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Sire, please...

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I slowly woke up from my deep sleep. Groaning slightly as I felt something hard under my head. I opened my eyes. My vision was blurry which only made me groan more. Looking around, all I could see was the silhouette of a man over me. As my vision came into focus, I began to recognize him. With his soft, pink lips he smiled down at me. His emotionless hazel eyes and high cheek bones made him look almost like a model posing for a shot. He flipped the straight black bangs hanging over his face. His actions flowed in the most perfect of ways, almost as if he were moving in slow motion.

“I was coming to think that you would never wake up,” he said jokingly, but the sound was like a gun shot in my head. I called out in pain, leaning over to one side and seeing that the hard thing under me was his legs. When I looked back up at him, he was still smiling. “The pain goes down, I promise.”

I raised an eyebrow, something I wasn’t sure would cause pain. Sadly, it did. I then spoke, my voice raspier, as if I had been smoking cigars for years. “Edgar? What’s going on?”

He lowered his index finger over my lips lightly and shushed me. “Do not speak, little one. It will only hurt you more. The transformation requires full relaxation.”

I began to sit up, feeling more and more pain as I did, but he forced me back down, gently yet strongly. He shushed me again and began brushing through my hair lightly. I closed my eyes and he whispered, “Everything will be fine. Just relax and leave yourself to me...”

He continued to talk, but a few minutes in I drifted back into a deep sleep, dreaming of peaceful nothingness...


A FEW HOURS LATER; IN THE EARLY MORNING

I woke up again, my eyes immediately adjusting to the low light. With this newly found sense of sight, I realized that I definitely wasn’t where I had been before. My head lay on a soft pillow while the rest of me touched the cold concrete ground. Looking around, I saw that I was in an alley. The smell of rotten trash and mouse droppings filled the air around me. The smells seeming stronger then they usually were, I coughed and crinkled my nose in disgust before standing.
I looked around a bit, seeing only trash and grim, until I turned around as saw him standing there. He leaned against a brick wall, smirking lightly as he looked back at me. “You can stand. That’s good.”
I cocked my head slightly, something I did out of confusion. He just chuckled and started to walk closer to me. His steps seemed so elegant, almost as if his feet didn’t touch the ground. As he approached, he put his hands lightly on my hips and looked me over slowly, standing close but far enough away that he could still search me with his eyes. Impatient and self-conscience as I was, I started to tap my foot. “What’s going on? Why am I not home?” My voice surprised me, sounding much less pitchy then it usually did. He just looked up and smiled at me, gripping my waist firmly.

He completely ignored me. “My, my. It looks like you’ve changed quite a bit, haven’t you? And not just your voice...” he smirked slightly and looked down again.

I practically slapped him. “Edgar! What’s gotten into you?” The truth of the matter was that Edgar her was my boyfriend. We had spent the last half year together. Attending school football games, going to fancy dinners, just goofing off on the couch. He was the most amazing guy, so carefree, funny even. This was nothing like he regularly was.

He smiled at me. “Does it hurt?” he asked.

“Fuck yeah it hurts,” I snapped at him. He laughed, running a hand through my hair gently. I jerked away from him. “What the hell is going on?” He held my face in his hands and looked me dead in the eyes. He groaned, almost like he didn’t want to tell me.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” he asked me. I narrowed my eyes and he started laughing again, that low sinister laugh that he had just introduced to me. “Nothing bad happened...well...nothing really bad.”

“What did you do to me?” I demanded, almost in a whisper because I was so close to pleading. I could feel a change within me, I couldn’t place it, but something was definitely different about me. My throat burned like I had just swallowed boiling water. He sighed and moved his arms around my waist so he could hold me closer.

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