No Regard, Carolyn Barber [phonics reader .TXT] 📗

himself around me. I felt a great comfort come over me, as he gently brushed my naked skin with his hands. He brought his mouth to me, kissing me deep, pulling me closer, the passion shot through me like a wave. I had to feel him, all of him, in every part of me. Forty minutes later we showered together, and prepared ourselves for the nights banquet.

My wardrobe no longer consisted of an array of pretty colors, jeans and t-shirts with logo's on them. Black was the main staple of my wardrobe, and every item was a reminder of the seduction that took my innocence and my life. Fine with me, I am not that sweet little girl anymore. I will wear the black corsets, the long sheer robes edged in black lace, black satin and velvet, garter belts, thigh high boots, four inch stiletto's and whatever else a seductress would wear, after all everything was hand-picked by Ty. Each item was given great thought as he visualized how I would look wearing it. This is what Ty expects of me, I am the object of his love, lust and desire, Fine! I will play my roll, and I will play it well. 

He looks me over, slowly walking around me, he comes up behind me, pressing against me, he rubs his hands from my waist up to my breasts that are busting out of their bustier. I meet with his approval as he whisper's my name into my ear. "Silvia". He sends a chill down my spine with just one word. He takes my hand and in a flash we become the night. We have vaporized, in the vampire world it is referred to as vapping or having vaped. Almost instantly, the night releases us and I discover we are at the edge of a large city. One, I don't recognize. 

I feel an excitement I have never experienced before, I am anticipating the hunt, welcoming it with no fear. I hear a man rummaging through a garbage can in the distance, I begin to step towards the mild commotion, Ty grabs my arm, shaking his head "No". He whispers, "Be selective, we are what we eat". Embarrassed by my impulse, I calm myself and wait for his lead. His ears shift to a near by park, a young couple are making out in the park. He smiles and licks his lips. He glances at me with delight in his eyes as he takes my hand guiding me along the edge of trees in the park, the couple unaware of our presence. Ty gently kisses my lips, "Learn to be patient." he whispers. I shake my head in agreement. We wait. My thoughts drift. 

Chapter 4: The Pain of Recollecting

My eighteenth birthday mom, Ty and myself went to dinner in the city and then out to the Opera to see "Les Miserables". It was amazing and quit frankly a night I will never forget. We arrived home around eleven, mom excused herself and retired for the night. Ty and I laid down on the couch watching some old classic and eventually drifted off to sleep with me lying in his arms.

I woke up to him gently rubbing his hands all over me as he kissed my neck. I turned to him and began kissing him hard, deep and with more passion than I had ever had before. I felt nothing was in the way to stop us from giving in to what our hearts had been desiring for a very long time. We looked deep into each others eyes, both of us knowing it was time. Nothing needed to be said. I slowly got up and took his hand and quietly led him upstairs to the privacy of my room. It was 2 am.

He was so gentle and caring, not wanting to hurt me, but the pain did come as he entered me for the first time. I let out a small gasp of pain as he slowly pushed pass the barrier, he stopped and held himself in me, kissing my forehead he whispered, "Relax baby, it won't hurt as much". I tried to relax, and little by little, I felt myself wanting more. It didn't take long for him to release himself into me, both of us exhausted passed out for a brief period of time. He was awaken by me rubbing him. I needed more of him. He accomondated me, satisfied me and shortly after he finished the second time, he kissed me and left me to sleep in blissful slumber.

I didn't see or hear from him for two days, until the night he came back for me and sucked the life from my body, declaring me his forevermore. 

I felt a sudden surge of anger shoot through me as it jolted me back to my harsh reality. I no longer felt any sense of patience, I wanted blood, I would not be stopped. Not by Ty or anyone. I felt my teeth transition into fangs in the blink of an eye, and with no hesitation I swooped in on the couple sitting at the picnic bench together with their backs towards me. I was upon them without a sound. I grabbed the young man's head and in one swift motion I twisted his neck, breaking it instantly. Before his girlfriend could even utter a sound I lunged for her throat with blind fury, burying my fangs into her jugular vein as I covered her mouth with my hand to muffle her cries. I greedily sucked her life away as I felt her go limp. I paused only for a moment to see Ty at the throat of the man I had killed with my bare hands. I smiled at him, but he did not return a smile, instead he hissed at me in disapproval. At that moment, I didn't care, I got what I wanted, and had no remorse in doing it. We finished our feast and returned to the night as swiftly as we had come.

Chapter 5: A Lesson in Patience

Ty and I returned to our lair. The windows were completely boarded up from the inside to keep sunlight out. It was like living in a tomb. I looked around me, everything was dark, drab and morbid. Spider webs had taken over every corner, the dust had been accumulating for years. How he aquired this place I didn't know, what I did know was, I could not exist like this. He had told me that instinct showed him the way here the instant he was transformed. Why couldn't his instinct guide him to someplace not so deplorable? Thoroughly disgusted, I turned to him and said, "Honey, you need to fire your housekeeper!" He said nothing, his back to me with his arms spread out on the fireplace mantel, looking down into the cold, barren fire pit. His silence irritated me, I spoke up, "Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment?" Angrily he spun around, fire exploding behind him as his arms shot out in a forward motion and without so much as touching me I flew backwards crashing into the wall with full force, and there I stayed pressed against the wall as he was instantly standing inches from me. The blow knocked the air out of me, as I struggled for breath he lightly brushed his hand along my cheek. Looking straight into my eyes he calmly said, "Silvie, you must learn patience, never let your emotions run you, it could mean the difference between life and death." I thought about this for a second, "Ty, we're already dead." He shook his head, "No my love, we live as the undead, none the less...we live". He pinned my arms to the wall and kissed me intensely, biting my lip lightly drawing a tiny bit of blood, he licked it. Grabbing me from my position on the wall, he threw me wildly onto the bed. Completely at his mercy, his anger at my insubordination fueled his assault on my body. I found myself excited by his sexual ruthlessness. I wanted more. My craving for blood being satisfied, I found I now had a new craving.

After an hour of our sadistic tryst, we laid there in the silence of darkness. Ty spoke up suddenly, "If you want to fix up the place, it's yours to do as you please." I said nothing, I just rolled towards him, pulled the black satin sheets over us and quickly fell asleep.

Chapter 6: The Tree House Incident

I woke up the next night crying uncontrollably. I had a night terror, which is far worse than a nightmare. A nightmare doesn't evoke intense physical emotions like a night terror does. I had dreamed about the torment of my mothers grief. I watched as they laid my coffin in the ground. She was surrounded by close friends of hers and mine, everyone was grief struck. A line formed as each threw a red rose onto the coffin that had been lowered into the ground. My mother's rose would be the last and final to be thrown in. As she approached my grave, she looked into the depths to see my coffin, open and empty, it was more than she could bare. She fell to her knees, clinging to the rose, and broke down. Her best friend Deidre, knelt down next to her, they clung to each other, my mother beside herself, looking for any form of strength to get her through this moment. Diedre grasped my mother's face in her hands and with tears in her eyes, she said, "Reese, listen to me, I know you're absolutely heartbroken, but darlin' you have to let go, you have to say good-bye, come