The Bites of Lust
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Chapter 7
CHAPTER 7
What did I become?
Such was Faith's first thought when she woke up in her immortal body.
What did I become?
She was lying, naked, on the cold stony floor in an empty room, except for a chair on which were put leather clothes identical to those she usually wore. This similarity made herst rst believe she had had a nightmare. Then the memory of her agony came back to her mind, and it was so real, so close, so present in her head than she nearly yelled. She studied her body. Under the unhealthy whiteness of an almost translucent skin ran deep blue veins. So, trembling, she put a hand to her mouth and discovered with horror some canines too long and too sharp to be human.
What did I become?
Was it the human inside her who was denying the intolerable obvious? Or else did every new child of darkness ask themselves those existential questions before yielding to their murderous instincts?
The cruel irony of her exceptional situation struck her suddenly. A vampire Slayer being herself a vampire. Had there already been such a case in the Slayers history recorded in the Watchers' chronicles? And what about her duty? Should she continue to chase the night creatures, her fellows? Or should she reject her past definitely and release the monster inside her, this demon without a conscience, bloodthirsty, which she could not manage to identify herself with?
Bloodthirsty.
This thought made her realize she was hungry, her brand new body was claiming its due.
No, she would not drink, ever again, she preferred to die of starvation rather than kill an innocent.
And then Faith felt a presence, well before she saw her.
"My child, I feel the doubt in you..."
Drusilla stood before her, magnificent, holding a scared young man, immobilized by only the power of her mind. Faith raised her eyes to her and an immense wave of mixed love and hatred overwhelmed her, the desire of holding her tight in her arms and of breaking her bones at the same time.
"Free yourself from the yoke of conscience... Give up the burden of your past humanity, it enslaves you..."
Faith was fascinated by the soft murmur of her quasi-hypnotic voice. She could feel the power her creator had over her, but she could also feel the questioning. And a hint of worry.
"Accehat hat you are." Drusilla said throwing the man at her feet.
He sheltered in a corner of the room, huddling, his body shaking with intense fear.
"Never!" shouted Faith, whose face had become human again.
"You're hungry, I know... Stop fighting..."
"Never..." moaned Faith, who could not take her eyes off the tempting vein throbbing in the man's throat.
She felt the terror inside him which was attracting her, turning her on, she could not hear anything but the noise of the blood throbbing in his arteries, resounding in her head, obscuring her mind. The hunger, implacable, was pricking her stomach, ordering her to be satisfied. The need was becoming urgent and painful, her whole body was demanding it. She could not bear it any longer; shivers were rng tng through her, she could see nothing but blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Nothing else but blood.
Prompted by an ancestral instinct, she finally pounced on the young man, and, with a bestial roar, tore his throat open, spattering Drusilla with blood who hastened to make it disappear with a triumphant smile. She drank, sucked great gulps of thick blood to the point of choking. She drained him in a few seconds, and when she felt death take him, she pushed him back and collapsed sobbing next to him.
What did I become?
Faith realized her face had changed again, her canines were much longer, and she felt stronger thanks to the life she had just taken.
"What did you make me for?! Why?"
Drusilla gazed at her creation with a sudden and improbable pity.
"Immortality is boring sometimes, Faith. Going through the centuries made us more blasé, less curious. I'm so bored... So when I saw you, I felt in you something special, evil and despair. You're a unique and interesting experience: mixing the powers of vampires and Slayers, what is more exciting?"
"I'm just a distraction for you." Faith concluded bitterly.
"Not only... Your loneliness touched me... Your complexity as well..."
Faith did not answer. She was looking, through her tears, at the body of the young man who still lay beside her.
"Your beauty..." Drusilla added, casting a lustful glance at the Slayer's naked body.
Faith rose, caught the clothes on the chair, and dressed quickly. She could perceive the disappointment in Drusilla. Could she read minds?
"But you failed, Dru."
The latter looked at her without understanding.
"You turned me into a monster, who knows, maybe the mightiest vampire thanks to the Slayer's powers, but a torn monster, tortured by a conscience."
"I know."
"What?!"
"I had a vision of your creation. I knew you would keep your human soul..." Drusilla explained with a saddened voice.
"So why?! Why did you make me?! Why make me suffer such a torture?"
"Why not?" answered softly the vampire with a cruel smile.
Faith, astounded by this answer, felt rage seizing her. She rushed at Drusilla who did not have the time to follow her movement and found herself being pinned violently against the wall. She felt no fear, just admiration and pride.
"You're so strong and fast..." she whispered, looking deep into the Slayer's eyes that had been darkened by anger.
"I hate you..." spat Faith, who felt a murderous desire rising in her.
"Let hatred overcome you... Forget what you were..."
"No!" yelled the Slayer, who grabbed the vampire and threw her at the other end of the room with an ease which surprised them both.
So, Drusilla burst out laughing, a totally hysterical laughter in which filtered sheer madness, and Faith could not bear it. She fled, pushing away with no difficulty all the vampires on her way out, running to escape this cursed voice that had created her.
*****
To be continued in Chapter 8
What did I become?
Such was Faith's first thought when she woke up in her immortal body.
What did I become?
She was lying, naked, on the cold stony floor in an empty room, except for a chair on which were put leather clothes identical to those she usually wore. This similarity made herst rst believe she had had a nightmare. Then the memory of her agony came back to her mind, and it was so real, so close, so present in her head than she nearly yelled. She studied her body. Under the unhealthy whiteness of an almost translucent skin ran deep blue veins. So, trembling, she put a hand to her mouth and discovered with horror some canines too long and too sharp to be human.
What did I become?
Was it the human inside her who was denying the intolerable obvious? Or else did every new child of darkness ask themselves those existential questions before yielding to their murderous instincts?
The cruel irony of her exceptional situation struck her suddenly. A vampire Slayer being herself a vampire. Had there already been such a case in the Slayers history recorded in the Watchers' chronicles? And what about her duty? Should she continue to chase the night creatures, her fellows? Or should she reject her past definitely and release the monster inside her, this demon without a conscience, bloodthirsty, which she could not manage to identify herself with?
Bloodthirsty.
This thought made her realize she was hungry, her brand new body was claiming its due.
No, she would not drink, ever again, she preferred to die of starvation rather than kill an innocent.
And then Faith felt a presence, well before she saw her.
"My child, I feel the doubt in you..."
Drusilla stood before her, magnificent, holding a scared young man, immobilized by only the power of her mind. Faith raised her eyes to her and an immense wave of mixed love and hatred overwhelmed her, the desire of holding her tight in her arms and of breaking her bones at the same time.
"Free yourself from the yoke of conscience... Give up the burden of your past humanity, it enslaves you..."
Faith was fascinated by the soft murmur of her quasi-hypnotic voice. She could feel the power her creator had over her, but she could also feel the questioning. And a hint of worry.
"Accehat hat you are." Drusilla said throwing the man at her feet.
He sheltered in a corner of the room, huddling, his body shaking with intense fear.
"Never!" shouted Faith, whose face had become human again.
"You're hungry, I know... Stop fighting..."
"Never..." moaned Faith, who could not take her eyes off the tempting vein throbbing in the man's throat.
She felt the terror inside him which was attracting her, turning her on, she could not hear anything but the noise of the blood throbbing in his arteries, resounding in her head, obscuring her mind. The hunger, implacable, was pricking her stomach, ordering her to be satisfied. The need was becoming urgent and painful, her whole body was demanding it. She could not bear it any longer; shivers were rng tng through her, she could see nothing but blood.
Blood.
Blood.
Nothing else but blood.
Prompted by an ancestral instinct, she finally pounced on the young man, and, with a bestial roar, tore his throat open, spattering Drusilla with blood who hastened to make it disappear with a triumphant smile. She drank, sucked great gulps of thick blood to the point of choking. She drained him in a few seconds, and when she felt death take him, she pushed him back and collapsed sobbing next to him.
What did I become?
Faith realized her face had changed again, her canines were much longer, and she felt stronger thanks to the life she had just taken.
"What did you make me for?! Why?"
Drusilla gazed at her creation with a sudden and improbable pity.
"Immortality is boring sometimes, Faith. Going through the centuries made us more blasé, less curious. I'm so bored... So when I saw you, I felt in you something special, evil and despair. You're a unique and interesting experience: mixing the powers of vampires and Slayers, what is more exciting?"
"I'm just a distraction for you." Faith concluded bitterly.
"Not only... Your loneliness touched me... Your complexity as well..."
Faith did not answer. She was looking, through her tears, at the body of the young man who still lay beside her.
"Your beauty..." Drusilla added, casting a lustful glance at the Slayer's naked body.
Faith rose, caught the clothes on the chair, and dressed quickly. She could perceive the disappointment in Drusilla. Could she read minds?
"But you failed, Dru."
The latter looked at her without understanding.
"You turned me into a monster, who knows, maybe the mightiest vampire thanks to the Slayer's powers, but a torn monster, tortured by a conscience."
"I know."
"What?!"
"I had a vision of your creation. I knew you would keep your human soul..." Drusilla explained with a saddened voice.
"So why?! Why did you make me?! Why make me suffer such a torture?"
"Why not?" answered softly the vampire with a cruel smile.
Faith, astounded by this answer, felt rage seizing her. She rushed at Drusilla who did not have the time to follow her movement and found herself being pinned violently against the wall. She felt no fear, just admiration and pride.
"You're so strong and fast..." she whispered, looking deep into the Slayer's eyes that had been darkened by anger.
"I hate you..." spat Faith, who felt a murderous desire rising in her.
"Let hatred overcome you... Forget what you were..."
"No!" yelled the Slayer, who grabbed the vampire and threw her at the other end of the room with an ease which surprised them both.
So, Drusilla burst out laughing, a totally hysterical laughter in which filtered sheer madness, and Faith could not bear it. She fled, pushing away with no difficulty all the vampires on her way out, running to escape this cursed voice that had created her.
*****
To be continued in Chapter 8