By Emily H
4 Years Ago…
The moon shone over a clear lake. Two figures in a seemingly warm embrace stood against a starry night sky. A soft tenor was heard on the wind…
The two figures began to dance suddenly, the male leading while the female lay like a rag doll in his arms.
It was he who sang, the song was in some rough Hungarian accent as he raised the girl’s sleeve. He then tilted her neck just slightly and kissed her gently.
The young girl’s dark brown hair rolled over her bare shoulders as she struggled to stroke his face with her free hand. Then…
Crunch…
A trickle of blood came from her neck as the man began to feed. The girl winced but smiled as she hummed the melody of the song…
The man then took his dominant hand and, on her arm, began to carve something…a name…
¥Draven¥
As he carved the final symbol into her arm, he took his lips from her neck. A bloody grin could be seen in the moonlight as he spoke, “You are mine now…mine to feed from when I please…”
The girl looked to him, a single tear fell down her soft cheek.
She madly screamed in her own mind, trying to escape his spell…
“You are mine. But I will ne’er come to you again my sweet,” he took her in his strong arms, his figure finally fully shown in the moonlight. A tall man, dressed fully in black, with black, raven hair and white eyes sat her next to him on a park bench, “The clan is leaving this country, and I must go with them.”
She attempted to hold him tighter, as she breathed in his smell…death…,”Stay with me…please…”
He stroked her hair and looked into her gray eyes, “My pet, I cannot. They need me. You have a family and those that care for you…” he laid her down on the bench, covering her with his heavy trench coat, “You don’t need me…you don’t need to know the life I know…”
He kissed her forehead as her eyelids got heavier. A soft stroke of her face with a fingernail as he sang the song again…
The last thing she heard of him…the Lifeblood Lullaby…
Today…
His name was Draven. He was a vampire.
He belonged to a clan of Vamps called The Divine Trinity and was their newest leader. He fought for this position with only one other: his brother, the demon vampire, Adonis.
They had moved their base from the streets of New Orleans to the streets of England.
And She had followed them.
She was Kessandra, Kessy. She had long brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, she also had beautiful soul-piercing gray eyes.
And she had a scar. A scar that seemed to be more prominent as she got closer to him.
The scar was his name. His beautiful name.
She wanted to find him for one and one reason only: Immortality. She longed to live as he did, to sing the lifeblood lullaby and be with him. The one man or thing that she had fallen in love with.
She finally traveled to England. After 4 excruciating years she had tracked down the clan and fought off dozens of beats just to catch glimpse of him.
She had beaten men, women, werewolves, and even other vampires to get to him. She had been fed on by other vamps twice, but when they saw whom she belonged to, they left her. For you see, having his name carved into her arm meant that she was his property and part of his harem.
Finally, it was the night of truth. The night she had been waiting for, for nearly 4 years.
She walked up to the abandoned nightclub, a sign with the words ‘Kinder der Nacht’ (Children of the Night) on it.
Then she saw the symbol of the clan underneath it, a Triangle with the circle around it showing eternity.
This was the place.
She adjusted her black tank top and black pants. The small crossbow on her thigh was tightened and her arm warmers were taken off and replaced with black and red cut off fingered gloves. The black trench coat that he had given her hung loosely on her shoulders as she adjusted her black sunglasses. She was ready to go in the lion’s den.
She casually strode up to the front door, a tall dark skinned man with even darker clothes leaned at the doorway. He looked over his small sunglasses to her.
She held up her left hand and bent her thumb and pinky in, leaving her three fingers straight up. Her pinky and thumb were painted black and her three other fingers painted blood red.
The sign of the Trinity, and the right of passage.
He nodded to her, “Adonis is edgy tonight for some reason, be on your guard,” he opened the creaky door and allowed her in.
She allowed her eyes to adjust to the darkness while still wearing the sunglasses. She took in the smell of blood, death, and roses. The same smell that had drawn her to Draven. She cautiously walked down the long, dark hallways. Behind each door she could hear a party of vamps and their victims.
She finally reached the door at the end of the hall. Written in blood were the words ‘The Den of Adonis and Draven’.
Their rooms. This was it…
She took a deep breath and pushed open the door…
A few candles were lit in the corners as two curtains separated the room into each chamber. Gothic structures where displayed everywhere.
She went to the side that was less bloody, less frightening and looked at the pictures all over it. Pictures of America and people Draven had met.
She stopped suddenly, when she saw a picture of herself…the young child blowing a kiss to the picture-taker. It was in a small shrine-like area full of gifts she had given him and more pictures of herself.
So, he did still love her. It was beautiful-
“Hello, Kessy.”
Before she could react, a strong pair of hands had thrown her from Draven’s chambers into Adonis’. She quickly stood up and grabbed her crossbow from her thigh, gun-slinger style. “Where are you, Adonis? Or are you afraid of me?”
A dark laugh was heard in the room, followed by red eyes finally appearing in the corner, “Dear Kessandra, why would I be afraid of an old friend like you?”
Adonis appeared from the shadows, huge vampire teeth full of blood and demonic wings outstretch to their full length. He flapped then a few times as the gusts of wind blew debris all around them.
“Where’s Draven, Adonis?” her voice never wavered, though he was intimidating. Her crossbow never moved in the air. Her eyes steady on him. He had tried to kill her once before the great move to England, and she knew he’d do it again.
“Oh, do I not get a kiss?” he growled with laughter as he slowly edged towards her, “You know, ne’er was there anyone who had blood as sweet as yours. How I have longed to taste you again…” he licked his lips greedily.
“I belong to Draven, not you,” she took off the safety and wrapped her finger around the trigger.
Adonis roared as he flew towards her, “You were meant for me!” He dodged her bow and knocked her to the side.
Kessy rolled over on her back and jumped up. She searched for him, throwing down her sunglasses and grabbing extra arrows.
Adonis came at her from behind, wrapping his arms around her waist and biting into her neck.
Kessy roared in pain as she struggled to turn her arms. She pointed the crossbow behind her and fired.
She was suddenly dropped as a moan was heard behind her. She grabbed her arrow and reloaded her bow. She turned to Adonis. He frantically pulled at the arrow in his chest.
She fired again, at his shoulder. Then again at his lower chest.
Adonis ripped out one and charged at her again, knocking away the arrows, as well as her trusty bow.
He backed her into a corner, smelling her blood.
She struck out at him feverishly, determined not to let him win.
He grabbed her arms and put them behind her back, “I picked you. Draven had no right to love you. You were to be my consort, my prize!”
He bit into her neck again, sucking, tenaciously, her sweet blood. Kessy screamed out as she kicked at him frantically. “No! Stop it now!”
Crack…
Adonis’ grip weakened and he fell to the ground suddenly. Kessy dropped too, but was caught in warm, familiar arms.
She turned over and took in his smell, death…she looked into his white eyes and stroked his face.
“…Draven…” she smiled as a soft tear fell from her cheeks as it did the last time they had met.
The vampire said nothing but clutched her in his arms, taking in her smell. God, how he had missed her…
In the background, Kessy noticed Adonis’ lifeless body…his neck was snapped…he was gone and they were alone…
Kessy spoke, her voice strong, “Dear one, I have crossed an ocean and fought long and hard to be with you. I ask only one thing.”
“Ask anything you wish, and I it shall be yours,” answered the vampire.
Her heart skipped a beat as she strung together her next sentence, “All I want is to be like you, Draven. Give me the craving of blood and immortality, so that I may share in your life as you have shared in mine.”
Draven though about this, “But, you will be cursed like us, to live in the night and ne’er see the light again. Do you really want this?”
“Yes!” she clung to him, “I would rather die a thousand deaths with you…then one without,” she looked up to him with teary eyes, “Please, don’t leave me again…”
His eyes flashed with compassion and love as he thought her words over in his mind. He then took her chin in his hand and kissed her gently. He tilted her neck slightly and bent his head towards her, “Very well my love. I hereby bid you welcome to my world of darkness. I give you life everlasting and with this blessing I curse you to feed as I do. Together we shall sing the lifeblood lullaby…”
To this, he began to sing in Hungarian once more as he sunk his teeth into her neck. Kessy began to hum the tune as Draven caressed her face.
He pulled himself from her neck and made a cut on his own. Kessy drank from him as he sang the lullaby.
When Kessy pulled back, her small canines had appeared to have lengthened. Her gray eyes now illuminated by some inner light.
“You are now damned to live with me in this life,” he kissed her once more, the last few verses of the lullaby floating in the air…
Show me how awful goodness is
Dance with me, be dammed with me.
Live forever in my world
Ne’er die, ne’er die
As we both sing the Lifeblood lullaby…