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Date Posted: 02:00:55 05/02/01 Wed
I cant take any of the credit for this because i found it on a site (ill put a link to it when i can remember what the URL is!). I read the first few paragraphs, thought it sounded ok, but couldnt be bothered to read the rest because im a t work and ive got lots of people wondering round me all the time, so i wont get the time to read it until they dissapear.
here goes:
Engulfed in Shadows
By Amy Hanna
Shadow relished the screams that permeated the room. A place like this was perfect for a vampire like her. She gave a wicked smirk at the irony of her position. Doing what she enjoyed, bringing pain and death to others, all in the name of the Lord. And it was very legal. It had been quite difficult to get the Inquisition to accept her. But with the aid of her growing telepathic powers, she'd been able to persuade them. Unfortunately, though, she'd have to leave soon. They'd get suspicious about her not aging. Thus was her fate.
She turned at the commotion her supernatural hearing detected from the other room. She walked into the room to see other Inquisitors dragging someone in. the captive wasn't putting up much of a fight, which made her wonder. She looked at a colleague questioningly.
"This one has already stood trial," he explained. "He directly blasphemes the Word of God."
The captive, who only looked about her mortal age, just said simply, "There is no God." Then his eyes met hers. Those moss-green orbs burned with an intense fire, and her suspicions were confirmed. Besides, there was something about him, like she'd met him before.
"I'll take this one," she told the others, her eyes never leaving his. "I wish to... talk with him."
They just nodded.. They never knew what happened during her "talks" except that heretics always came out of them weak, terror-stricken, and pleading for redemption. The Inquisitors liked the last one and didn't care about the others, so they left her alone to "talk" with the captives.
She led the heretic to a room. Then after she shut the door, she asked, "Why'd you let yourself get caught?"
"I thought it'd be fun, watching them try to harm me. Why do you work with these petty mortals?" he raised an eyebrow quizzically.
"Are you kidding?" she asked. "This is paradise! Just a moment. Allow me to demonstrate." She went to a neighboring cell and brought in a fairly fresh captive. He was about 40 years old, but with a very strong will.
"Why are you here?" she asked him simply.
"Who's he?" The man indicated the other vampire.
"He's here to watch me reduce you to a quivering lump of flesh." A pause. "Now, what did you say that got you into this position?"
He hesitated for a moment, then said, "The church officials don't let us worship correctly. They are controlling our lives."
"You want to see somebody take control of your life?" she hissed. She cupped her hand under his chin roughly, forcing him to look directly into her piercing gaze. "I have complete and utter control of your life right now. You could be dead before you could blink Do you know what I am?" she grinned, and showed her fangs.
"You're a demon!"
"No. I'm the devil. I cause your pain, and steal your children from you by night. I bring sickness and decay, and give you your most wicked of nightmares." She smiled again, and leaned in so her fangs were inches from his face. "I am death," she whispered, enunciating each word with emphasis, and jerked his head to the side roughly. Then, she fed. She let him crumple to the floor, drained enough to be unconscious, but strong enough to survive. "I want to break his spirit before killing him" she told the other simply. Then, she carried the prisoner back to his cell and locked it.
Returning to the other vampire, she said, "do you see? Doing that is my job! I get to do what I truly love to do. I can thrive here, and nobody notices or cares. Half the captives are insane already, so none of the Inquisitors pay attention to their ravings about demons."
Then she notices his expression. As he pushed a lock of blond hair out of the way of his eyes, she saw his smile. It was one of those, "I-know-something-you-don't-know-and-I-think-it's-hilarious" smiles.
"What?" she asked angrily.
"Do you want to know the real reason I came here?" he asked.
"What?" she asked again, more warily this time.
"See, I've heard rumors. Tales of a vampire named Shadow. An epitome of perfect vampirism. Completely soulless, devoted to evil. Supposedly, she came from Japan a long time ago. And I got to thinking. I was in Japan around the time she supposedly lived. And then I remembered you." He looked directly into her eyes and smiled.
"What?" she was very puzzled now.
He smiled again. "Obviously, you've forgotten your mortal life. It happens to some of us."
She looked at him more closely for a moment, and the inkling of a memory emerged from the depths of her mind.
She saw his face in the shadows, and dropped the flower she'd been holding. That memory released the flood. She'd been out for a walk at night, and had almost bumped into him. She gasped, but he smiled and picked up the blossom. "You dropped this," he told her, and placed it back in her hands.
"Wh--who are you?" she asked, mystified by his strange looks.
"Me? Nothing but a lowly spirit." He gave a respectful bow, "In your service."
She smiled sweetly, flabbergasted, the smile of a complete innocent. "A spirit? Why come to me?"
"You've been chosen."
"For what?"
"Here. Let me whisper it in your ear. Wicked spirits may be eavesdropping." She stepped closer to him and he leaned in towards her ear, brushing her hair away. Instead of whispering, though, he bit her, then changed her.
As she lay on the ground, the change taking place within her, he plucked the flower out of her hands, still clutching it. Using the bit of witch blood in him, he changed the perfect white petals to a deep black.
"Now," he whispered, "how long will the flower struggle with the dark change within before it kills itself."
And with that, he dropped the lower on her prone form and walked off.
Shadow suddenly got jolted into the present. "You-- you're my sire!" she exclaimed.
He nodded, with that smile again. "To tell you the truth, I thought you were too sweet, to innocent to survive as one of us. I thought the struggle would be too much for you. It's the worst prediction I've made in my life."
"Not yet, I think."
"What?"
"So did you expect me to feel loyal to you, to follow you around or something?"
"Not really. I expected you to accept me at least."
"That, I'll do. Here, let me undo your bonds." She bent down and began to untie the ropes so conveniently made of natural plant fiber, which held a vampire as well as a human.
"You know," she whispered while she was doing so, "you were never there. You didn't do anything. You never spoke to me, or taught me anything. I shouldn't really accept you." She stood up. " I lied. I don't owe you anything." She gave a powerful roundhouse kick to his head. "You're just a hindrance. You know what I do with people who get in my way." He struggled to get up off the floor, to realize she had only tightened his bonds, not untied them. She then pulled out one of her concealed daggers she always carried, the wooden one. She kneeled and swiftly shoved it through his heart. "You said so yourself. 'An epitome of perfect vampirism. Completely soulless, devoted to evil.' You should've been smarter than to trust me." She bent down, her face mere inches from his, and whispered, "Be careful what blossoms when you're not looking."
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