Fan Fiction ❯ No Malice Left ❯ Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The year now was 1400; I was a fledgling vampire, 16 years old in human years. My body was fully developed. I looked 20. Although I was pale, many men flirted with me to gain my love. Each night, after sunset, I would dress in beautiful garments.

Velvet dresses were my favorite. They clung to my full figure, flattering my bust line and my tiny waist. The straps of the dresses would sit upon my arms, leaving my shoulders bare. I would often go out to the taverns, bring home bar wenches for Chris, and a man for myself. I was able to seduce my prey easily; the men would vie for my attention. It would often to be hard to choose just one. One man even tried to get me to give up my innocence to him. I ended up killing him, leaving his body out to rot in the city streets.

One night, after I was long asleep, the sound of the door opening and closing again woke me. I grabbed a knife, which sat on the nightstand close to my bed. I placed on my robe creeping down to the top of the stairs to see what all the noise was. I stopped and gasped as I saw Chris with another woman. She was young and frail looking.

 

Jealousy surged through me as I watched him cuddle her, kiss her, hug her…then change her. The changing process appalled me greatly. As he sank his sharp fangs into the jugular vein upon her neck, she emitted a small gasp. He began draining blood from her. Almost immediately, the color of her skin changed from pink signaling human, to pale white. I stabbed the knife into the fine soft carpeting stalking back into the bedroom.

When morning came, I stepped out into the main room. Chris kept bugging me.

 

“Chille, what is the matter? Please tell me what is wrong.”

 

“Don't you Chille me, Christopher,” I responded icily, “You have no right to be asking me what the problem is when you clearly already know!”

 

“If I did know then I wouldn't be asking you!” He shot back with irritation, which dripped, from his voice.

 

I showed much contempt for him after that morning. Often, I threatened to kill this wench he had brought into the house, then kill myself. The battle between us continued on for many months, which led into years.

Normally, I would not have minded it because I was the one who had picked the woman out for him, but this was an outrage. However, one day things took a serious sharp turn. Once again, he and I were arguing as usual, when finally I had had enough.

 

“Tell me this Christopher, why are you replacing me with this…thing?”

 

“She is not a thing and I am not replacing you. I....”

 

Holding up my hand silencing him, I stormed up the stairs towards my room. I was going to kill her and he was going to pay for ever considering bringing her into our lives. I had my head down but then, a sniffle and I looked up.

I saw her sitting on the bed. The room was pitch black. The curtains had been drawn, and only a candle illuminated the room. As my eyes hardened, I began to say something, but then she looked up at me with innocent eyes.

 

She then said softly, "Are you my new sissy?" I did not quaver; filled with contempt for this girl, I merely pulled her off the bed, shoved her out the door, closing and locking the door behind her.

Later that afternoon, when I had cooled off somewhat, I went into the library. The large oak door creaked as it slid open slowly. Stepping inside quickly, I shut the door behind me. A fire was going in the fireplace. Chris had been in here earlier. The smell of old books filled the room. This smell, along with pipe smoke drifted toward my nose. The place reeked of knowledge, forbidden things as well.

 

I had to get revenge on Chris -- revenge for killing my parents, revenge for replacing me with some little girl. I roamed around looking at the volumes upon volumes of books. I found one that said Spirit Guide for Revenge. Pulling it off the shelf and opening it, the book fell to one page in particular. How to conjure a spirit to the mortal, vampire, or any other realm imaginable. Each realm had a different way to conjure this particular spirit.

 

I began leafing through the book trying to find other spirits, but the book kept falling to that specific page. It seemed almost as if the book were calling me, begging me to conjure this particular spirit. In a way it was eerie, but at the time, I was not thinking logically. I was only thinking of how I could get revenge. Following the instructions to make a circle, to call this spirit to the Earth, I prepared myself for what would become the darkest hour in my young life.

 

When the spirit first appeared, she was transparent, but then she took a solid form. She was fair on the eyes. No real problems with how she looked. The blonde hair, blue eyes, thin hourglass figure, no blemishes upon her creamy features. However, this spirit immediately emitted an aura of darkness, evil.

 

The feeling of her evil created much pleasure. I loved the feeling of her power. I could sense the evil; I knew she would be the one who would exact my revenge upon Chris for bringing that wench into our lives. I hated her. She stole Chris from me; I vowed to never let her, or him see the light of day again.

 

I had no idea what I was about to get myself into…I had no idea what the problems summoning this spirit to the earth was going to cause for me. But I was soon to find out.