the fuck away from me, I'm sick-"
It seemed like an instant from the time she grabbed me to the time we ended up in the alley beside the club. I remember seeing her hand lash out towards my neck, thinking how black those nails were, how do you get nails so black? Then her eyes flared red, and the force that carried my body away was beyond anything I could even imagine, I could only envision being tied to a commercial airplane and being yanked away as it flew by. Everything turned into a blur and I could feel my body take flight.
In a second, she had me down on the cold, wet concrete with her hand wrapped firmly around my neck, choking the life out of me. The impact must have broken some kind of important thing in my body, because I couldn't move an inch no matter how hard I tried. Fingers, toes, legs, arms, nothing. It seemed appropriate that it should end for me that way, being drilled into the ground by some wicked broad with super powers. I remember as a teenage boy that being my greatest dream, getting my ass whooped by a beautiful woman, it was the only way I'd ever wanted to die. Now it didn't seem like such a hot idea.
Victoria clamped down harder on my neck, and in a split second of madness, I actually let a laugh slip through my lips. There was a moment of complete elation as she glared down at me with her red eyes and I knew she was going to kill me violently, probably tear me to shreds right here behind the club. I would have probably had more of a chance if I hadn't accused her of being a hooker, but how's a guy supposed to know?
The chuckles didn't last long as I watched Victoria's red lips draw back over her teeth, revealing two sharp, elongated canine teeth, which were just simply the longest, most dangerous looking teeth I'd personally ever seen on anyone in human form. I had a funny feeling that what she planned to do with those teeth was something I didn't want to be involved with at all. A choked off mumble escaped my lips in an effort to tell her so, but she only grinned at me in amusement.
"You're not changing your mind, are you? Isn't this what you wanted?"
I'd have loved to answer her with a string of choice expletives punctuated with a phrase similar to "you fucking cunt" or some such conclusion, but the lack of oxygen wasn't helping with my communications skills. There was a dull tingle creeping back into my body reminiscent of pain, and pain was good, it meant my spine wasn't snapped in two. I managed to raise an arm, which Victoria easily pinned back to the ground and held motionless.
"Fuck you," I managed to croak.
"That's not very nice," she whispered, "you have to be sweet to me if you're going to be my boyfriend."
"Be your-" My words were cut off as she wrenched my head to the side, exposing my neck, putting my flesh in seemingly more convenient biting position. I felt her lean close to me, felt that sharp coldness on my skin, and then the fear surged through me again. It was less plain fear and more sheer horror, because her plan for me suddenly became clear.
She wasn't going to kill me at all.
"I'm going to give you a gift, my love," she said quietly, "I'm going to give you the gift of a life you never imagined."
Without warning, she was on me, and I felt the stabbing pain of her teeth piercing my flesh, digging deep into me, punching through my jugular, and almost immediately I became dizzy with blood loss. Being drained felt almost cleansing, and it occurred to me that with the levels of alcohol and drugs in my blood, poor sweet vamp Victoria might not even survive her feeding without having to get her stomach pumped. Apparently it doesn't work like that.
It was cold, getting a lot colder, and a whole hell of a lot darker. I kept waiting to fall asleep or pass out or something, but my eyes managed to stay open through the whole thing. I wanted her to disappear, and promised myself that if she did, I'd fix everything. But it was too late for that now, she had me. The unbelievable had become believable, and I was lying in a puddle in the street with a vampire sucking away my soul.
My head was spinning wildly, and my ears filled up with the deafening sound of my blood rushing through my veins and out of my body. My heart throbbed like a bass drum pounding in my head, and as I listened, it slowed, and as it slowed, my life, or at least the life I had known for so many years, slowly faded away into nothingness.
Truth is, there was no flash of my life before my eyes, no looking back, no regrets. There was no light at the end of a tunnel, no open arms of dead relatives. There were no clouds, no pearly gates, and I had no curiosity as to what God looked like. When I died, there was nothing, simply nothing. Just silence, sweet silence, the kind of silence I waited my entire life to hear, the kind of silence I never could have gotten with all the drugs and alcohol in Vegas.
Then, in the darkness, there was a warm, bitter taste in my mouth, and she brought me back.
It was her blood dripping on my tongue, reviving me, filling me up with life, a different life than what I had known. In my hands I took the wrist that was dripping blood into my mouth and pressed my lips to it, ravenously sucking at the warm flesh, taking as much of the hot fluid into my mouth as I could, the hunger almost unbearable, insatiable. I glanced up at her and those smiling red lips, those eyes, now so light only the pupils stood out, making her look almost maniacal.
But she fed me; she fed me well.
When it was done, she pulled her wrist away, and then she held my hand. The pain that surged through my body during the following minute felt like it lasted a lifetime. My veins were on fire, and they pumped flames through every organ in my body. My heart felt like it would sooner explode than pump another drop of blood, my vision went red, then blurred, then there was darkness.
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