The Dark Proposal Part 22

Watching Daniel from behind, she knew he was antic.i.p.ating what was coming next. All his weeks of tricking her and pretending to love her, followed by a couple of weeks showing the power that he was going to have over her, had all come down to this. His wait was over. He could finally be a master over someone.

The Brothers sat on their thrones again. Vorternon cleared his throat before speaking again.

"Lord Daniel Poncher, part of your newfound privilege is that you are permitted to create another of our kind: pa.s.s our precious blood to a human and make that one like us. We believe our achievement is worthy sharing with others, but it is not easy to choose one. Yet you claim that you have."

"Yes, master," Daniel bowed his head. "It took me a while but I did find someone who is worthy of being like us. I find her to be obedient, flexible, eager, and full of energy."

"Excellent. Those are qualities we look for in a human, for it means their transition would be smooth. Please, bring your human forward."

Daniel turned and extended his hand out to Claire. She took it and stepped up to be beside him. Her heart and breathing picked up pace. She was certain fear was in her eyes.

She looked at the Brothers one by one. They stared back at her, a.n.a.lyzing what would become of her.

Daniel rubbed his thumb over her hand, but his touch was hollow. He didn't look at her.

Vorternon then spoke. "Lord Daniel Poncher, why do you want this human to join us?"

"Because, master," he responded humbly. "It is not easy to spend centuries with the same people, many of whom do not see the world the same as you do. It is also lonely and isolating being what we are. I must admit that is the downside of our existence."

The Brothers nodded and Daniel continued. "When I met Claire McCormick, I felt I could enjoy myself again. She is fresh, lively, and has an innocence to her that is difficult to find among our jaded kind. I hope she does not lose what I enjoy about her."

Claire glanced at him and he looked at her, giving her a slight nod. She lowered her eyes and went back facing the Brothers.

"Then, Claire McCormick, do you accept what is about to happen to you?" Vorternon asked. "Do you understand the existence you are about to have, and what would be expected of you?"

She made herself nod. "Yes," she said, as firm as possible.

"Well now." Vorternon put his hands together and stood, the others following. "What are we waiting for?"

The Brothers held up their hands, palms up, closed their eyes and began chanting in a strange language, probably the one of their ancient tribe. They sounded humble in their chant.

Claire looked up at Daniel, who had turned to face her. His jaw was firm and his eyes were glimmering with a mad excitement. Just like he did with the Ukrainian girl, he ran one hand through her hair and when it got the end, he pulled it down, exposing her throat. She closed her eyes, antic.i.p.ating the pain that was to come.

"Claire," he whispered. She swallowed and opened her eyes. He didn't look pleased that she tried to block out the ceremony, but when he saw she was going to watch, his excitement returned.

Putting his other hand at her throat, he delicately ran his forefinger down where the veins were. He then pulled his head back and his fangs grew out. They seemed sharper and longer than when she first saw them.

Just as the Brothers' chant had gotten louder and more forceful, Daniel brought his head down and punctured her neck. She yelped and groaned, the pain more intense in her antic.i.p.ation.

The room stopped spinning as he sucked the flowing blood from her wound. Claire moaned and gasped as she felt her insides melt away. His sucking was so forceful, she could feel the blood from all over her body move towards his mouth. Her brain rioted. Her heartbeat was getting louder and more painful.

Then the room started to get darker.

As her eyes fluttered, she wondered if this was it. She had reached the end. He had no intention of making her a vampire. He just wanted to boast about how manipulative and powerful he was over humans to his superiors. And they went along to see how good their new Defender was.

In one second, an image of Ava smiling flashed through her mind. With her final strength, Claire begged to Daniel that he would leave the little girl alone.

"Daniel!" came a loud demand.

The chanting had stopped. A gasp from him and he pulled back. His mouth was covered with blood, and his eyes were l.u.s.tful in their fluorescent hue.

"Control yourself," said Casames. "If you want her, you must make her."

Panting, Daniel blinked his eyes a few times before they returned to the normal color. He looked at Claire as though he was seeing her for the first time. She was slumping down in his arms, her skin pale and eyes rolling back into her head.

Removing one arm from behind her, he bit into his wrist and put it up to her mouth. "Claire," he said, still panting. "Drink from me."

She struggled to breath in and focus her eyes.

"Claire, please!" He put the bleeding wrist directly into her mouth and let the black blood drip in.

At first, it had a tangy, metallic taste like any other blood. But as it dripped onto her tongue, there was a sweetness to the blood that aroused her taste buds. She licked at the wound before wrapping her lips around it and drinking. The chanting continued.

The more she drank, the more she could feel her strength returning. She was able to stand up alone. The darkness went away, as did the headache. The blood tasted so good, so warm.

But then with one final suck, she felt like she had drank poison. A stabbing feeling came to her organs, tearing and ripping at her. Her heart lurched forward and twisted. Her head felt like it could literally explode.

She began crying out and writhing. Daniel tried to hold on to her, but she could no longer stand and fell to the floor, twisting around in agony. Whatever was happening to her, she wanted to end, either with death or life.

He squatted beside her and held her down. She could hear the chanting reach fanatical levels.

Her body than crumbled into a ball before jerking straight like a plank. Then it froze. Everything became still, and the chamber grew quiet. The only sound she heard was her heart beating and her breathing calming down.

Her heart began to relax and slow. Then it got slower. Her breathing became more steady.

Then her heartbeats came further and further apart. Until there was no more heartbeat.

She was still breathing.

When she reopened her eyes after her final heartbeat, Claire knew she had changed. The room was not as dark as before. Instead, her new eyesight illuminated everything as though she had night vision. She could even see the faintest dents on the chamber walls. Even Daniel's face looked magnified as he knelt over her, a pleasing smile spreading over his face. It was as if he knew he had done well in choosing her to be like them. She couldn't help but be delighted and she had a smile to her face at every creak and crack. It was like being a newborn.

But within hours, she felt that surge of pain again all through her organs. Her upper jaw ached and her eye teeth grew into two long fangs. She was thirsty.

Horror gripped her as her new reality set in. She truly was a vampire now, and forever she would be desperate for blood. That meant she would feed from whoever she could find.

Frightened, she told Daniel not to take her out hunting, she was not ready. He raised an eyebrow over that and was about to object when Elleso called over one of the slave boys. As he came to her side, all she could see was the bluish tinge of the veins s.h.i.+ning brightly on his neck. A new aroma entered her nose and it was the sweet smell of blood. She had not bitten him yet.

Daniel wanted instruct her on how to bite his neck but her thirst was her guide. Her new instinct took over and she was consuming the kid's blood. She knew that he was moaning from pain and fearing that he might die. But his blood tasted better than everything she ever liked put together and she could have dried him out had Daniel and the Brothers not stopped her. The boy had to be carried away to rest.

"He'll have a headache soon and will be bedridden for a while," Daniel said. "But you did good on your first try. See what I mean? You will adjust easily to this."

Licking her lips, Claire reflected on what just happened. She had treated a living, breathing human being practically as food for her to consume. She didn't know the kid's name or where he was from, but she deeply regretted what she had did. While it was relieving to know she still had empathy, Claire was horrified that her thirst had won over a part of her that was still human. How could she spend eternity like this?

In the middle of the afternoon, in the bedroom, she woke up from her sleep. She tried to take the time to enjoy her new sight and hearing when her eyes fell over to the floor, where sunlight shone from a slight opening of the curtains. Curious, she tiptoed over to the spot, careful not to wake Daniel, and knelt beside the light. She took a deep breath and stuck her index finger into the light and waited. In mere seconds, her finger turned red and gray smoke rose from it. A sizzling sound erupted and Claire cried out in pain. She pulled her finger back and jerked away from the light. She b.u.mped into the bed and saw Daniel was sitting up, a very annoyed expression on him.

"What's wrong with you?" he asked. "Can't you take my word that you cannot be in the sun anymore? Not for many years?" He grabbed her hand, examined the finger before biting into his wrist - the one he did not use the previous night - and let some drops of blood onto the wounded finger. Like medicine, the blood stung her but it healed her finger. She amazed by the quick process, but like when a child touches something burning hot, she learned she was officially unable to be in the sun ever again.

So, the night was her new daytime. The moon was her sun and the stars were now her companions. She would have to rely on her new vision to delight in the flowers, the green gra.s.s and trees, even though it would not have the same affect.

She tried her best not to mourn, but the feeling of loss resonated in her. She kept seeing her friends and family walking beside her, talking and encouraging her that all would be all right. She even saw images of Ava, smiling and giggling as she enjoyed the world around her. Whenever Claire wondered if her niece felt the same way as she did, being a newborn, she stopped herself. Her niece was not mad for blood, and she wasn't capable of killing anyone. Claire felt ashamed of actually a.s.sociating her new life to the baby girl.

A couple of nights later, she and Daniel finally went to Paris. The streetlights shone brightly in the night, almost creating a daylight sensation as they strolled along the streets, taking in the city just after sundown. His arm was wrapped around her shoulders, while her hands were in her coat pockets, her eyes darting around. This was the first time she was out of the mansion since her transformation, and she couldn't stop herself from admiring the world around her. Sure, she was seeing the high end fas.h.i.+on stores with their expensive clothes displayed in their windows, but she was heavily distracted.

"You're going to do more shopping," Daniel was saying as they pa.s.sed one of the stores. "You live in TriBeCa now, and you have no need to dress like a poor college student anymore. Take Hilde with you, or Yvette and Carys. Oh, and don't hold back when everyone gets affectionate, you have nothing to hold you back now. No diseases, no judgment, certainly no pregnancies. Have fun with all of us. Also, when you do go shopping, let me know so I can time you. I can't have you go out meeting with your old roommates, especially before you hunt. Your pale skin would make them suspicious. And be careful how much you contact them..."

His voice trailed off when he finally realized Claire was not paying attention to him. Daniel was irritated, but his face softened when he noticed her awestruck demeanor.

"You are not seeing things," Daniel said. "Your new eyesight is helping you see in the night. Everything looks brighter now than before. I remember when I changed it was nighttime, but it looked like the sun was out. That's how powerful your senses are now."

How true. She could hear not only the thoughts of people as she pa.s.sed them, but also the individual sound of cars driving and horns beeping at the Arc de Triomphe a few of miles away. She could even smell whiffs of perfume and cologne from people across the wide street from her.

But she could also smell their blood, right through their clothes and skin. The scent of blood was like a fragrance to her, because it smelled so sweet to her. But unlike any other fragrance, this one created a maelstrom in her. She could feel the hunger in her eyes and the taste of warm blood in her mouth. She also felt her upper jaw ache and her fangs begin to shape. All she wanted to do was pounce on the nearest person, sink her fangs into them and devour all their blood. It was pure insanity. Didn't she realize she was pa.s.sing human beings, people who had a right to live and weren't to be at her mercy? Walking through the streets became more of a battle to control herself rather than simple sightseeing.

Daniel noticed and squeezed her shoulder. "Don't worry, you'll get use to this. Think of it as sort of a new reflex, only in time this reflex will subside as you mature."

"Will I become less thirsty?" she asked.

He looked at her in disbelief. "Come on, Claire. You'll never be less thirsty. This is your new existence, live with it."

"But you said -"

"What I meant was, as a newborn vampire you are out of control. Just like a human child has to learn to control their impulses, you'll eventually learn to control yours." He then leaned in to hiss in her ear, "Until the time is right and then you can relish in your instincts."

Instincts. It was becoming ever more clear to Claire that she was no longer a simple human being, and her life's destiny had taken a sharp turn. She still couldn't grasp the idea of never dying, and she really didn't want to. All she knew was that she had a long road ahead of her and she hoped it was a path she had wisely chosen.

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