Falling Into Darkness Ch. 01byElianna©
Her tears stung her eyes, and her head pounded as her blood rushed to it, the sound reverberating in her ears. She whimpered a tiny, animalistic sound of agony, muffled by the duct tape plastered across her mouth. He'd taped her wrists and ankles, too, but she'd lost sensation in her extremities hours ago. Desperately she tried to breathe through her nose, feeling as though she couldn't take in enough air, and as her abdomen bounced on his shoulder her stomach boiled in reaction to the pain. She longed to heave violently, but even the luxury of vomiting was denied her for she knew that with her mouth sealed, she'd only suffice to drown in it.
Oh God, oh God, oh GOD!
Another wave of panic overcame her as she hung helplessly. She felt her blood, moist and sticky between her legs and the throb of her sex and her ass from the brutal rape just a little earlier.
God had abandoned her hours ago. And now her captor and rapist carried her to the final dumping ground. It made sense. You don't just brutalize a girl and then leave her where she can get help, identify you, and then accuse you later. No, when you do horrid things like rape and torture you hide all evidence of indiscretion somewhere no one will ever find it. She looked around desperately, thirsting to see something; anything that would tell her what was going to happen; where she was.
When he'd driven with her locked in his trunk for what seemed hours she'd feared he was taking her out to the harbor to dump her. She'd curled in a miserable ball; hot, sweaty and stifled. The trunk reeked of something rancid, and she didn't dare imagine what he could have allowed to rot in here before. But when he'd lifted her out, blinking into the gray dawn, it smelled fresh, green and moist. The rustle of leaves in the breeze was music to ears that had only heard the bump and whirr of tires on pavement for hours. They were in a wooded area; a remote wooded area.
Every serial killer flick she'd ever seen passed before her eyes; especially the parts where they found the dead bodies buried in the forest. But he didn't have a shovel. It had made her hopeful. He'd pulled her roughly out of the trunk and threw her over his shoulder, the impact on her pelvis making her moan in pain as he handled her more like a corpse than a living, breathing woman anymore. Then he carried her for a long time, stomping through the woods breathing heavily, but saying nothing more. Finally he'd made his way into some kind of cave; some kind of abandoned mine shaft perhaps, and they walked down into the ground for a long time.
Oh GOD! He's just going to abandon me here to starve to death! Or...
She didn't allow herself to continue with the thought.
Tears filled her eyes again and she cried in misery yet again. Who wouldn't when your panties were soiled with your own blood, your arms and were legs bound, and your captor and rapist grunted but said nothing else as he carried you down a rocky hallway.
Yes. It was a hallway. It seemed like a mine shaft on the outside, but as they continued inside the floors were finished. In the dim light of his flashlight she could see peeling linoleum, concrete walls...what kind of place was this? Perhaps there were many bodies here? Bodies of the girls who'd denied him? She'd gotten the idea after his screaming and beating and raving that most women didn't refuse his attentions.
And by looking at him, you could agree. He was gorgeous; dark brown hair, beautiful blue eyes, a ruggedly handsome face. Any woman would spread her legs for him, right? Except she'd said no. She didn't have any reasons as he'd pressed her. She wasn't a lesbian, she didn't have a boyfriend. She just didn't want his company for the evening. That had been the wrong thing to say. Because she got his company; in her pussy, in her asshole, and in her mouth. His condom-covered cock had invaded every orifice on her body beating the shit out of her as he did it. Now all she could do was cry and wait for whatever he was going to do with her.
Finally he stopped. She couldn't see much hanging over his back like she was, but she didn't want to just quit caring. She closed her eyes and listened, hoping the sounds would give her an indication of what was happening. Her stomach boiled again, and she swallowed back another wave of sickness. Hanging upside down draped over his shoulder wasn't helping much with her pain and nausea. Her ears began to buzz as she felt an even thicker darkness descend upon her, the darkness of unconsciousness.
Then a beautiful sound echoed in that throbbing blackness. It was a song; a Chopin Nocturne she remembered from long ago. It had been her mother's favorite one. In such a dark time, the sweet comfort of fond memories overwhelmed her. Even as she tumbled into unconsciousness, she remembered the song, she remembered love, and she remembered the haunting melody of a time long gone. There was a creak of hinges and then her body was tossed quickly into a dark room. The door slammed shut behind her.
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She awoke lying on the floor in thick darkness. She whimpered; the only sensations were the cuts stinging her face, her throbbing body and her hearing. She tried to huddle into a ball. The chill of the ground seeped into her aching body making her even more miserable.
"You are awake," said a soft, male voice. It was strange; sensual, but weary, as though the act of living was a chore.
"Mmm," she whimpered through her gag. For a moment she rejoiced. She wasn't alone! And then she panicked. She wasn't alone.
"I would approach you," he said. "But..." there was a hesitant pause, "I do not know my own control."
She tried to huddle into a smaller ball. She doubted it would protect her. She was already tied up, it wasn't as though she could fight.
"What is your name?" he asked.
"Mmm," she moaned again through the tape across her mouth.
"Ah," he said. "You are gagged. You smell of blood and sex," he said. "You smell of fear, of pain."
She choked back a few sobs bravely.
"I am going to come near you," he said after a moment. "But I must explain. I am a vampire. I have been imprisoned in this place for a month at least, and I am greatly weakened. That is why he put you here. He thought that I would be consumed with bloodlust and I would kill you like a monster in order to replenish myself." The voice sighed. "He is partially correct. I am desperately hungry, but I am also very old. Such things are more under my control than what he thinks."
She could hear him move, his step was light, though she could hear that he took deep breaths as he approached her.
"The reason I am telling you this," he said as he drew near, "is because when I get closer to you, I will have to drink of your blood. There is no way I can resist. I can smell it on you, and it makes desire course through my veins. It has taken all of my strength to let you remain unmolested this long."
His voice was very close. She wanted to cringe away in fear, but she couldn't move; his words almost seemed to enchant her.
"It is not painful," he continued in his smooth, coaxing voice. "I promise not to drink too much. Only enough to give me some strength back."
He was right next to her and she could feel his hands upon her stroking her hair from her face gently. As if his touch released her from the strange enchantment she screeched behind her gag and tried to pull away.
"Easy," he said even as he took her in his arms and held her body with a strength that belied his weary voice.
She shook her head desperately and struggled madly whimpering her protest, her heart pounding violently, her eyes filling with tears yet again.
"Shh," he said gently. "I promise I will not hurt you." He held her head still with her hands even as she panted in terror. "Do not move," he said in a commanding voice.
At that command it seemed her will to fight left her and she no longer struggled against him. The command didn't keep her from choking another sob as she felt his warm breath near her neck though. Suddenly there was a sharp pain and a wetness against her throat as his mouth latched on her neck right over her jugular.
For a moment her eyes widened in panic realizing that he was feeding, but then they closed in pleasure and her body relaxed. It was euphoric. Her body quivered in enjoyment as he drank. It wasn't the bloody atrocity they showed so much on the TV shows where the vampire ended up ripping out a person's throat, but almost like good love-making. She whimpered a little, her body relaxing and submitting to his feed. She could feel a terrible drain, but it wasn't painful. In fact; it was strangely sensual. His mouth was pressed against her throat, and he held her body close to his almost cradling her. Finally he licked the wound at her neck closing it completely and sending a shiver down her spine, then he let out a quivering sigh.
"Thank you, child," he said holding her close to him still. His voice was stronger now. It was melodious, even more sensual than before.
Gently he picked at the duct tape on her mouth and peeled it away slowly. Despite his tenderness, it tore open the bruises and cuts on her mouth from her captor's abuse and she felt the coppery taste of her own blood in her mouth again.
"Are you all right?" he asked her.
"No," she wailed.
"Forgive me, child." His fingers touched her face. "If I drank more I would be able to see you," he explained. "But I did not wish to harm you," he paused, "and you were so brave," he added gently.
He ran his hands across her body noting her arms taped behind her back. Blindly he worked at the tape peeling it away from her wrists until she whimpered as he finally pulled it from her skin. He took her hands and touched her fingers making her wince for the circulation had been cut off for a long time.
"I know it's painful, but wiggle your fingers," he coaxed.
She did as he commanded.
"Good girl," he said. "Are your feet bound, too?"
"Yes," she replied.
"I will remove your binds," he said. "I can tell from the coolness of your fingertips that you cannot feel them yet, or perhaps you feel them too much." He then picked at the tape around her ankles until he'd removed it. "There, child," he said. "At least now you are not bound."
"Where am I?" she asked quietly as she rubbed her wrists. They were sticky from the tape and sore from how much she'd pulled on them.
"I believe that this is some old laboratory in the forest," he replied. "This room is not a natural cave. It is sealed with a keypad, though try as I might I have not been able to crack the code."
"Why am I here?" she asked.
"I was hoping you could tell me," he said. "I did not expect you to be brought here. I am sure it was not to keep me alive. Rather I think it was to kill you. Why would he wish to do this?"
She shivered. "He raped me," she said trying to be calm about it. "I was sitting at a café reading and he walked by and started talking to me. He asked me to go with him to dinner but I refused. He kept pressing the matter, and I didn't think anything of it. I left the café a little later, but a car pulled up beside me and someone grabbed me and threw me inside. It was him. He spent the entire night..." she paused and buried her head in her hands sobbing. "Oh God!" she wailed.
He took her in his arms and drew her close holding what felt like a lithe, delicate body in his arms as she sobbed brokenly. He ran his fingers through long, tangled hair, petting her comfortingly. "So he dumped you here to destroy the evidence," he said when she had finally settled a little.
"I guess so," she said through her tears. "There is plenty of evidence on my body," she said shuddering.
"Do not be ashamed, child," he said gently. "That has been the way of men for centuries. Women have always been the spoils of war, and men have raped and brutalized them when they should respect and protect them."
"Who are you?" she asked.
"My name is..." he paused thoughtfully for a moment and then he sighed. It was almost a hopeless sound. "My name is Cael," he said. "That is my true name. You are one of the few alive who know it, for vampires keep this knowledge hidden. In today's time, though, I am called Alexander, Alexander LeGaulle."
"My name is Anna," she said. "Actually it's Elianna, but everyone just calls me Anna. It's Elianna Kennan."
"It's a pleasure to meet you, Anna," he said.
"I never believed in vampires," she said.
"Do you now?" he asked.
"We do not usually reveal ourselves to humans these days," he admitted. "They have gained power through technology and they would put vampires in one of their labs prodding and poking us trying to learn the science behind our power."
"Is all the stuff they say about vampires true?" she asked. For some reason she didn't want him to stop talking to her. His voice was comforting her, and taking away the horror from her last eighteen hours.
"Mostly not," he admitted. "But my people have no desire to refute it. The more fantastic your stories become, the less-likely they are to be believed."
"Does sunlight kill you?"
"Eventually the prolonged exposure to sunlight can kill us," he admitted. "If I were to walk out into the sunlight in my weakened state, I would not last long. But when I am feeding regularly and am back to my normal strength, I am very much like a human."
"Will you tell me about vampires?" she asked quietly. "I never believed in you, but you just drank my blood a few minutes ago and now my neck is sore."
"Your neck is sore?" he asked his voice concerned. He ran his finger across the place he'd drunk sending another shiver down her spine. "It is not supposed to hurt you."
She laughed bitterly. "I suppose everything is sore. If you saw me in the light I'm probably covered with bruises. My body marks easily, though doctors say nothing is wrong with me. When I was little, my teachers reported my parents twice, because if you just grab me harder than normal I bruise. They usually fade quickly, too, though."
"Forgive me," he said. "I did not wish to bring you any more harm. I will answer all your questions," he replied. "You are stuck with me as your cell mate. You must know what to expect from me."
"What all that stuff about holy water, crosses, stakes through the heart, turning to dust when you die... you know the stuff the show on TV."
He sniffed. "This is what they show on television about vampires?"
She laughed a little. "There were a lot of shows about vampires about a decade ago."
He laughed. "Humankind goes through cycles of fascination like that. I find their perceptions amusing and thankfully far off base," he mused thoughtfully. "Let's see, what would you think? The effects of Christianity have no power over us. We are older than Christianity. I was created beforehand, and was alive during the time Christ was walking the earth, but in Greece and not in Israel. We do not turn to dust, but simply dead corpses like humans. Some people say we are the 'undead' but that is a misnomer. I have never died. I was turned long ago by another vampire. You are right, though. Anything through the heart will kill us, as will prolonged exposure to sun light. We are creatures of the night."
"Can you fly?" she asked.
"No," he admitted chuckling a little, "I wish. But I have power over the minds of humans, though in my weakened state, I daren't use it. I can also move very quickly; a blur of movement to your eyes if you saw me at all. I have other magic, too, when I am feeding regularly, and usually I am a creature to be reckoned with among my kind."
"What's going to happen to me?" she asked quietly.
"I do not know, Anna," he said sadly. "I fear that we will both die in this place. In five to ten days, judging by your slenderness and that you were brutalized before you were disposed of here you will probably die from lack of water. Then I will be alone once again, except of course I shall be accompanied by the smell of your body decomposing."
"That's disgusting," she snapped angrily.
"Yes," he admitted. "But it is also reality, I fear."
"I don't want to die, yet," she said.
"I am sorry, child," he said.
"Cael," she whispered. "I'm so tired."
"Yes," he agreed. "It is the loss of blood and probably your torture from last night. I'm sorry the floor of this place is not more comfortable. If you like I can hold you while you sleep."
"Won't you be tempted to have another..." she paused not knowing a delicate word for sucking her blood.
"No," he replied. "You have satiated my need for the moment." He sighed. "Believe it or not, Anna, your presence comforts me a little too. I have been here a month waiting to die. It is nice to hear a kindly voice after all this time."
"Okay," she said. "You can hold me when I sleep." He sighed and leaned against the door holding the warm girl against his body letting her sleep.
~ This is my first foray into posting anything. I know it doesn't have any sex yet. It's coming up in a few chapters... if you like this. Feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks. ~