Traci Briery & Mara McCuniff The Vampire Memoirs (lit)

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what? What was I so desperate to eat? The images of food flashing through my
mind did nothing for my appetite, and yet I couldn't help staring at this
girl. And she watched me, too, with her frightened eyes, and she opened her
mouth a few times as if to speak, but said nothing, and she rubbed her neck
nervously several times.
"I think& " she said at last, "I think I'm supposed to help you out, first."
"Huh?" I said, still watching her. She did not repeat herself, but reached
into a small pouch at her side and drew out a large needle. She held it before
her and bit her lip and fidgeted her hands a little before speaking.
"In case you're not sure what to do," she whispered, and shut her eyes and
quickly pricked one finger. I was taken a little aback, and meant to question
her actions, when she held her finger out to me, the blood spot growing, and
smiled weakly.
"Just so you know& what I taste like," she said. "Mistress."
But I wasn't really listening to her. I was mesmerized by her finger by only
a simple little spot of blood. I had seen far worse before; so why couldn't I
help looking at it? I could even smell it now, and I had also smelled blood
many times before, but never had it made my mouth water this way.
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She began to bring it even closer to me, and I felt my hand rising seemingly
on its own to meet it. Soon her finger was in my hand, and I squeezed it a
little, and my lips began quivering as the spot grew bigger.
I yanked her finger into my mouth and sucked. I think I almost pulled the
girl over in my enthusiasm, but I didn't care. I was starved; I had to have
something, anything, to eat. Or no not just anything. But I didn't comprehend
just what yet.
I sucked and sucked until no blood came from her finger. I released my grip
on her and let her pull her finger away from me. It was not enough. I was
starved; I had to have something to eat. I looked up at the girl, who seemed
even more worried than before, and she took a step away from me. I rose from
the couch and let the cloak drop to the floor.Fear me, girl? Why fear me? I
wouldn't think of harming you. I only want some food .
Her skin was beautiful. So white and smooth, and she was neither too lean nor
too plump. She took another step away from me and rubbed her neck nervously.
"Does it hurt, mistress?" she asked.
"Does what hurt, Lara?" I asked, still moving toward her.
"When you& you& " she said, gesturing a little, but I still didn't know what
she meant. She was moving away a little faster now, and it wouldn't be long
before she'd reach the wall.
"When I what, Lara?"
"When you& um& " She had to stop now. She had reached the wall. I was only a
few inches away from her; I could feel her warmth from where I stood, and
wanted to be closer to it.
"Spit it out, girl," I said very calmly. "When I what?"
"When you& bite me," she said, swallowing once.
"Bite?" I asked.
"Yes," she said, nodding her head rapidly. "The bite. Will it& hurt?"
"Hurt?" I echoed. She nodded again.
"Oh," I said. "The bite. No& I don't think so," I whispered. "In fact, I
remember it feels quite "
I stopped becauseI did remember. I remembered the flash of pain, then the
gentle, soothing sucking, and I remembered the face of a man who made me feel
all of those things, and it was the man who was calling himself my husband.
And his name sounded again in my memory; it came back in a flood of
recognition, of images, of awful memories. Memories of my arrival there;
memories of a moonlit night on a balcony; memories of talking about
immortality, and hypnotic, glowing eyes, and that pain followed by the
sucking. Then memories of myself and a man whom I loved more than my own soul,
locked up together in a dismal room, frightened, tired, hungry, near the point
of despair, because we knew that it would be our last night together. Then
hideous, shadowy creatures attacking us both, driving us to the ground,
killing us both. Or at least killinghim . I was saved for the most hideous of
them all. Agyar, he had done this to me. But donewhat ?
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I threw my head back and screamed, and it was a scream such as I never knew I
could make. Tears began flooding my eyes as I looked back at the girl, who was
clearly more terrified of me than before. And I was just as terrified of her,
for I now understood what I wanted from her what I was so hungry for what
"meal" she was supposed to supply me with&
I leapt back a full ten feet and screamed again. Lara cringed and doubled
over, covering her ears from the noise. I had to force my own mouth shut just
to stop myself, and I accidentally bit my tongue in the process. I yelped in
pain and felt my tongue with a finger. Blood was there. I had bitten pretty
hard. Or so I thought. My finger brushed against needles in my mouth, and I
pulled it out quickly and very carefully used my tongue to feel my teeth.
Sharp! Each one of my canines was sharp needle sharp!
I raced over to a dresser and searched desperately through the drawers,
throwing out piles of clothes and papers and other bits of junk all over the
floor until I found what I was looking for a mirror.
I was almost afraid to look. But without hesitation I thrust the glass before
me and barely kept myself from crying out again in horror.
My lips were already parted to reveal a mouthful of hideously sharp teeth or
at least, hideously sharp canines. My face was pale, sunken, and drawn, and it
only made the eyes look that much worse. They were bright red perhaps redder
than Agyar's even, only they did not burn as his did when he used his power. I
looked on this horrible image that could not be me I would not let it be me. I
tried to wish it away, but my face only got worse paler, more sunken, more
drawn the harder I tried.
I screamed again and let go of the mirror and heard it shatter at my feet. I
was a monster. I was a hideous monster, with hideous thoughts going through my
mind, and there was nothing I could do about it!
"What's happened here?" a familiar voice called at my side. "Mara, did you
cry out? Lara! But you should be "
"YYYOOUUUUU!" I roared, whirling to face Agyar. "YYOOUU did this to me!
YYOOUU made me a monster! I'll kill you for this! I'll kill you!" I screamed,
and threw myself at this thing that dared to call itself my husband.
I went straight for his throat with my hands, which had actually become claws
without my knowing it, and hoped to squeeze the life from him. He was taken by
complete surprise, and I managed to catch hold of his throat and push him
back, slamming him hard against the wall. His eyes widened in surprise and, I
hoped, terror, and I listened for the sounds of his wheezing and hoped to see
his face turn red.
Neither came to pass. His eyes widened, all right, but only in surprise. If
he was in any pain he did not show it as he slowly brought his arms up to my
hands and forced them away from his throat. I tried with all my might to hold
them in place, but I was too weak then, too hungry, and I'm certain he had
already dined and therefore had all his strength about him.
"Die, you monster!" I screamed. "In Gaar's name die! DIE! DIE! DIE!& "
I repeated that command over and over again, kicking and struggling at him
all the while. But he remained completely calm, holding me firmly where I was,
his eyes smoldering again, and my concentration was slowly being broken by his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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