Whatever they were going to do, they were going to do anyway. I thought I might as well preserve my self-respect by fighting back.
“What the fuck is going on?” I jutted my chin towards Thomas showing my own fangs.
Thomas continued to look everywhere except for at me.
“Come on, Thomas. Have at it,” Victoria snarled, flapping a hand in my direction while raising a syringe filled with a luminous green liquid in the other.
I ran as fast as I could towards her but my attempts to put her down to the ground were futile. Her fingers closed around my throat as she raised me off the ground and smashed the back of my head into the cream shaker-style kitchen cupboard.
She cackled into my face as shoved the needle-less syringe into my open mouth and pushed the plastic plunger down filling my throat with the fiery liquid. My eyes felt instantly heavy, the tension of my muscles ceased as my head lolled forward. I’d let go, consumed by blackness.
***
My eyelids fluttered, instantly realising I had been moved to my bedroom. I had no sensation in the rest of my body. I was paralysed; the only thing that could move was my eyeballs.
“Oh, you’re awake.” I perceived Victoria’s nasal English accent coming from the far corner of the bedroom, close to where the dressing table was.
I failed to respond, trying to summon some moisture to my arid mouth while silently begging my eyelids to remain open as Victoria’s face filled my vision. I forced them wide open with surprise. Her hands were planted on either side of my head, her body pressed parallel against mine, forcing me deeper into the mattress.
“Well, answer me,” she snarled into my face, her crimson painted lips pulled back to bare her sharp incisors. Her eyes blue eyes glowered a mere inch from mine, her hot breath tickled my nose.
“I…I…think you can see I am awake,” I croaked.
I had regained some movement in my neck and I turned my head towards the open door. Thomas stood watching Victoria’s treatment of me. His shoulders slumped and his mouth was turned downwards, even his clothes appeared to be crumpled. He’d never been anything except for immaculately dressed. I gasped having never seen him looking so downtrodden, not in the hundred and fifty years I’d known him.
Victoria raised herself gracefully off the bed and sauntered towards him.
“You had better get your precious daughter some blood, my dear. She’s positively famished,” she breathed in his face seductively. What was it with this woman? Why did she need to be so close to the subject of her speech? Thomas turned and shuffled off down the stairs dropping his head.
Victoria turned back round to face me, curling her lip as she placed her palms on either side of the walnut doorframe, thrusting her ample chest out, this time encased in a red velvet corset.
In a flash she was beside my bed on her haunches, her legs wide apart, her elbows rested on her knees cupping her unchanged expression.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I breathed, barely able to release the words from my throat. “Who the fuck are you?”
She released her chin allowing her arms to fall out in front of her and threw her head back releasing an ear-splitting cackle. Her face dropped forward again, her sickly sweet smile told me she was enjoying herself.
“I’m Thomas’ wife. Didn’t he tell you he was married? He never told you of his wife and maker?” Her tone and her raised eyebrow told me that she knew damn well he hadn’t.
“Where have you been then?” I narrowed my eyes, my face crumpled towards her smooth expression. In one fluid movement she was resting on the edge of the bed, her leather clad legs crossed over each other.
“Thomas and I were married as mortals. My lover, Bartholomew, in the knowledge that we desired, both of us, to spend eternity together, gave me this gift. In turn, before I left Thomas I passed the gift to him. A parting token of affection.”
My eyes widened. I had
“What the fuck is going on?” I jutted my chin towards Thomas showing my own fangs.
Thomas continued to look everywhere except for at me.
“Come on, Thomas. Have at it,” Victoria snarled, flapping a hand in my direction while raising a syringe filled with a luminous green liquid in the other.
I ran as fast as I could towards her but my attempts to put her down to the ground were futile. Her fingers closed around my throat as she raised me off the ground and smashed the back of my head into the cream shaker-style kitchen cupboard.
She cackled into my face as shoved the needle-less syringe into my open mouth and pushed the plastic plunger down filling my throat with the fiery liquid. My eyes felt instantly heavy, the tension of my muscles ceased as my head lolled forward. I’d let go, consumed by blackness.
***
My eyelids fluttered, instantly realising I had been moved to my bedroom. I had no sensation in the rest of my body. I was paralysed; the only thing that could move was my eyeballs.
“Oh, you’re awake.” I perceived Victoria’s nasal English accent coming from the far corner of the bedroom, close to where the dressing table was.
I failed to respond, trying to summon some moisture to my arid mouth while silently begging my eyelids to remain open as Victoria’s face filled my vision. I forced them wide open with surprise. Her hands were planted on either side of my head, her body pressed parallel against mine, forcing me deeper into the mattress.
“Well, answer me,” she snarled into my face, her crimson painted lips pulled back to bare her sharp incisors. Her eyes blue eyes glowered a mere inch from mine, her hot breath tickled my nose.
“I…I…think you can see I am awake,” I croaked.
I had regained some movement in my neck and I turned my head towards the open door. Thomas stood watching Victoria’s treatment of me. His shoulders slumped and his mouth was turned downwards, even his clothes appeared to be crumpled. He’d never been anything except for immaculately dressed. I gasped having never seen him looking so downtrodden, not in the hundred and fifty years I’d known him.
Victoria raised herself gracefully off the bed and sauntered towards him.
“You had better get your precious daughter some blood, my dear. She’s positively famished,” she breathed in his face seductively. What was it with this woman? Why did she need to be so close to the subject of her speech? Thomas turned and shuffled off down the stairs dropping his head.
Victoria turned back round to face me, curling her lip as she placed her palms on either side of the walnut doorframe, thrusting her ample chest out, this time encased in a red velvet corset.
In a flash she was beside my bed on her haunches, her legs wide apart, her elbows rested on her knees cupping her unchanged expression.
“Why are you doing this to me?” I breathed, barely able to release the words from my throat. “Who the fuck are you?”
She released her chin allowing her arms to fall out in front of her and threw her head back releasing an ear-splitting cackle. Her face dropped forward again, her sickly sweet smile told me she was enjoying herself.
“I’m Thomas’ wife. Didn’t he tell you he was married? He never told you of his wife and maker?” Her tone and her raised eyebrow told me that she knew damn well he hadn’t.
“Where have you been then?” I narrowed my eyes, my face crumpled towards her smooth expression. In one fluid movement she was resting on the edge of the bed, her leather clad legs crossed over each other.
“Thomas and I were married as mortals. My lover, Bartholomew, in the knowledge that we desired, both of us, to spend eternity together, gave me this gift. In turn, before I left Thomas I passed the gift to him. A parting token of affection.”
My eyes widened. I had
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