Vampirotica by Raining Teardrops

Prolouge: The Beginning

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I can still remember their muffled screams as if I were still in bed inside that house.

It was a cold November night and everyone had gone to bed a little after dusk so as to be fresh in the morning. My mother's sister, her husband and children were sleeping in the guest room as they had come to visit for the week. None of us knew this would be our last night together as a family.

Mama had just finished washing the dishes after dinner and came up to tuck me in. She said, "Sleep tight Kago. Tomorrow will be full of new changes for you. It is the rite of passage. You will understand soon enough." Her teeth seemed to glint dangerously in the candle light. She was as cryptic as ever and I kept silent knowing she wouldn't tell me her meaning even if I did ask.

Back then Kago was my nickname. Only she called me it, it was our little secret. She once let it slip when papa was around and he showed us just how foolish it was to have pet names. Since that day mama never spoke of it unless it was just us. She gave me a kiss on the forehead and ran her hand down my cheek lovingly. I smiled at her and she smiled back. She blew out the candle on my bedside table and left the door cracked in case I had another nightmare. I was prone to having them every once in a while.

I rolled over and pulled the blanket up to my chin and snuggled deeper into my bed.

The last thing I remember before falling asleep was the sight of the winking stars outside of my window.

I woke with a jumble when I heard the crash in the other room. I gasped as my body met the cold air outside of the warm haven of my bed. It was never this cold at night. Sure it got pretty cool but the fire downstairs was normally kept alight to keep this from happening.

So it was no surprise that I could see my breath as I moved to grab my robe off the post of my bed.

I was sixteen this year, I had just turned so last month October 31, 1888. I took the time to lace the ties that came up the front. The front was more like what a corset would have been in the back. It fit snuggly and had always kept me warm. I had grown a bit over the last year and it was starting to fit more tightly than usual in the chest area.

After slipping on my robe and putting on my slippers I crept to the door. There was a candle alight on the floor and the wax was flowing over the edge and onto the floor; that was probably what caused the fire. I saw the smoke and ran to my little sister's room. Her room lay in ruins. As I made it to her bedside, I stumbled back and fell to my bottom my hand over my mouth. Her body was covered in blood and her blankets lay in ruin. Her face was as pale as the moon and her eyes devoid of life. He mouth was slightly agape in a silent scream.

Unable to handle her image I stumbled from the room and down the hall to the next room. But her picture was forged into my mind.

I was frantic as I opened the room to where my aunt, uncle and nieces were. Twins. Killed in each others arms. Bathed in each others blood. I ran from the room.

I already knew what to expect in my parents room.

I threw the door open with no reserve, fearful of what I would find.

I think it was then I screamed. My father was on the floor, his throat ripped open. My mother was on the bed I stepped to her and ran my hand down her cheek as she had done to me earlier. It was still warm and pink. It was her image that broke me.

I stumbled back into the wall, fell to the floor and wept. I wept for my nieces, my aunt, my uncle, my sister, my father, my mother...Their images playing over and over in my head.

Tormenting me. I cried out, "Mama, papa, forgive me, I didn't know."

I wept for so long; my face and hands had become numb. It was then I heard the voice from the door. It was calling to me quietly whispering to me sliding over my skin leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake telling me of riches untold. I crawled to him, the robed figure, and begged his forgiveness. He picked me up and held me to his chest and told me it was okay. His hands were running through my hair lulling me into a dream less sleep. I was vaguely aware of his voice.

"I can make the pain go away. I can help you cope."

"Yes make it go away." I remember saying.

He chuckled and whispered. "As you wish child. This might hurt a bit, but in the end it will be worth it."

I nodded into his shoulder. He sank to his knees on the floor. I barely registered my limp legs folding under me, holding me up in this strangers arms.

He told me to grab onto his cloak. I did as he said.

His mouth hovered over my throat. Then I felt the tiniest of pricks before a rush of pleasure enveloped me. I heard him groan against my neck. I remember the feeling as it were my first sexual experience. The mindless pleasure of it. My hands were tightening and letting loose of his cloak like a mantra. I remember his hips thrusting against mine and a hardness touching me with each movement. I was not ignorant as to what it was. But the surprise of it had me gasping and his mouth on my neck had me moaning.

I was ashamed that this stranger I had no knowledge of at the time was giving me my first taste of sex. I could feel his tongue against my heat. My vision was starting to fade. I remember crying out for him to stop and feeling faint.

He only pulled away and looked into my eyes. They were an electric blue, he was panting hard. His hands had a grip on my shoulders and I suppose we looked like midnight lovers embraced as we were.

He let go of my shoulder and brought his wrist to his mouth. I watched the blood spurt out and stain my robe. As I remember now I was covered in the blood of each of my family members. It was fitting I let there be some of this strangers.

He held out his wrist and told me to drink. I looked to him and took hold of his wrist. The taste I experienced for the first time was sweet yet metallic. I found the more I tasted the sweeter and less metal it became. Soon I was latched onto his wrist and I could barely hear him telling me to stop in a frantic yet calm voice.

Through him I felt the first beginnings of the pleasure I would get when I fed.

I let go and sat back ashamed of what I had done.

He was panting and looking at me his eyes that electric blue color they had been the entire time.

His eyes slipped down to my disheveled robe and his hands reached out. He untied my robe and cast it from my body. His hands reached out to me ruthlessly. He was greedy and took much. But I gave, and gave, and gave. As he had given me pleasure through his bite, I was already aroused. So instead of worrying about what I was doing I let him take my virginity.

Later that night I gathered what scrolls were sacrificed from the raging fires in my father's office tossing them into a make-shift bag. I would not look at them but keep them in remembrance of why I must go on. But in the future I would only remember this night as the night I became a vampire.