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Monday 18 November 2013

An extract: 1 of the short stories I've written:


Name: Sinclair Covington

Age: Forgotten

Life-mate: Blaine Covington

My Beloved Children:

Livia Covington
Ember Covington
Tristan Covington

Race: Vampire


Appearance:

Sinclair stands roughly five foot, eight inches. She is slender, and well toned with muscles lacing her limbs - though not muscular enough to make her unattractive. She has long silken locks of the deepest shade of night, that falls in waves of black down her spine. Nestled within her features are a pair of eyes that are a captivating shade of violet. Her lips are full, and the perfect shade of rose petals, and hidden behind those lips, are two sharp ivory fangs.

History:

It was the year of 1735, when King Louis XV was in rule, and disease was strong throughout the commoners of Paris. There was no cure in this age for the diseases that filled the streets, most that fell ill ended up dying within days -or if they were lucky- weeks after being infected. One such victim of smallpox was the family of Sinclair Brooks. Her mother, father and her little brother were all wiped out by the disease, leaving Sinclair all alone.

By this stage, Sinclair had already begun her service at the Queens side. She had been there for a year now, and already she had become quite close with her fellow “Lady's in waiting” and the other -lesser- workers at court. The skill that the queen valued within the female was her voice, though when she was not required to sing for the queen, Sinclair was attending the Queens every need. Some days she was lucky enough to attend upon the queen at parties, and others she was left behind to fix, or modify the queens clothing, among other things.

When Sinclair was not within the palace, attending to the queen -which was only one night a week, when the queen was away- she could be found at the little establishment called “Night's Pleasures.” Which was located in the commoners district. Within this establishment, Sinclair became another, she became; “Angel” the Goddess of verbal pleasures -or so the males referred to her as- and sang tunes that even the most unruly, and aggressive male would weep at the sound of her voice. Due to her position at court, she had to disguise herself when working at Night's Pleasures, just in case any would recognize her for who she really was.

Sinclair was happy, and content within her own life. She enjoyed serving the Queens needs, and singing at Night's Pleasures when she could. Though she was alone in the world, she enjoyed it. Sinclair was someone that was shy, and preferred to keep her own company outside of her daily duty’s, though she also enjoyed the pleasure of singing in front of a crowd of males -especially seeing as she knew her own worth, and knew that she could get what she wanted from them with only a small flirtatious action. 

That was until, He came along, and changed everything. Sinclair was on stage singing like she did every Saturday night when he walked into the establishment. He was tall, and handsome and kept to himself within the shadows at the back of the room. And even though she was slightly blinded by the stage lights, and couldn't make out his profile properly, she could tell that there was something mysterious about the male. Almost like he was waiting for something, or someone that never came into the building.

Throughout her performance, Sinclair's gaze continued to drift toward the male, and each time her eyes met with his, she felt her heartbeat flutter erratically within her chest, almost making her forget the words she was singing amidst the sensations he was bringing to life within her. And each time his gaze would lock onto hers, she felt as if he was looking through her, seeing something that was invisible to the naked eye.

Somehow she managed to get through her songs, without incident, and as she was leaving the stage, she cast one last fleeting look at the male, only to see that he was watching her, with a small smile adorning his lips. At that sight, her legs got tangled within the curtains framing the stage, and she stumbled, catching herself against another performer as she disappeared backstage. The other girls laughed at her, causing her to flush furiously, before being shushed by the stage manager. With embarrassment visible within her flushed cheeks, Sinclair dashed into her dressing room to hide from the laughing performers.

For a while she just sat there, in front of her mirror with her head in her hands, uncomprehending what had just happened, before there was a small knock at the door. She was still dressed in her stage costume as she went to crack the door open slightly to investigate who was there. A moment before she opened the door, she suddenly remembered the mysterious male, and thought that maybe he had followed her backstage, though when the person behind the door became visible she was sorely disappointed. It was merely her manager coming to compliment her upon her performance and to give her the earnings for the evening.

When her manager departed, Sinclair went about changing out of her stage clothes. She had her court appointed outfit neatly folded up upon the spare chair, and once she was dressed properly, she grabbed her bag and emerged from her dressing room. There were various other actresses flitting here and there as she headed towards the back door. Some of them glanced at her, smirking and whispering about what had transpired earlier, but for the most part Sinclair ignored their snide remarks, kept her head held high, and kept her eyes locked upon the door.


When she reached the door, Sinclair did not even look back when she opened it. A burst of cool wind gushed in, upsetting the females behind her. A small satisfied smirk played across her lips as she pulled her coat tighter around her, before stepping out into the cool, empty night. She muttered something about the girls deserved having the door permanently open when her voice ceased suddenly.

There, leaning against the wall shrouded in a floor length leather coat, was the very male her thoughts had conjured up. For a moment she just stood there, with her mouth fully open before slamming it closed, and stammering out a surprised hello. He didn't say anything in response, content to watch her silently as she stumbled over her words. She enquired if he was waiting for one of the dancers inside, and he finally responded.

He was actually there to see her, and wished to compliment her upon her amazing voice. He stated that he spoke to the establishment's owner, and found out that she would be walking home by herself, and that he wished to offer his company for the trip back. His reasons behind offering was simply because it was late, and that it wasn't safe for a young beautiful woman to be walking by herself throughout the streets of Paris.

Sinclair accepted his offer, mostly because she felt drawn to the male. He seemed to invoke the dangerous side of her, and though she should decline, she found herself with her arm linked with his, and walking into the busy quiet streets of Paris. The walk back to the palace was long, but with his presence it seemed to be over far to quickly. Throughout the walk they spoke of inconsequential things, well actually she spoke of them, he mostly was quiet, content to let her ramble.

Before to long they were at the gates of the palace and it was time for them to part ways. She questioned if he lived within the city, and he said that he was only passing through. Even though that information brought a pang of disappointment, she asked if she would see him again. With a smile lifting the corners of his lips, he said that she might. And after bowing to kiss her hand gently he excused himself, and disappeared into the night.


After that night, Sinclair couldn't get him off her mind. She thought about him in those waking hours before falling asleep, and even during the days when she was attending to the Queen. She remembered talking to the other ladies in waiting about the male, trying to see if they knew who he was, but they did not know either. She didn't hear, or see the male again throughout the week, and grew slightly sullen.

When she returned to Night's Pleasures the following Saturday, she was surprised, and relieved to see him once again sitting at the back of the room while she performed. A sensation of relief continued to swell within her each time she would see a courtesan within the establishment being turned away by him, and after her performance he was once again waiting for her outside to walk her home.

This routine went on for a few months, and even though she didn't know anything about him, she felt feelings for him blossom within her. She grew excited at the prospect of seeing him again, and immensely enjoyed the few stolen moments they could grab before she returned to the palace.

At least four months after their first encounter, when they were walking back to the palace, Sinclair asked if she might be able to see him outside of their walks, and with a smile adorning his lips, he accepted. They made a date for the following Saturday night -Night's Pleasure's would be closed for the night- and with that, they once again parted ways.

The following Saturday couldn't have come quick enough for Sinclair. Though she completed each of her duties for the Queen, she was very distracted with thoughts of the coming date. Anticipation made her sloppy, and careless. She had almost forgotten to attend upon the Queen on Saturday, for she was so consumed by the coming night. After being subjected to a lecture from the Queen's high ranking Lady in Waiting, Sinclair dashed off to get ready for the night ahead.

She didn't know where it was that he was going to take her that night, so she had trouble finding something suitable to wear, but in the end she settled for an elegant multi layered dress, with a corseted top. Her hair she piled upon the top of her head in a messy bun, with a few stray locks cascading down her spine. Over her bare shoulders she draped a silken shawl, that had red sequins stitched within the material. Though the dress looked expensive, it actually wasn't. She had designed it herself a few years back.


She met up with him at the gates of the palace, and from there they began to walk down the streets. It was only early in the evening, so there were still people traversing the city, but as they continued to walk, the lines of people began to thin as the cold air settled over the town. Even though Sinclair had no idea where they were heading, she could tell that they were heading towards the high class area of the city. Sinclair wasn't poor, but she wasn't rich either. So being within this part of town was completely new to her.

She gazed around her surroundings in complete awe. There were no beggars littering the streets, nor was there any signs of waste polluting the air. It was quite the contrast to the streets she normally frequented, but she shouldn't have been surprised. As they walked she once again spoke of things to fill the silence, before falling silent as they reached their destination. Her eyes bulged slightly as she identified the building they were currently standing in front of, and with a sharp intake of breath, she shifted her gaze towards the male.

He smiled down at her, nodding at her question about this building being the theatre. Sinclair had never been to a theatre production before, sure she had been on stage at Night's Pleasure's, but it was nothing compared to famous acts of Opera. Shivering with anticipation, the pair entered the theatre, and was directed to their seats.

As it turns out, he was fairly rich. He managed to secure seats within the top boxes that lined the walls of the large room, which were situated to give a clear view of the stage. They had a room all to their selves, and began to watch the play in silence. Part way through the production, he had draped his arm around her shoulders, the movement giving her a jolt of happiness, and with a movement that was laced with hesitation, she shifted closer, leaning into his touch willingly.

The play ended with Sinclair's eyes watering. It was so touching and amazing that she was overcome with such strong emotions, that rendered her in tears. She thanked him for taking her there, and after he questioned if she was okay, they exited the theatre, with her talking enthusiastically about the production. Pure pleasure and enjoyment laced her every word. She didn't take much notice to where they were heading, but when they turned from the street, and entered the little courtyard of a two-story apartment, Sinclair inquired as in to what they would be doing for the rest of the evening. Leaning into him with a almost 'come hither' gleam within her violet eyes.

His response was to sweep her off her feet, and press her firmly against the wall, kissing her roughly, yet gently. She responded to the kiss after a moment of startled astonishment, but before she could respond further, he had placed her back upon her feet, and said that she would have to wait and see, a small laugh following his words. Blushing furiously, she entered his home smiling from ear to ear. Before long they were seated within the living room, before a roaring fire, with a small table filled with cheeses, biscuit, cold meets, and some fruits, along with two glasses of wine resting upon it's surface.

The night progressed without incident. They laughed, and spoke of the future with the fire burning brightly within the hearth. Sinclair spoke of one day being a famous singer, though knew that it wouldn't happen. He didn't really speak of what he wanted from the future, except for wanting her in every aspect of the word, and though she didn't fully understand his meaning, she flushed at the prospect, and commented that she would like that.


The next week passed swiftly without incident. She had a bounce to her step, and a smile continuously upon her features. The other ladies in waiting made comments about her happy mood, but she didn't bite back, happily to accept their playful nature with teasing of her own. The next time she was at Night's Pleasure's though, her mood took a turn for the worst. She was so excited to see him again, but when she emerged onto the stage, she looked out to see that his normal spot by the door was empty. That night he did not come in at all, and when she had finished her performance, and left the establishment, she found that he wasn't waiting for her by the back door either.

Saddened, and a little hurt Sinclair began her lonely journey back to the palace, when there was a disturbance within a side alley. Fear flowed through her as she glanced down the darkened alley, though there was nothing her eyes could see. Whatever it was though, it didn't bode well, so listening to her instincts, she hurried away. Though whatever it was began to follow her. At first she didn't notice anything amiss, but after a few blocks she started getting the feeling that someone was following her.

Stumbling over her own feet, she glanced over her shoulder to see if anyone was there, but all she saw was shadows. Swearing softly, she continued to hurry toward the palace, though when she was mere streets away from her destination, a commotion to the left of her halted her footfalls. Fear bloomed within her as she turned to look to her left, and there, half hidden within the shadows was an unfamiliar male. She could tell that he was heavily intoxicated, and by the way that he was leering at her, very dangerous.

She tried to turn away, to continue on her way home, but found that her way was blocked by another person. Gasping she glanced around her to find that there were two other males coming out of the shadows to block her path from each direction. Cringing deep inside, Sinclair hugged her coat closer to her body, and asked them what they wanted. Smirking, they stated that they wanted a taste of the 'Goddess of vocal pleasure's.'

Sinclair doesn't recall what happened after that, for her memory was either shot, or she repressed it. She only remembered feeling a white hot pain radiating throughout her body, and a sensation of wanting to die. Whatever transpired through those dreadful minutes though, was enough for her to fall to the ground quaking. There was warm liquid seeping from the wounds upon her flesh, and her head pounded fiercely from a blow she didn't remember receiving. Her body was broken, and she knew that death was swiftly approaching for her.

Accepting her rapidly approaching fate, Sinclair curled up upon the ground, as her thoughts turned inwards. The feel of the cool cobblestone bit deep within her exposed flesh, but the pain was forgotten now. Just a distant memory as blackness came to claim her. She still remembers hearing those males laughing ruefully, and catcalling foul words towards her prone body. Though in the moment when she had drawn into herself, she didn't notice a commotion starting around her.

The males that had harmed her, were all of a sudden screaming, and fighting some invisible force, that she couldn't see. The last thing Sinclair remembered before darkness claimed her was the voice of an angel -or so she thought in her delirious state. He spoke words she couldn't comprehend, and a sense of acceptance settled over her. In her current dying state, she thought it was an angel that had come to help her transition into the afterlife, and before she was taken by the void of nothingness, her last thoughts were of the male she had fallen for. With a small content smile playing across her bleeding lips, she became unconscious.


When Sinclair regained consciousness once more she was within a warm bed, with a lone candle burning low upon the bedside table to her right. Still slightly delirious, she glanced down to see that she was wearing an unfamiliar gown, and there was no wounds upon her body. For a moment she thought the previous night was but a bad dream, and that she was safe within her own bed, but when her gaze drifted around the room she became sharply aware something was off - she wasn't in her room and she wasn't alone.

Sitting partially shrouded in the darkness, he sat watching her. When her eyes focused upon him, she was able to see him more clearly then she had ever before been able to. And there was an aroma surrounding him that she never detected before. Frowning she asked in a croaky voice what had happened, and he told her. As it turned out, it has been three days since the incident upon the street, and there was something in the way he spoke to her, looked at her, that informed her that something wrong had transpired.

Licking her dry lips before she spoke, something within her mouth stopped any words from coming out. Her partially dry tongue darted across two sharp points nestled between her teeth, just as he rose to approach her. All words left her as she gazed up at him. He looked different, less pale, and more flushed. His eyes were darker than normal, and there was this otherness about him that she couldn't decipher. As fear flooded her body, she leapt up from the bed, and almost fell over from the sudden rush of dizziness she felt. She gazed back at the bed, then down at herself thinking that she had risen far more swiftly than she should have been able too.

Turning her accusing gaze upon him, she asked what he had done to her. And all he said in response -with his eyes lowered to the ground- was that he saved her life. Terrified of what he meant, Sinclair moved to look at herself within the mirror, a gasp of shock the only sound she made at what she saw. There within the mirror was her, that was true, but it wasn't her at the same time. It was almost like there was a stranger staring back out at her. A stranger with pale skin, and deep endless violet eyes. A stranger wearing her features, that had two ivory fangs visible within her open mouth.

The only thing she could think of, was the creature within the play she had seen many nights ago now. The creature had fangs also, and was feeding upon helpless mortals, before being slain by the hero. One word left her stunned lips. [b]Vampire[/b]. She turned back to stare at him, her anger, and fear filling her with a strength that was foreign to her. He tried to calm her, to soothe her by saying that everything was going to be okay. That he only did what he did in order to keep her from dying. He wasn't apologetic about it either, and kept saying that he couldn't watch her die, and that he cared about her too much to see her hurt.

Shaking her head in disbelief, Sinclair approached him, slapping his face and cursing him for what he done to her, before fleeing the man she had such feelings for. He tried to stop her, to make her return to the house but she didn't stop. She didn't know where she was headed, nor where she was, but she continued to walk till her hunger stilled her movements. It was a shock at first, feeling the insatiable thirst coming over her, but once she identified it, she was repulsed and within moments she was running again.


For months she continued to run from who she was. Despising what she had become, and denying the thirst filling her. She tried to kill herself quite a few times, but never was able to do it successfully. She even tried standing out in the sun, but the self preservation instinct overcame her, and she fled from the deadly light. Sinclair was weak, and with each passing day she grew weaker. She tried to feed on animals, but nothing seemed to work.

That was, until one night she was stumbling weakly though the forest. Before now, she made an effort to stay away from inhabited places, fearful that she would accidentally kill someone and be consumed by the thirst, but this night she was so consumed by her hunger that she did not pay heed to where she was, or what she was following. Something upon the night air drew her forward, compelled her to seek out it's source, and made her mouth water with longing. There was no way she could stop herself. Once she had caught the scent, her instincts took over, and it wasn't until afterwards that she became aware of what she had done.

As consciousness dawned upon Sinclair once more, she gazed around her to see a camp fire overturned, and there laying prone at her feet was the still form of a human being. At once she knew what had happened, and waited for the remorse to fill her, but instead she was filled with life, and a feeling that she never felt before. Power. She was once again strong. Stronger than she had ever been, and there was fire within her once more. Her bloodstained lips quirked at the sides, and her eyes gleamed with a new found power.

From that night on, Sinclair did not fight the hunger. Instead she embraced it, and found that she enjoyed it immensely, and when she fed regularly, she found that she was able to compel mortal males to do what she wished, and that after each feeding, she found that she retained some part of the mortals within her -almost like it was their soul. Finally for the first time since she woke as a vampire, Sinclair was content with what she was. She killed for the thrill of it, and traversed the country side, relishing the hunt.

It wasn't until some years later that she stumbled upon the Death Valley, and found other creatures like herself housed there. At first she was wary of being there, but after wandering around for a few weeks, and meeting others like her, Sinclair found that she liked it there. At first she prayed that her Sire was not within the ranks of vampires that haunted this valley, but after thinking it over for a while she realized that she longed to see him again. That she actually missed him. So with a new purpose, she scoured the entire city searching for him, sadly though, to no avail.

Feeling slightly discouraged by this, Sinclair contemplated returning to her old life, in order to find him, but after deliberating on that, she realized that he would have been long gone. Probably found another, elsewhere. Though she was saddened by the thought, Sinclair concocted a new plan. She mused the possibilities of him coming to find her. Maybe if she built a foundation, who's name was whispered within every shadow, he might realize that it was her, and seek her out. Or so she hoped.

So with a new determination, she began to rise within Death Valley, and spent countless years building Crimson Nights. Fighting continuously between the other covens to raise her holding standings, and after many long years, she succeeded. Crimson Nights was now one of the most renowned, feared, and respected holdings within Death Valley, and it is here, she now resides. She still hopes that one day her Sire will return to her, but for now she contents herself with running Crimson Nights, and making her name known throughout the Valley.