The Curse of The Vampires (Book 1)

Two thousand years ago; "Aurora!" My little brother, Joshua, exclaims excitedly when I come out of my room. "Happy birthday, Aurora!" "Thank you, Joshua. Have you seen Mother or Father?" I ask. "Father left to go sell some of our crops, and Mother went to go sell some of her tailor clothes." "Okay, do you have any clothes that need to be washed?" I ask. He jumps up from the dinner table and runs to his room. He comes back with an armful of blouses and trousers. I grab them from him and go out to the wash bucket to wash our clothes. I scrub the clothes and wring them out and hang them on the clothes line to dry. I go back inside the house and into the kitchen and start cooking. Only Mother and I know how to cook. Father and Joshua do the farm work and trade. Mother and I do the housework and cooking. We sometimes make and sell clothes at the local market. I am nineteen summers old and my brother is even winters old. Mother is with child and for now only makes and sells clothes. After she gives birth to the child, she will work with the other stuff more often. I sit the breakfast on the table and Joshua sits down at the table and grabs some food and starts eating. I sit down across from him and start eating as well. After we are done, I wash the dishes and put them away. Mother comes into the kitchen as I am putting the last of the dishes away. "Can I get you something to eat, Mother?" I ask. "No, thank you, Aurora. I'm not feeling very well, so I am going to lay down." She says and I nod my head only once. Mother leaves and goes to her and Father's room and lays down. I clean around the house a little bit. After a while, I go to the desk and sit down. I start writing on some sheep skin with a burned piece of wood. Today is my nineteenth birthday, and once again Mother forgot it is my birthday. I love my mother, but I wish she would see me once in a while. Mother is with child and all she does now is lie down in bed. She doesn't cook anymore and she doesn't make dresses as much as she used to. I wonder if mother is falling ill, I don't want her to fall ill, but I miss my mother. Joshua, he doesn't really notice the difference in our family as to before Mother was with child. But I see and I don't like what I see. I am going to go and check on Mother, I don't want her to fall ill, even though Mother isn't around much anymore. She is here physically but she isn't here mentally. I stop writing and put the piece of wood on the desk and get up. I go to Mother's room and find her bleeding from her v****a. I go back out to the front room and head over to Joshua. "Go, run, and get the healer." I instruct. He looks confused but he does what I say. I go back into Mother's room and kneel beside her bed and gather her hand in both of my hands. I kiss the back of her hand and caress my hand on her forehead, where I can feel a fever and sweat. It doesn't take long for the healer to get here, but it sure as hell feels like an eternity. I leave the room for the healer to take care of Mother. I go out by the river behind our house and watch the water run down the stream. Someone grabs me from behind me and I feel a red-hot piercing pain in my neck as if it is being torn from my shoulders. I feel blood running down my chest and over my breasts and down my back. I start to lose consciousness and that is when whoever is attacking me turns me around. I see that it is a man that looks to be in his forties, he has crimson-red glowing eyes and two sharp pointy teeth that has my blood dripping from. He rips my dress open and pushes me down to the ground and pushes my dress up and he takes his trousers off and he sinks his p***s into my v****a. I try fighting him off but he is too strong for me to fight against. I have tears running down the side of my temples. I keep moving my head side to side because I just want him to stop what he is doing to me. He grabs one of my breasts too hard and I can practically feel it bruising already. He bites my other breast with his sharp teeth and starts drinking my blood from it. It hurts so much that I am wishing for death now. "Please?" I ask in a watery whisper. "Please just kill me already." I beg. "Oh, I'm not going to kill you. Oh, no, I am going to turn you into what I am." I sob even harder because that sounds worse than death. He bites my neck again and he pulls his pelvis away from mine and then shoves it hard against mine again and again. I feel something wet running down between my legs. "Don't worry, beautiful. The blood will stop soon enough." He says. I know he is talking about the wet sticky substance pouring out of my v****a and he lifts my legs and starts moving faster and harder in and out of me. So hard that it feels like my insides are bruising from his penetration. I continue to sob but he covers my mouth with his and shoves his tongue into my mouth. "No crying, I'll just make it hurt worse for you, so that you have something to cry about." He says when he pulls away enough to talk. I try holding my sobs in but that doesn't hold my tears in, they continue to roll down my temples and into my hair. He bites my neck again and drinks more of my blood and I can feel myself losing consciousness again. Everything goes black and dark and cold. Is this what death feels like? I ask myself silently.