I felt myself falling to my knees, the crack of my bone on the stone floor seemed distant in my ears compared with the laughter I heard coming from the figure in front of me. Kylan stood before me, I knew that if I looked up I would see his perfectly sculpted face, black eyes and waist length silver hair, his sensual lips cracked into a sadistic smile and the whip he held in his hand raised to beat me down once more. From the floor below me I could hear the music from Kylan’s party, I could feel the floor vibrate in time to it beneath my hands.
(Just a little background, Kayla was originally Kylan’s slave, this story takes place at Kylan’s house during one of his frequent vampire parties)
Drowning deep in my sea of loathing
Broken your servent I kneel…
I felt myself falling to my knees, the crack of my bone on the stone floor seemed distant in my ears compared with the laughter I heard coming from the figure in front of me. Kylan stood before me, I knew that if I looked up I would see his perfectly sculpted face, black eyes and waist length silver hair, his sensual lips cracked into a sadistic smile and the whip he held in his hand raised to beat me down once more. From the floor below me I could hear the music from Kylan’s party, I could feel the floor vibrate in time to it beneath my hands.
It seems whats left of my human side
Is slowly changing in me
I felt the vampires blood singing in my veins, like fire and ice. I sat there trembling for nearly an hour as I changed. I knew that Kylan’s blood was killing me, that I was dying, but I refused to simply black out and let myself die. Sweat beaded on my forehead and my breathing slowed until, all at once, I felt fine, but I was hungry. I ran my tounge over my fangs, feeling their weight in my mouth and bit down experimentally. Kylan still stood over me, watching me closely and I looked up at him and smiled.
Looking at my own reflection
When suddenly it changes
Violently it changes
There is no turning back now
You’ve woken up the demon in me
Quicker than thought I was behind my creator, twining my fingers through his. “Kylan,” I purred softly into his ear, “I’m hungry.” He disentangled his hand and turned around, running his fingers through my hair and down my back. “I know you are Kayla, don’t fret, we’ll get you a good feed soon.” He kissed my neck and I heard the music clearly for the first time that night.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and leave it open to me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me
I knew I was succumbing to the lust that overcomes new vampires, but as I ran my hand lightly down Kylan’s back, I wasn’t thinking about sex, I was thinking about killing. Kylan’s kiss was slow, but with undertones of urgency and dominence that could not be ignored. Breaking off he brushed my collarbone with his lips, sliding his hands up my shirt to pull it off. I let him, and fastened my mouth ofver his again. Again I could feel the undertones of urgency in his kiss as we sank to the floor.
In can see inside you the sickness is rising
Don’t try to deny what you feel
It seems that all that was good has died
And is decaying in me
Kylan’s hands ran over my hypersensitive skin and he laughed when I shivered. He pulled at my skirt and I let him take it with no hesitation, tracing invisible patterns on his chest as he pulled my pants off. Standing, he pulled me towards a plush, burgundy couch and lifted me up by my waist, nibbling up my inner thigh until I gasped before setting me down onto it.
It seems you’re having some trouble
In dealing with these changes
Living with these changes
The world is a scary place
Now that you’ve woken up the demon in me
Crawling onto me, Kylan kissed me again, breaking off to bite my neck lightly. I sat up, bringing him with me and leaned towards him, as if to kiss his neck, biting quicker than a striking snake. He tried to pull away, but I clung to him, draining him of his blood which was as intoxicating as any alohol. His struggles weakened and he finally lay still, I pushed his body away and stood, reaching for the knife on the table next to the couch. With a quick thrust, I put it through his heart and twisted, killing him as he had killed my soul so many years ago, and as he had killed me, giving me his eternity.
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
Open up your hate and leave it open to me
Get up, come on get down with the sickness
You mother get up, come on get down with the sickness
You fucker get up, come on get down with the sickness
Madness is the gift that has been given to me