Chapter 2: The past ( part 1)
Normally most child births are a moment of joy for any family, but mine was not. A mother is usually the one who is happiest for the birth of her baby. In my case she wanted me dead. She was the daughter of one of the most prominent wealthy families in England, she carried noble blood and was born to the duke of one of the vassal states of the country, her mother was her fathers first wife who had died during childbirth.
My birth was nothing more than an accident as the result of her carelessness and the schemes of her half-sister. As she had already married to the crown prince that was to succeed the throne, it apparently had been the wedding of the century. What many don't know was that it had been a marriage of convenience and not love.
She had married him as a way to escape from the clutches of her family as she had been treated as nothing more than an illegitimate child. Her father after having lost his wife brought back his mistress a year after her death and had claimed her younger sister to be the daughter of the first wife and gave her the title of first born letting her carry her sister's shame. Everything began with her having received the invitation to her stepsisters birthday banquet. She had decided to go in order to not have to quarrel with her father afterwards.
After having arrived she had been talking and drinking like any other not knowing the scheme her step-sister had designed for her. Her step-sister seeing her decided to spike her drink. And approach her. “ dear sister, I was wondering if it would be kind of toasting a drink with me” “ of coarse sister” after having drank the wine and begging to feel herself on the weakening , she decides to walk to the bathroom colliding to one of the men her sister had placed there to wait for her. The man cornered her and tried to drag her to one of the rooms but in her attempt to flee she bite his hand drawing blood and falls to the ground. Scrambling to her feet she makes a run for the hotel's exit as she can feel her pursuers trying to catch her.
She flees to the outer edges of the city where she stumbles upon a smiling empty warehouse where she thinks she can be safe. “ Hello, anyone in hear” hearing no response she continues to go forward and as she goes deeper inside she hears a growl akin to a beast. “ leave” a voice says .The voice caring a suppressed danger speaks again as he senses her drawing closer it repeats “ leave” but as if in a trance she continues forward. “ I smell blood. Are you ok? Do you need help?” she says as she draws near and at that moment some of the light from the moon is able to shine on the spot where the voice is and she is able to see the body of a man covered in blood. She draws a deep breath and moves closer to the body of man and tries to touch him and he tries to move back but is unable to allowing her to get closer to him. “ don't worry you will be fine, let me bandage you up first” the man then stays still to allow her to cover the wound on his shoulder.
After she was done she began to notice that she is still under the effects of the drug and tries to get closer to the man and he tries to push her away. “ Please help me?” she whispers “ Are you sure?” the man asks, having already understood what she wanted from the very beginning due having smelled her scent the moment that she had entered. “ Yes, please” and as those words fell he had kissed her for he had also been under a similar drug but of a higher intensity only due to his overwhelming self control having been able to hold on till then. Under the moon the only witness to passion that had occurred that night and the wind as it carried the noise of two souls dancing in the most intimate rituals used to create life.
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The next day finding herself in a hotel room dressed in robes believed it all to be a dream until she stumbled to the floors and found her body weak and filled with the marks of her rendezvous. Tears begin to fall as a feeling of shame and guilt begging to consume her. She was already married and had come to love her husband after being with him for 6 years already and having carried five children for him. At the beginning her marriage with the crown prince was of convenience for her as he had proposed marriage to her after having fallen in love with her and she had explained to him that she was willing to marry him but that she didn't love him. At the time he had understood and said that he would make her love him and he had but now she had done such a shameful act.
After having cried her eyes out and gotten rested she decided to act as if nothing had happened and that it was only one mistake. She hurriedly got dressed with the clothing that she had found in the room and left to return to her previous hotel. Arriving there she picks up her phone and finds that she had missed calls from her husband after studying her voice she calls back “ hello darling why are you calling?” “ Finally you picked up. I was worried since you didn't call yesterday as you had promised.” “Sorry dear I fell asleep as soon as I arrived at the hotel and didn't hear the phone ring” “ Oh ok, that's fine. when are you returning back?” “ i should be home in a week” that should be enough time to remove these marks. “ Alright darling, I will be waiting to love you bye.” “ Love you too bye”
That was a close call. The week went by and she returned home and everything was fine. She returned to doing her job as a super model completely forgetting that incident. Until one day she notices that her stomach is protruding a little, not hurting or anything just that it didn't seem like fat as she had made sure to follow her diet in order to not increase in weight. She decided to go to the doctor the following day after finishing her modeling shoot and the result shocked her and paralyzed her in fear. “ I can't be pregnant, it's not possible” the doctor says have you been sexually active “ no i haven't” “ Young lady the test clearly states you have been pregnant for 5 months” shit it might have been that one time because that was four months ago and i haven't done it even with husband ever since. “ doctor is it possible to have an abortion” “ sorry young lady your pregnancy is already to far in and the is a great deal of problems if you wish to abort as the only possible way would be through surgical removal” “ that's fine can you do it with leaving a scar” “ i am sorry but that is not possible as it a very complicated procedure and we must insure your safety.” “Fine, then i don't want any word of this visit getting out or else and if anyone asks just say that i wasn't not feeling well and give me some prescriptions. "Yes, don't worry, I am duty bound to not release a patient's information.”
Hello everyone, i wrote a poem for the story and i hope that you like it. I am not a pro in writing nor in poem composition but i hope it is fine.
Here we go:
In the night, big secrets lay.
For this is their time of day,
Darkness is their domain.
Under the cover of the moon from which they prey,
Eyes red as blood lay.
Silver hair softer than silk, flows free with the wind.
Midnight strikes and the hunt begins.
Faster than the speed of light they travel, without a sound they move.
The perfect predator out there, with the sharpest of teeth.
Blood is what they seek,
That is what they thirst for and nothing more.
The strongest of predators and on top the food chain they belong.
Too strong in order to comprehend.
They live so long and the curse never ends.
The End.
