Fiona had been gone to market selling the woolens she wove, eggs from her chickens and some scented beeswax that the nobles valued for candles. She had been gone all day, her brothers being too lazy to go or to even come along to help. She was footsore and weary, but looking forward to seeing her love when the rest of the village slept.
Fiona was tall, slender and raven haired. Her grey eyes seemed to see through a person. She was strong of limb and her skin was a dark honey colour. Her father had been from outside of Ireland, a huge bear of a man with black hair and grey eyes. Her mother swore he was a god of some sort. Fiona just sighed and ignored her. Her mother complained that it was his fault Fiona was so different and blamed him for the fact that no man in the village wanted her for a wife, which was fine with Fiona.
Fiona detested the touch of men. Her love was for a woman, Killeen. Her Kili was almost as tall as she, but where her skin was tanned, Kili was pale with hair of fiery red and eyes like the brightest emeralds. They had met months before while both were out herb gathering. Killeen had been caught out in a fierce storm and taken shelter with Fiona's family. The two girls shared a bed... and much more.
Now they were lovers. Forever hiding it from their families and the rest of their small village. If they were discovered they would be killed for their love. As it was Kili was being pushed to marry soon. Fiona snarled softly at the thought of a ham-handed male touching her beloved.
~I'll no' let 'em! She's mine!~ Fiona was lost in thought as she made her way down the dark path towards home. She never saw him coming, no mortal would have. Suddenly she was yanked off her feet, ice cold hands pulling her head to one side, sharp teeth sinking into her neck. She fought madly but she was no match for the creature of the night, the vampire.
The woman's sweet blood filled the being's mouth like fine wine. He drank deeply, almost lovingly. She held no sexual interest for him. He preferred his own kind for that. She was to be something special.
Gahiji drained the woman to the point of death, and then with a press of a nail he opened his wrist, feeding her his dark blood. ~You will be my finest creation little one.~ He sat back on his haunches to wait for the pains. He stroked her hair and smiled. She was beautiful, a fine addition to his stable of 'children'.
Fiona awoke to fire and pain. She arched as her body convulsed. Her afterlife was beginning as her mortal body died. Her insides were shriveling, her senses growing stronger. A hunger filled her, burning, aching. Gahiji pressed his wrist to her mouth. "Drink my child... grow strong." She was appalled, but he held it there and she felt her fangs... fangs, she had fangs?! With a moan of fear and need she latched on and drank deeply, feeling the hunger fade.
Fiona drank until he pulled away, his eyes dancing almost merrily. "Now little one, you must rest. Tomorrow night we begin your lessons...."
Fiona jerked away, eyes blazing. "Lessons? No' likely! I'm goin' HOME!" She got to her feet and stalked off, shaky but determined to get back to her Kili. He was suddenly in front of her, still looking amused. "You can never go back my child. You are now a daughter of the night, a vampire. No more may you walk among the living unless it is under the cover of night to feed.
