Vampire of Shadow Manor(Restarted) - Open

[TheNiteSiren]

I completely and utterly hate living in the dorm but my mother said what she usually said. Amelia Jean, You will learn how to survive on your own much better by living in the dorm. What my mother did take into consideration was the fact that I have always been a ‘geek’. There was a group of girls in the dorm that were targeting me all the time. I have been the victim of pranks, theft and defamation of my favorite books. My father always said I inherited my temperament from him. It took him a long time to simmer until he reached full boil but when it did, it lasted a long time. It wasn’t healthy to spend your nights crying into your pillow. There was no reason for them to treat me this way. I was lying in bed but this time I was crying because my boyfriend had just broken up with so he could date this little cheerleader.

We had never gone all the way before and it had been a bone contention between us. I wanted to wait till the time was right but it never felt right with him. I did care about him though. He was my first love and my best friend for a long time. He had gone off to California State to go to school. I had been waiting for the kiss off letter for a while. Delusional is one thing I am not. I’m definitely not diva material.

It was Halloween night in Salem and everyone was celebrating. There was a knock at the door and a familiar face popped in. “Oh go away.” Marcy was one of the Barbie doll group that had been giving me hell. It didn’t make sense that she’d come visit me in my room, let alone knock. “OUT!” The red head pouted at me and really wanted to roll my eyes. “Alright, what is it?” Out of the group, Marcy had to be the tamest which is why I helped her out on occasion. “There’s a get together at that old manor tonight. The place gives the creeps but I think I would be fine with a friend.” So that was the problem. Showing any kind of weakness in that pack would get you labelled consumption. “Alright. I’ll go.” She gave me a tight hug. “Marcy, oxygen.” I’m a small girl for 20 years old but I inherited that from my mother.

The party wasn’t a costume one which made me happy. I was too old to be prancing about as a witch or fairy. That was for the kids. I should have known something was up when Marcy insisted on using her car. The only cars in the driveway of Shadow Manor were the cars of the people she didn’t want to see. As soon as we drove up, Marcy turned to me with tears in her eyes. “They made me.” Someone yanked me out the car and dragged me inside the very creepy house. It almost felt like someone was watching all of this. Zack was the head member of this pack and his girlfriend Melanie was the worst of the bunch. “What the hell do you guys want?”

Melanie walked straight up to me and slapped in the face so hard that I nearly tumbled down to the floor. I swore I heard a growl from somewhere I the shadows. “I want my dorm building to spic free.” That nearly chilled me to the bone. My mother had talked about the problems was racism on campus since she taught Spanish there. “Maybe you get a reality check, Barbie. It’s 2013. I was born here and I have just as much a right to be there as you do. At least I’m not some dumb ass trust fund baby who can’t work because she might chip a nail.” I held a full time job. The cost of schooling for me was reduce since my mother was staff but the rest was up to me.

That evil bitch kicked me in the stomach and knocked the wind from me. All I felt were the blows from the girls and their boyfriends. Very classy. These guys had absolutely no problem beating me nearly half to death because of the color of my skin. My last few thoughts as I dripped blood on the hardwood floor were: ‘I can’t die here. I haven’t lived yet.’

 

[a_libertine]

Time goes slowly some years, faster other years. This year has been very eventful, Melanie has brought forth person after person for me, since her falling to the blood bond a in her freshman year. As such her arrogance has grown nearly exponentially. With each feeding from me, her devotion has somehow waned a little, replaced by her belief that her looks and power are of her own origin.

I watch her as she planned tonight's events and wondered at her hatred of a racial type not too different from my own. By the setting of the sun, there are a half dozen people in wait, ready to pounce on Amelia. One by one I enhanced their anticipation, stoking their fires hotter and hotter. Some wish to do violence. Some wish to have sex. Others want both.

I can smell her as another car pulls up in the front of the mansion. Innocence, as pure as it comes, or nearly, wafts through my nostrils as the door opens to the ancient mansion, imported at great expense just before the 'Revolutionary War.'

I practically salivate as they beat Amelia to the floor, her blood sings to me, and it stirs my own lust. My member hardens as I hear her mind call out in despair.

My mind enters hers, and I let my mind whisper to hers, "I can save you; will you pay the price?"

 

[TheNiteSiren]

The pain was so overwhelming but I refused to cry in front of these assholes. It radiated down my leg, letting me know that there was a break somewhere. My pride and stubbornness had gotten me into plenty of fixes as a child but this was serious. One by one they left, Melanie being the last among them. She just looked at me and smiled evilly. "This is what you get for parading around like some holier than thou virgin. You're nothing special, just another spic." In a burst of anger I raked my nailed across her face. Melanie's boyfriend grabbed her around the waist and dragged her out of the room. I could hear the door slam from my spot on the floor. So this was how my life would end, in a puddle of my own blood.

There was an energy slowly creeping around me and my good sense (and fear) finally came back to me. There were alot of wild rumors about the family that out owned this estate. No one ever really saw the new resident except for at night and even then, he was very withdrawn. I felt an intrusion into my mind, a presence that was ancient as it was powerful. Instantly I knew whatever this was, it wasn't human.

"I can save you; will you pay the price?"


My rational mind wanted to blur this away, say it was a delusion from the pain but the voice was crystal clear. I thought of my mother and what this would do to her after everything we had struggled for. There was no way she would survive my death and I could let that happen. "I will pay the price. Please help me." My voice was barely audible even to myself. It was such a strain just to take a breath. My body suddenly felt weightless as if it were nothing more than a feather. I was moving, that much I could tell but the direction was still a mystery. With my next pained breath, I smelled a man's cologne or aftershave. It was very different in a way. I was lain on a bed, my body more relaxed, as if the pain had been blocked from my system. A lone tear fell down the side of my face in utter relief.

 

[a_libertine]

Her weight was negligible as I carried her from the library to one of the bedrooms. As I did so, I reached out with my mind, beckoning Melanie back. My blood as diluted within Melanie would speed Amelia's healing process with the burden of the blood bonding.

She had fire and was vigorous. I decided then and there that I wanted her to work her own way to me, and use the blood to solidify her choice.

Stepping from the room I met Melanie in the hall after grabbing a goblet. Taking a claw like finger nail, I sliced Melanie's arm, letting her bleed into the goblet. "What do you wish with that?" she asked.

I felt Melanie tense slightly as I said, "I will have Amelia drink it, to help speed her healing."

My eyes bore into hers, "I could always feed her directly, replacing you in one night."

I left her standing in the hall and returned to Amelia, "Drink, you will feel better almost immediately."

 

[TheNiteSiren]

In my haze I could hear two voices, one male and the other female. My head was lifted and a cup placed to my lips. The coppery smell had me rearing back for a moment, making me wince in pain.

"Drink, you will feel better almost immediately."

The soothing voice seemed to envelop me like a warm satin sheet. I began to drink, little by little the pain slowly ebbing away. I could almost feel my body starting to knit back together. How was this possible? The process seemed to last forever and an instant. When my eyes finally opened again, I could tell that I was in a bedroom inside the manor.

When my eyes met his, I knew I would never forget that handsome face. He hand a strong jaw line and resembled a knight from years past. His dark hair was short but his eyes told his story even more. I looked deep into them, wondering why he had saved me. I didn't notice Melanie until the bitch spoke up.

"He's mine. spic." The statement was practically a growl which did nothing to impress me. I was just so tired of her crap and focused on my savior. "My name is Amelia. I'm not sure how you did it but thank you for helping me." I reached out a hand and touched his cheek, smiling softly. "I guess you could say you were my knight in shining armor tonight."

 

[a_libertine]

I smiled gently at Amelia and said, "I am not so sure about the shining armor part, but once I may have been a knight."

My hand slid out caressing Amelia's face as my eyes memorized every pore of her face. "She will bring you no harm, nor will she allow harm to come to you, Amelia. Melanie knows the price of disobedience."

"Leave us Melanie," I ordered as I sat on the bed next to Amelia. "This rooms is your for the night Amelia, you are welcome to it."

My eyes locked onto Amelia's and for a moment I toyed with the idea of stocking her passions with my powers, and decided against it. Caressing the side of her thigh ever so slightly, "Why did you come here tonight Amelia?"