rescued or waiting

Once upon a nightmare, Maya remembers the feel of blood grinding into the gravel path from her fingertips, she remembers the noise of faint breath pounding into the black sky, like a soul escaping from hell, she remembers... only nightmares.1

Princess Maya woke once again in a sweat, her babe next to her crying softly for his feed.  She should be so proud, to have her rainbow child. Still something felt heavy inside her. Her fathers left her to sleep through the day now, instead of her usual duties of satisfiying them all.  Responsibility came with her beauty, and she knew it too well.  For years, she can vaguely remember yearning for the attention of men, wishing for fuller breast and flowing hair as dark as the night.  Now she was the night, and she could have any man she layed eyes upon.  Was this her dream?  2

Still sore from the birth, she reached over to her atheme to run across her breast.  Her blood flowed quickly for her infant,and she took delight in seeing him holding tightly to her night gown, comforted by her sweet blood, swollowing hard and fast, satisfied for another hour.3

It had not always been like this, her fathers had informed her, once she was a lost soul of the day, without perpose, without power, without beauty. At least for now she knew what she was for, to help this babe grow strong for his fathers and join thier clan, when his time came.  For now, he was all hers.  For now, he will only be satisfied with her. 4

She half expected, for some reason, her prince charming would be coming soon.  She wasn't sure why this was playing on her mind, she hadn't heard of a prince charming since, well since she could remember. She knew without the help of her prince she could not survive more than a night without the blood of her fathers.  She had read a book once, she thinks, of a strong prince who could rescue princesses and children from dragons and evil.  Evil, but to who?  The ones the daylight favour call her rescuers evil, to her they are her saviours, but sometimes they were everything she fears.  Maya didn't know herself if they had saved or in prisoned her.  Her memory was a fairytale she couldn't fix together, was she saved, or was she waiting to be saved?  Every sunset it was made hazy, drinking the blood of her father, she knew then, just for a moment, that she was saved, and that she was the most desired woman to all of the night. So why couldn't she erase the thoughts of desperateness that fill her when she has her nightmares?  For now, she must concentrate on the rainbow son of the fathers and make sure he was strong.  If she is saved or waiting to be saved, will have to wait until her nightmares become clearer...5