Looking out the window, the night clouds cover the stars, and I feel a bit down; my chin rests on the palm of my hand. I turn my head, looking over at the human man, tied and drugged up, lifeless, looking up at the ceiling, sighing, counting the minutes until the drug passes by his bloodstream, so it doesn't leave a nasty aftertaste.
"It's so annoying to drug every human you have to capture so they don't scream for help or try to fight back," I say in a frustrated tone.
"Ma'am, you know it's for our safety we do this, and by the new law after the 3819, we have to, not by choice," Jillian responds.
"By now, you'd think after x-amount of years they'd let that law drop since crime rates have risen, the 'royal family,'" I air-quoted with a sarcastically annoyed tone. "They wouldn't give two fucks about us regular Vampires who know when to feed on humans, Jillian."
I stand up, staggering over to the living room, knocking over the lamp and causing the shade to crush, breaking the bulb in the process, which sparks a small fire. I glare down, reaching out my arm, my fingertips touching the flame, feeling no heat . . . at all.
"I've been dead for four hundred and fifty-four years," I say Maliciously.
Jillian walks my way holding a large jug and placing it on the coffee table and going towards the wall to unplug the lamp, she leaps to the fire and claps her hands as she starts to mumble her gibberish spell a white small spiral ball forms between her hands absorbing the fire in front of us turning red slowly as it starts to burning the edges of Jillian's long skirt turning them into short skirt and her long sleeve into a tank top that's cropped, showing off skeletons of dead people and animals as it gyrate's around her right leg, up her waist to her neck and covering half of her left arm.
Looking away, feeling my fangs poke at my lips by seeing Jillian's soft skin, I stand up, legs shaking in the process, feeling the weight of my heavy body, causing me to fall right back down. I crawl over to the square coffee table with the half jug of blood-vein as some of it drips down my chin, feeling a zap of light on my shoulder. I glance, seeing red finger tips with long nails dig into my leathery skin.
"Ma'am, I feel your pain in some sort of way since I also don't like being a witch sometimes," Jillian mumbles.
I hear a thump as arms wrap around my torso and tear drops wetting the back of my shirt with soft whimpers.
"It hurts seeing you drunk, my love," Jillian mumbles.
Her cries fill the room with an echo, waking the human as he frantically looks around, then spotting the two of us, and we make eye contact,
see something break off and fall onto the ground, shattering into pieces. I look down, seeing my own body scattered on the floor, scooping up the pieces as they turn to dust within seconds, and feel a little hollow to my right. I see the human man scooting back, hitting the wall as he starts to muffle loudly.
"Food... I need it...blood now, " I slur.
I jerk out of Jillian's arms as I scream at the human, all my teeth changing form and getting sharp as my cheek spreads apart, causing little holes, and the other half of my face with a huge gap showing my full row of teeth. Drool drips down my face from the lack of food from not eating for a month. The man cries well, shaking his head.
I hear a few huge steps behind as I get spun around. Jillian mumbles words, feeling her hand take hold of my wrist, turning me around, her grip only getting stronger as I lean forward and bite into her neck for me to only taste poisoned blood running through her veins. She tosses me across the room, taking one huge jump my way. She grips both my shoulders as my back is on the ground. I scream, feeling my face start to regain its form, looking into her eyes as they turn black, her mouth opens, and a loud wind blasts throughout the room, breaking the windows and the ceramics within.
Slowly, air leaves my lungs as I feel my body getting stiff. I look over her shoulder seeing the room build frost and turning into red snow building up by seconds, forcing to turn my head I see the man staring directly at me with a look of horror and disgust his tears turned into ice and skin a pale blue, something sharp digs into my shoulders, I look down seeing black fingertips and long black nails the smell of rotten blood lingers in the air as it starts to puddle underneath my back as it starts to form well it merges into the already thick blood-red clouds causing pale red snow flakes to dance. My already nonexistent heartbeat starts to beat faster and faster. A high-pitched scream leaves my soulless body and into her mouth, causing a white light to shine onto her body to bring another human skeleton with fewer bones than the last one and one before that.
The pale red snow is two inches on the floor, bringing the clouds to an ease, revealing multiple icicles of different sizes. The weight of her on top of me is heavy, almost just like the first time she's done this, to me, to herself, and every other time before this.
A soft whimper leaves both of us. she forces herself up as she sits between my legs forcing me up like I weight nothing making my head jerk up and we lock eyes, being able to see my reflection within the pure black eyes not changing back to the beautiful brown ones before she met me before being able to change them back without this awful power before she met . . . Him that scientist who tested powerful people with extraordinary magic.
"Marsh Eopas turned your beautiful magic into something dark and fearful upon your life, Jillian," I say hoarsely well I hug her tightly.