Graveyard Telenine
I was no stranger to the attentions of others. At a young age, my parents had abandoned me to a life on the streets and left me to fend for myself. Just barely into my 8th year, I sat on the street corners and silently begged those that would look upon me with large eyes and dirt caked on my clothing from days left unwashed. Most were generous enough, tossing coins and wrinkled bills into my outstretched palms, though there were those that would ignore my silent plea.
As I grew older, my small frame creating curves that hadn’t been there only a few short years before. In my 16th year, a man approached me, offering me a job. He didn’t even have to tell me what it was for; any job was better than nothing. A steady income would let me rent a room, a roof over my head, and let me eat on my own schedule and not that of the strangers that offered me their spare change. I hadn’t known my uncensored acceptance of the position would lead down a much darker path.
The man owned a strip club, one of the first in existence, and he needed fresh blood. Girls older and younger than myself had been recruited, pulled from the streets to play a part in the seductive, degrading dance for patrons’ pleasure and money. Had I thought I had a choice, a voice in the matter, I would have walked away. Instead, I stayed and did as I was told no matter how degrading; they were commands engraved in my mind, numbing my thoughts and stripping away the layers of the person I had wanted to be. So many nights I would sit in the corner of the dressing room and cry, begging for something, anything to take me away from here. If only I had known it was the devil answering my prayers.
As with any night at the club, I danced for men as they tossed coins at my feet. But this night, one patron stood out from the rest. His dark pelt made him one with the shadows, but the glow of his eyes set him apart. The blue glow unlike any I had seen had me pausing in step to stare in his direction, and in the blink of an eye he was gone. Had I imagined his presence? The beck and call of the other patrons pulled me back to the present, but I wasn’t convinced. He had been there… but who was he?
The end of the night came and I dressed quickly, wishing to return to the rented room down the street and escape the stench of the club. The night was warm, but the cold stare of the unknown patron had left a chill in me. Rubbing my hands down my arms, I walked quickly down the alley; it was a shortcut to my room. The appearance of the dark figure had me regretting my decision soon after, his silent footfalls quick and precise as he approached. I felt my breath catch at the sight of his cold stare once more; what did he want of me?
“M’lady, you are lovely to behold,” his voice sliced through the darkness like a sharp blade through flesh. The sound of it had my heart racing as I backed away from him, the solid wall stopping me short. I pressed into it, willing it to pull me within its mortar and brick and conceal me from this man.
”You will make a fine addition,” and before I could ask of his intentions, the man was suddenly in front of me, mouth bent to the exposed flesh of my neck. The bite was harsh and quick, the pain there swiftly before it dissipated into a pleasant feeling, much like the kiss of a lover against tender flesh. Time passed with no meaning as he fed at my neck, my body unwilling to respond and push away from my attacker. Even the feel of the hot blood dripping down, sliding along the contour of my collar bone, did not rouse me from his hold.
Only when he pulled back was the dream shattered, the pain of the bite returning. It wasn’t the pain that dropped me to my knees, but the weakness the blood loss had left me with. Dark clouds danced in my vision as I looked up at him, but even then I could not make sense of what I saw. His grin was too wide, incisors too long and stained with blood and the shine of his eyes impossibly bright in the darkness we were in. Slumping forward, I could no longer fight the darkness as it obscured my vision.
”The hunger will devour you soon, just as it does me. Rest now, my beauty.” And as suddenly as he had appeared, he melted away into the darkness. As unconsciousness threatened to take me over and pull me into the slumbering world, my last thoughts were those of hunger; hunger for flesh and blood.
Credits
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Celestial
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♥️ Connections with Val (Voluptuous) and Lucas (Carnivorous)
