The First Bite

The taste of his blood still wet on my lips; I always hated the taste of iron when I bite my own lip. This was nothing like that, It was rich like a dark chocolate with hints of fruit and nuts. I wiped my lips with the back of my hand. The red tent still present.

“Will I have to kill anyone to survive?” The thought of hurting another living being made me feel sick. All life is sacred and should be protected. I can't even hurt a bug, I always let them go outside. Oh god I think I’m going to be sick.

He pulled my face up to look me in the eyes, “You will only ever feed from me. No one else.”

The sense of relief that flooded me was instant. I can’t even hurt a bug let alone take a life. My gaze lingered on the exposed wrist before me, the weight of my new reality settling in my chest like a stone. I could feel the primal urge rising within, a call to embrace the darkness that now flowed in my veins. Yet, amidst the hunger, a flicker of my humanity remained, hesitant to consume the very essence that bound me to this ancient being.

“I understand the necessity,” I began, my voice barely above a whisper, “but part of me resists this… this nature.”

He watched me struggle, the conflict playing out in the depths of my eyes. I can only imagine how he must view me in this moment. “It is a battle you will face often,” he said, his tone gentle for the first time. “But remember, this is not just about survival. It’s about accepting who you are now, and the power that comes with it.”

With a resolve that seemed to muster from the remnants of my old self, I reached out. My fingers brushed against his skin, a tentative touch that soon turned firm. And as I fed again, the transformation continued. The room seemed to fade around us, leaving nothing but the connection that thrummed with each heartbeat. When I finally withdrew, my eyes were not just glimmering with the eternal they were ablaze with a newfound determination. I had not only accepted my fate but had begun to own it.

“Now,” He said, standing to face me, “let us discuss the future. There are things you must learn, skills you need to master. Your journey has only just begun, and I shall be here to guide you every step of the way.” He moved with grace as he looked over his shoulder before he left the room. “Go get cleaned up and meet me in the dining hall.”

Now that he was gone, I finally took in my surroundings, I was no longer in the home I grew up in. I wonder how or when I got here. I must have been asleep for a while. The bedroom is a serene sanctuary, featuring a plush king-sized bed adorned with soft, luxurious linens. The bed is flanked by matching nightstands, each holding a sleek, modern lamp that casts a warm glow across the room. Adjacent to the window, there’s a cozy seating area with a comfortable loveseat and a pair of armchairs. The seating is arranged around a low coffee table, perfect for enjoying a morning cup of coffee or an evening read. I just need to get my hands on a few romance novels and I will never need to leave this room.

A large, ornate mirror hangs on the wall, reflecting the natural light from the window and making the room feel more spacious. Its intricate frame adds a touch of elegance and sophistication to the space. The room’s decor is a harmonious blend of neutral tones and soft textures, creating a tranquil atmosphere that invites relaxation and contemplation. The mirror’s reflection captures the room’s essence, doubling the visual appeal.

This room reminds me of the one I had at my home and nothing like the house I grew up in. I always did everything I could to not have to think about that place. I make my way to the bathroom adjoined to the room and it was just as beautiful. Many of the same colors flowed into the space. My appearance in the mirror had me stopping dead in my tracks. No wonder he told me to get cleaned up. I had blood, his blood running down my chin. My hair was all over the place. But my eyes, they are what truly made me stop. The light blue had been replaced by a deep red. I stripped off the wedding dress I have probably had on for a few days if my smell was anything to go by.

The shower was cranked up all the way so the warmth from the water could warm my cold skin. It was so odd being cold like this. The heat felt so nice, but I never truly felt cold here either. It was like I was a natural temperature neither cold nor hot. I looked for the soap only to find it was my favorite strawberry shampoo. Actual the shower was filled with all of my normal products. Did someone go to my house? Once I socked up all the hot water I could I got out. There on the counter I noticed more of my products along with a new toothbrush. In the drawer was my hairbrush so I know someone went to my home and took my things. Who the hell does that.

I wrapped the towel tight around myself as I march to the closet. Everything I had in my closet was now here in this one. Along with new clothes and shoes. What the hell is going on. The similarities between this room and my home are too similar to be a coincidence. I need answers and I need them now so I hurried to get dressed and go find the Lord in question. I am tired of this cat and mouse game he is playing at.