The Untamed

Chapter one

I am on a bed, my body shuffling around in the one position I could manage. I am in pain, and I could it pulsing through my veins, the intensity, prickling into every part of me.

My eyes remains closed, as my hands clasp onto the sheet of the bed, trying to pass the pain into something else, which I know myself isn't possible.

The beads of sweat on my forehead is suddenly brushed away by a finger passing by my skin, and that part of me is soothed, free from the burning agony. I couldn't even yell out. Myself, feeling tramped, and cramped.

I open my eyes when the pain has reduced, became a faint sensation at now.

"Kara." Says the whispering feminine voice. I recall the voice, it's familiar. Very familiar. How could I forget?

I use my hand to brush the strands of hair that's sprawled over my face away and look at the figure, my accomodation a bit blurry. Sooner it clears, and the frame of my mother comes into view.

I smile, faintly at her. And she returns it. "mother."

"Where does it hurt?"

"Everywhere mother." My voice is a whisper, but urgent and needing. I tilt my head over to see her pitiful face. Tears brims my eyes again such that I cannot control them.

"So, what do you want?"

I sniffle. "For it to go away. I can't bear it anymore."

"Then fight it." If only she knows what less strength I have left. I can't fight anything anymore. My veins are thumping in pain, blood passing by is thudding floppily. Every part of my existence is as if it's succumbing to being erased, and its process is such excruciating kind.

"I can not."

"You can. This is not you, Kara. This...is not your existence. I am only here to guide you back to the reality. This pain and helplessness is a showing result of what will happen once you have succumb into the lid, and the darkness of the night rises above you. You have to remain stagnant." She tells me, but little of her words do I comprehend.

"I don't know what to do."

"Fight the pain. As your guardian, I am telling you this."

I frown. "You're my mother."

"Your mother is dead."

I want to talk — in a whispering voice, of course — back at her, but just can't when she says.

"Stand up." My body do as she says. In the now, I no longer feel any pain. "Go to the shower." And from nowhere, the door to the bathroom is right in front of me, meaning that out of the blue, I'm suddenly in Andrew's room.

I couldn't repel her compulsion, as I enter into the room, and go to stand under the shower. She walks behind me. Standing below the shower, she goes to grab the tap, and turns it on. The water cascade onto my body, drawing down that my body gets soak.

In the neutrality of it, I feel undisturbed, allowing the fine feeling to sink into my pores.

"Allow yourself to feel the change." Finishing saying, she goes silent, while I do as I'm bid.

I feel as the temperature of the water changes, becoming warm than it was warm earlier, then, increasingly, the temperature rises.

I whine at the heat that sinks down my body, especially at soft spot. "Stop, please....mother."

"Do not let the tap decide your fate, Kara. You can chose to let it burn you, or to let it soothe you. You chose." I can hardly hear most of what she's saying. The burns from the water causes me great distress but I can't move away from under it.

"Please, let it stop."

"No, you let it stop!" Her voice yells at me, making me freeze, the water stops, silence overcomes every other. My listening ear perks into the aura, but nothing could be heard. It's as if I could notice where my existence is, but I can't feel my surrounding and its happenings.

And out of the blue, she whispers close to my ear, bulging my body to bolt. "fight the dark."

It was a lie. Andrew told me right before his fangs tears my skin that he will be gentle, but he wasn't. The moment his fangs tore into my skin, he releases a gasp as a drop of my blood touches his taste buds, and with harshness, he dips inside without remorse of the outcome.

I make a shrilling scream of my own at the intense pain, and try to wiggle or at least back away from his fangs before it encloses inside my body, but with his fast abilities, he has grabbed me by my shoulders and pull me closer to his body, making me feel the coldness, and easiness the more.

I feel as though a red knife that's just being removed from a soaring, burning fire is being placed on contact with my skin, the delicate part of my neck. He takes his fill hungrily, and very greedily, not minding the fact that I am special to him. Or maybe it's all a lie. I think he wanted to do this intentionally.

The dream I had is nothing but a stupid, mind-escaping dream to make myself feel less in pain, but it's not working. How could I fight this predator? He's the king of all Vampire's Kings. He's the world's most dangerous predator. And now, he's caught his prey. He uses his fingers to draw my hair away to the other side so that he can take more of his fill.

The tears at the brim of my eyes falls, as my body trembles, my feet shivering from the fear of changing. Remembering that, it fills me with a surge of power to at least fight the venom. I will not allow him to turn me without my consent. I will not become someone who will be killing the innocents every night.

But do I seem to have a choice now? No, I don't think so. The king of them all, brother to the banisher of the supernatural creatures is biting me, and I think I can repel it?

I am still screaming from the agony, from the fire that's burning me extremely painful, and he does not care. He takes whatever he wants.

My eyes open to see a blurry view of the ceiling, from my side views, I see his head at the side of my neck. I want to push him away, only if I have the strength. I want to move my body, but my mouth is the only part of me that works.

I begin to accept my fate, perhaps this is how fate had written my life, had written how my humanity will end. This is it. When I awake, I'll be someone else. I will be dead and resurrected, and every night, I'll become a nocturnal.

Just when I relent, a gush of relief wash over that part of my skin, and within seconds, it spreads all over my body. I change from a scream, to a moan, and I attempt to move my body closer to Andrew's fangs, wanting him to feed more as a heat wave strikes all through my body to my core, tingling me sensually. He makes a alluring, enjoying moan of his, approving what I'm trying to do, and digs more into the pit of my neck. I gasp, and make an incoherent noise.

I make way for my neck to be more expose, and soon, I feel my eyes falling apart, enclosing by themselves such that my body is becoming limp. He sounds muffled under my skin, as he didn't stop. I don't want him to. Cold water has been poured over the burning fire. I want to stay under that protective shield for the rest of my life. The rejuvenation that it gives me. It's so enlivening and I don't want him stopping soon. I want to keep my body awake, but I just can't. I fall into the darkness, as I wish for the sensation never to stop.