Posted by ashlynnmonroe on April 11, 2012 at 2:40 AM
If you missed last week here is #1. This is raw flash fiction at or just over 500 words. Please check each week for Meara's continuing story.
Meara stood on the deck of the ship looking up at the devastatingly azure blue sky. Her heart ached. Wrapping the cape more tightly around her body, she fought her fear. Meara’s legs felt like Macaroni as she watched the bird circling in the sky. The creature’s lonely call could be coming straight out of the past. There’d been another bird, long ago, when she was young, in the days when she was a mortal woman and not a vampire.
Meara’s Irish pride flowed through her veins as she remembered that long dead brave Irish lass standing on a ship looking ahead to America. The girl’s courage was obvious, but the creature she’d become had stolen the hopeful bravery along with her mortality. She knew he waited for her somewhere in the shadows of the country that had been her second home for a century. Stern. His name fit him well, the king of night creatures was not a man who indulged in forgiveness, but Meara sought none. She’d never forgive him for condemning her. She’d stolen one of his precious day rings a decade ago and returned home, to Ireland, but found the country so radically changed she felt as if she’d landed on an alien world.
Stern had stolen everything from her and now she returned, seeking revenge. He knew she was coming. She felt his knowledge in the quickening of her blood, and his telepathic call. Screw you Stern! Go to hell where you belong, you evil bastard! Her mind railed at him, bitter.
It didn’t help that every time she thought of him her body grew warm and ready. The handsome demon took the pure, naïve girl and showed her how much her body craved pain and pleasure. Meara knew no other man would ever fulfill her as Stern, but she was willing to live without his carnal mastery to free her from the bondage of the blood bond. She could never find eternal rest while her demonic creator roamed the Earth. Her many suicide attempts had been in vain, but now she knew why. She found the last of the druids last year, an elderly blind woman who’d screamed with agony the moment Meara had stepped into the room because she was completely contrary to the Earth magic the woman had spent her life cultivating.
“You must kill the one who hold’s your life-force, the one who stole your mortality,” wept the old woman. The agony of Meara’s presence ended her ancient, frail life. She’d left money on an antique chest of drawers. “Thank you old mother, I will kill him,” Meara whispered as she walked out of the cottage.
The bird cried again, and its screech stirred the vampiress all the way to the empty place that once housed her soul. She knew loneliness. Every day that she remained parted from Stern was almost unbearable.
“I’m coming for you Stern,” her words floated over the Atlantic as she gazed out towards her destination. “I’m all grownup, not the scared immigrant girl you destroyed, a modern woman. A vampire diva who’s not afraid to get a little blood on her hands, as long as it’s yours lover.”
Meara’s memory drifted back to the long ago night her mortal life ended.
It was a dark and stormy night, she rushed through the streets of Dublin, weeping. The man she loved had betrayed her and all she could think to do was return to her mother’s side at the family hearth for comfort. She’d run through the wetness and mud, ignoring the strange looks she received as she passed by the inn. Several drunken men leered at her telling her they knew a way to dry her tears. She’d ignored them. Home was a short distance away. Meara knew her mother would have discovered she was missing. She’d run away with Finn only to discover her friend Mary was pregnant with his child. She was lucky she’d insisted on vows before she gave her body to the traitor. He’d said such pretty words, beautiful lies. She’d never be so foolish again. She should’ve listened to her beloved mother. Finn was no good.
The rain intensified, she was having trouble seeing her way. Meara had traveled this road many times so she was able to navigate in spite of the deluge. Her head was down as she rushed ahead and the unexpected collision with the hard body knocked the wind from her as she fell back onto the muddy road.
“Are you all right miss?” The man’s voice was seductive and drew her eyes to his face in a way she’d never experienced. He had the face of an angel, but there was nothing in his eyes. As beautiful as he was the coldness in his face made it hard to look at him. Meara scrambled to her feet rejecting the gloved hand he gallantly offered her.
The man’s face was expressive and she noticed the cold flash of anger before he was able to hide it behind his emotionless smile. Meara shivered. The rain was cold but this man’s soulless eyes were colder.
“I’m fine. Thank you, I’ll be on my way,” she replied rushing away from the spooky figure. In a moment, he was ahead of her again. He’d moved so quickly she hadn’t even seen him do it. One second he was behind her and then he was there again, just ahead. Meara cried out and skidded to a halt.
“What do you want?” She demanded of the stranger.
“I want what everyone wants, happiness. I feel your sorrow and grief. I to grieve for love sweet child and I know you can understand that. Let me ease your loss,” his silky words had the ring of an eloquent English accent. No matter how nice his voice was, without feeling behind the words, they were a screeching in her ears.
“I don’t know what you are, but you’ll find no comfort with me.”
“On the contrary my dear, I will find nothing but peace with you in my arms. You are so like her…so like my Annabelle. Do not flee from my sweet bird, for I have a gift for you.”
“I want nothing from you. Allow me to pass,” she was afraid and her fear gave the demand a hard edge.
I forgot to include links last week. So sorry Brief writers!
Michael Mandrake m/m
Lily Sawyer m/m
Sara York m/m
MA Church m/m
Victoria Blisse m/f
AJ Jarrett m/m
Elyzabeth VaLey m/f
Julie Lynn Hayes m/m