Deep Dark (working title)

A story by Anneli Sørensen

© Anneli Sørensen 2010

Fenrir looked stunned then started to look at me with a  face. «Richard? Who's he? And why did he tell you this?» I took a symbolic deep breath, as I don't breathe anymore, and told him about the encounter and the following time after. «Fenrir, I'm no longer human, I have become a vampire as it's the only way to have a fighting chance against this thing. Sure it was against my will and I was scared as fuck when it happened but this feel like what was supposed to happen.» 
 

I looked my brother in the eyes to gauge his reaction. His face had gone pale and his eyes had gotten that fight or flight look that animals got when confronted with a predator. Remaining still and silent as to not startle him any further while he formed his final reaction. He flew up out of his chair and started to pace in front of me like a caged and cornered animal all the while keeping me in the corner of his eye like he was expecting me to go into a bloodfrenzy or something. «WHAT?!?!» he shouted as he stopped pacing and was facing me once again. «How could you let that happen?? You're insane!» «I did not let it happen! I was ambushed going to The Wolf's Den and after that I was led to Richard's mansion right after and if you'd seen this guy and how strong and ferocious he is you would not dare disobey him. And there I went through my change, my first feeding and my education about my new existence. I had no choice! It was die or become this!» I stared at him and saw he'd calmed down a little but not much. «Look, I'm not regretting anything but the fact I can no longer breed or be out during the day» «But you must feed on humans!» Fenrir said with a air of disgust in his voice. «Can you really say that don't bother you?» «Not really, as it is the only food I can have. And is it really that more wrong than eating any other of the animals out there?» Pointing in the general direction of outside. Fenrir could not be more stunned at my frank statement and he sunk back into the chair he'd vacated with his face in his hands. And there we were, brothers yet not of the same species anymore. 
 

I decided not to say anymore as my brother had enough to deal with this revelation without me trying to feed more of the grueling parts of the last month and a half of my undead existence. He finished his beer after about 15 minutes of silence, he got up and started to head out to the hallway then turned back. «You're still my brother even if you're dead, you'll be so to the day I die.» then he walked out.

  

Deep Dark (working title)

A story by Anneli Sørensen

© Anneli Sørensen 2010

I went downstairs and Richard stood in the doorway of the kitchen across from the sitting room, he waved me over and I followed him in. I found it strange he hadn't converted the room as he had no need for a kitchen. I guessed he found it usefull for something. We spent the rest of the night talking. He was filling me in on things I needed to know to remain on this earth. The obvious stuff I knew already; sun, stakes and fire. He told that silver was the only way of binding us. Silver I though.. Wasn't that for killing werewolves? As if he read my mind he said it was a falsehood spreed by the vampires of old to protect them. He said I should keep the cottage for now which I agreed upon and left me a sort of blueprint to create my own hiding place for my daysleeping. We finished of our conversation and I decided to go and start making my place a vampire's lair.

I stayed at Richard's mansion during the days while I was doing the remodeling in my cottage. The work took about a month as I had to create a sort of cellar beneath my bedroom and I could only get the needed material during the cover of the night.

 

 I was staying mostly in my cottage for the next couple of weeks after the my day sleep cellar was done. I'd gotten rid of most of the food in the house but kept some incase someone came over (I was still not quite ready to come out as it were). I'd constructed light tight shutters for my windows on the inside and I'd tinted the one on my front door, to avoid getting singed if the sun came on too early. I was sitting in my den one late night just reading when there was a knock at the door, I was expecting it to be Richard. Went out to the entrance and opened it, it was my brother Fenrir, he was 6' tall, with green eyes, dark shoulder lenght hair with bangs hanging to the eyes each side of his face. He was slightly bulkier than me and wearing worn jeans, a workers longsleeved undershirt, a flannel shirt and heavy workboots. Considering it was mid september it made sense and he'd always worn stuff like it. I was a little surprised to see him seeing as he'd been away to Norway to visit with one of our relatives. «Hey Marcus! How are you?» he said and stepped in, and gave me a quick hug. «I'm good considering everything» I replied «What brings you here so late?» «Can't a brother come see his brother?» he said with a sly smile. «no really, what brings me here is what I learned in Norway about what attacked you. I believe it's called Kresht.» I stared at him with what must have been a slack-jawed expression. «What?!» «How the hell do you know what is was? You weren't there.» Fenrir looked at me with that look he always gave me when I questioned what he knew. «No I wasn't but I sure as hell know what it was! The way you told me how you felt and how long it took you to get well after that incident, I mean fuck, almost two full months to recover from an attack! You have had your share of stupid accidents including that total car wrecking crash you had when you were twenty, which you took a week to recover from. A week!» I'd lead him to the sitting room during his monologue and fetched him a beer. «And I saw your scars that day you came home after that.» He continued, «I have found that it's been after our familiy for centuries. Though no one has ever seen this bugger but all the info I've gathered points to a smallish, wickedly strong creature, I don't know why it's been doing that nor why our family but I sure as hell thinks it's not over! And how the fuck do you know what it is??» I was sitting across from him staring at him and then at the floor. «Richard whom I met about a month and a half ago told me.» 

 

Deep Dark (working title)

A story by Anneli Sørensen

© Anneli Sørensen 2010

«My name is Richard» said the vampire after a moment of silence. He proceeded to provide the details about my attack. The beast as he saw it was a kresht, an ancient being that had roamed the earth but very very rarely was evident to exist, but had attacked me viciously in that forest about two months ago. According to Richard it was not a large creature but insanely strong. But he could not tell me what it looked like as he'd never seen it nor had any of his friends over the centuries. He suspected I'd been hunted by this thing for a long time and he was of the conviction that it still was. The why he didn't know but he seemed very intent on finding out and also protect me. I was astounded. A vampire caring about a human at all..
«You'll be sick for the next couple of days» he told me. «Your body is adjusting to the new you.» The new me? What the hell did he mean by that? «The new me??!» I exclaimed. Once again the night had thrown me a new fright. «Marcus... You're becoming a vampire yourself. As a human you're too weak to survive another bout with the kresht, and you are part of something bigger»

 

 I spent the next two days at Richards house suffering through this transition from alive to dead, but I felt myself growing stronger and faster. I knew my life as a daywalker was over but I truly didn't mind. I'd been stoved away in the basement of the mansion to avoid getting hit with sunlight and to have privacy during the change. Richard had been down there every so often to see if everything was going right, as he had told me not all vampire turnings went well. I got up on the third night and went upstairs where Richard was sitting in the large sitting room reading. I was starving and I knew my only food source now was blood. That should have freaked me out but it didn't. Richard looked up at me and got up to meet me and led me upstairs where he'd procured my first meal. A young guy, I'd guess about 18 years old, was chained to a bed. The guy screamed in terror as he now realized he was to die. I was too starved to care and I launched at him and my fangs came out and I sunk my teeth into his neck puncturing the jugular vein, the boy's scream diminished with his blood loss, and I drank him until I felt his heart barely beating. I stared at him laying there taking his last breaths and I closed his eyes and got off the bed. Richard was smiling and led me to another room where he'd layed out some clothes he'd been at my cottage to fetch. 

 

 I had a warm bath and shaved myself a little, put on my clothes and looked at myself in the wall mounted mirror. I was about 6'4 with a good physique, I had almost black hair shortish with small sideburns and a goatee, my eyes were hazelnut shell coloured. My skin was less pale than Richard's. I wore my blue jeans, a black dress shirt and a black yet simple leather jacket. My human life ended at age 35 and I was pleased with my looks at this age and feeling slightly superior thinking I'd never age. 

 

  

Deep Dark (working title)

A story by Anneli Sørensen

© Anneli Sørensen 2010

CHAPTER 1
 

  It's cold and pitch black, I can't feel anything but the smell of mold and dirt. I find myself laying face down and can barely breathe and I can't move. There's the faint sound of creatures moving somewhere in the distance. The air was still and dank, adding to the cold and my mind was filled with questions; «What had happened?», «How did I get here?» and «Who am I?» before slipping into unconsiouness.

 
 A wolf comes into a small clearing in the woods, it's a gray wolf with a darkend colour running like a river from the forehead to the tail and amber eyes. It has been following a scent for almost a day and it had led him here to this spot. There was something laying here and the wolf was sniffing the aera round it before carefully approaching it. Then let out long howls calling his pack to come, he had found what he'd been searching for! 

 I wake up again and find myself on my back, now hurting all over but no longer cold. Carefully and slow I move my right arm and feel around, all I can feel is fur. I blink a few times trying to focus my sight, and above me staring down at me are two amber eyes. My eyes are looking around, there are wolves laying in a bundle all around me and on top of me. «Why are they here?» «Where do they come from?» The mind was full of questions.. My eyes go back to the amber eyed wolf which is still standing above my head and reach my arm up to it, the wolf bows it's head down to meet it. I gently stroke his face and thank him. He had saved me from freezing to death, somehow.

 The amber eyed wolf refused to leave my side while the others had moved on to roam the forests. He did at times go off with the pack to hunt and keep his alpha status within it. 

 I never attempted to keep him at my side, he just did. I called him Rav which is the norwegian word for amber. I just thought it fit him well. I had lived with him while recouping from my injuries., which I still didn't know how I'd gotten nor how I'd ended up there. 

 A couple months has passed, And I'm now come home and fully recovered, yet still uncertain what had led up to me ending up in that predicament and my run in with Rav's pack My name is Marcus Castiel and I live in a cottage in a village in the north of England. My family on my father's side stems from Norway and they took pride in preserving the language , hence my name for the wolf. My mother's side were of celtic decent, so the family history was rooted over a 1000 years back. I was the oldest of my parent's offspring, With my younger brother Fenrir and sister Sarah. We grew up tending to our small land and I worked the local pub «The Wolf's Den» . And so our lives went by until it was time to set up our own indepentant lives.

  I ventured out one night to visit «The Wolf's Den» to see old friends and just relax with a few pints and have some jollies. I strolled the half mile from my cot to the pub, and while I was walking I thought I saw a shadow on the side of the road just outside the visible light. That filled me with unease and I slid my hand down to the hilt of my dagger on my belt. The pace quickend a little and I felt a strange chill going through my spine. I was forced to go through a small patch of trees to get to the pub and I felt this presence close to me. There was a faint whoosh and some russle of the foliage, and a force hit me and I was on my back before I even knew that I was struck. My dagger shot out and hit something that felt like flesh but not quite. A almost unheard grunt came from my assailant and my dagger was forced out of my hand with a inhuman strength, which in turn was jabbed though my left hand grounding me to a tree stump. My right hand desperatly tried to hold my attacker at bay, such a futile venture.. The creature was on top of me and I could feel it's breath on my face, then like lightning it sunk fangs into my neck and I felt my blood drain and my life ebb away. I was terrified beyond belief as I felt my heartbeat grow slower and fainter inside my chest. I was being consumed and there wasn't a thing I could do to resist it. My last flash was that of Rav in my mind, and at that moment the creature stopped and I felt it's hand grab my head and partially hoist me up. It forced my mouth to a deep slit in his throat and the blood flowed into my mouth and I gagged but the creature forced me to drink it, I could feel my body gaining strength yet I felt vastly different than before. I felt ravneous and at this point I was drinking with vigour, then the creature forced my head away and spoke. «That's enough!» «Marcus, come with me now!» How the hell did it know my name? 

  I was lead to a small mansion not far from where I lived by what I'd deduced was a vampire, and told to sit down in one of the larger sitting rooms. I was still terrified and dared not disobey him. He disappeard upstairs for a while and when he came back he was wearing black pants, a subdued blue dress shirt and a simple dark brown leather jacket. He was about 6'3, with dark brown hair that was a little ruffled, blue eye and a distinct pale skin colour. «You no doubt have questions.» He said in a dark and accented voice, that sounded like a century passed through along with the words. I was feeling very ill and just lay down because I could't stay upright anymore. He came over to sit in the chair across from the sofa I was laying on. He wasn't quite what I'd pictured when I'd imagined a vampire to be, not that I had a frame of refrence apart from the B and C Movies and the occational book I'd read. «You are wondering how I know who you are» I was looking at him with fear and anticpation. «yes..» I said weakly. «I have been tracking you down since that incident in the forest. That wolf with the river pattern and the amber eyes did a good job hiding you from me.» I was startled. Rav had hid me from this vampire? Why? And how could Rav know to hide me?  

«I am not the one to be feared.» Said the vampire. «The creature that attacked you is. That almost killed you..» I was now no longer shocked, I listened keenly. This vampire knew what had happened to me out there in that forest and I had a massive blank hole in my memory from that event. I needed to know what had come to pass.

 

Deep Dark (working title) 
 A story by Anneli Sørensen
© Anneli Sørensen 2010

It's cold and pitch black, I can't feel anything but the smell of mold and dirt. I find myself laying face down and can barely breathe and I  can't move. There's the faint sound of creatures moving somewhere in the distance. The air was still and dank, adding to the cold and my  mind was filled with questions; «What had happened?», «How did I get here?» and «Who am I?» before slipping into unconsiounes  

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