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Memoirs of the Night - Chpt 6Am I dead? I opened my eyes cautiously to find Rosaline staring deep into them, concerned. What had happened? Was I a dream? I was filled with questions, but I could not speak. I felt faint, when was the last time I ate? All my memories were a blur, were they even memories? I opened my mouth to ask, but no sound could escape. My throat was dry, I needed to feed.
She understood. Putting a finger on her lips to signify that silence was necessary, she pulled me to a heap lying on the floor. The immorality of it did not occur to me; my primitive urge to feed was overwhelming. I drank deeply, the metallic taste of the liquid flowing through my body. It nourished me; gave me the strength to continue. After feeding, I glanced up at Rosaline, wondering what she must think of me. I was drinking a strangers blood, not giving a second thought to his family, his friends; the people he was leaving behind. But she was smiling, even with the blood dripping down my face and my hair a mess. She r
Memoirs of the Night - Chpt 5It was absolute heaven. Everything else just seemed to disappear as she gently kissed my lips. The cold, wet floor seemed comfortable when she was there. I stared into her eyes and caught the devilish glint that suggested what she wanted to do would be frowned upon in society.
She pushed me further to the ground, kissing me harder and harder. Her hands slowly moved from their original position on the ground to trace my figure. I led in a daze, not entirely sure what was happening. Her head moved to my neck and her sharp teeth sunk into my neck, causing a sharp intake of breath on my part. She looked up, asking permission as one of her hands lightly moved down my legs, pulling up my skirt. Smiling, I adjusted my position to make it easier for her.
Bowing her head, she pulled down the boxers I was wearing, tutting playfully at my boyish underwear. Her hands traced my legs, settling in between them. I sighed; I wanted her to stop teasing me. Separating them, she bowed her head further...
Memoirs of the Night - Chpt 4Hand in hand, we ran for miles. I no longer felt tired after exertion; the fluid movement of my long, slender legs was exhilarating. We left the shouting behind, fleeing to our own world. A world where only we existed; nobody was there to judge or discriminate. The world in the forest.
We collapsed against a tree, panting with the exhaustion. The adrenaline was beginning to wear off, and my lags collapsed underneath me. Rosaline slid down the tree to meet me, smiling devilishly. She leant in to kiss me, her low-cut dress dipping seductively. I closed my eyes, kissing her back as her hands traced the outline of my figure. She pushed me further into the undergrowth, hiding us from any passers-by. Not that we would find any in this isolated part of the woods.
Were we staying here? I was torn between fear and excitement. Part of me longed to return home and to ordinary life, but would I ever be able to? Would I ever see my family again? Tears filled my eyes as I thought of my mother; what
Memoirs of the Night-Chpt 3The room swam before my eyes; I was unsure whether it was the shock or the poison. Whatever it was left me little time to contemplate this, as I was soon unable to sit up. I collapsed back onto the bed, and Rosaline leant over me. She looked concerned, her face blurred. Everything faded to black.
I awoke; the fire spreading through my blood had returned and I writhed in pain. It was all I could do to prevent myself from screaming aloud. Rosaline rushed over, her eyes wide with empathy. I wanted to soothe her, to tell her it was alright and that I would be fine, but I couldnt find my voice. I forced myself to remain still and she gently caressed my face. Her cool fingers felt like ice against my skin, the temperature increasing as she leant in to kiss me.
She bowed her head, her lips next to my ear.
Im going to bite you again; it will ease the pain a little.
Her face was full of remorse; it was obvious that she didnt want to hurt me. I longed to look out of
Memoirs of the night-Chpt 2I stared blankly at her. What had she just said? My brain attempted to unscramble the words while I could feel a warmth spreading through me. She looked up, anticipating a reply I was unable to voice. I simply smiled at her, my blue eyes analyzing her every movement.
I tried to reply, but my voice was gone. The shock had taken away my last breath leaving me speechless. Rosaline broke the silence.
Im sorry, I understand if you dont feel the same. I just... I needed to tell you. If you dont want to be around me, then Ill leave and find someone to nurse you.
Nurse me? I was confused, and I looked at her questioningly, awaiting explanation.
I turned you into... Into one of us. Youre like me now. Stronger, and youre going to live forever. But while you recover, youre going to be weak. The way I had to change you will be painful; the poison in my saliva will slowly kill all your cells. They will re-animate eventually, but its
Memoirs of the Night-Chpt 1Eurgh. My head! It was agony! I tried to move, expecting to fall out of bed and crawl across the floor until I found ibuprofen. I couldnt move! What happened? Slowly, the recent events crept back into my memory. I wanted to check my neck, to reassure myself it had all been a nightmare, but my hands wouldnt move. They seemed to be restrained; I was handcuffed to the bed!
I finally opened my eyes, watching the ceiling swim before it settled into distinguishable shapes. I seemed to be in Rosalines room. What was going on? Why had she bitten me? I tried to scream, but the noise was muffled. I was gagged! I strained against my bonds, trying to yank myself free. I didnt care how much noise I was making until I realised the rattles had drowned out the tapping of footsteps.
Shhhhh! Emilia, its alright!
Rosalines attempt to sooth me seemed insignificant as I struggled against my bonds. She had attacked me, tied me up and held me hostage, yet she e
Memoirs of the Night-PrologueHer eyes glistened with excitement as she leant in towards me. She had a secret on the tip of her tongue, willing to escape. She wanted to tell me! I leant further in, motioning for her to whisper the secret in my ear. It was then I felt her razor-sharp teeth sink into my neck.
Flashes, like light bulbs popping in front of my eyes. Was I dying? I sincerely hoped so; the pain shooting through my body was excruciating. It felt like my blood was on fire, searing though my veins, intent on burning me from the inside out. I wish it would end! Surely I should be passing out from the pain by now!
I felt myself beginning to weaken; I collapsed to the floor, looking up to see her lilac eyes burning with a fire I had never seen before. She grinned manically, sensing my end was near. I close my eyes, expecting to never open them again...
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