Title

Vampyre Blood

The Deathtoll

Author

Feh, you should know me by now

This story is based on fiction. The characters, place and storyline are all made up by me. The vampyre, the title, is based on long myth and the name is of great vampyres, elders of the race of vampires of lore, are all fictious. Dracula pays no part in this, he is of no relation to them. No Ann Rice (c) preferences, no other gothic vampire tales have influenced this piece. Have a read of Crimson Butterfly if you like this story.

This story is the backround and work of a Gaian character named Manx. If you'd like to know what Gaia is, go to where you can make a character and roleplay with other people, acting out your character with your own present avatar. I have my own under the alias M.a.n.x.

Check it out, if you're interested.

Now, please read my story. If you enjoy it, take a look at my other fictious stories I have. Thank you, and have a safe and good night or day.

Chapter One

The Beginning/

Bloodletting of a Child

"Someday, you'll thank me, my child. Thank me for saving you from the real world," a man near forty said as he held a child of eleven years in his arms, tears starting to appear at the corners of his eyes.

A woman stood near with her arms crossed beneath her breasts, her eyes closed so not to see the child in her husband's arms and the man who stood only a few feet away. His presence frightened, but intrigued her, but the intrigue only aided to her fear and the man could sense it, but he paid no mind. His thoughts and eyes were on the child who was hugging the man.

The man released the girl and held her at arms length from him to take one last look into her jade colored orbs. Her short, boyish cut hair was silver, the color of the moon. Her skin was milky white and she wore a simple dress of grey. She had no tears in her eyes and she turned to the stranger behind her, then back to her father.

"Don't be afraid, my dear...."

Her name was muffled as she turned to the stranger and he held his hand out to her. His eyes never leaving her, the dark purple orbs of darkness that traveled deep within his mind and soulless chest. The woman turned and took a hold of her husband's hand and helped him stand. The two watched as the stranger left with their child, they would never see her again.

The stranger held the girl's hand, his flesh cold and slightly damp to the touch of her small hand. She clammered along, trying to keep in step with him as he strode through the darkness. His coat writhed with the light current of wind that went through the fabric and his black, shoulder length hair curled as the wind played in his tresses. His flesh was pale and he had no facial hair, a beautiful specimen to withhold, but also it was a deadly beauty. The girl looked up at him and the vampyre glanced down at her, a face of expressionless emotion. A face of set stone marble.

"Do not worry my child, you will be treated as well as you wish. Only, be sure to respect the others or else you will have a rough time at Kindred," he said in a sultry tone, his voice, a whisper on the wind.

The girl only blinked and looked straight ahead as they seemed to step into a whole other world. A world where shadows took on human forms and humans were licking heels as their masters tred through the dirt roads. The vampyre released his grip on her hand and knelt down in front of her, his arms resting on his knees. He looked into her eyes and tried to read her mind, but she resisted.

"Now, I'll leave you here, a vampyre will come by and pick you up. I don't think we'll meet again, but my name is Drake. Do not speak of my name to your new master and abide by their wishes, you will be safe then, my little flower. Good bye."

He stood and turned. The girl caught his coat and tugged, making him stop for a moment. She released it after a moment and he continued his walk, vanishing into the darkness. The girl slowly dropped to the ground, her legs folded beneath her and her eyes were downcast to the dirt below her. She traced her index finger through the dirt, tracing a name she then could not recall and she crossed it out. Her jade green eyes stayed clear, a placid look on her face as a pair of black boots came into her view. She looked up and a new vampyre stood before her. This one was female, her physical appearence was flawless and she wore black. Her hair was waist length, the color of blood and her eyes were emerald green. An intense green and her skin was milky white. Her nails were painted red and her coat was longsleeved, covering half of her hand. Her thumbs protruded through the sleeves, keeping the sleeves where they were as she knelt down to scan the girl over. After a few moments, the female vampyre stood and held out her right hand. The girl took the woman's hand and stood, following her through the dark town of Kindred.

"I am your mistress, you may call me only that if I'm feeling generous. You, I will name you when it comes to me, you will be called for now servant. You will be my food when I need you to be, you will be my maid when I need you to be and you will be prompt. If you are not, there will be no help to save you. You are mine, your body is not yours anymore and your soul is mine. You are dirt, mortal, and you will be treated so. My other servants, only two, will train you well enough so you please me. If you do not please me, you do not eat or bathe. If you do, well, I guess you get whatever I feel is necessary for you. You will be not treated differently just because you are a child, you mortals are all the same, so you will be treated the same regardless of age and health. Do you understand?"

"Yes mistress," the girl replied with a soft voice.

"Good, I do hope you keep that polite tone, if you get the least bit cocky with me, I will put you in your place. You will serve guests of mine if they want you, if you are not wanted, you will not be around."

The vampyre led the girl into a large abode, a castle it seemed, and released her hand. She walked up a few steps and turned to the girl. A woman appeared from the right room and hurried to the girl, taking her hand. The girl looked at the vampyre woman before being led out of the room and into a new one. The room was large and three beds were arranged into a circle, the feet of the bed faced each other. A shelf was at the right side of the room while a desk was in the right and a toilet was placed in the south end of the room with a towel hanging from a suspended rod.

The woman released the girl's hand and hurried to a bed.

"This is where you will sleep, I do hope you please the mistress. She takes kindly to us, but only if we are prompt and ready for her every whim. Hilde is in the kitchen, she makes the food that we eat. I am Lucille, I take care of the grounds work. You...it seems you have not been named yet, so you will be called Girl for now. Understand?"

Girl nodded and proceeded over to the bed, where she sat down and looked at Lucille.

"I understand."

"What a polite child, you will be adored by all who come here for that. We have not had a child here for so long, it's-"

Her sentence was cut off by a low ring of a bell and she hurried out of the room without saying a word. Girl looked around and pulled her knees up to her chest. Suddenly, tears began to pour from her eyes and her body trembled.

"Mommy....daddy...why...." she sobbed.

She laid down on the bed and curled up underneath the covers in a fetile position, her eyes closed tight.

"Wake up, Girl. You are needed by the mistress," Lucille's voice.

Girl woke and slipped out of her bed. She followed Lucille up the stairs and through a large set of doors. The room was colored in red, a large bed was set in the middle. To the right of the room, the vampyre stood in front of a mirror. Lucille left Girl and closed the doors in her wake.

The vampyre turned to Girl and Girl kept her placid look even though the vampyre was nude. Her body was curvacious and perfect, not even a hair sprouted on her magnificant body. She treaded over to a chair and lifted up a robe, putting it on with one fluid motion. She turned to Girl and tilted her head.

"I know what you are thinking. The work of art, my body is, is it not?" She inquired with a wry smile.

"Of course, mistress."

"Good girl. I have thought of a name for you, your name is now Manx. Take it, or I will bleed it into you, my child. Now, come here, Manx."

Manx complied and walked over, where the vampyre took a hold of her. Her slender arms held Manx close to her and she smiled.

"This will only hurt for a moment, my dear, after the first bite you'll come accustomed to it," she whispered into her ear.

Manx felt the bite and it made her slightly dizzy, but the feeling passed like a faze. She was released after what seemed a second and she stumbled slightly, her small body feeling the full affect of blood being drained from her. The vampyre chuckled and wandered to the chair, sitting down. She crossed one slender leg over the other and rested her chin on her hand which was propped up by the chair.

"You will feel the effect of bloodletting only a few times, after that, you will grow used to it. Now, leave me," she said with a wave of her other hand.

Manx left the room and wandered down the steps. The entrance doors opened and a tall, beautiful man entered. His hair was cut short, blue in color, while his eyes were an intense silver color with a ring of gold around the iris. He wore black, like the others, but his clothes were personally tailored to meet his requirements. His body was toned and his skin was a fleshy color.

He looked at Manx with his silver eyes as he passed her and walked up the steps. Manx turned and watched him enter the room, where he had begun to take off his coat. She turned to the right and entered her sleeping quarters, where she instantly fell asleep to eery sounds from the master room.

To be continued....

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