Faline

Kierra falls with the one named Anthony riding her down. His shirt tears as his body grows too large for his clothing. Brown fur splits through skin, bones shift and grow.

Legs stretch, arms lengthen, claws grow at the tips of his fingers and toes, and his spine elongates to form a tail. The shifting and popping shreds the clothes he's wearing till he's in nothing but thick muddy brown fur. He grunts as his muzzle forms in with sharp, pointed teeth.

Kierra kicks at him, but he doesn't budge, only shifts to get a better grip, then digs in his claws...

I sit up with a start, the breath leaving my body in a scream. My heart is beating so hard it feels like it's trying to jump right out of my chest. A cold sweat covers my body, leaving my clothes damp and uncomfortable.

I can't get enough air into my lungs to scream again. I look around looking for help, but I don't see anything. All I see is blackness.

I'm blind!

My chest expands as another scream rises in my throat.

"Scream all you want, no one can hear you."

I whirl around to the voice behind me, but I still only see the black of nothingness. The type of inkiness that has your brain trying to create things out of nothing.

"Who...who are you? Where am I? Where is my sister?"

My heart still thuds in my chest from fear, but now dread adds to the mix.

"Don't you remember my sweet? We left her in the tender care of my dear friend. I'm sure she has really... enjoyed his company."

It all comes flashing back. We were in the parking lot when two men approached us. Kierra had gotten angry when they wouldn't move away from us. The rain, the shifting.

The blood.

"Nicolaus, what have you done?"

Nicolaus had grabbed me after Anthony had attacked Kie. I had screamed and tried to hit him, but he moved too fast. He was then behind me, one of his arms holding both of mine against my body so I couldn't move. The other at the back of my head gripping my hair.

He made it so I had a front-row seat to see what Anthony had been doing, what he was becoming. He had then whirled me to face him, his dark eyes brightening, glowing with a yellow tinge. They were slit.

I screamed.

He'd opened his mouth to show a pair of fangs that would make any feline proud. With one hand holding both of mine behind me, he gripped my hair and pulled my head to the side with the other. I tried to scream, to call for help, but my voice was cut off by pain tearing into my neck followed by a falling sensation.

I'd lost my balance and fell into him, he let go of my hands to put his arm around me. Nicolaus held me gently, I tried to struggle, but my body felt weak, loose. I must have passed out though, because here I am, waking up here.

My hand creeps up to my neck, it feels sticky with my hair matted to my throat. I wince as dried and wet blood meet my fingers. I have to get out of here, but as soon as that thought crosses my mind, my body feels weak again.

"What have you done to me? Where am I?"

I look up to where I think he is. The darkness seems to have substance.

"We are safe here, no other but Anthony and I know of this place. You are mine, no other will have you."

My body begins to shake from his words. I'm his? Why does he want me? Where am I? My neck is throbbing, it has been for a while. I thought it might have been from the angle I was turned, but now I begin to wonder.

"What did you do to me?"

I'm getting really tired of talking to the darkness, so I begin to move away from the direction his voice is coming from. I'm stopped abruptly by a tugging on my leg. A scream is swallowed down painfully.

Feeling down my leg just to find a thick metal cuff around my ankle, attached to a chain, I whimper. This cannot be happening. My sister and I have never done anything to deserve this.

Kierra.

Where is she? Is she alright? Someone from the mall had to have called the police, right?

"You can't go anywhere love, you are mine, and I will not let you go."

A light turns on. Pain shoots into my skull before I can get my eyes closed, putting a hand over them to dull the shine that always seems to make it through your closed lids. I can hear movement in front of me, then a pull on the chain. My hand is yanked away from my face, causing my eyes to fly open.

Shooting stars bounce around in my brain, followed by comets of pain, but I keep them open. A cry of protest escapes before I bite my lip to cut it off. Nicolaus is crouched in front of me with one hand on my unchained ankle, the other holding my hand as if he's my best friend or lover.

"Don't hide from me love, that will only hurt you more."

I gape at him. Is he serious? I try pulling my hand away, but he squeezes till I cry out. He smiles. Okay, this dude is seriously fucked up in the head.

"What do you want?"

My asking only gets me another smile from him. His eyes close as he inhales. I think he's sniffing me. What a creep.

When those orbs open, the pupils go from semi-round to a thin slit, as a cats would. He leans into me, eyes a startling orange. An image of a snake flashes in my mind.

As he leans in, I lean back. There's no way I'm letting him get close enough to kiss me. He keeps coming, so I keep going.

My mistake.

I lose my balance and fall onto my back. Nicolaus smirks and leans over me. His hair is unbound and falling around him, probably mid-back length. Right now, as he crouches over me, it tickles my cheek as it falls around us.

He still has a hold of my hand, so I use the other to push him away. He doesn't budge. I might as well try to push a car off me. The car may have shifted at least. His face lowers till a good inhale from me would have our lips touching.

I hold my breath.

His lips are a light touch against mine when a door bangs open. Nicolaus jerks up, wrenching my wrist as he stands. He doesn't smile this time when I cry out, eyes riveted to the door.

I follow his gaze to see that it's hidden by a fall of dark-colored drapes. Even if I had been able to see things sooner, I still wouldn't have found it, hidden the way it is. The whole room, with a quick glance over, seems to be lined with the material.

A very naked male is standing just in front of the only escape known to me. I sit up to take the pressure off my wrist. Even then, Nicolaus is so tall with me sitting that my arm is still held in the air. Very undignified if you ask me.

The man, who I recognize as Anthony, is slowly limping into the room. His body and groin are covered in blood and dripping down his hairy legs. I look hurriedly to his face, which is also covered in blood.

Blood and other liquids are running down his dirty face to cover his chest. My stomach rolls at the sight. He's licking the trails from around his mouth but winces when his tongue comes across the whitish-yellow goo.

I had thought his left eye was swollen shut, but just realized that there isn't an eyeball there. I feel a scream welling up, but painfully swallow it down as I take more of it in. His hair is matted to his head with dried blood and mud.

When I get a flash of him on top of Kierra, I let loose my scream. Anthony's lips lift into a crooked smile at me as Nicolaus jerks on my wrist again. I shut up, but I can't look away.

"What happened?" Nicolaus demands.

His angry voice is frightening in its intensity. He finally let's go of me and walks over to the injured male, his steps light and quiet. Anthony raises his hand to the cuts on his head, touching on his hair then sliding down to his face.

He winces as he touches on the empty socket and his indented cheekbone, broken nose with split and swollen lips. I gag. The side of his face is a red, bloody ruin. One eye looks at Nicolaus, his sardonic expression confusing me.

Then rage splits his face as I watch, baring his bloody teeth and clenching his hands. Anthony's one eye fairly spits fire, looking like he's about to take a swing, but just snarls viciously.

"That stupid bitch! I'm going to tear her apart piece by piece, and then I'm going to eat the fucking pieces!"

Colorful. But it does give me hope.

Kierra is still alive!

And clearly did a number on this jackass. I look down his body to his bloody groin. Yup, looks like her handiwork.

Looks like she tried pushing his bits into his abdomen and out through his back, and none too gently. All I can really see is blood and matted hair. No, wait, there it is. I wince and shudder.

The shaft itself was probably around five or six inches when soft, but it looks folded in on itself, like someone folded it in half, and took great pleasure in making it as painful as possible. A gash along its length is still dripping steadily. I can't be sure, but it looks like he only has one testicle under the injured organ.

I turn my head and hide a smile over the fact that my sister could cause so much damage. Nicolaus's next words make my blood run cold and wipes the smile from my face.

"She was to be killed! Looks like she killed you!"

He snarls it, motioning to the other man's ruined manhood.

"You'll be lucky if you heal all the way, or even properly for that matter. What good are you as a eunuch? What good are you to me? You belong to me, I own your ass! As soon as possible, you are to go back there and finish it. Do you understand?"

Anthony gives a curt nod and leaves the room the same way he came in, limping. The drapes fall over the door as he leaves, leaving no trace that there is a door behind them. Nicolaus stands there, staring after him.

I make the mistake of moving my legs, trying to find a less uncomfortable way of sitting, which draws his attention.

"It seems your sister is more resourceful than I originally gave her credit for. We'll have to remedy that."

My heart thuds painfully in my chest as he glides the few steps back to me. Next thing I know I'm gripped in his arms with his head at my neck, licking at the tender skin, then biting down. I can feel my blood flowing from the vein into his mouth.

He gulps down my life force greedily. My vocal cords are frozen once more, for I can't make any noise. I can see starbursts behind my eyes, my lips go numb as my body arches.

I get flashes of color that I have no name for in my head. Other colors like greens, reds, and blues fly by, making shapes of large animals racing through a forest. Large jungle cats jumping from tree to stone fortresses in a faraway place of a long-ago time.

I fall back to the floor as the colors subside, my body weak and cold. His arms fall as he kneels next to me, my blood staining his lips and leaking down his chin. Nicolaus gazes at me with glazed eyes, almost drowsy looking with an unhealthy dose of lust.

"It takes three blood exchanges to convert you, I will now give you the first. Your body will burn with my blood and I will watch with great joy. You will know me, for you are mine."

I hear his words, but they don't make any sense to me. I know what he is, he's a Vampire, a creature of myth and fantasy, but myth doesn't have my blood running down its face with a maniacal, possessive look in its eyes.

Many times had I dreamed of becoming a creature of the night, like that which I write about, but not like this. I don't want this. It must show in my eyes, for he scowls at me.

"Come now my love, we will rejoice in the bloodshed we cause."

His eyes light up as if he just thought of something, then smiles so big his fangs flash sharp and red.

"Yes, I'll have to change a few orders, but we will have Anthony fetch your sister and bring her here where she will wait for your change, then you will have her as your first meal. I will watch as you drain her dry. I will have release as she dies and can never order you around again. What do you think my love? Or shall we kill her together and then make love in her blood?"

Tears are creeping from my eyes as he talks of my sister's murder. His chest rises and falls as if his heart pounds at the idea. I try to speak, cough, then try for my words again. They come out low and scratchy.

"You will not touch her. She will find me and kill you. And stop calling me your 'love' and 'sweet'. I am nothing to you, as you are definitely nothing to me."

He scowls and then smirks at me.

"We will see."

The monster unbuttons his shirt revealing pale white skin, then pulls me up to him. I want to push him away, but my arms feel so weak, I can't move them. I watch as he lifts a hand, his index fingernail very sharp as he slashes at his chest, right over his heart. Blood wells up and slowly falls.

He pulls me closer to him, pushing my head closer to his wound. I turn away from his cool skin, but his hand pulls at my hair, turning my face into his chest. I try to keep my mouth closed, but can't breathe due to my nose being mashed against his body.

Just as I open my mouth to inhale, he presses me into the wound. Gasping in pleasure as his blood seeps into my mouth, I gag and try not to swallow, but he tightens his fist in my hair causing me to do so convulsively. His other arm wraps tight around me, pulling me harder into his body.

Blood has a copper taste, like putting a penny in your mouth. His blood smells coppery, but it's sweet, like encasing said penny with a candy coating. I swallow and can't seem to stop.

It feels like I've drunk gallons before he pulls away. That drowsy, contented look back in his eyes along with the craving desire. Nothing happens for a few seconds, then my body begins to burn.

Fire shoots through me, molten lead in my veins. I begin to convulse, coming out of his arms and curling into a ball, clenching all my muscles. Even my bones feel like they are being dipped into molten lava.

Heat pools low in my belly, a small quick surge of arousal dampens my thighs.

I weep.

I scream.

I wail, but nothing helps. I writhe on the floor feeling as if I'm melting from the inside out. The last thing I see before I pass out is Nicolaus lying next to me stroking himself hard to my agony.