Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Vampire Bond ❯ When We Meet ( Chapter 1 )

Arcane remembers the night before the bite, especially when he had first decided on this particular prey.

 

He remembers the fair skin, pale, supple, but most likely unbelievably soft. But he could only imagine the softness, for until the bite, he had never laid hands on this person's skin. The hair was dark as night, barely just flowing past the shoulders, and the eyes, so bright and innocent, yet hiding a pain he could only guess at.

 

Arcane knew he had to have this individual, knew he must taste its blood. But, as he fantasized one night in his rooms about the blood of this innocent looking woman, he wondered about her past, and what had caused her so much pain and anguish, he made a decision.

 

It was a decision that was difficult for Arcane to come to, but once he did, he knew he could never go back.

 

He would make this individual into a vampire like himself; give this person a new life, a way to start over. And in so doing that, bind this woman to him for the rest of eternity.

 

Arcane made up his mind, and there was no turning back.

 

A merciful death was all that awaited this woman on the next night.

 

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The dark haired prey returned home during the night to the one room cottage it lived in, alone, depressed, and feeling the weight of the earth on its shoulders, wearing its pair of slacks and long sleeved shirt. How the prey wanted to die, but couldn't find the strength within itself to take its own life.

 

It was only when it closed the door and fully entered the home that it notices that it was not alone in the house it shared with no one. This prey is smart though, smarter than any prey Arcane has fed on before.

 

“What do you want, vampire?” The prey asks in a deep, solemn voice that shakes Arcane down to his hundreds year old bones.

 

“I am Arcane,” the vampire answers, stepping out of the shadows and into the moonlight; the moon reflecting off his white-blond hair and his green eyes fixed on his prey.

 

“I still ask the same question,” the prey persists. “What do you want?”

 

Arcane is impressed by his prey's persistence. She will make an excellent vampire.

 

“I have come to relieve you of this life,” Arcane exited the shadows completely, his cape wrapped around himself, smiling slightly as he spoke.

 

“To kill me, you mean,” his prey corrected bravely.

 

Arcane came closer to his prey's face, looking softly into the light colored eyes, he laughed gently.

 

“Do not put it in such harsh words, dear,” Arcane gently laid his hand on the other's arm, sliding his fingers up the tendons and veins until he reached the shoulder. “I can give you so much more. I can give you a new life, a new self, a new existence.”

 

Arcane ghosted his fingers up his prey's neck, licking his lips at the feel of the pulse, and went farther up still to gently stroke the other's cheek.

 

“I can turn you into a vampire, much like myself,” Arcane said, leaning forward to whisper sensually in his prey's ear.

 

His prey moaned minutely before biting down on its own bottom lip. Arcane pulled away enough to look into the eyes of the other.

 

“A vampire?” his prey asked breathlessly. “You lie.”

 

“No, my dear,” Arcane replied. “I shall turn you into a vampire at your request, it is that, or I only kill you.”

 

His prey closed its eyes momentarily, considering, thinking; and when it opened its eyes again, they were sure and strong.

 

“Yes,” Arcane's prey said, with a short but decided nod. “Turn me into a vampire.”

 

Arcane smiled gently and moved his hand to his prey's jaw again, gently moving the head until he could clearly get to the nape of the neck.

 

“Will it hurt?” his prey's shaky, scared voice came.

 

“Only for a moment, I promise,” Arcane said before baring his fangs and descending on his prey's neck.

 

It did hurt, for a moment. His prey gripped Arcane's arms in a death grip, gasping out its pain and anguish ad tears escaped its eyes and it felt death close in on it from all sides. But somehow, the arms of the vampire whose fangs were in its neck were comforting and felt safe.

 

Arcane prey went limp in his arms and his drew back his bloody lips. It was still breathing, good.

 

He carried his prey over to the bed on the other side of the small room and laid the limp form upon it. He pulled back his own sleeve.

 

“I had never asked you your name,” Arcane said as he bit into has own wrist.

 

“It's… Trinity…” his prey, although no longer his prey, gasped with what little breath it had left.

 

Arcane smiled down at the form and held his bloody, open wound in front of the other's lips.

 

“Drink,” he said gently and Trinity grasped his arm in a weak grip and put the bleeding wound to her lips, drinking slowly. “I will tell you when to stop.”

 

Time seemed to stop, of course for a vampire time does stop. But when the time came Arcane was almost unwilling to pull his wrist away from Trinity's soft, supple lips.

 

“Now sleep, for when you wake, you shall be something more than you have ever imagined,” Arcane whispered, leaning over Trinity, and brushing a strand of dark hair out of the other's face.

 

And Trinity did sleep, and it was a very deep sleep; so deep that he slept all through the morning until the next night.