Mitheral
"Growf!"
This is the story of a young man or woman, who as a teen found themselves faced with certain death, fleeing for their life (or being beaten to death) - something gruesome. Their fate was changed by the fact that the scene where you were about to die was the resting place of a kindred (vampire). Just when all seemed lost you fell through the floor of the aging building you were in - or maybe fell down an elevator shaft, whatever. For a brief moment you were separated. And during that brief time a woman asked what you would do to live, The answer was easy. Anything. That vampire, a she vampire, took pity on you. "We shall see," she responded - and then was gone.
You will never forget the shrieks of horror from above. But after a time she dropped a line to you so you could climb out. But she simply lifted you out as though you were light as a feather.
There were bodies everywhere. She explained that you would need to help clean up the mess. But she didn't force you to endure the worst of it, merely help move the bodies - as though she really needed the help.
You would soon learn that she was a vampire, though she preferred the term kindred. She refused to feed off you, but instead fed you her blood on three occasions to give you a vague idea what it was like for her. She admitted it was only a taste of her life. But with each time you felt more and more helpless to resist fulfilling her desires. You would have died for her. But she refused to feed you further, explaining that if she did, you would never age and in time your temper would get the best of you.
She became your secret patron, financing college, an apartment.
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The start up is not set in stone. How long it has been is also up for discussion. She could have rescued you in the 1950's, let you mature into an adult, then begun feeding you blood again to stop your aging. But you would become her abjectly loyal servant, watching over her during the day ... You could have been a punk, a nerd being chased by bullies, whatever.
You will never forget the shrieks of horror from above. But after a time she dropped a line to you so you could climb out. But she simply lifted you out as though you were light as a feather.
There were bodies everywhere. She explained that you would need to help clean up the mess. But she didn't force you to endure the worst of it, merely help move the bodies - as though she really needed the help.
You would soon learn that she was a vampire, though she preferred the term kindred. She refused to feed off you, but instead fed you her blood on three occasions to give you a vague idea what it was like for her. She admitted it was only a taste of her life. But with each time you felt more and more helpless to resist fulfilling her desires. You would have died for her. But she refused to feed you further, explaining that if she did, you would never age and in time your temper would get the best of you.
She became your secret patron, financing college, an apartment.
******
The start up is not set in stone. How long it has been is also up for discussion. She could have rescued you in the 1950's, let you mature into an adult, then begun feeding you blood again to stop your aging. But you would become her abjectly loyal servant, watching over her during the day ... You could have been a punk, a nerd being chased by bullies, whatever.
