Torture, a short story by DawailaP. Date added: 2010-11-20. Times viewed: 873.
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- Intro: A short story about a vampire/witch's torture and death
Tentatively Damon helped Samantha rid her winter coat and dress of the snow. I watched in disgust. The love and joy his eyes contained as she turned round and pecked him on the cheek, to put it simply… It made me want to vomit. The girls taste was more than questionable. Yes, I do mostly mean her being with Damon, but also her taste in clothes.
Her dress was bright green with red bobbles at the neck and hem. Yes, it’s Christmas but where do you draw the line? I chuckled silently as I approached the house. This would be simple, easy, everything would run smoothly. As smooth as velvet I told myself.
“Don’t do anything to attract attention.” I smiled at the male voice.
“You came?” Stupid question. “I mean obviously you came, but, you’ll help me?”
“Yes, you need me here, I don’t trust my brother.” I nodded as the door opened for me.
I stood in surprise and delight as Jake ushered me inside. I grinned as I hung my coat in the cloakroom and rejoined Jake. His grin was almost as wide as mine. We were really going to do this. After almost a century of our ancestor’s planning, Damon would die. Ha! Not quite.
The demon inside of Damon would die. I was key to that. I smiled knowingly as Shane and Jake hooked their arms on either side of me. It was hard for people to keep their eyes off me, and didn’t I know it. Any reflection I passed I realised I was incredibly attractive.
When you’re immortal you become rather self obsessed. In my many centuries of life or rather undeath. I’ve been the object of may men’s desires. I rather liked the attention, for a time. I soon realised such attention was to be wary around. I could not dress up without the possibility of rape presenting itself.
My life has not been a happy one, but my undeath was even less happy. I did not realise the strength I possessed until I’d been abused many times. No one could teach me about my strength, so no one could stop the series of events.
Damon was the cause of my unhappiness. I fell in love with him. A foolish child I was! Falling in love with a type like him. I should have feared him, not stalked him with romantic interest and intent! On the eve of my fourteenth birthday my father promised me to him. Oh, the delight I felt. It was short lived. As is all happiness, I’ve learned.
Damon bed me that night, I did not know what to feel. Was I overjoyed? Was I saddened? Disgusted? No, I was void of all emotion. How could that be?
I was not myself, Damon had compelled me. Ugh, such tricks should not be possible! He took my virginity, my innocence and I could feel no emotion! Could not strike back.
He compelled me to feel happiness, to bare children, not his but bastard children. I still felt happiness, though I was a whore. Even thinking of it now tears well into my eyes. How can I relive such memories at this time? I bore five children. Marie, Edward, François, Elizabeth, and the youngest, Leonardo. All named after their fathers, except for the girls whom I got to name. Oh, thank you Damon!
After I bore the children I was sixteen. With the girls being twins. I adored them! We spent every hour together, every hour I did not have to spend with Damon anyhow. He was the slave driver and I was his slave.
He killed me three months after our youngest turned one. I awoke feeling different a sharp pain in my neck. And that is when the torture began.
I don’t usually delve into my past but Damon is a huge part of it. It’s hard not to.
“What name do you go by?” Jake whispered knowingly. I smiled.
“Erin, Erin West.”
“Beautiful name as always.” He kissed my cheek and I felt myself blush.
“We’re not here to flatter a witch, we’re simply here to carry out a plan which took centuries to perfect and would take mere seconds to destroy.” Shane growled.
“Shane, Shane, Shane. So cynical.” I muttered.
I left them at the bottom of the staircase and made my way up stopping at the balcony. Damon’s eye caught me but I ignored-pretended to-it and entered a small room. I’d already put the necessary enchantments on it. This would be swift hopefully.
“Hello, Anna, t’has been a long time has it not?” He chuckled.
I restrained myself, just, from grabbing a chair and impaling him with it. Instead I smiled smugly. That idiot never thought things through, ever. He was trapped with my magics and he could not dispel the enchantments without his beloved Sam, who by now would be admired by Shane.
“Damon.” Jake said his name slowly. “Is it you?” Jake threw his head back as Damon answered, chuckling lightly.
“The minute you crossed me, Damon. You should have ran in fear.” I grinned. Tossing a stake between my hands I stopped, tightening my grip with it in my right hand. “Shall we dance?”
“We shall.” He bowed his head.
I zipped over and jabbed the stake forward he knocked it from my hand and received a stake in the kidney. My stake levitated and angled itself to pin him to the wall. I flourished my hand towards him and the stake flew through the air.
“Been practising, my love?” I gritted my teeth. “My love.”
I lost it a chair snapped toward him but Jake caught it.
“The ritual, you’ll be free.” Jake interrupted.
“But all that pain, the suf-”
“Do you want to stop his suffering? Death is too kind a fate. As is torture, his brother will punish him. Free yourself. Join the heavens you have done nothing wrong.”
I shook my head. “Religion is for the weak.”
“It is not religion it’s a faith.” Jake shook his head at me. “You’ll be free, Erin! You might burn in hell, you might go to heaven, you might just float in the abyss. But that has to be better than this!”
“You’re right.” I said hoarsely. “No, ritual. If I go to hell, so shall Damon.”
And with that I pierced a stake deep into my heart. I ended it, my undeath was finished. I had suffered enough.
The ritual would have sent him to hell and allowed me to live the remainders of a human life, in modern times. I did not want that. I could not face life any longer. That is why I ended it.
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