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He was something like what nightmares were made of. It was strange; he once promised her a better life, now that she was no longer a princess. Ever since she was abandoned by her own father and given away to the world to perish alone. But all he wanted, all he had a taste for was her blood.
She remembered his promise to give her something of a better life in exchange for her blood; he gave her dolls that resembled her own appearance, a bed and food. But as time went by, night after night of having him bite into the delicate flesh of her neck and wrists, drinking what life she had within her veins, she became more and more ill and then one night, her heart stopped beating as if she gave up on life itself, she never wanted to die much less be in pain without her mother by her side. She was no longer the child she once was.
He had given her life once again though, allowing the child to live. But in pure darkness, she wasn't like any other vampyre; her heart had beaten once again giving her a faint warm blush to her skin but still cold to the touch.
She didn't remember much of that night, but she could remember him. How he wanted her blood, to taste of her. She refused her need for blood for weeks, trying to survive in the world without anyone as a tutor to teach her the ways of the vampyre. The man who took her blood, made her ill. She had no idea what he was. What she now was. How was she ever to learn that she couldn't grow up? That she had to kill in order to survive? This was no life for a child.
Forever a child, wandering the world..
Forever alone.
She remembered his promise to give her something of a better life in exchange for her blood; he gave her dolls that resembled her own appearance, a bed and food. But as time went by, night after night of having him bite into the delicate flesh of her neck and wrists, drinking what life she had within her veins, she became more and more ill and then one night, her heart stopped beating as if she gave up on life itself, she never wanted to die much less be in pain without her mother by her side. She was no longer the child she once was.
He had given her life once again though, allowing the child to live. But in pure darkness, she wasn't like any other vampyre; her heart had beaten once again giving her a faint warm blush to her skin but still cold to the touch.
She didn't remember much of that night, but she could remember him. How he wanted her blood, to taste of her. She refused her need for blood for weeks, trying to survive in the world without anyone as a tutor to teach her the ways of the vampyre. The man who took her blood, made her ill. She had no idea what he was. What she now was. How was she ever to learn that she couldn't grow up? That she had to kill in order to survive? This was no life for a child.
Forever a child, wandering the world..
Forever alone.
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Not really a full story, I think I am still on that dreaded writers block. This is what happens when inspiration wants to strike at ungodly hours in the morning... 6:30am.. in fact. D: Go away insomnia.
This is kind of what I imagined Luciana’s encounter with the vampyre who turned her to be like. Here Luciana is aged around seven years of age, by this time, She is no longer able to be with her mother because of her fathers greed to rule the kingdom. The Vampyres in this story of mine aren't really dead, its more of a virus. Hence why it took several days for Luciana to change into one.
Obviously, I hope it to be much much more drawn out in the actual story. This was written on a whim.
Will be moved to scraps later.
This is kind of what I imagined Luciana’s encounter with the vampyre who turned her to be like. Here Luciana is aged around seven years of age, by this time, She is no longer able to be with her mother because of her fathers greed to rule the kingdom. The Vampyres in this story of mine aren't really dead, its more of a virus. Hence why it took several days for Luciana to change into one.
Obviously, I hope it to be much much more drawn out in the actual story. This was written on a whim.
Will be moved to scraps later.
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So sad! But still really good, great job