Excerpt From "The Alligator and the Crocodile"
She made her way into the once inhabited brownstone. It was easy enough to gain the owners trust and then kill them. At least, that’s what Cassius had told her. She was not with him when he met them. If she had been, she and Cassius wouldn’t have lived there at all.
You see, Varinia didn’t like it when he killed people, even if he was her maker. She hated him. Hated everything that he stood for. She had hated him when he had taken her from her family, and hated him when he made her his bride. This vampire took away her innocence, he took away everything that she stood for and he took away her heart.
When she opened the door to her room Cassius was there waiting for her, sitting in her reading chair by the window. Varinia had the largest room in the house. Only because she told him that if he didn’t give it to her that she would never come back again. The room was barren, all except for that chair, her coffin and a bloodstained mattress, but she loved it all the same. It was a place where she could escape from him and his tyranny. The only problem was that he had a key to the door.
“What do you want, Cassius?” she asked him in a language long forgotten.
“You,” he answered in English. “As always.” His voice was deep and dripped with an icy chill that never warmed no matter how content he seemed. His face was that of Roman and his hair was of the darkest chestnut. In looks, he was rather beautiful, but in everything else, he made her skin crawl. Especially with his inquires. “But that is beside the point,” his heavily accented voice continued its prying into her skull. “Where have you been, Rinia?”
He used the nickname that she had hated ever since he had given it to her. A flash of Jake’s smiling face went through her mind and she almost smirked in respond. Almost. “I don’t think that is any of your business,” she said in English.
“None of my…” his voice trailed in its anger, and he closed his eyes to it. “You have been gone for almost a week. I think I have a right to know where you have been.”
“Nowhere in particular.” She told him. He would have to live with not knowing. The last thing she wanted to do was have him follow up on where she was. “Besides, I have been gone longer than that before and you have not worried. Why so worried now?”
Cassius stood, opening his eyes. “Why am I worried?” he asked, walking up to her almost human slow. “Because you are my mate, Rinia. You and I should never be apart.” He touched her face softly, and it took all of her strength not to spit in his face. He kissed her gently on the lips. “I love you, and I do not know what I would do without you in my life. We haven’t made love in over a decade. Do you know how that makes me feel?”
She walked around him towards the bed, and then decided to stand by the window. He turned to look at her, not moving from where he now stood. “I don’t care how it makes you feel. I know it makes me feel free from you and your control.”
“We chose this life, Rinia,” he said softly. “We chose it together.”
She shook her head, the rage boiling through her slow flowing blood. “I did not choose to live this life, Cassius,” she spat at him. “I did not choose to be rape and turned into a monster! I did not choose to be your mate, and do not choose it now!”
In one swift movement, he grabbed her by the shoulders, throwing her up against the window, shattering it. “Now you will not have a choice! Now I will choose what you will and will not do! I am your husband!”
“You are my master,” she hissed. “There is a difference.”
He backhanded her with all of his might, and she heard her cheekbone crack under the pressure. With such a forceful blow, she would bruise and bleed, and it would take hours for her to heal. She felt her knees crumble under her as it rocked her whole body. It seemed like an hour before she hit the floor, but it was only seconds. Then she felt the bones in her face shift and try to reform, but they were too broken at that moment to fuse and heal. She stood, and hit him so hard that he flew back into the wall and it cracked.
Varinia couldn’t stay there another minute, and in a flash she was out of the house, and down the street. Her name, which was being screamed by Cassius, was echoing in the night air around her...
By: Laura Del (a.k.a. The Fiction Writer)