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Date Posted: 14:51:15 11/02/03 Sun
Prolouge
I walked through a cornfield, the sun beating down on me. I could feel the soft soil squishing beneath my feet, and the leaves from the stalks brushing against my sides. I felt more comfertable and at home then I ever had been, or at least since I had left home that time so long ago. When I was turned. I woke up, but remained lying down with my eyes closed, trying to keep the last grips on this dream that I held so dear to my heart. I often have this dream, it comforts me more then anything else.
My master took me away from that life about two hundred years ago. I haven't been back, and only occasionally do I look back. Most of my kind relish their immortality, and celebrate it, but not I. And for that reason alone I am outcast from my kind. That is why I am called Moncha, it means alone. For I am alone, without anyone to care about me, or anyone for me to care for. Why I am like this is certainly beyond my reasoning. I did everything thing a good little vampire should do for the first hunderd years or so, then I just got sick of it. Vampire politics suck monkey ass. Do such and so for someone and you get something. I didn't care anymore, so I just retreated to live in the wild. Which is where I am now.
I'm not all that tall, only 5' 1" but it doesn't really matter. I just suppose you should get a picture of what your narator looks like. I have dark brown, nearly black hair that falls to my waist. My skin is pale enough to look transulcent, and my eyes are much like my hair. So dark nearly black. I have no scars, or blemshes anywhere. Being changed removes all of that. My maker's name was, is, Kedem, meaning old, and old he was. Most Vampires change their names after being changed. They see it as away of dropping the past, forgetting how they thought before. It seems to allow most the kill easier.
It's hard to describe what being dead is like, so this is why I'm trying to write. Hoping to give you some sort of view of it. I suppose I'll start at the age of fifteen in the year 1803, in the state of South Carolina. Yes this is where my story will begin.
Chap1
The older girls in our town always used to play in the forest. And even then I was alone. Seperate from them. They just didn't like me. So I'd go climb a tree, and more likely then not rip my dress and get yelled at. Then I'd stay in that tree reading. I always enjoyed doing this, it always made me feel at peace and happy. I first met Kedem there. It was summer, a thursday in june. I had been sitting quietly in my tree, quietly reading my book and munching on an apple picked from our orchard. Another reason that the other girls in town didn't like me was because my family owned a plantation that had many slaves.
Anyways as I was sitting up in that tree, I shifted to a more comfertable position, and seeing as how nobody was around it didn't really matter how I sat. Seeing as how it was inapropriet. So as I sat, straddling the branch, flashing a large portion of my legs I must say.
"Are proper young ladies in these parts not told how improper it is to sit in such a manner?" The voice was smooth as silk, definetly male, and I couldn't place the accent, although I knew it was very strange. After he had said these words, I felt myself blushing, but I refused to accomodate myself because some stranger.
"Yes, they are, I just didn't listen during that part." It was pert, but true. I hadn't listened to my tutors.
"Are you not going to at least bother to cover yourself up?"
"No, I'm not. I'm quite comfertable" I couldn't believe I was saying this, it was so improper.
"Oh? I fear I may be more embaressed than you then." Although I must say, he didn't sound the least embaressed, he sounded amused.
"Fine, I'll come down then, but turn around or go away. Dresses aren't easy to climb in" It's true, they're not, especially the kind proper you southern ladies are supposed to wear. It's extremely stupid really, I mean one can hardly walk without falling.
"Oh modesty from the lady at last. Ok, it's safe to descend from your tree now." So I did so, ripping my dress twice along the way, mother would just love that.
"Ok, you can turn back around now, sir." He hadn't even introduced himself yet, how improper.
"Oh, I seem to have lost my manners. I am Samuel Turney. And who might you be?" Now that I was on the ground and able to see him, I saw he was the most handsome man I had ever seen. He wore clothes of only the finest cloth, and his hair was splendid black curls. His skin was a light tan, and his eyes were a sparkling sky blue.
"I'm Cathrine Smith of Hillview Estate."
"Nice to meet you Cathrine. Now tell me why is it you were up in a tree?"
"I wanted to be there, and for what reason should I tell you of my activities?" This stranger had no reason to search into my life.
"I just recently moved here, and am trying to leave no person unmet. I already met your friends over on the other side of the forest." Although he said it as though he doubted they were my friends.
"I would like my name connected to them less then I would like my name connected to Benedict Arnold." It was my sincere view on it. At this the man gave a small smile.
"You should be careful while wandering in the woods by yourself Cathrine, a young lady such as yourself could soon find yourself in peril" His sky blue eyes had darkened and I felt a creepy chill crawl up my spine.
"As much as I appreciate your warning, I've done quite well since I was ten."
"And before that?" His voice held a questioning lilt.
"Before I was ten I wasn't allowed out of the house. Now thank you for stealing me away from my daydreams, for I must be getting back to my house." For some reason I really didn't want to be talking to him right then.
"Well then, at least allow me to ascort you to your home."
"I'd prefer to go on my own, thank you." Gathering up my satchel I walked past him, acting as much like a brat as possible. Unforetunately the image didn't last when I tripped over the hem of my dress. I heard him break into laughter, a laugh that was smooth like his voice. Blushing I got to my feet and walked back to my house.
Chap2
As I walked into the kitchen, I grinned at our kitchen slave Betsy. She of course frowned at me, seeing my dress. She always saw those things first.
"Now look what you've gone 'n dun Missy Cat! Yo' momma is gonna tan yo' hide for doin' that. That's the second dress this week! Now I suppose you wuz climbin' trees again, weren't you." She didn't even make it a question, she pretty much knew.
"Oh Betsy, why do you ask if you already know? Plus why do you think I came in through the back? So she wouldn't see me of course. So now if you'll exuse me I'm going up to change. Ta for now!" I knew she was frowning as I quietly walked out of the room so I wouldn't draw attention to myself.
Walking through the halls of our mansion was pitful in it's quietness. I had formerly had five brothers and sisters, all of which were lost to sickness. So now it's just me, mother, father and the slaves. Going into my room on the third floor, I gazed out my window. Horses spread out through the six paddocks all grazed contendedly, while our stallion could be heard calling to the mares from the barn. Quickly changing into a dinner gown, a lounged lazily on my bed. It was hot, and I was lazy. Dinner was two hours from now, so sleep seemed like a good idea.
The world was in shades of black and red only. Splashes of black and red mingled with eachother yet somehow didn't combine. Voices all speaking at once and in different languages flowed around me, mixing, clashing, harmonizing. And above it all laughter sounded, the same laugher of Samuel Turney. Suddenly it was all silence. Deafening silence. Then through that silence a voice whispered "Comes in the night, can live in the day, strikes eternety". After the chilling voice left I was suddenly drowning in hot blood. Drowning in it.
Jerking awake, I sat up in the still the heat, my heart racing. I could still feel the blood surrounding me, even know. Although lucky for me it was dinner time, and time to forget about that dream. I quickly walked down to the table, drats late again.
"Cat, so nice of you to finally join your fathah and I" My mother, southern belle. I gave her a quick smile and seated myself.
"Oh, it's my pleasure mothah." I enjoyed mocking way of talking. Probably too much. It was at this point my 'fathah' would cut in.
"Cat, don't sass your mother." See, I told you so. I gave a small nod to him and shut my mouth, going to the job of eating.
"So Cat, why isn't it you couldn't grace me with your presence in the sewing room today, as you said you would?" Oh shit, I had forgotten. Probably a good thing my parents didn't know i knew those words.
"I was...That is, I forgot I was supposed to. So I was out in the woods." I gave each of them my best smile. Then again that would be a dead give-away I had done something wrong. Each of them gave me a rather suspicious look but didn't say anything.
Three hours later found me back in the woods. I can't tell you what it was that had compelled me there, but that was where I found myself. I had snuck down out of the window in my room and walked here. Now that I reached one of the various clearings I snapped out of the daze I had been in. I barely knew where I was, let alone why I was there. Still dressed in my dinner gown, it made it better incase I had been seen.
"So they call you Cat... you do act like one." His voice sent a chill down my spine. I turned slowly on my heel, to see him lounging against a tree. Had it not been for the moon glowing on pale white skin, I wouldn't have been able to see him, seeing as how he was all dressed in black.
"I shouldn't be here, it isn't proper sir. I'll be taking my leave now." But try as I might I couldn't move from where I was standing. I tried and I tried but I just couldn't. He let out a low rumble of laughter, his teeth flashing brightly.
"Oh don't struggle, oh wait do, it always makes things funner. Come on Cat, you're stronger then you're acting, I know it, I can...sense it on you. Practically taste how strong your mind is and how much it will take to break you." What in the name of the Lord was he babbling about. I tried moving again, but I found I still couldn't. A nervous sweat started to break out on my body as he pushed off from the the tree and started stalking towards me.
"Stay away from me, I don't even know you, go away." Even as said these words, he only stalked closer, until he was right infront of me.
"Cat let me be honest with you my name is not Samuel Turney, nor I have I ever been. My name is Kedem. I am a vampire, older then you can imagine, and older then I care to acknowledge." Was he a madman? To talk of such things, he must be. Vampires were myths designed ot keep children in at night.
"If you don't go away right now, I am going to scream." My voice quivered as I said this, and I hated myself for it. Even as I said this he came closer and put a black gloved finger against my lips.
"Now, now Cat, we musn't scream. Now just be a good girl and stand there quietly." As he said this he slipped an arm around my lower back and skimmed his fingertips lightly along my jaw. Had this not been so improper and frightening I would have laughed, because it tickled. Stopping at my chin he pushed lightly up exposing a long line of my neck. It was then I started struggling wildly. For some reason I could move again.
Lashing out I kicked him sharply and spun away, running the way back to my house. I was too afraid to look back, too afraid to see if he was after me. But alas, I knew he was, I could hear him behind me. Trying to quicken my speed, I tripped over the hem of my dress. I told you these dresses were annoying. Less then a second later I felt the air above me stir, and then he was on top of me. Suddenly I felt something calming seep into my head, it soothed me, made me stop struggling. And then I was floating in a world red, I had no weight, nothing had weight here.
Chap3
After that everything went black. I think it was about three days later that I woke up. All I know is that I was dressed in a black velvet dress that was practically a night gown. The walls were stone and the smell of salt water wafted to my nostrils. Yet there was something strange, my vision seemed hyperfocused and my hearing hypersensitive. I could hear so much. See so much. What had happened? Yet dispite the confusion, I felt strangely calm. I should have been screaming, ranting, throwing things, but I wasn't. After a few moments of staring up at the dark red canopy I slowly sat and got off the bed.
I felt so hungry, but not for anything that had been on my diet before. This time I wanted blood. With each passing second the sensation grew until finally I thought I would grow mad if I didn't have any. Stabbing pains attacked me from everywhere until I threw myself onto the ground. I clawed at the stone floor, god wouldn't the pain end, why couldn't the pain end. I would give anything for it to end, oh why did it have to hurt so damn much. It seemed like for hours I lay on that cold stone floor writhing in pain, with the need to feed, yet it was probably only minutes.
"I didn't expect you up so soon, or else I would have been here sooner. Going even an hour without feeding first can be like being scorched by the flames of hell." That voice... I knew that voice. Yes Samuel...no, not Samuel. Kedem. A name that I damn even now. Right then though, I saw him as a possible saviour.
"Help...please. It hurts, oh god it hurts." My voice was hoarse, and cracked. I sounded like a looney. As I lay there writhing though, he walked towards me, pulled me to my feet. Then with a quick jerk we were in some unrecognizable town. I had never seen it before, and I didn't even think were were still in America. Still in that immense pain, it didn't even bother me that I was in a place far far from home. I just wanted to get rid of it, make it so it would never come back. Anything to make it go away... anything. Before I knew Kedem was gone and back again, all within seconds. Only this time he had brought a friend, a man in his twenties it seemed.. A very unwilling friend. The second I caught site of him, I smelled the blood and instinct took over. I took the man, got a good hold on him, sunk my fangs in and fed.
Draining the body dry, I dropped it the ground. There was no more pain now. I felt normal, well not normal per say. Actually I felt better then I ever had been. I felt like I would never have a care again, that I could do as I please. I was so drunk. Of course this thought would not hit me until i was back to normal so for now, I felt it was ok to act the jackass. I look up at Kedem, who still had his dancing sky blue eyes on me.
"Tasted good didn't he? I bet you feel a lot better." Just then he grinned at me and took a step closer to me. "Cat, you intrigued me when I first saw you sitting so improperly up in a tree. There was a reason why I turned you, one other then to appease my boredom. Which I'm sure you'll do that also.
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