Unwanted Desires

A Glimpse of an Escape

Cayden

I woke up in a very dark, mildewy place. As a vampire, my eyes naturally adjust to the dark. So I can see that I am in a room that is panelled with wood on the ceiling, and it is more or less confined.

Of course… they put me in the cellar.

Clink-clink!

I know that all too familiar sound from the last time I was locked up in here. It’s the food slot in the bottom of the cellar door. It’s just big enough to fit a glass through and a small slit big enough for a straw.

“Hope you like Blood a la Mouse!” the giggles gave it away.

Cassy! The little b****!

The smell of fresh rodent makes my stomach churn. I don’t like the taste of animal blood. Especially the taste of a lowly rodent. It was what my lowlife of a father, who used to force me to ‘eat’ this very discussing pest whenever he felt I needed to be punished. Although, like I did when my dad would make me, I just plugged my nose and sucked every drop down like a man. It’s better to gain as much strength possible, then feel the pain close enough to what the Supers call, ‘starving.’

The taste of potency puts me into a time and place so far in the past that it was a shock I remembered it still.

~little Cayden, 5 years old: 1932, Cube 13, Colonial Cave, Williamstown, WV.~

Their cube was all they had left since the Pure Blood Wars. Cayden’s mom had died during the slaughtering. The only ones left of the Desire family being: Jaxon Desire (father of Cayden), Cayden Desire, and Flair Desire (Cayden’s little sister). It would have been all three still, but Flair disappeared 2 months after the end of the war. Cayden had his suspicions towards his father.

"You sold her, didn’t you! I know you did! Ever since mom died, you treated her differently! You killed her!” Young Cayden screamed at his dad, the coven leader.

Master Jax, didn’t budge as his only son spat angry remarks at him. He simply waited till Cayden finished. He then rose from his hickory varnished desk and ordered two Protectors to take Cayden to the cellar till he would decide he was ready to let him out.

I'm fading back into darkness..

Raven

I feel the flush of wind caressing my face. The ground beneath my paws feel as fine as the sand on a beach. That soft sand between the toes, kind of feeling. The air smells of sweet raindrops that linger on leaves.

This is my happy place. No demon, blood-sucker mind invasions, just the sounds of everything around me in a peaceful momentum. Just me and the Earth. The onl-

I hear a rustle about 32 feet north of me, knocking me out of my relaxation. It wasn’t just the sound that threw me off, of course, it was the scent.

"It's him!" I warn my dear wolf.

Master Jax glides towards us. As graceful as a flamingo, and as fast as a bullet.

Damn blood-suckers! Jazzy growls in my head

I catch a glimpse of what was the means of the rustling. Out of instinct we snarl at him.

“It is just some clothing I had some of the TIT’s make up for you. I believe we are in need of a discussion.” He says, and with a slight of hand, moved the plastic bag into my hands. “You know where to go. I shall be sure to see you in 30 minutes,” he said with such authority, as he turned and disappeared into the wooded background.