Fiona – A Short
By firelight she danced, moving like the flames, hips undulating. Her hair unbound fell like a fire around her. He could not look away from her.
She knew he watched, unaware of what he truly was, yet drawn to him because of his power. She danced for him, only and made him need her in spite of himself. Long after the flames were spent he found her, came to her in darkness to take her. She was waiting for him.
“I had hoped you would come.” It unnerved him, there was nothing meek and mild about this priestess of Athena.
“You do not know what I am.”
No, she did not know, but she knew he had power, knew she wanted to share that. She knew to he had been alone for years, not realizing it had been for centuries. Fiona spoke to that loneliness to get what she desired.
“I know you want me, but it is not just my body you desire.”
“What do you know of that?”
“Let me ease your solitude.”
He took her, but did not ease his hunger with her blood. He shared her body and came to love her. He did not admit why he needed her so, unable to admit it was her resemblance to his long dead love, Deirdre. A love he had killed with his thirst. He loved her to right all he had done wrong. That blinded him to the coldness that lay behind her eyes. He loved her to his undoing.
He only came to her by moonlight, that was his curse, to never see her by day. When he left her it was just before dawn and she followed him back to the hidden place he slept by day. She followed him, watched the slumber that stilled his breath, the coldness of death creeping back into him. She followed him when he left her, saw him feed, drinking human blood. And she knew that where his power lay.
She made him confess all he was by promising to love him and be with him forever. Made him believe she loved him as much as he loved her.
She seduced him, though she made him think he had seduced her. And in darkness one night he changed her. It frightened her as he took her blood, the pain, the viciousness. It hurt as fang pierced flesh, as he drained her blood. It made her limp and helpless in his arms. She was repulsed by the blood she had to drink, his blood. But she wanted his power and knew this was the only way. He held her gently as she changed, brought her the first taste of human flesh, the tender flesh of a child. She found she craved the blood, found she enjoyed taking life. Enjoyed the fear she could invoke, the power she now had over others. She was more savage than he. Draca watched in horror this monster he had created, who would betray him.