Birth into the darkness

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The curved moon cast an eerie silvery light across the street. It was a warm summer’s evening; the sun had been down for no more then two hours the night was still young. Leonard Four a powerful noble from the year 1745, stared down the shadowy street of London.  His cold eyes darted from side to side waiting for his next victim to show. He smiled to himself softly his pointed canines digging into his smooth lips. He could hear her heeled boots from miles of, he watched the street below him with great interest waiting for her to come closer. He had been watching her for years and finally he felt the time was right to make her his. His children, the ones he had chosen to share his dark gift claimed that he was obsessed by this mortal woman. It was true and he knew this, he had been watching her for so long. He had watched her grow from a pure child to a beautiful vibrant young teen and finally a slightly bitter woman who hid her attractiveness behind rules and sternness. He watched as his Athena walked across the empty street, not at all worried about being in a street on her own in the dark like most women would be. The night revolved around her, time seemed to stop when ever she was close to him, he was always close but she never noticed the cold longing filled eyes staring at her on dark nights such as this. The moon light bounced of her pale skin as if it was a mirror; her rosy lips gleamed against the dirty street. He knew that tonight was the night, he couldn’t wait any longer. He had waited for years letting her live a mortal life before he took her to another life to a better life. He forced himself to wait for her to enter under the arch he currently seated on, before walking to the other end and lowering himself down coming face to face with the woman who had controlled his fantasies for years.  3

She was beautiful. She stood before him her pupils dilated trying to get used to the dim light that surrounded the street. Her mouth hanging open slightly in surprise, after all it wasn’t everyday a fully grown man jumped of an arch and landed in front of you. His timing was perfect a few more seconds and he could have landed on top of her. He listened to the innocent pumping of her heart going into over drive at the mere sight of him. He smiled a toothy grin at her and waited for a reaction. She gasped and stumbled away from him before fumbling in her dark robes for her knife.  She found it easily and held it out pointing right at the un-dead man in front of her. He chuckled softly and brushed her hand aside with one single stroke of his. He stepped closer to her his face inch’s from hers. He was a handsome man, long brown curls of hair danced around his shoulders. His eyes were the same shadowy colour from side to side his lips dark and glossy. She gasped as the icy white hands wrapped around her shoulders before wondering down her back holding her tightly against him. 4

“Please don’t… I- I’m not ready I still have so much to do.” She cried, feeling salty tears running down her thin cheeks. She wasn’t ready to die. He kissed her neck softly. 5

“I’ve waited so long for this.” He whispered in her ear his cold breath chilling her to the bone. He sucked her neck softly enjoying the feel of her pulse racing under his lips. Tears slid faster down Minerva’s cheeks she couldn’t stop them. 6

“Please… I can’t die I can’t I have to help with the war I can’t leave them.” She begged desperately. 7

“Don’t plead Athena, it doesn’t suit you.” She groaned loudly in fear as he slid his pointed canines into her vein, his tongue lapping hungrily at her neck. She started to tremble and shake in his arms her legs gave way she fell against him. She wanted to scream she wanted to yell for help she wanted to be able to reach her knife that was now sat on the floor. She couldn’t do anything. She felt so weak her life force being stolen from her. He lowered her down softly, pulling away from her skin watching her bottom lip tremble as her eyes shot all over the place looking for an escape. 8

“Oh my love, don’t be so afraid. It will be over soon.” He whispered pulling his wrist up to his lips and piercing his own skin softly. He held it out to her she just closed her mouth not willing to take the antidote he was offering. He sighed and gripped her jaw gently forcing her to open her mouth with that unholy strength. He pushed his wrist against her mouth tensing his arm so his poisoned blood ran down into her mouth. He smiled as she tried to spit it up but it to late it was already to far down her delicate throat. Her body jerked violent under him, her muscle’s tensing her breath hard and desperate. Then it suddenly became slower her heart stopping her breath going. And for second’s just seconds she knew relief for seconds she was something that she knew she would crave, she was dead. But it only lasted for seconds soon the poisoned blood began to drift around her body poisoning her muscles and anything else it touched. Her body twitched slightly as she opened her eyes and saw the world for the first time as one of the un-dead. 9