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More of my story [Oct. 12th, 2005|02:42 am]
Write Me Dark

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[falldownnight]
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Title: The After Taste of love
Author: Me (Falldownnight)
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: none
Summary:Part two to my story i've posted before. Here we get to discover more of what the strange man is.



He looked down at her and perked an eyebrow "...well, that was bold." He shook his head and smiled at her. "I am a vampire of sorts."

"Of sorts?? And what does that mean??"

Raven sat down and looked up at him. He laughed again and sat down next to her.

"It means that I can be a vampire, and I can be something else...” He looked over at her and sighed "I am immortal, sometimes I drink blood. I don’t fear the sun light if I drink blood. I am also a soul collector of sorts. I go to funerals of the most prestigious people, and as they're souls separate form there bodies...I eat them. After I....take them into me, I go to the home of whoever hired me and hand them over."

He looked over at Raven to find her lying back in the grass. He joined her and smiled as she looked over.

"So, you drink blood and eat souls...so THAT'S why you’re so trim!!" They both laughed.

"That why I saw you...you are a sprit of...sorts"

"You like saying the word sorts don’t you??"

They both laughed again, and she sighed suddenly.

He looked over at her, leaning on his elbow "What troubles you??" With a sideways look from Raven, he said “I know we’ve just met but im interested in what could trouble someone so beautiful as yourself…”

She leaned on her elbow facing him and smiled gently "Why did you want to talk to me?? Did you think I was one of the souls that you were to eat??" Her voice shook a little.

"No...I don’t see many new sprits like you. If I had wanted to eat you, love, you'd be gone..."

He tried not to sound harsh or intent, she was already frightened out of her mind.

Her eyes began to turn into a pool of black. He jumped on her immediately, holding her down by her shoulders. At first she protested, but as soon as her body started to quiver, she had no interest in stopping him. He knew what she was going through. When a person is completely ripped from there body, the bodies them self should be dead. In her case, there were signs that her body was still living when her soul left it.

Doing it this way is both painful and risky. The soul will try and go back into the dying body (actually, after the soul leaves, the body, its self can live for over 5 hrs.). Her soul, he guessed, hadn't been out of the body for more then an hour or two. This was bad for her. If the body died too quickly, the soul would not have time to properly build up a defense. The body would try and pull the soul back into it, to die along with it. Her soul was young, and being pulled extremely hard.

Her soul (or as I will now call it, "body") was shaking and going into fits of cold sweats. The poor girl was lying there, feeling everything.

"Hold on girl...hold on, it'll be over soon...”

He held her down so she wouldn't hurt herself as she convulsed. He tried not to hurt her, his strength was unmatched. He could easily crush her, killing her right there.

She mouthed something to him. He knelt down close and heard her whisper "...Raven...my name's Raven...”

He raised his head and smiled at her, trying not to hurt her. The shakes died down slowly, leaving him on top of her, as she lay there out of breathe and weak. Raven looked up at him, tears forming in her eyes. She noticed that he was also shaking. She didn’t think before she reacted, but it was too late. Raven sat up and wrapped her arms around his side, crying on his shoulder. The man was shocked and startled at first, but after a few minutes, his arms were around her, his chin resting on her head.

"It's okay...it’s over now...I think...”

He held her close for a minute, but felt something within her starting to shake again. She let go of him and looked into his eyes. Raven's eyes were full of pain and fear. He hoped off of her and picked her up, lifting her easily onto her feet.

"I don’t know what’s happening to you...this is"

He stopped and looked down at her stomach. It was oozing a purple powder. He knelt down and lifted her shirt, revealing a stab mark. He looked back up at her and stood instantly

"You...someone tried to kill you...oh man...this makes things...harder" He stood up and picked her up, sweeping her up into his arms.

"Woah...wait a minute...harder?? I don’t even know what in hell's going on now, and you’re telling me its going to get HARDER??!! Where are you taking me??" Her eyes darted around as he walked with ease.

"Im taking you to my home, I may be able to stop this...but im going to have to change you...”

He stopped walking and looked at her, his eyes dead serious.

"Change me...into a vampire??!! Wait...stop what?? What the hell's going on!!??" She tried to get down, but he held her tightly.

"You're body is dying, and trying to pull your soul into it. If I don’t change you, your soul will be pulled into your dead body, and therefore, be dead also...” He smiled gently at her "My home isn't far away, take this time to decide if-"

She cut him off "Decide if I wanna die or not?? I...guess...if it's the only way, and then change me...” She smiled gently and looked down.

Raven was scared, no other way to put it. He knew that it hurt her, every minute... He leaned over and kissed her neck, which got her attention immediately.

"Do not fear this Raven, I will be there with you...I'll explain everything as it happens okay?"

He smiled gently, trying to get her to hope. She smiled back weakly, but then returned to looking down.

The walk to his house didn’t take more then a half an hour. Raven had fallen asleep in his arms, her head gently resting on his chest. He wished that he could produce a heart beat for her, maybe that would have calmed her down, but it was too late now.

He stopped and stared at his home. It was a rather old building, with arches covering the old porch. Raven awoke and looked up at him, her eyes still closed some. He smiled warmly at her and walked up his old stairs, each one creaking as he stepped on it. The door to his home was painted a rather dull grey, along with the outside trim. As he stepped into the house, the lights went on instantly, revealing one huge room, lit with only candles.

Raven opened her eyes again and smiled. The walls were painted a very light and reflecting blue, the ceilings a pale yellow. He looked over and admired how the candle light lit her face up. She looked up and smiled, bringing him back to reality and the time limit that he had to help her.
He let her down, still holding onto her arm. He motioned over for her to sit down on the couch. Raven complied and sat down, still surveying the room. The man knelt down and gave her a warm smile.

"I'm going to set up the bed and items needed for your transformation okay?"

She nodded and smiled at him. Her smile reminded him of his mothers, warm and caring. He walked over to the opposite wall and lit some candles.

Raven continued to look around until a wave of pain brought a scream out of her mouth, causing him to drop the candle and run to her side. He knelt by her hunched over body, and lifted her head. Raven's face was twisted in pain; the transformation would have to happen now. He picked her up instantly and carried her over to the concrete slab, laying her down gently. He finished lighting the candles, chanting as he lit them.

Her face was still twisted in pain. It was getting worse; her body was dying too quickly. He stopped lighting the candles and chanting, ran over to her and sat down, looking into her eyes.

"Raven...listen to me. I don’t have time to do it this way...the only way to do this... is the old fashion way…our blood will have to mix in your body and mine."

He watched her eyes grown in horror. He leaned down and kissed her lips gently and smiled "I won’t let you die, raven I promise...”

Raven looked horrified and nodded reluctant. She was afraid of this, the fear of dying, of pain. It seemed like forever before he put a pillow under her head. The man, still not knowing his name, took his shirt off and made a small gash on his chest. His blood started to trickle out of it slowly. He leaned over her and brushed her long black hair away from her neck. Her body quivered. This was it, if he messed up. She was...going to die twice.

His fangs grew, and became visible to Raven. She whimpered in horror, but lay very still. He knelt down close to her neck and whispered into her ear

"...Rannon...my name is Rannon...” And with that, he bit down into her neck.

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