Painting with Brooms

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Once Bitten

I was lead into a room that was probably fit for royalty. The bed had heavy drapes in a mid-evil fashion that seemed to be made of expensive silks. The bed cover was no different in floral patterns with stitched roses- everything creams, yellows and gold with a bit of pink rose thrown in. It matched the brown polished wood perfectly for the end tables, the wardrobe that looked as if it could fit five of me inside comfortably, the curtain rods. The room was ugly and reminded me of my grandmother’s house as expensive and cozy as it was meant to be.

On the bed lay a gown that was pure white- most of it lace with and stitched beading. It was almost like a wedding dress, the arms open with angel sleeves and no shoes to be found. I knew what I was supposed to do before Keionna even bothered to tell me. "Put that on- he'll be here in twenty minutes."

I dropped my bag- my hands shaking. "Please I can't do this, I'll d-"

"Shut up- you witches made this stupid deal. You're his bride and meal ticket, live with it." Keionna growled. "If you know what's good for you, you'll put it on." With those words she picked it up and shoved it into my arms. "Fucking ungrateful witches."

I stared at her as she stormed out slamming the door behind her, and beings as this was the room I saw myself dying in- I attempted to open the doors. Despite pulling as hard as I could the doors where firmly locked in place. Taking a moment to collect myself I had to think. I had twenty minutes to remember everything about the vision and try to make it change. My hands shook and I could feel the chill creeping up my spine as if a reaper where standing right behind me running a finger down my back.

I pulled out my phone and glanced at my phone- Nineteen minutes. No service. No time for anyone to respond even if I could call. Nor could anyone I knew get inside this barrier. Did I know any dragons? No. And no one with the medallion. My powers were not strong enough to send a clear message- even if I tried it would cause me to lose my fight.

Eighteen minutes. Think Linda. I was in this room, I was fighting and clawing at him, his teeth had sunk into me and it hurt. Vampire bites weren't supposed to hurt- but it hurt. The pain, I smelled blood, his red glowing eyes.

I don't want to die...

Seventeen minutes; think! He was wearing a black suit, blue tie- or shirt? Brown hair. He came in... wait he didn't come through the door.

My eyes flicked over to near one of the end tables where there was a giant painting of two lovers entwined; it reminded me of A Midsummer's Night Dream. It had moved and- yes there was a door there so that's where he came from. Sixteen minutes. Going out that way may not be the solution- but staying here was sure death. So was putting on the dress- I had been running my fingers over it before he had come in. It was beautiful. I regretted there would be no wearing it but this was life or death.

I slid my phone into my pocket running over to it, my hands moved over the wall and near the painting looking for any way to move the door and make it swing open. I could feel the sweat on my brow starting to bead as I felt the minutes and seconds count down. My blood spilling down staining the white dress- unable to say anything. Desperately I pulled and pushed at the frame of the painting- suddenly as I pushed in I felt a click and the door slowly swung open with a gentle push.

The breath I didn't know I had been holding whooshed out of me and I felt my adrenaline pumping. I had to get out- I quickly made my way through the little doorway only to stop; my eyes wide and heart in my throat. He was in here. His eyes weren't red- they where like dark gray steel cutting right through me, and despite his rugged manliness he terrified me. My hands shook as he stood- making me take a hasty step back; my back slamming against the corner of the wall.

In a flash he was in front of me his face full of concern. "No please! You'll kill me!" I screeched holding up my hands in front of me. Even though I was trying to stand my ground I felt my knees going weak and my body now visibly shaking.

"You don't need to be afraid of me my love." He murmured his eyes slowly starting to glow red. Lifting up his hand he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear. I know the gesture was meant to be comforting but instead it made a high pitched whimper leave my lips.

"P-please i-i-if you b-bite m-m-me-"

His tongue came out to lick his lips his eyes the full maddening glowing red that attacked me in my vision. There was no reasoning- I could see it was some sort of madness that came over him. "You're my fated one, they promised. Your blood will sate this hunger." He growled pulling me forward and his teeth now showing as he embraced me; his hold on me so much stronger. There was no escape and I didn't have enough magic let alone power to fend him off.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as he stroked a finger down my neck pushing my head to the side making goosebumps appear on my flesh like the fingers of death trailing down me leaving me numb and cold. His nose following the trail just a moment later making me sob and shake unable to move. "P-please." I begged once more.

My pleads went unanswered as he plunged his teeth into my soft flesh. Pain, unbearable pain making me cry out and scream; so unlike my vision where I stayed silent during my death. The only difference as I felt my limbs slowly start to go numb and my vision begin to fade. At least...

My final thoughts where like a feathered whisper in my mind... At least this would be quick.

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