Summary: Oneshot. She left home and was kidnapped. In one night, she changed. She's not the same anymore and she has to accept the fact and give into reality.

Written by Terra.

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I sat in my chair, waiting patiently for my father to come into the room. The light flooded into the room through the opened windows, the wind blowing softly at the curtains. My mother had told me that I was to marry the son of a wealthy family up north, but my father had not told me of the news yet. The door opened, my father’s weary face was revealed and in that moment, I knew what was to happen. My belongings were already packed and I was to marry within the fortnight. He looked at me sadly, mirroring how I had felt inside. I did not want to leave my father, but my mother told me that I would have to one day. Keeping a confident façade, I told my father that I could go to my fiancée myself, without an accompaniment. He shook his head, but I kept steadfast in my decision. Minutes later, I found myself getting ready to leave, dressed warmly in dark colored clothing for it was nearing the beginning of autumn.

I crossed the threshold of the front door, leaving my family’s quaint little house and bidding my father goodbye, when a shiver crept up my spine. I stopped and turned around frantically, looking back at the house only to find the front door glaring back at me. Dismissing it as a chill from the air, I turned back to my original path and saw, in the distance, a tall, lean figure staring at me. I walked forward, shivers shaking my body, fear tearing at my heart and my mind yelling at me to turn around and run back to my father’s safe arms. Pulling my wrap closer around my body, I found myself less than twenty paces from the figure and slowly advancing towards him. At this proximity, I could see his features, his emerald eyes that was lifeless, light blonde hair neatly combed, and a chiseled face as if carved from marble. A dark shirt and pants hung elegantly on his body, emanating wealth and sophistication. I involuntarily shuddered in fright as he looked at me with his unblinking dark eyes. He was leaning against a tree, his eyes focused on me and I felt my feet carry my body towards him. A string seemed to bring me towards him as if he was drawing me in with something invisible. My mind froze as panic started to set in.

Reaching him, I opened my mouth to say something, but stopped as his hand cupped my cheek. His hand was as cold as the winter’s snow and, upon seeing him this close, his skin was as pale as ivory and each feature of his face as defined as if it were carved by a master sculptor. I flinched under his touch as he smiled widely; it was then that I noticed that his canines were a lot longer than my own. I anxiously tried to pull back as he leaned towards me, but my body would not allow me as I stood paralyzed in front of him.

“Come, my love, you will be with me for eternity,” He whispered, his cold lips brushing against my ear.

That was the last thing I heard before I fell out of consciousness.

Hours later, I assume, I found myself on a foreign bed in a dark room. It seemed as if I was still asleep, trapped within a nightmare I could not escape. The curtains were pulled shut against the window and the door was closed, leaving no light from the hallway to seep through, although, in the back of my mind, I already knew that there was not much light to come into the room to begin with. The room was plain and dark, the only furniture was the bed and a chair beside it. Sitting up, the door opened and closed as the man I saw earlier entered the room. Possessing a grace that surpassed my own, he fluidly sat down on the chair.

I stared at his face, his previous words resonating in my mind repeatedly, each time getting louder and causing worry to envelope my mind. I studied him and his facial features, my eyes traveled his face. He had a strong jaw line, his lips pursed together into a line, a soft and curved nose, wide eyes sunken into his face from, what I presume, was lack of sleep, and long dusky eyelashes. My eyes traveled upward to his prominent forehead and to his soft blonde hair, which now fell over his forehead. Forcing myself to look in his hypnotic eyes, I managed to speak, “Who…who are you?”

He parted his lips and took a deep breath as if breathing the air around me, which caused me to recoil from him. He smiled, his canines revealed again, and reached for my hand, placing a kiss on the back of it and effectively stopping my retreat, “I am Andrew, my beloved.”

I took my hand away from him, my anger exploding in contrast to the coldness I felt when his lips were on my hand, “Eternity? Beloved? Who are you to call me that? I am the only daughter of the Laughton family, who are you to tell me to whom I belong to, especially to a stranger such as yourself.”

He spoke, his voice smooth and his dark eyes gleaming in the darkness, emanating malevolence, “My love, you are the one I was waiting for to become my beloved.”

“Stop talking nonsense!” I yelled, preparing to leap up and retreat as fast I could when given the chance. “What the devil are you?” I demanded, flinching back away from him as he attempted to reach for me again.

“I know him well, but I am only a mere vampire. The creature of the night,” He paused, probably to take in my wide eyed look, “And you are now my beloved and mate for eternity.”

I got up, ready to storm out, when he held me back, for his lean figure only disguised the strength that he used to hold me back. Shivers ran up my body as his fingers tightened around my wrist. Pulling me into in solid embrace, he pushed my long dark hair out of my face and neck, causing fear to rise inside of me at what he was going to do next. He pulled back, smiling widely for me to see his shining canines, and plunged his teeth into my neck. Ripping my human life away, I unwillingly fell into the world of the dark and, for the second time that day, I fell from consciousness, his smile haunting me.

I woke up again, my eyes automatically adjusting to the dark room and to my mate leaning against the wall beside the door. He stared and glided towards me, offering a hand to me. Glaring at the hand, I grudgingly took it, it was eternity, I might as well try to be happy. He led me out of the room and into a dark corridor; the smell of rain hit me as I took in the hallway that was both spotless and old. Leading me down the stairs, I stopped in the dimly lit living room. Decorated with paintings of people I do not know and dark landscapes, it fit with what he was. However, the decorations were not what I stopped at; an uncovered windowpane was across the room, of which I could see myself in.

My eyes were as lifeless as his, except with the light blue that I was born with, my dark hair swept behind me, and my figure as thin as his was. My features were more accentuated than what it had been, my own face carved out of stone like his and my skin as pale as the color white. I turned to him, his dark eyes staring down at me, and, in his eyes, I could see myself again. “Do you enjoy your new look, my love?”

“No sir, I do not,” I replied tersely, his hand tightening against my own. “I did not want to be here to begin with, but I’ll concede to what is reality for me now.” I paused, staring at him as he loosened his grip, “A cursed eternity with you.”

“That was the same for your mother, except that she ran away from me before I changed her and found your father in that short period of time.” His eyes became distance, recalling the memories of years before my birth, “I watched her, lingering until the opportunity to take her back, until you were born.” He stopped, wrapping his arm around my waist. For some reason, his skin did not seem as cold as the snow anymore. “You were born so soft and warm and I knew that you would be my mate from then on. Your mother cursed you into becoming what you are now and you could not stop it, for you are now mine for eternity.”

“My mother is the cause of this?” I demanded, my anger rising to my face. “You watched me since I was young?” I asked softly, my voice barely over a whisper. “I had no future in result of my mother’s decisions, am I right? I am cursed with what she left me as you live for eternity.”

“Correct.” He breathed onto my face, drawing my anger away from my body and mind as he placed his lips against my cheek. “It is a curse, but now that I have you, no one else will carry this curse except for yourself.”

“Which means forever,” I said sullenly. He pulled away from me, walking towards a room and quickly returning with a red wine glass. Handing it to me, he gestured at me to drink it. I looked at the red liquid and turned to him, “It is blood, is it not?”

He did not answer, but rather watched me as I stared at the wretched glass. The liquid was a deep red and thick as I moved it around in the glass, the scent of metal reaching my nostrils and beckoning me to drink it as opposed to my former feelings of disposing it when I was a human. The liquid substance meant nothing to me back then, but now, it was how I became who I am now. The blood of my mother landed me into the position I am in now and I cannot turn back. I am unable to return to my former life. Lifting the glass to my lips, I knew that after I drink this cup, I would not leave, even if I were able to. Parting them, the liquid filled my mouth with a bitter metal taste, but I forced it down my throat. After what seemed forever as was my life now, I finished the glass and handed it back to him. He put the glass away and pulled me into an embrace, which I voluntarily fell into, and brushed his lips against my ear, “And now, you are mine forever, Elizabeth.”

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I wrote this for an English assignment and felt like posting it.

09.23.07