Awakened...Part 6

The cold wood of dark resin wood seemed so cold. The sweet lush smell of her hair came to me as if to make me venture back, back into her death. The stone floor that followed me reminded me of the fact that I could never leave her. How could I let her exist? Who could I tell that could kill her. I was not sure, but I knew that it was something that took more and more out of me. I grew impatient in the wait for an answer to seep from my mind. I could only grasp my head as if to tell it to stop. I dug my nails into my skull trying to figure a way out of this pain and out of this mess. The haunting image of the girl of my past returned. Her sweet voice so calming seemed more haunting than ever. I was possessed by the though that she was in my mind and that I could do nothing. She had me where she wanted me. It was driving me nuts to think of this young beauty that had brought my sire to me. The sire I hated with everything I had in me. He scream as I took her soul in the name of rage. My young bride her soft auburn hair with the curls that looked as if flames came from her in the light. Her soft rounded eyes of jade green bore her love and hate for me. The thing I had become and what she would have been. The load snap of her head reminded me that I would forever be alone. Why then must I be tortured with this girl who so much of her looks she shared with my bride. The events of the night seemed to fade more and more with time. Something that eased the years as they passed me by, but she brought everything back. The fight and her yelling at me. She said that I would be cursed for all eternity for the killing I did to survive. I told her that she could meet her God. With that I had snapped her neck ad then silence came. My sire rushed in that moment and took me. I had not killed for blood, I had killed to increase my farm and land. This brought my sire to me. I had killed sometimes it seemed for pleasure. I was so different now. This was the curse of my bride. Her soul came with every person I ever thought about. This was different, did she lift it from her heaven or was this her master plan. I needed to release from the memory of my darkened bride. The wound that the blade left me was healing. I was tempted to renew the wound if only to keep me from her. The pain she felt increased quickly and I knew something was wrong. The rush in the room found another with their teeth on her, my new lover, my only. I with no hesitation moved against her. I pulled the penetrator off of my only and slammed them into the wall outside. The renew of the rush of a fight awoke her.

I pulled at the chains unable to move my hands. She had taken from me his sweet blood. The blood I coveted. I pulled harder to the point of the wood almost smashing and releasing me. He would not let it happen. He dragged the fight out of range of sight, thinking that I would give up but it only made my resolve more to fight until cold steel ran down my throat and I knew to stop. The knife dug in and I felt the cold dead blood flow from my body. He came from no where and stopped my latest attacker. In one motion he had taken another life. Two had come here for me but none remained. His movement to get rid of my latest attacker brought him closer to me, closer to my body. The movents moved me to feel again for him what I needed more from him. His love. He removed the tape from my mouth. The tape left no mark and a rush of feelings indescribable came from the kisses. His hands moved over my throat and then his lips followed to make it better. Then to my arm where she had been. The movements brought back the fire and seemed to quicken both of us. The sweet smell of his blood pacified me. He took me into his arms and made me whole. The room seemed to feel like it had a pulse that was quickened along with ours. If only his heart could have beat for me. I know that mine did. The loving embrace tore me from my savageness of blood lust to want and craving him.

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