Crimson Love
Short Story by:
Chelsea White
Prolog
A female child is said to be the purest form of innocence. No male has penetrated her sanctuary and violated her soft supple skin. No calloused hands have groped and pulled at the soft limbs of her body. No blood has been spilled for those of the demons. It is against the demon’s code to allow such a thing. Male children are more accepted among the vampire colonies than female. Because the males hunger can be stated with human blood. The female child’s blood lust can only be satisfied with the still cold blood of another vampire. The thick poison to any other being is the one thing required for their survival. This is why no female vampires exist, all but for one.
Enkyl was the most powerful vampire simply because he was spoiled and got what he wanted. He wanted power, so he drank from the most powerful of all humans. He nearly drained entire armies dry, absorbing their powers as his own. Yet being a vampire was not what he desired. Before he became the monster that he was he held status in the mortal world of humans and politics. He was declared the one most destined to be rich and powerful. His future did not change, but he didn’t want wealth and power when he was human. He wanted a wife, and a child. The women he was so very in love with heard of his death into the world of vampires and she cried. For one night she cried the tears that burned for his love for her alone. The next day, she took another man’s hand in marriage.
She gave birth to a beautiful little girl with green eyes and blond curly hair and gave her the name Amaia. Night after night he would watch that flawless child from outside of her window. His habit became an obsession. He began to enter her room and watch at her bedside. Amaia would sleep in her bed, unknowing for seven years without being disturbed by the vampire Enkyl. When his obsession became out of control, he touched her face, brushing the hair away from her eyes. She flinched awake to look at the so-called man who had awakened her from her slumber. She asked him who he was and he replied that he was the one who watched over her.
“Like my angel?” She asked him with her bright green eyes wide in hope.
He smiled and nodded to her. And that was how it began. She told him she loved her mother but hated her father because he was never around. She wanted to go with him to heaven. So he picked her out of her bed, and took her to his home of an underground labyrinth. She was frightened, but his strong hold on her made her feel safe, not quite understanding that he had a lustful yearning for her blood. The moment he got into his chamber her shut his door and laid down on his red silk covered bed cradling the beautiful child to his chest.
“Amaia… Amaia I want you,” He told the seven-year-old child.
At that moment, she realized that this man was no angel, and this labyrinth was no heaven. He had lied to her and stolen her away from her home and her family. He held her with a force more powerful than any human, binding her still so she could not fight him. Kissing along her neck he found her main blood vein and breathed heavily in his desire for her blood. Without another moment to spare, he dug his fangs into her throat and drank from her body. She had no way to move her limbs to fight back, so she resulted to her last resort: her teeth. Biting down just bellow his color bone, she found herself drawn into the irresistible taste of a vampires blood. Even when his teeth retreated from her flesh, she continued to drink from him; the overwhelming flavor of it was too hard to pull away from. The veins around the gashing wound of where her flat human teeth had pierced were thin and noticeably red and pulsing around her mouth.
The door had swung open; slamming against the wall as a man hurried into the room to look over the scene that was being played before him. A small human child was feeding off of his superior. He immediately had gotten worried that his superior had fallen under some sort of spell. He stepped forward to yank the small being from his flesh and kill her himself. He had stopped abruptly when Enkyl’s hand raised palm flat and up to instruct him to halt.
“No Altair,” Enkyl had spoken with the slightest grin on his face. “Let her drink. If she does not have a full meal she will not have enough strength to hunt on her own in the future.”
“But… Sir! Women are not to be changed into vampires they can only hunt and feed upon our own kind!” Altair had protested in shock not understanding why he would go against code.
He shot a piercing glare that could curl flesh from bone at Altair, and spoke in words made from venom. “I am well aware of the code Altair; I do not need you to re-inform me of them.” After he had turned his eyes back upon the human girl who had seemed to become more like a leech he continued. “I will give one of my most loyal followers to her to feed from and be her guardian. Only someone that I can trust with her life.” He lifted his eyes back up to Altair and in the most wicked of smiles he waits.
Altair moves into a low bow before him and cleared his throat in nervousness. “I would be honored if I could take that job upon myself Sir.”
From the moment the bright red of the veins on Enkyl’s chest faded into a dull useless state, little Amaia was no longer the innocent human she was born into to this world as.
 Vampiress Alexandria · Fri Dec 07, 2007 @ 10:01pm · 0 Comments |
