Post Seven

I awoke that next morning with ‘her’ face just inches from mine. She smiled happily as she pulled back the curtains to reveal the night sky. I looked up at her, cringing slightly from the high pitched scraping of the metal rings against the metallic bar. She seemed to be in a chipper mood. Suddenly Jason walked in, his normal grumpy expression on his face. I glanced over at him as his eyes met mine. I knew what was coming up, and before I could say anything, Jessamine spoke up.
“Today, Ryder, you become a true Vondescure. Our true daughter. My true daughter.” She stated. I stared at her, frightened. I quickly ran over to Jason, trying to hide behind him. Jessamine just stared at him straight in the eyes. He calmly remained where he was but looked back at me.
“You had your chance to run, Ryder. It’s a bit too late now. I can’t stop her like you think I can. She’s older, thus stronger than me.” He explained. He then grabbed my hand.
“Really, Ryder, I’m sorry.” He muttered, then hugged me tightly before slipping something in my pocket. I paused, then walked over to Jessamine. I swallowed hard, then looked up at her.
“Jessamine. You can turn me. But I will never be your daughter.” I growled. Jessamine’s face flinched, but she still seemed intent. I sighed, then opened my eyes again.
“My mother is Linda March! You will never be my mother. You can never be my mother. You did not raise me from a baby like my mother did! You kidnapped me! And if you turn me, one day I will come back and kill you.” I continued, my eyes beginning to water... Or… bleed. She smiled more darkly this time, then grabbed my wrist, twisting it. I screamed in agony.
“Yes, we’ll see about that. Trust me, Ryder. Your parents are fine without you. And when you become a vampire and learn respect, you will grow to love me.” She snarled. I cringed as I fell to my knees. If you’ve ever had your wrist twisted and bent by a fucking psychotic PMSy vampire bitch, you’d know how much this shit hurts. I stared up at her as she stared down at me, her pure white eyes lined with desire as she barred her fangs.
“Now shut up and accept your fate.” Jessamine snarled as she gripped my throat with one hand and pulled herself onto me. I could feel my life slipping from my grasp. My humanity… with every drop of blood that left my body and spilt onto the floor, I felt everything that could have been normal in my life later on disintegrate and spill around me. I reached out one hand towards Jason, but he just turned around and left the room. It felt like years that I spent on that cold floor before she lifted her mouth, dripping with the thick red fluid that was once in my body. She grinned as she cackled darkly. She looked over at her hand, then after pulling out a knife from under her skirt, gently cut a thick strip down her hand. I felt her place the hand against my open wound, then nothing but fire burning my body from the inside. My vision began to blur, then focus again as I watched her stand up, wiping the remaining blood off of her mouth. While I laid there, all I could think was “I can’t wait to plug you, you fucking bitch”. And with those words as my lullaby, I soon fell asleep.

When I awoke, I no longer felt my heart pounding. I felt cold… alone. I sat up slowly, looking around. No one was in my room this time. I was completely alone. I closed my eyes, wishing this was all a dream. To make sure it was just a dream, I ran my tongue against my teeth. I yelped in pain when I felt something sharp in my mouth. And you know what that was?

Mother fucking vampire fangs.




-Ryder March Vondescure.