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---Dream Whist Passed Out---
A world of darkness enveloped her. Wrapped snuggly about her like the embrace of a mother’s arms. Holding her tightly and safely with in it. It was the first time in a long time that she felt complete. Safe. There was no hunger. No desire to destroy the things that she once loved. There was no darkness. She was just whole. The only thing that would make this better was the sun. Oh how she’d missed it. As well as the sea as it lapped against her toes. Then in the distance she heard a flock of sea gulls and the waves as the crashed against the shore. Her pools flickered wildly about her, searching for it’s source. That was when she spotted it the gleam of light. With out a second thought Seychelles ran toward the light. Her muscles stretching as she moved as quickly as she possibly could.
Never in her life had she ran toward something or wanted something so badly.
Sprinting toward it till her muscles screamed and her lungs burned. Yet she did not stop, with her chest heaving the Island moved toward the light. Toward the beautiful symphony of seagulls and the roars of the waves. Filled with mirth and never in her life had she been so pleased to see light. Or to hear those sounds.
It was as if Seychelles was running down a long dark tunnel. The sun her beam of hope. Calling to her. Begging for her to join it at the shore. At first it started off as big as a pebble but as she sprinted toward it, it grew till she was free from the constricting darkness and bathed in it’s beauty and warmth. Sesel was elated to finally be in the sun. She twirled, closing her eyes tightly and drawing the salty scent of the sea into her burning lungs.
The moment her toes crushed down into the sand she skidded to the halt. Her arms flying out at either side to steady her wobbling form. Panting she looked out at the sea that greeted the edges of her island’s white sand. The sand was warm against the souls of her feet as she wiggled her toes, the grains tickled her skin. A small musical giggle left her lips and intertwined with her labored breaths. “Home.” She whispered as she drew a deep breath, the salt in the air only burning her aching lungs that much more but it was a burn that she welcomed.
Sesel’s hand rose, whipping across her eyes and taking away the silver tears that had begun to fall. Forming invisible trails down her chestnut skin. Dark pools of chocolate swam with her tears and she tried to whip them away but it was a fruitless effort and she merely stood there looking out toward the ocean that she loved so much. Watching as the sun slowly rose in the sky. Seychelle’s was in awe of the beauty before her. It looked like those water color paintings that she use to do when she as younger. As if someone swept pinks, purples, oranges and reds across the sky as the sun chased away the night sky. As an Island she always welcomed the early morning lights. Often finding herself waking hours before the sun rose just to run down to the shores where she would sit in the sand and just watch the sun rise and when it was high enough for her to see she would strip from her dress and go for a swim.
Visiting the ocean and all the life that was held near her home. She loved the various fishes. Absolutely adored them.
Yet Sesel had been unable to do her morning ritual since the virus mutated her and changed her. “This has to be a dream.” She whispered as her tears began to lessen and finally stopping. A final sniffle of protest left her lips as she ran the back of her fists against her eyes. Taking with it any signs of her salty tears before a sound startled her. A sort of raspy breath, from lungs that had been deprived of oxygen. Drawing breath into a body that was depleted, wary and weak.
Slowly Seychelles turned her fists falling to her sides as she held her breath and slowly opened her eyes. Lifting the crescents to gaze upon---herself. Only this version of the slender female was twisted. Mutated. Her once vibrant, warm eyes were red rimmed and darker in hue. Appearing almost black with a faint chestnut tint. Her dark, healthy complexion no longer held it’s mirth and was instead ashen in hue. This girl looked oh so pale and ready to fall over. You could see each of her bones that were hugged by skin. However all of this was not what made a gasp leave the Island’s lips. It was that cruel, twisted smile that held her mouth. Exposing blood stained sharp teeth.
She was a monster. A…A…Vampire.
Dark laughter billowed from the other Seychelle’s lips. It made her shudder and horror wash over her in strong powerful waves. Demanding that she run. Run as far from this foul creature as she could. She would not, could not go back to the darkness. Never again would she hid from the sun.
The laughter halted and those dark eyes bore holes into the timid Seychelles. “Vous ne pouvez pas courir à partir de ce que vous êtes. (You can not run from who you are.)” It’s raspy voice felt like icy fingers sliding down her spine. She couldn’t hide the shiver that came with it. “Venez. Viens dans mon obscurité. Embrasse-moi. Mes petits Seychelles.(Come. Come into my darkness. Embrace me. My little Seychelles.
)” It croaked. It’s gravelly croak making her want to run yet her body was frozen. Paralyzed. Not even a muscle would twitch. Not even a toe would wiggle. She was stuck, victim to the Vampire’s malicious tongue that was as sharp as steel. It’s tongue swept across hit’s lower lip, sweeping a bright crimson liquid across the pale, cracked flesh.
A gasp left her parted lips. Blood? That was blood!? Her panic began to rise. Beating at her as her pools flickered around her as her body still refused to move. She could feel the vampire’s icy breath upon her neck as it spoke again and she watched a single pointed finger extended forward. “Là-basa. (Over there.)” And as the words were spoken a dim light lit the carnage. Bodies. Oh dear god bodies covered the sand around them. Tainting it’s purity with crimson. Yet they weren’t just any bodies, they were people she knew---had befriended. Wy, Sealand, Finland, Sweden, France and England. Despite all his wrong doings she even felt pain for England, shedding tears for. Her heart strangled with in her chest as silent sobs left her. They were all dead…and it was all her fault. She did this.
“Oui. (Yes)” It taunted as if it could read her mind as the evil creature sauntered in front of her. “Vous êtes un monstre. Démon assoiffé de sang. Ne vous battez pas qu'il est de mon amour. Nous. Etes-. Une. (You are a monster. Blood thirsty demon. Do not fight it my love. We. Are. One. )” It furthered it’s verbal assault. Making her weep. She couldn’t tare her gaze away from the bodies…the blood. “Oh mon petit il n'y a pas besoin de pleurer. (Oh dear there is no need to cry.)” It uttered, and for a moment it successfully mimicked concern. However the next words that dripped from it’s lips made her insides twist in revulsion. “ Du moins pas pour l'Angleterre. Il a été juste un prat autoritaire maintenant n'est-ce pas? Nous n'avons jamais vraiment comme lui. Nous l'avons fait? Et bien la France, il n'aurait tout simplement pas vous laisser seul. Et les enfants ainsi ils étaient juste des bébés pleurnichards.(At least not for England. He was just a bossy prat now wasn't it? We never did really like him. Did we? And France well he just wouldn't leave you alone. And the Children well they were just whiny babies.)”
No! No! She wanted to scream but her damn fear held her tongue.
It tip toed through the carnage, gracefully moving. No it wasn’t just walking it was dancing and humming--or rather attempting to hum in truth it sounded like a strangled growl as it made it’s way through the illuminated darkness. Yet all Sesel wanted to do was expel all the food from her stomach. Just watching her made her sick. The scent of decay mingled with her sea’s beautiful salty scent turning her stomach more. The dancing vampire twirled once more before sitting down in the crimson sand her fingers stroking matted golden locks. “ J'ai un cadeau pour vous. (I have a present for you. )” It purred in it’s raspy way. Never taking it’s red rimmed stare off of what laid next to it.
Seychelle’s dark brown pools flickered toward the matted locks that the vampire caressed---her ‘present’---as it’s chest rose and it took a ragged breath. She gasped and found herself running forward. Leaping over the heaps of lifeless forms. Stumbling to a halt as she gained herself her first glimpse of the person. England. He was alive? She blinked several times as the Vampire rolled the proud nation over onto his back. She gasped, her dainty fingers rising to her lips. Her enormous eyes trailing over his body. It couldn’t be. He…he was alive? How?
The vampire cradled him in her lip stroking his hair as Sesel raised her pools to look at her evil ‘twin’. “Boire.(Drink)” It croaked. With that single word her throat became dry. So…so very dry. A familiar burn that traveled down to her lungs, to her stomach. Her tongue swept across her lower lip, she could almost taste the copper. Feel it coating her tongue and slowly sliding, dripping down her throat and nourishing her starving body. “Vous pouvez enfin vous venger. (You can finally have your revenge.)” The vampire prodded as it turned the head of the unconscious English-man. Running a slender finger over his pulse that was so faint she could barely see the vein pulsating. Seychelles dropped to her knees and slouched. Watching the hypnotic twitch of his vein as it cast it’s spell over her.
The light dimming around her and she suddenly felt oh so cold. “Allez, buvez.(Go on, drink )” It coaxed as she slowly leaned forward. Her lids becoming heavy. Her tongue feeling of sandpaper as it slipped from her parched mouth, sweeping across her lower lip once more followed by her teeth as they scrapped over the tender flesh. Sesel pressed her full lips together as she was drawn in by it. His heart, she could hear it’s faint thumping as more words of encouragement slipped from the vampire’s lips. “ Oui boire. Prenez ce que vous avez besoin. Rappelez-vous la douleur et ne pas revenir en arrière.(Yes drink. Take what you need. Remember the pain and do not turn back. )” Dark sea’s watched as a nail sliced across his pale skin. “ Ici. Juste ici.(Here. Right here )” She could hear the creatures’ excitement and it almost became her own as tiny drops seeped from the wound.
Almost.
A groan of pain left Arthur’s lips, his face twisting with it as he took a staggered breath. What was she doing?! She wasn’t going to drink! Even if it was from England. She pushed herself back and shook her head. Finally the island found her voice. “No! I won’t! I won’t drink from him!” She shouted pushing herself and calling forth all of her determination. She wasn’t a monster. She would never be what the vampire asked of her. Never! Sesel’s fingers balled tightly into fists as she stared down toward the vampire, mustering all over her courage. As the vampire stared with those hate filled eyes and shoved the limp body out of it’s lap standing. The two Seychelles’ shot daggers at one another with the intensity in which they looked upon one another.
Darkness began to rise behind the vampire, waving and swaying like tentacles. That inched forward. Her pools flickered toward them and in a flash of an eye they shot out at her. A strangled cry left her lips. They were too quick and warped around her. Searing her flesh marking her. She screamed and struggled. Dark maniacal laughter filled the air. Taunting her as she tried to fight off the darkness. She didn’t want to go back. No. Not here. Never here again. She wouldn’t! Couldn’t! She’d never hurt another living being. Never!
---Real Time---
The female did not stir as the human’s gathered around her. She was deaf to the world. Unaware of the fresh, human blood that thundered through their veins. Or their delicious scent. The predator was unconscious as human and beast battled with in the girl. Her breathing was shallow and she did not stir when Finland lifted her lip. Exposing the elongated canines. Not even a sound of protest left the unconscious girl.
She merely looked dead.
Seychelles did not move when she was lifted or laid back down. Her pale form so fragile it looked as if it would break. Her skin held no luster. Her ebony locks were matted, rats tails that had not been treated with a brush for some time. Dark circles outlined the fringe of her lashes. Her skin sunk in, clinging to her delicate bones after weeks of neglect. Her dress was slack where it once was snugly hugging her lush curves. Her once petal soft lips were now chapped, with small patches of dry skin and cuts mingling with dark bruises from where she bit her lips to stop herself from giving into her urges. Her body was covered in similar marks. Her skin mutilated by her humanity.
Blood slowly left the wounds, trickling down and soaking into the couch. Staining it’s deep blue fabric with crimson. Shards of glass still lingered with in the wounds. A particularly large gash was in the center of her chest with a piece of glass plunged deep with in her flesh, mere inches from her heart. She would surely die if she did not receive blood soon. She was at the mercy of those who stood in her living room.
---Once Again We Enter Thy Dream---
Fighting. Struggling. With dark laughter ringing in her ears chilling her to her bones she battled againsted the darkness. She wouldn’t let it win. She wouldn’t let it harm those who she cared for…and wasn’t willing to admit she cared for. Seychelles may have lost all her riches, all her material goods. But there was one thing that she had not lost and that was her spirit. Her drive. Her love for all things living. She concentrated on that, allowed it to swell with in her. Calling forth every last stitch of her strength and humanity as she pressed her eyes tightly shut and her fists tightened. “I’m not letting you win! We are not one! I will never become the monster that you wish me to be!” She shouted at the vampire. Feeling her minds loosen as she wiggled free of them and looked at the vampire who was panting.
Seychelles’ strength grew. She felt stronger. She could beat this. She would beat this. She marched toward the vampire and watched as it began to shrivel. It’s skin turning to true ash as it began to flack away. The strong salty breeze of the sea caring it away. Bit by tiny bit. Her dark hues were fixed upon the withering, decrepit creature. Never wavering from it’s pathetic dwindling form.
Where she’d once felt petrifying fear she know found strength. “I will beat this..” She uttered, her voice a steady melody of triumph. The vampire crawled toward her. Pleading in a jumble of different languages. Begging fort life as more of it’s body vanished and with one last strangled cry---it was gone.
She had won.
---Present Life Shall We?---
A soft melody slid across her nerves. Tingling them and edging her toward consciousness. Seychelles took a deep ragged breath and winced as fire scorched through her chest. It sent more blood pouring from her wounds. The pain pulled her fully awake yet at the same time was so much that she feared she would pass out once more.
Her heavy lids would not lift but she could hear those hearts once more as they sent blood rushing through the human body. She could hear their breathing and a throaty hum. It was like the dream once more for she found that she was unable to move. As her senses tormented her. A soft, guttural groan left the females lips. As she pushed her hunger to the back of her mind. Trying to find something to focus on other than their damn hearts.
“ Blood.” She croaked. “s'il vous plaît (Please)” She begged. Hardly able to believe that was really her voice let alone the fact that she was pleading for the one thing that she’d denied herself since the change.
“Pl-plea-se.” She whispered.
A world of darkness enveloped her. Wrapped snuggly about her like the embrace of a mother’s arms. Holding her tightly and safely with in it. It was the first time in a long time that she felt complete. Safe. There was no hunger. No desire to destroy the things that she once loved. There was no darkness. She was just whole. The only thing that would make this better was the sun. Oh how she’d missed it. As well as the sea as it lapped against her toes. Then in the distance she heard a flock of sea gulls and the waves as the crashed against the shore. Her pools flickered wildly about her, searching for it’s source. That was when she spotted it the gleam of light. With out a second thought Seychelles ran toward the light. Her muscles stretching as she moved as quickly as she possibly could.
Never in her life had she ran toward something or wanted something so badly.
Sprinting toward it till her muscles screamed and her lungs burned. Yet she did not stop, with her chest heaving the Island moved toward the light. Toward the beautiful symphony of seagulls and the roars of the waves. Filled with mirth and never in her life had she been so pleased to see light. Or to hear those sounds.
It was as if Seychelles was running down a long dark tunnel. The sun her beam of hope. Calling to her. Begging for her to join it at the shore. At first it started off as big as a pebble but as she sprinted toward it, it grew till she was free from the constricting darkness and bathed in it’s beauty and warmth. Sesel was elated to finally be in the sun. She twirled, closing her eyes tightly and drawing the salty scent of the sea into her burning lungs.
The moment her toes crushed down into the sand she skidded to the halt. Her arms flying out at either side to steady her wobbling form. Panting she looked out at the sea that greeted the edges of her island’s white sand. The sand was warm against the souls of her feet as she wiggled her toes, the grains tickled her skin. A small musical giggle left her lips and intertwined with her labored breaths. “Home.” She whispered as she drew a deep breath, the salt in the air only burning her aching lungs that much more but it was a burn that she welcomed.
Sesel’s hand rose, whipping across her eyes and taking away the silver tears that had begun to fall. Forming invisible trails down her chestnut skin. Dark pools of chocolate swam with her tears and she tried to whip them away but it was a fruitless effort and she merely stood there looking out toward the ocean that she loved so much. Watching as the sun slowly rose in the sky. Seychelle’s was in awe of the beauty before her. It looked like those water color paintings that she use to do when she as younger. As if someone swept pinks, purples, oranges and reds across the sky as the sun chased away the night sky. As an Island she always welcomed the early morning lights. Often finding herself waking hours before the sun rose just to run down to the shores where she would sit in the sand and just watch the sun rise and when it was high enough for her to see she would strip from her dress and go for a swim.
Visiting the ocean and all the life that was held near her home. She loved the various fishes. Absolutely adored them.
Yet Sesel had been unable to do her morning ritual since the virus mutated her and changed her. “This has to be a dream.” She whispered as her tears began to lessen and finally stopping. A final sniffle of protest left her lips as she ran the back of her fists against her eyes. Taking with it any signs of her salty tears before a sound startled her. A sort of raspy breath, from lungs that had been deprived of oxygen. Drawing breath into a body that was depleted, wary and weak.
Slowly Seychelles turned her fists falling to her sides as she held her breath and slowly opened her eyes. Lifting the crescents to gaze upon---herself. Only this version of the slender female was twisted. Mutated. Her once vibrant, warm eyes were red rimmed and darker in hue. Appearing almost black with a faint chestnut tint. Her dark, healthy complexion no longer held it’s mirth and was instead ashen in hue. This girl looked oh so pale and ready to fall over. You could see each of her bones that were hugged by skin. However all of this was not what made a gasp leave the Island’s lips. It was that cruel, twisted smile that held her mouth. Exposing blood stained sharp teeth.
She was a monster. A…A…Vampire.
Dark laughter billowed from the other Seychelle’s lips. It made her shudder and horror wash over her in strong powerful waves. Demanding that she run. Run as far from this foul creature as she could. She would not, could not go back to the darkness. Never again would she hid from the sun.
The laughter halted and those dark eyes bore holes into the timid Seychelles. “Vous ne pouvez pas courir à partir de ce que vous êtes. (You can not run from who you are.)” It’s raspy voice felt like icy fingers sliding down her spine. She couldn’t hide the shiver that came with it. “Venez. Viens dans mon obscurité. Embrasse-moi. Mes petits Seychelles.(Come. Come into my darkness. Embrace me. My little Seychelles.
)” It croaked. It’s gravelly croak making her want to run yet her body was frozen. Paralyzed. Not even a muscle would twitch. Not even a toe would wiggle. She was stuck, victim to the Vampire’s malicious tongue that was as sharp as steel. It’s tongue swept across hit’s lower lip, sweeping a bright crimson liquid across the pale, cracked flesh.
A gasp left her parted lips. Blood? That was blood!? Her panic began to rise. Beating at her as her pools flickered around her as her body still refused to move. She could feel the vampire’s icy breath upon her neck as it spoke again and she watched a single pointed finger extended forward. “Là-basa. (Over there.)” And as the words were spoken a dim light lit the carnage. Bodies. Oh dear god bodies covered the sand around them. Tainting it’s purity with crimson. Yet they weren’t just any bodies, they were people she knew---had befriended. Wy, Sealand, Finland, Sweden, France and England. Despite all his wrong doings she even felt pain for England, shedding tears for. Her heart strangled with in her chest as silent sobs left her. They were all dead…and it was all her fault. She did this.
“Oui. (Yes)” It taunted as if it could read her mind as the evil creature sauntered in front of her. “Vous êtes un monstre. Démon assoiffé de sang. Ne vous battez pas qu'il est de mon amour. Nous. Etes-. Une. (You are a monster. Blood thirsty demon. Do not fight it my love. We. Are. One. )” It furthered it’s verbal assault. Making her weep. She couldn’t tare her gaze away from the bodies…the blood. “Oh mon petit il n'y a pas besoin de pleurer. (Oh dear there is no need to cry.)” It uttered, and for a moment it successfully mimicked concern. However the next words that dripped from it’s lips made her insides twist in revulsion. “ Du moins pas pour l'Angleterre. Il a été juste un prat autoritaire maintenant n'est-ce pas? Nous n'avons jamais vraiment comme lui. Nous l'avons fait? Et bien la France, il n'aurait tout simplement pas vous laisser seul. Et les enfants ainsi ils étaient juste des bébés pleurnichards.(At least not for England. He was just a bossy prat now wasn't it? We never did really like him. Did we? And France well he just wouldn't leave you alone. And the Children well they were just whiny babies.)”
No! No! She wanted to scream but her damn fear held her tongue.
It tip toed through the carnage, gracefully moving. No it wasn’t just walking it was dancing and humming--or rather attempting to hum in truth it sounded like a strangled growl as it made it’s way through the illuminated darkness. Yet all Sesel wanted to do was expel all the food from her stomach. Just watching her made her sick. The scent of decay mingled with her sea’s beautiful salty scent turning her stomach more. The dancing vampire twirled once more before sitting down in the crimson sand her fingers stroking matted golden locks. “ J'ai un cadeau pour vous. (I have a present for you. )” It purred in it’s raspy way. Never taking it’s red rimmed stare off of what laid next to it.
Seychelle’s dark brown pools flickered toward the matted locks that the vampire caressed---her ‘present’---as it’s chest rose and it took a ragged breath. She gasped and found herself running forward. Leaping over the heaps of lifeless forms. Stumbling to a halt as she gained herself her first glimpse of the person. England. He was alive? She blinked several times as the Vampire rolled the proud nation over onto his back. She gasped, her dainty fingers rising to her lips. Her enormous eyes trailing over his body. It couldn’t be. He…he was alive? How?
The vampire cradled him in her lip stroking his hair as Sesel raised her pools to look at her evil ‘twin’. “Boire.(Drink)” It croaked. With that single word her throat became dry. So…so very dry. A familiar burn that traveled down to her lungs, to her stomach. Her tongue swept across her lower lip, she could almost taste the copper. Feel it coating her tongue and slowly sliding, dripping down her throat and nourishing her starving body. “Vous pouvez enfin vous venger. (You can finally have your revenge.)” The vampire prodded as it turned the head of the unconscious English-man. Running a slender finger over his pulse that was so faint she could barely see the vein pulsating. Seychelles dropped to her knees and slouched. Watching the hypnotic twitch of his vein as it cast it’s spell over her.
The light dimming around her and she suddenly felt oh so cold. “Allez, buvez.(Go on, drink )” It coaxed as she slowly leaned forward. Her lids becoming heavy. Her tongue feeling of sandpaper as it slipped from her parched mouth, sweeping across her lower lip once more followed by her teeth as they scrapped over the tender flesh. Sesel pressed her full lips together as she was drawn in by it. His heart, she could hear it’s faint thumping as more words of encouragement slipped from the vampire’s lips. “ Oui boire. Prenez ce que vous avez besoin. Rappelez-vous la douleur et ne pas revenir en arrière.(Yes drink. Take what you need. Remember the pain and do not turn back. )” Dark sea’s watched as a nail sliced across his pale skin. “ Ici. Juste ici.(Here. Right here )” She could hear the creatures’ excitement and it almost became her own as tiny drops seeped from the wound.
Almost.
A groan of pain left Arthur’s lips, his face twisting with it as he took a staggered breath. What was she doing?! She wasn’t going to drink! Even if it was from England. She pushed herself back and shook her head. Finally the island found her voice. “No! I won’t! I won’t drink from him!” She shouted pushing herself and calling forth all of her determination. She wasn’t a monster. She would never be what the vampire asked of her. Never! Sesel’s fingers balled tightly into fists as she stared down toward the vampire, mustering all over her courage. As the vampire stared with those hate filled eyes and shoved the limp body out of it’s lap standing. The two Seychelles’ shot daggers at one another with the intensity in which they looked upon one another.
Darkness began to rise behind the vampire, waving and swaying like tentacles. That inched forward. Her pools flickered toward them and in a flash of an eye they shot out at her. A strangled cry left her lips. They were too quick and warped around her. Searing her flesh marking her. She screamed and struggled. Dark maniacal laughter filled the air. Taunting her as she tried to fight off the darkness. She didn’t want to go back. No. Not here. Never here again. She wouldn’t! Couldn’t! She’d never hurt another living being. Never!
---Real Time---
The female did not stir as the human’s gathered around her. She was deaf to the world. Unaware of the fresh, human blood that thundered through their veins. Or their delicious scent. The predator was unconscious as human and beast battled with in the girl. Her breathing was shallow and she did not stir when Finland lifted her lip. Exposing the elongated canines. Not even a sound of protest left the unconscious girl.
She merely looked dead.
Seychelles did not move when she was lifted or laid back down. Her pale form so fragile it looked as if it would break. Her skin held no luster. Her ebony locks were matted, rats tails that had not been treated with a brush for some time. Dark circles outlined the fringe of her lashes. Her skin sunk in, clinging to her delicate bones after weeks of neglect. Her dress was slack where it once was snugly hugging her lush curves. Her once petal soft lips were now chapped, with small patches of dry skin and cuts mingling with dark bruises from where she bit her lips to stop herself from giving into her urges. Her body was covered in similar marks. Her skin mutilated by her humanity.
Blood slowly left the wounds, trickling down and soaking into the couch. Staining it’s deep blue fabric with crimson. Shards of glass still lingered with in the wounds. A particularly large gash was in the center of her chest with a piece of glass plunged deep with in her flesh, mere inches from her heart. She would surely die if she did not receive blood soon. She was at the mercy of those who stood in her living room.
---Once Again We Enter Thy Dream---
Fighting. Struggling. With dark laughter ringing in her ears chilling her to her bones she battled againsted the darkness. She wouldn’t let it win. She wouldn’t let it harm those who she cared for…and wasn’t willing to admit she cared for. Seychelles may have lost all her riches, all her material goods. But there was one thing that she had not lost and that was her spirit. Her drive. Her love for all things living. She concentrated on that, allowed it to swell with in her. Calling forth every last stitch of her strength and humanity as she pressed her eyes tightly shut and her fists tightened. “I’m not letting you win! We are not one! I will never become the monster that you wish me to be!” She shouted at the vampire. Feeling her minds loosen as she wiggled free of them and looked at the vampire who was panting.
Seychelles’ strength grew. She felt stronger. She could beat this. She would beat this. She marched toward the vampire and watched as it began to shrivel. It’s skin turning to true ash as it began to flack away. The strong salty breeze of the sea caring it away. Bit by tiny bit. Her dark hues were fixed upon the withering, decrepit creature. Never wavering from it’s pathetic dwindling form.
Where she’d once felt petrifying fear she know found strength. “I will beat this..” She uttered, her voice a steady melody of triumph. The vampire crawled toward her. Pleading in a jumble of different languages. Begging fort life as more of it’s body vanished and with one last strangled cry---it was gone.
She had won.
---Present Life Shall We?---
A soft melody slid across her nerves. Tingling them and edging her toward consciousness. Seychelles took a deep ragged breath and winced as fire scorched through her chest. It sent more blood pouring from her wounds. The pain pulled her fully awake yet at the same time was so much that she feared she would pass out once more.
Her heavy lids would not lift but she could hear those hearts once more as they sent blood rushing through the human body. She could hear their breathing and a throaty hum. It was like the dream once more for she found that she was unable to move. As her senses tormented her. A soft, guttural groan left the females lips. As she pushed her hunger to the back of her mind. Trying to find something to focus on other than their damn hearts.
“ Blood.” She croaked. “s'il vous plaît (Please)” She begged. Hardly able to believe that was really her voice let alone the fact that she was pleading for the one thing that she’d denied herself since the change.
“Pl-plea-se.” She whispered.
☽ Ѵ ɐ ɱ p ɩ ɽ ə ☾
☽ Ƚ ɵ c ɐ t ɩ ɵ ɳ ☾ Seychelle's house//Laying on the couch.
☽ Ҫ ɵ ɱ p ɐ ɳ ʎ ☾ Lots of Internal strife//Sealand, Wy, Finland, Sweeden
☽ D ɽ ə s s ə ʠ ☾ This
☽ O ɳ H ɐ ɳ ʠ ☾ N/A
☽ Ƚ ɵ c ɐ t ɩ ɵ ɳ ☾ Seychelle's house//Laying on the couch.
☽ Ҫ ɵ ɱ p ɐ ɳ ʎ ☾ Lots of Internal strife//Sealand, Wy, Finland, Sweeden
☽ D ɽ ə s s ə ʠ ☾ This
☽ O ɳ H ɐ ɳ ʠ ☾ N/A
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