Vampiric

Burning

Mia’s POV

I lay on the bed in complete shock over what just happened. Damien tried to r**e me. The only thing that stopped him was my telling him I’m a virgin! He was trying to have his way with me last night, too! I needed to assert myself, to command respect as a woman. Just because I’m f*****g dead, because I’m a Vampire now doesn’t mean I’m going to be his f*****g w***e! If he wants me, he needs to earn me! I’ve never allowed anyone inside me because it’s something I think is special! I’m 25 years old and was saving myself for who I wanted! Not for some dickhead to come and rip that away from me! It’s my f*****g body! It’s my f*****g decision! I’m so angry with him! He doesn’t f*****g own me! Pacing around the room, thinking ‘What am I going to do? I’m f*****g naked, I can’t even go outside!’ 

There is a door at the top of the steps, I dash for it, but it’s locked. Slamming my fists on the steel in frustration, knowing I won’t be able to break through.

My eyes bounce around the room. No windows for me to escape. Looking and browsing for any sort of weapon to use Incase Damien tries to pull that s**t again. I see the closet and a dresser next to the closet entrance. There is a TV hanging on the wall. Candles litter the room, multiple on almost every surface able to hold them. Continuing my search for a way out, I am able to actually take in the sights of the room. The bed is humongous, almost the size of two king sized beds put together. The linens are beautiful, black and red in color. Exquisitely made of cotton and silk, the most luxurious sheets and blankets I’ve ever had. Besides the bed, beautiful large night stands sit. Checking the drawers in both, I only find a jewelry box and a velvet bag, which clearly isn’t a knife of any sorts. The furniture is incredible, the decor is like something out of my dreams. I’m so enthralled with my surroundings. The dresser has a mirror made of metal, which is totally weird. I mean, I can kind of see myself, I guess. I keep searching tirelessly for a form of protection but see the streaks of red on my face in the metal. I guess I can cry now, it’s just blood instead of tears! At least I’m able to expel my feelings through something, unlike when I was in the box! 

I go toward the closet, it’s like I’m stepping into a department store! It’s bigger than my old house! My jaw drops, everything is in my size. Every color I can imagine, something for every occasion. Mass amounts of underwear, bras, shoes from flats to sandals, to boots to heels! Jewelry and make up everywhere! I must be dreaming! I rub my eyes, I pinch myself, I feel my face.. yup, I’m awake! I still feel the sting of the slap Damien handed me. Momentary lapse, I get back to my search. I grab a stiletto shoe, thinking of ways to slam the spike into Damiens f*****g face. Feeling a sort of comfort with my stiletto dagger, I continue to explore. 

At the end of the closet, there is another mirror, however it’s projected from a TV screen. How strange! It’s much, much clearer than the metal one in the bedroom. I inspect myself in the recording, looking at my eyes, my nakedness. My cheek is slightly bruised, but it’s healing already. The bites from Damien are also bruised, but fading. I look the same, but I know for a fact that I am something else. Besides that I look f*****g gross, I’m  still dirty from being buried. 

Without any escape route in sight, I decide to at least shower. I pick out pajamas. The shorts are black with lace bordering the bottom seams. The matching top is a spaghetti strapped top. Comfortable and beautiful. I picked out a lacy pair of underwear. Looking around the room, I see another door, I open it to the extravagant bathroom. I almost cry at the sight. It’s magnificent! 

There is pool-like bathtub that’s made of beautiful tile, in the floor! Like an in-ground pool!You step down to get in! Excitement rushes me with everything I look at. At the end of the tile bath tub, there is a step up encased by clear glass panels with a waterfall shower head. There are even jets on the side of the wall for your body! Towels are tucked in a closet space. Two sinks, more metal mirrors. I’m completely floored. 

I sprint for the shower, there’s soap, and amazing smelling shampoo and conditioner. It’s like he knew all of my favorite scents and fragrances! I turn on the shower and start to scrub myself clean. It’s funny how one moment you can feel such excitement until the shower turns on and the water hits you. It’s like the world is allowing you to fall apart, expelling all of the dirt built up in your soul as well as cleaning your body surface. I need the dirt from being buried off of me! The blood from feeding and the disgusting feeling of being viciously sexually assaulted. Sobbing hard, my head in my hands I slide my body down the glass panel. Reaching the floor, I bring my knees up to my chest. Releasing all the memories of being buried, my parents deaths, my horrible friends, my alcoholism, the assault, me being f*****g dead! Everything all at once just rushing out of my eyes. I just cry for hours, watching dirt and grime from my body swirl around and go down the drain. 

Wobbly attempting to stand up, trying to gather myself. I start massaging my scalp with shampoo, purring with much needed relaxation as the warm water washing everything off. 

After I cry, I feel a little better. I reach  for a towel, wrapping my hair up, then slipping into my pajamas. I glide into the room, walking as a vampire, you feel weightless. I’m still a shaken by how Damien treated me, but I’ll talk to him about that later. For now, I need some self care. I lay on the bed, I turn on the TV and watch some trashy dating show. I think about everything that has changed so far. I’m a vampire now, and Damien made me this way. I can feel how upset he is with himself. His emotions affecting me. Im fully aware of how horrible he is for the way he attacked me tonight, but without him even speaking to me, I can feel how remorseful he truly is. He’s heart broken. I tear up, I try to hold back my emotions, but mixed with his, it’s almost too much. I feel a trickle of blood run down my newly clean face. I try to control myself. My eyes still swollen from crying in the shower, I’m trying to be strong for myself. I’m so f*****g angry with Damien but I’m really struggling to stay mad. I don’t understand why, but I miss him already. He doesn’t deserve my forgiveness but if I’m being true to myself, I still want him near me. I felt pure hatred for him while he was attacking me, but now I miss him? Yeah, there’s something definitely f*****g wrong with me. I’m still armed with my stiletto, but his emotions are taking prescience over my own. All I can feel is Damien’s sadness, regret and remorse. Like I’m being consumed by it. Fighting internally with myself but I’m losing either way. I look in the direction of his hideaway, desperately trying to ignore it. I will NOT go over there! Why is this happening? I should be cutting his d**k off! I’m torturing myself, but I am going to sleep alone tonight! We both have a lot to think about. And I’ll be sure to give him a piece of my mind tomorrow night! Tossing and turning in my bed, my mind restless but I’m so exhausted, I finally close my eyes and feel the slumber take me.

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I jolt awake, my nose going wild with my heightened sense of smell. Locking eyes with a man in the room, who appears to be cleaning. I feel my eyes slowly turning black.

“...D-D-“ the man stutters, trying to remain calm but I feel him panic. 

Crouching, my feet planted on the bed. My arms hung in front of me, my back hunched, feeling like a predator and this man is my prey. My legs straighten as I pounce for him, feeling the air pass over my at lighting speed. My eyes locked with his as he screams “DAMIEN!” I’m going to rip this man apart, probably Damien, too. As I prepare to land on my prey, he yanks out a mirror from his back pocket and shows me my own reflection. I make eye contact with my animal-self and immediately burst into flames, screaming for my life. This is one of the worst pains I’ve ever felt. Worse than the embers, worse than the pain I felt in my box. My skin feels like it’s melting under the extreme heat of the flames licking every inch of my body. It feels like I’m bleeding all over, even my toes are on fire. I hear the man hysterically screaming “Damien! Damien! I’m so f*****g sorry, she tried to attack me! I didn’t have a choice! You have to help her! Help her now! Stop this! Don’t just f*****g stand there, put her out!”

I can’t help but think back to myself how I wished I was burning to death instead of being in my box. I take that back, I’d chose my box over this every time. My box, I just want to crawl back in it. I cry and sob through the flames, screaming and letting out desperate cries for help. My survival instincts take over, my body expelling an inhuman scream like sound. My voice sounding muffled almost as if my vocal cords are melting with everything else. Erupting from the depths of my soul I scream the loudest I’ve ever screamed, 

“DAMIEN!” 

In an instant, I’m doused with water, feeling the water splash around me, the molecules of the water fighting the flames. The water is cold and feels amazing against my burning hot skin. My body utilizing the water to repair itself as much as it can. Tingling and feeling like burnt, crispy barbecue. Bloody tears pour out of me, I’m gripping the shirt of my savior, groveling at their mercy. “Thank you, thank you.” I speak through sobs and bouts of smoke leaving my body. My eyes glance up needing to see the face of my savior. Damien’s face peering down at me. He holds me close, cradling me like a newborn baby, trying to soothe me by whispering sweet nothings in my ear. “I’m so sorry I let this happen. You’ll never know the amount of guilt I feel. I allowed this to happen. This is all my fault. Everything will be okay, I’ll never let anything happen to you again, I promise.” His words are so sweet, cooing me, the hair in my ears standing in attention to listen to each word the leaves his mouth, relaxing my muscles. The pain is disintegrating, my crisped skin healing but I still feel emotionally drained. Mentally crashing from all of the stress and trauma, Im gently lifted up and placed down into my soft bed. Compared to flames, I feel like I’m laying on clouds. Damien holding my hands, his lips soft and planting caring, love filled trails of kisses on my skin as it heals itself. Bloody tears streaming down his cheeks, dripping and leaving droplets along my burns. My vision getting hazy, blurry, squinting my eyes to try to see clearly but my efforts are useless. Muffled words surround me, I can no longer understand them. My eyes are so heavy, they tremble, trying to keep them open but I can no longer battle with them. Losing the battle, I succumb to the exhaustion, back to my deep slumber.