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Build the Moon Ch. 01

By: dollfacedpandalover



"You really thought you could get away from me didn't you?" His hot breath tickled my ear lobe.

Sweat dripped down my face. My eyes slowly started to tear up. I heard him draw in a deep breath through his nose. I swear he could smell my fear. His grip tightened around me. Ice crept through my veins.

"N-no." I whispered.

His arm wrapped around my throat, my chin fitting perfectly in the crook of his elbow. It felt like this is the way it was supposed to be. A play pre-written by fate. A play ending with the action of all the threats he had given me. I hope fate had a good laugh at my life, cause I sure didn't. NO! It couldn't end this way. I got away from him once. I could do it again. Even if I spent my whole life running I didn't care. I would not die. Not tonight.

My elbow caught him square in the groin. He doubled over and I took my chance. I stepped on his foot for added measure and bolted for the door. It opened with a bang. The wind whipped at my face as I ran. Fog shrouded the graveyard I was heading for.

"Come back here you stupid bitch!"

I had the urge to yell back, but I knew it would cost me. Mother always told me I had a mouth on me. I clambered over the gate. A sharp pain jolted through my leg. She also told me I was clumsy as hell. Blood swelled from the small wound, but I ignored it the best I could and kept running. A large gloomy looking mausoleum loomed in front of me. I dashed to it and tried to open on the door. I noticed the bolt too late.

"Shit." I kicked the door hoping it would give. Instead I bashed my toes.

I heard his footsteps drawing closer to where I was. I crawled to the back of the mausoleum and pressed my back to the wall.

"Come out girly. We aren't over. You owe me a lot for running away and leaving me bankrupt. Is this the thanks I get for taking care of you when that stupid cunt of a mother died. "

I held my breath and listened to him trudge through the graveyard. My ears strained to hear his footsteps as they moved farther and farther away from me. Now that I was in the clear at the moment I had to find help. I knew Tam would help me in a heartbeat. My only problem was how do I get to her place fast enough and without attracting his attention.

When I was sure he had gone from the graveyard I snuck out from behind the mausoleum. I knew her house was close to the bar and I would have to go through the far right gate to get on the path to her place. I moved slowly. Creeping behind tombstones without making any noise. Too bad I wasn't concentrating on his footsteps.

I felt his foot connect with the back of my knee. My face hit the dirt first. The rancid muck filled my mouth and scraped a good amount of skin from my face. I spit out what I could and rolled over. He leered at me. His knuckles cracked loudly in the silence of the night. I knew this beating would be worse than the others. At this point I would be lucky to be alive when he had finished venting in the form of violent kicks and punches. The second blow landed in my stomach. I made a small noise in my throat. My stomach swirled in madness and worked its way up my esophagus. Everything I had eaten and even things I hadn't came up. I saw blood swirled in the mess. His fingers grabbed at my hair pulling me up till i was on my knees. He spit on me.

"I hope you scream good bitch. No one is going to hear you out here."

I watched him unzip his pants. I thrashed back and forth causing him to lose his grip. He growled at me. I kicked out at him. I yelled and screamed at myself to run, but my body wouldn't respond. His fist landed on my nose. The bone shattered with a deafening crack. Blood rushed down my face joining forces with the spittle and vomit. I landed on my stomach and tried to crawl away. He quickly grabbed my legs and hauled me back over to him. More skin was lost on my arms and legs. Dirt gathered under my nails as I tried to crawl away. I screamed over and over again. My throat becoming sore and raw in an instant. 

He was right no one was going to save me. I was going to die tonight whether I liked it or not.

I heard his pants fall. I didn't want to watch. I didn't want to let myself know it was real. One last sob rose from my throat as I buried my face in the dirt. When I woke up I would be staring at the scene. A ghost, an essence staring at the girl laying in the dirt. Her dress muddy and torn. Her panties ripped and discarded beside her. Police surrounding her. Putting up that police tape and shaking their heads all the time wondering what kind of person would do this to some poor girl. A coroner would come and swab her. Finding bodily fluids and minute traces of semen. Poor girl the coroner would think and put her on a gurney to be cut open and examined.

But, as fate would have it, nothing happened. I couldn't even feel him behind me anymore. I turned over and slowly sat up. He lay at an awkward angle. His neck violently snapped to the right of him. What I saw next was even more disturbing. 

A man. A beautiful, haunting man with his face buried in my fathers neck. I heard slurping noises and gasped. He looked up at me. His perfect mouth rimmed with blood. His violet eyes stared right through me. He reminded me of an ethereal figure. A production of Raphael himself. His tall lithe body unfolded and he towered over me. He reminded me of a panther. Beautiful, but swift and fierce. Nature's perfect killer.

I was afraid. No, beyond afraid. I was downright terrified. He kneeled in front of me. His cold fingers probing my face. I couldn't move. His eyes held me completely still.

"Please don't kill me." I whispered.

"Why would I save you from one death to give you another." His voice rang out soothing every muscle in my body.

I knew he was working some kind of spell on me. My mind screamed to be shut down and my eyes drooped from drowsiness. I wanted to tell him something before the blackness took me over. My lips tried to form the words with no success. He leaned closer and I finally managed to find my voice.

"Thank you."

Before I was lost to unconsciousness I saw the slightest bit of surprise in his gaze.

Build the Moon Ch. 02



I knew I had brief moments of consciousness, but for the most part I was shrouded from reality. Snatches of what happened came to me. They never stayed. My mind put up all of it's defenses to keep me from remembering. Unfortunately, something so traumatic would never leave me. I wanted to wake up. I knew I wasn't home or any place I knew of. I knew a strange man had saved my life. And I knew he was never far from me. Sure my mind threw the word "Vampire" at me, oh, about a hundred times. 

Rationally, I knew vampires didn't exist. They were a figment of Bram Stoker's imagination. However, in the current state I'm in I don't think rational applies to me. I pushed at my mind to let me out. Every run head on into a brick wall? Well, that's exactly how it felt. Pushing against a brick wall until I was too tired and then there went my brief moment of consciousness. Hopefully, I would wake up soon and only hours would have passed. But, I never have such luck. My eyes cracked open and I adjusted to the light pouring into my mind. Refreshing and lightening my head. A small moan escaped my lips and I tilted my head to the side. I'm not sure if it was the blood pumping into my arm or the needle that made me feel queasy. I pulled a face and reached for the needle to take it out. A cool hand covered mind.

"No."

I stared up into the eyes of my savior and pouted. Yes. I pouted. A laugh rumbled deep in his chest. His eyes shone with amusement.

"You need my blood to heal. I couldn't give it to you by mouth because you would have choked. So, this is the next best option."

I glared at him, a puny human glare at that. "I don't recall giving you permission to give me any of your blood. What if you have a disease."

"It's either that or you would have died. Besides, I'm sure you know vampires cannot contract disease."

I groaned. "Ugh. Vampires."

He smiled. "Well surely you should have come to the conclusion being asleep so long."

"I tried not to. Vampires are wet dreams for the goths and weird people."

"Ouch. You know I think that actually hurt a little. Besides, a girl who sees things and is stark naked in a vampire's bed shouldn't call others weird."

My head whipped around so fast I think I got a brief flash of whiplash. I ignored the naked part for a moment knowing full well it would catch up with me later.

"How did you know about that?"

He leaned close. "Do you know how much a hunter would pay to get a hold of a gift like yours. Way up in the thousands last time I heard."

"Hunters?"

He nodded. "They hunt supes. Try to drain them and use their gifts. So far they have been unsuccessful, but they never stop trying. I'm sure you would bring a pretty penny. Not only is your gift very profitable but, your ample bosom and trim waist would appeal to them as well. Ah, how I love barbarians."

I paled, my fingers clenching the blankets "You wouldn't?"

He leaned back his eyes devouring my covered body hungrily. "I haven't quite decided yet. Whether to sell you or keep you for my own."

"Keep me? I am not a prize. You can't just keep me like a trophy." I sat up, despite the ache throughout my body.

"I can you see? I saved you, so you are in my debt. Also, you know my secret. I only have a few options. Sell you, keep you, or kill you. Your choice."

I mulled it over in my head. My best option, of course, would let him keep me. I hated the very thought. He was vampire, so naturally I would end up his slave. Probably forced to have sex with him and let him drink my blood. My body went wild at the thought of sex before I quickly damped it down. My second best option was to let him kill me. It would be wonderful means to an end. I would be free from everything. But, I fought so hard throughout my life to stay alive. Would I give that up because of some stupid vampire? I squared my shoulders. Absolutely not.

"I have conditions."

I could tell from the corner of my eye he wanted to laugh. "Do tell."

"You will not treat me like I'm your bitch. You keeps your hands to yourself and your mind for that matter. I will not cook and clean for you, I am not your wife. I like being outside and refuse to stay indoors all day. I am a human and therefore require three square meals a day. I will cook my own as long as groceries are provided for me."

His pink tongue darted out from between his lips and I nearly became a wet puddle at his feet begging to be touched. If you hadn't guessed by now it has been a very long time since I have had sex.

"Yes." I breathed slow waiting for his reaction.

"Very well. Groceries and necessities will be provided. As for cooking and cleaning, I have a staff. There is a library, a pool, and a television. Anything else you require can be told to me and I will see what can be done. You will have your own room in the east wing. However, the west wing and basement are strictly off limits. You may go outside, but you may not leave the grounds. Are we clear?"

"Yes." I admit I was relieved.

"I'm so glad. Any breaking of my rules and I will have to kill you. Just so you know. Now, it is close to dawn and I must take my leave." He reached over my "ample" breasts, as he had put it and pulled the needle from my arm gently, "Don't get used to this. I do not give free blood to mortals."

"So I see." I said sarcastically, "I suppose this blood comes with a price I will not want to pay."

He smirked as he pulled his arm away casually brushing his fingers against my breasts. My hard nipples gave away what I was really feeling at the moment. Heat flooded my cheeks and I looked away. I would not give in, he was trained to reduce women to blathering idiots and I refused to be one of them. However, I stopped thinking once I felt his lips on my hair.

"I want you to sleep some more. You are still not well." He murmured softly, his lips brushing against my earlobe making me shiver again.

"I don't want to sleep anymore." I complained.

He stared into my eyes. His eyes shifting from a deep violet to a deep aqua blue. "You will sleep." 

My eyes drifted closed and my breathing evened out. I could have sworn as soon as I relaxed I felt his hand cup my breast. "Nong oth thaht" I meant to say none of that but, the sandman had a hold of me.

The last thing I heard was his laugh.



Build the Moon Ch. 03



I sat underneath the shedding tree and bit graciously into my apple. The leaves fell around me creating a somewhat colorful circle. The reds, oranges and yellows were pleasing to my eyes and made me think of when my mother used to take me to the park and teach me colors and shapes. That was a distant past. A small nagging thought that crawled its way into the front of my brain, reminding me why I am in so much pain.I stretched out my legs, pushing the leaves out of my way and sighed deeply. It had been a few days since the run in with my father. I hadn't seen my so called "Master" lately. He kept to himself. Sometimes when I lie awake at night replaying memories in my head, I can hear him pacing heavily outside my door. He was a vampire, so I knew he was capable of not being detected by my ears but, it was if he wanted me to hear him.

Sometimes I would uncover myself of all fabrics and lay naked as if waiting for him to take me. The moon would shine on my stomach, highlighting my breast but, leaving my sex in shadow. My eyes would close and my breathing would become shallow as I imagined his hands roaming my soft skin, molding my curves. His luscious pink tongue lapping at me as if I was the blood he needed to live on. And every night, when I finally eased my fingers in between my legs, I would hear him stomp down the hallway as if putting distance between us would stop the tense desire between us.



"Um, miss?' A tiny voice called out to my left.

I turned towards the sound and smiled gently. Teeta stood in the doorway of the kitchen entrance her head bowed in respect. The girl was soft spoken but, cared for me the most when I was weak. I had developed somewhat of a soft spot for her. I wondered how such a sweet young girl could get herself in this mess.

I let my eyes wander over her a moment. I had never really been curious about women but, if I was, Teeta would be more than enough woman for me. She always dressed in a black frock hiding her small pear shaped figure. Her breasts were not huge but, still very shapely. She was short and sweet. You could tell from looking at her that she didn't value herself much. 

"A storm is rolling in fast. I wouldn't want you to get swept up in the high winds." her cajun accent rolled off her tongue like she was the only one who could speak it so poetically.

She was right. I noticed the dark, menacing clouds rolling in from the south promising, dangerous lightening and monsoon like rain. I could already hear the wind howling, like an angry god preparing to rain down hell. Teeta walked towards me and offered her hand. Her gentle hands clasped mine and pulled me to my feet. I would have to remember that she is stronger than she looks. The leaves swirled around my feet, dancing as if to hypnotize me to stay. I walked beside Teeta into the kitchen and closed the door behind me shutting out the storm. The savory smells of chicken rochambeau attacked my senses, making my mouth water. I reached for a piece of french bread when I felt Miss Lindy's spatula come across my knuckles.

"You wait until I get it to the table child. You ain't a hungry barbarian girl." she chastised, wagging her finger at me gently.

I pouted softly, earning a chuckle from this grandmotherly figure. She was an older woman who had inherited the cooking duties of this household from her mother and grandmother and so on. She was born into this form of slavery and even though I hated it, I was glad she was around. Miss Lindy always knew how to make a horrible day seem good through her wisdom and her comfort food. She was a sort of therapist for me in dealing with my ordeal.

I sat down on one of the stools in the kitchen. "Have you seen him today?" I asked nonchalantly, pretending not to care.

Miss Lindy smiled softly, setting up a plate for me. "For someone who despises him you sure have asked about his whereabouts for the past few days."

I shrugged, picking at my dress. "I just want to know I'm not imagining everything. Hell knowing his name would be nice instead of referring to him as...well...him."

Miss Lindy clucked her tongue against the roof of her mouth and handed me a plate. "Answers will come in time."

"Although what he has done is for you already is a mystery to us." Teeta spoke up leveling her gaze with mine.

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Why?"

Miss Lindy gave Teeta a warning glare, "That is not for us to tell."

I looked back and forth between them. "What are you talking about?"

Miss Lindy pursed her lips, debating whether or not to say anything. After a few minutes of awkward silence she finally sighed in defeat. "Master has never brought someone home, taken care of someone, nor offered them a place to stay."

I mulled this over in my head for a few minutes. I tried not to let it mean anything to me. It probably didn't anyway. He was a vampire. A heartless, hungry creature that would devour me as soon as I showed a sign of weakness for him. I looked up from my thoughts noticing, Miss Lindy and Teeta looking at me, expecting my reaction. I let out a long breath.

"Oh." I replied and dug into my food so I wasn't required to speak anymore.

Miss Lindy gave me a knowing look and turned back to the food, putting away the leftovers. I ate in silence, trying not to get lost in my own thoughts. The wind picked up, whipping around the house. We looked around, fear somehow burrowing in our hearts. The storm was going to be fierce and somehow I knew it was going to be a pivotal point for me. I just didn't know how.