A Slave to Love.

Bulgaria, 1523.

“You’ll do anything for me?” he whispered to her, gently stroking the strands of hair that covered her ear, and her neck. “Anything” she whispered back, her heart pounding against her chest. She could feel him kissing her ever so gently, her earlobe, behind her ear, and then her neck. “I love you, Nerine.” he whispered lovingly into her ear; she couldn‘t answer. All she could feel was the soft vibrations of his voice, it was soft and almost enchanted her, the way he made her feel.. It couldn’t be compared to anything in this world. Then, he leaned in, and there were two things that changed her forever, two small holes at the side of her neck, and two words.
“Your Mine.”

Bulgaria, 1820..

You would believe, that my life was perfect. From the dazzling jewelry, to the riches, and the best dresses, I lived like a queen. But, it was far from that. After years of spending my life with the same man, Nick started to change when the war began, the war between humans and vampires. Nick started to lock himself up in his chambers, not allowing my entrance, our love faded, and soon enough, so did his sanity. Every day, in our locked away castle, far from where the humans had already slaughtered countless of our kind, we were brought news of who had been killed. One day, a person on the list, brought misfortune upon both myself, and my husband. The person that was killed, I never found out exactly who this person was, I only knew that it angered Nick so ferociously, that he killed the letterman himself. I tried to cease his rage, pleading, but he merely pushed me away, ready for revenge. I could see it in his eyes, the eyes that once showed such love and passion, were now dark and empty. From there on out, we started to travel, Nick made his way to other clans, he encouraged them to fight back, that we could win this war and it worked. Weeks later, half of the human population, had been slaughtered. Nick slowly and gradually started to return, and show me affection, but still I could see the hunger in his eyes, for something I couldn’t provide. Slaughter. One night, after Nick and his army had successfully massacred an entire a village, they returned to the castle near by, the stench of rotting human flesh raised bile in my throat, when I turned to follow the clan, I heard a noise. The softest noise of a inhaled breath, too small to be a young child, and too big to be an animal. I gradually slipped away from the group, following the scent of whatever it may be. It lead me to a small hut. In it, lay a woman, a large knife plunged into her back, she was cradling something, as if she was protecting it. A baby. I crouched down and eased the knife out of the woman’s body, closing her eyes and kissing her forehead, willing her to rest in peace, as I took the child. It was beautiful, no, I couldn’t describe the amount of adoration I felt when I picked it up. Eyes a soft blue, but small shards of yellow peaked through, the color of honey. While I stared at the child, it brought it’s plump arm up and touched my face, as soon as it’s warm flesh touched my cool skin, it smiled a bright, wide smile that cascaded light into my cold heart. I spent minutes just staring at the baby, presuming it was a boy, by his short brown hair and boyish features, I was not going to let my husband kill this child, even if my life depended on it. That, was the first step I took to disobeying my husband. That was my first chance, to make things right.

I took the child, and hid it in a small, abandoned hut near the castle. Each morning, I would go out and nurture him, feeding him milk and making sure he received loving and devotion that he needed. Nick never suspected me, for when he snuck into my room in the night, his eyes gleaming with lust, I would attend to his every whim. Within months, the baby, whom I named Carson, was growing substantially. He could crawl and roll around happily. The long hours I spent away from Carson were agitating and dim, but at dawn, when I crept out of the castle, he would be waiting there, with the same dimples and bright smile he always had. I remember the days where Nick would yearn for children, his eyes lonesome as he wished for his own spawn, but to our devastation, we would get nothing. I wished that Nick still longed for children, and hadn’t given in to such putrid hatred that he had been feeding his soul. I found myself growing to love the child, as if he was my own. Each day my visits would extend longer and longer, as he grew older and older. But, what I didn’t know, was that Nick, had been suspecting all along. One dawn when I went to go and visit Carson, it had been three years, since I found him in the small hut. Within these three years, the human population was almost extinct, Nick kept only hundreds, maybe thousands if lucky, to breed, so our kind could feed. The world had turned into a blood bath, a sickly, dark and evil hell. But my one shining star, that was all I needed. The day I went to visit my dear child, something felt disturbed. I hastily ran through the bushes and down the small creek to the hut, only breathing out a sigh of relief when I saw that Carson was okay. Bending down and hugging the small, innocent child, I kissed his forehead. “Hi Mommy.” He said to me, wrapping his arms around my leg. I thought that the world couldn’t get any better, I did not remember the annihilation and destruction when my baby was around. But I was right, the world wasn’t going to get any better. Because in seconds, I heard a step behind me, instinctively, I turned around and hid Carson behind my legs, what I witnessed in front of me was my husband, his eyes bloodshot, his hair long and knotted, and a smirk planted on his face. I felt fear, fear for my child, for the innocence behind me. “This is where you have been sneaking off to, Nerine? To take care of a human child, a spawn of the evil?!” He spat. I had no time then, because right after the word evil, it was like Nick called upon it, it feasted on my happiness and tore it away and shattered the world into a million pieces. I didn’t feel Carson behind me anymore, his presence, was missing. I turned around and it was empty, looking back at Nick, who was holding the child. “Please. Nick. Don’t hurt him!” I pleaded, tears sliding down my eyes, red tears, tears of blood to show my own son that I was damned. “I’m doing you a favor.” He said. His voice was dark and raspy, and what happened next, was slowed down into short time frames, it was gradual, because whatever God was looking after me, deemed to cause me severe pain. Nick took a hold of my babies neck, just as he reached his small hand out to me. I could see Carson mouth the words ‘Mommy’ But I heard nothing, because as soon as his words ended, so did his life. Nick tore his head off, by his hair, I saw everything, his detached spinal cord, the bloody mess that once was my only hope. I gagged, a scream trying to come out of my throat as Nick continued to tear off the limbs of my child, his arms, his legs, his chest. Soon, minutes after that, all that was left of Carson, was the bloody chunks of a human body on the floor, his head rolled over to my feet, his blonde, curly hair still attached, his eyes open and his mouth closed. Then, was when I screamed, sprawling to my feet and grabbing the mess on the floor, trying to put it back together in hopes that he would come back, I picked up his head, my hands slippery with his blood, my body soaked with the essence of what once was so innocent, his eyes, they had turned grey, empty and dark, tears rolled down my cheeks as I fell to the floor, clutching his head to my chest. Nick didn’t hesitate, he picked he up by my hair and grabbed Carson’s head, ripping out his hair, I gagged again when I saw his scull, the white, bone that should’ve been covered by his now missing layers of flesh. I remember nothing, after that, because I was put in such despair, that I fainted in my bloody lovers arms. I didn’t live long after that, Nick let me suffer for two more days in agony, with Carson’s head chained to the ceiling, so his eyes, which were still open looked down at my every movement in the cell he had locked me in. After those two days, Nick finally took pity on me, binding me to a wooden post by nails, he set my body on fire. Watching me burn, I said nothing, I didn’t move or scream, the agonizing pain that should’ve been there, was gone, all my emotions were drowned out by the agony I had already succumbed to. I can only faintly remember dying, I remember a soft ringing noise in my ears, and everything fading away. But before I burned, I managed to look Nick right into the eyes, I saw my lover, the one that previously held and adored me, holding my child, they were both smiling happily at me. A tear ran down my cheek as I mouthed the words “I love you.” I only had seconds to see the shock and realization shift on Nick’s face, he was sick, insane, murderous, and deceitful. But those few seconds, he was my husband again, watching his wife die by his word, right in front of him. Do you want to know what I heard before I died? Before my eardrums burned and melted through the scorching fire that had already made my body into dust? I heard a scream, a scream of a man, calling a name, the name, unfamiliar. But I soon relaxed when the scream drowned out, because then, I heard a soft, melodic voice, loving and sweet, call my name.

Wow, you really captured every detail now, didn't you?
Probably the best piece of work I've seen in a while~
Haven't laughed that harder in foreverrrrrrr. [;
You should keep writing, mmmmmkay?

@Moon ; Dawwwwwwh <3. You don't need to it's okay :] It was only a drabble.
@Nessa ; Hehe, well I wanted to make sure that you really understood her feelings, but LOL :] Okaaaay.

Thanks guys~.

Thatss amazing. Please write more