Of Lace and Lore - Chapter 8 Up!!!
Kielen:
I tend to write my contest entries as stories, and I decided it was about time for my Drop Dead Gorgeous entry, Lacine Kyle, to finish his story...
Feedback is welcome and encouraged!!
Without further ado...
Le Edit:
My apologies for the 4 month delay, lovelies...Work is eating me alive. However, I do have the next two chapters written already...so hopefully updates will come a bit sooner. :)
Kielen:
It was a fluke thing, my turning. I was helping my father in the stables. He had been feeling ill, and so I'd offered to finish up with the horses. It was dark by the time I was finished. I started towards the house, and then something bit me. Everything went black. When I woke up, my family was standing over me, somewhere between terrified and worried.
It took a while for me to understand what happened, but when I did, I was devastated. I was certain my family would throw me out, hate me forever. But I was wrong. They hid me from the vampire hunting neighbors, told everyone I died in a tragic farm accident, and then built me a room in our basement. They rearranged their lives, just so I would still be a part of them. We lived happily like this for 7 years. And then the plague came. In a month, I had lost everyone I had ever loved, everything I had ever cared about. And I was alone. I left. And I wandered. For 380 years. It was a pointless drop in the eternity I faced without the people I loved.
I survived off of random livestock and lived in fields. Occasionally, every hundred years or so, a kind soul would take pity on me, and take me in for several years. But I never really recovered from the loss of my family. I had no friends, I had no life.
And then I met Araina.
I had moved into a small little shack in a field. It was rickety, but no one used it, and there was a lot of cattle in the area. It was all I needed to survive.
She found me the first night I was there. I had just finished dinner. There was blood everywhere and as I finished wiping my hands off on the grass, I saw her, just watching. Not panicking, not screaming, just watching and smiling.
She seemed small for her age, although that may have been the destroyed air about her clothes. She was beautiful, but she looked neglected and fragile. And she looked exactly like the sister I'd lost. I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"I'm Araina. What's your name?" I was stunned. No one had ever...she wanted to know my name? The words seemed to get stuck. I hadn't talked in, years.
"It's, it's Lacine." A little grin crossed her sad features.
"What kind of name is that? It sounds like Lace!"
Something inside me seemed to snap, and I collapsed to the ground.
I could feel her little hands on my back, could hear her asking what was wrong, but all I could think about was my baby sister, yelling my name.
"Lace!! They took my dollie!! Make them give it back!" The memories flew by in a whirlwind, and I felt as though I'd been torn in two.
When I surfaced, several hours had passed and I was sitting on a bench behind the shack. She was curled up against my side, looking across the field. I was slightly unnerved, but before I could say anything, she spoke up.
"I think you should go to your shack," She said very bluntly. I was taken aback, but as I looked around, I realized it was almost dawn. I got up and started to walk back to the shack, but before I got to the door, she called after me, and asked if she could come visit me again.
I couldn't believe it was actually my voice that told her yes. I watched as she skipped off across the field, and realized for the first time in over 300 years that I actually felt something.
brooke_82:
He is a but of a stunner eh?! I love the look on his face when he's with the cow, pure evil!! I cant wait to read more!!
Cathy:
Kiel, this is SOOOOOOOOOO great!!!! And I want some more!!!!
starlucid:
Ohh feels real Anne Rice love it!
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