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Rated: 13+ · Campfire Creative · Fiction · Horror/Scary · #1509738
A woman has been taken by an invading group of Vampires to be their offspring's mother.
[Introduction]
BREIF INTRO
I havn't finished the story introduction yet
Here's a breif intro to sum it all up in little detail


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A young woman, Charlotte Maye, lives in a small village in North Wales called Hope. It's far away from any major civilisation and it's populartion is low and neat. There are some scary campfire stories rumoured about the medieval history of Hope, Vampires and revulsive creatures used this land as a mass breeding ground, murdering and raping any animal or human they could lay their fingers on until the humans got smarter and built weapons, the creatures fled once realising they were in danger and have never returned to collect their offspring yet.
         Charlotte works as a cashire in the local petrol station on weekdays and also owns an internet business as a reptile breeder, her home is full of tanks and incubators filled with all sorts of lizards, geckos and the odd snake or two - her favourites are her two leopard geckos (Mercedes and Gemba) and her huge iguana (Don).
         Char has a small short figure, her jeans size is an 18 and she's also socially challenged which all adds up to a 19 year old virgin. Her friends are not too close but she enjoys chatting with them, Deanna (19), Sara (18) and Chris (18). She lives on her own and her parents and 8 year old brother only live down her street, she prefers to keep her distance but other than that, she enjoys her mother's roasts. Char's mind is perplexing, she's not an average person, she suffers extreme obbsessions and her emotions get out of hand very easily, she reads a sad book and she refuses to talk or eat for the rest of the week! Her room, clothes, furniture, everything must be black and dark or she'll freak out and refuse to sleep there but that very rarely happens since she's very carefull to keep her life on track and to keep everything in order and advanced.
         On an ordinary weekend she rapps on her mother's door for her Sunday roasts but no one answers, after a couple of days she gets worried and starts to rapp on her friend's doors and only Deanna and Sara answered and both were in her same situation, Chris has also disappeared. Not long after, she notices that the traffic has gone and nobody comes into the petrol station anymore - She walks home from work to find a pile of human remains inside a skip near an alleyway, the next thing she knows is that a tiny little creature is grinning at her from her feet as it sticks a syringe in her foot. She's paralysed and blacks out.

         She's kept captive and her family have been slaughtered only she warms up these monsters as they have done to her and in the end, she can only choose one Vampire to be with forever although her heart is torn between each of them and the vengence for her family. Who or which fate will she choose and what will be the conciquences.

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SNEEK PEAK
The main plot happens here
Introduction and such is still in progress as is the ending


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The girls behind me quivered and grew pale in perplextion and fear, the sea of masks each with the same expression and their arms wrapped around the identical strangers beside them. The smell was of wax and dust. Typical of a modern yet traditional church with sandstone arches and carefully crafted statues of angels each with divine beauty, it sickens me to believe that the almighty God is in fact a lie and that each centimetre of this masterpiece architecture is for nothing except to bring false hope to gullible Christians. But why are we here? Of all places, we’ve been headed like common cattle to gather in a church? Part of me just shrugs this dilemma off as a publicity stunt that will soon end with a barrier of police outside the entrance balling commands through a megaphone to the group of youths wanting to cause trouble but the other half of me dreads what is going to walk through the two colossal wooden doors at the other end of the church. The atmosphere of the vast holy hall is saturated with cries of horror and dread from the horde of young girls, most of which have already stumbled to the ground unconscious, but I just cant help but feel in my knotting stomach that the worst is yet to come and the cause is awaiting in the small priest quarters beyond the double doors that loom above my insignificant head. Still, I stand in silence, blending in with the flailing women who seem to prance around me in panic searching for an escape like we’re stuck at the bottom of a water tank, of course the entrances are securely bolted, the vile little creatures who brought us here after drugging us to paralyse temporarily on the spot would not have then left the entrance ajar, obviously we’re here for a reason. And I’m positive that the reason is going to bring something else worse.
The girl beside me was younger than me, around fifteen or sixteen, I’d seen her once walking into the petrol station I work for and I served her as she bought some washing power and a Yorkie. Her features were small, almost pixie-like and she had a very distinct mark down the right side of her cheek but her honey blonde hair made it difficult to study as it hid it behind it’s curls – I could tell by the way she held her head to speak to you she’d obviously tried to disguise it as best as she could. She was propped up on her two slender legs directly next to my plump short figure, her hand twitching towards mine. In sympathy and worry I took it into my palm and twined my fingers around hers, she didn’t turn to glare at me with her ice blue eyes like I expected, instead I saw her jaw twitch upwards slightly and her posture relax although in the base of her aura I could still feel the sour radiation of terror roll off of her and slide up my nose, the bitter chemical made my heart ache.
A rattling occurred behind the doors. The moment I’d been terrified of has come. The screams and scuttling halted to silence in the hall; all I could hear was the desperate gasping and heaving of the fellow oblivious mortals. With an extraordinary blast of violent wind, the ancient church doors swung open and balanced of its iron hinges, dust scattered and filled the hall in a grey choking fog and blinded my eyes. When I reached my fisted hand up to wipe my visage of dirt a series of gasps behind me alerted my senses and my lids snapped open to search for the horribly hideous monsters that must have crawled through the double doors lusting our pain, but, all that appeared was a man, a very tall, very beautiful boy in his mid-twenties stood at the altar and grazed the room with narrow golden orbs; his dark golden hair swung in curls that reached to his narrow shoulders and his lean figure confidently stood deathly still in what appeared to be black jeans and shirt elegantly hidden under a ebony leather cloak. He looked as if he’d be welcomed into a seethe of bats. The whole room lapsed into silence as every pair of feminine eyes locked onto the masculine silhouette at the back of the church, my lungs burned in desperation before I reluctantly remembered to breathe. The man’s head scanned over our crowd, turning slowly and carefully, not wanting to miss a person from his gaze, his eyes rolling back into his head every so often before his cold stare lay on mine. My throat closed and my neck stiffened. His stare turned into a harsh glare and then into a hypnotising expression of astonishment, his orbs, still locked onto mind, felt like they were somehow penetrating my head and burrowing into my mind. I winced at the thought. I forced my lids shut wanting to escape the restraint and tried to gasp as the pain thickened. My lids admitted defeat as they peeled back to force my amber eyes to continue the dominance game but the man wasn’t challenging me this time. His white lips were curved into a grin and his chest was shaking. He was laughing at me, his eyes still caressing mine but there was no trace of any negative cruelty in his expression.

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The lump of muscle in my chest began to flex uncontrollably and all heads turned in the hall turned towards mine. In utter confusion I bowed my face and hid under my auburn hair, praying to myself that he would stop showing such a bizarre and amusing interest in me, even the young girl beside me snatched her hand away from mine and retreated a couple of yards. After I felt the sharp stares unhinge from my space I risked a glance at the altar once again and let out a gasp of panic to see that the man has gone, franticly I searched the ocean of feminine faces, each one unique with the same twinge of horror and astonishment but I couldn’t lay my eyes on the unnaturally attractive but hostile male that had obviously had something to do with why we were all here and why our family had disappeared without a trace. Where was he? How did he move so fast? I turned a whole 180 degrees on the spot before freezing again. A finger, soft and cold slithered down the peach flesh of my neck, stopping at my pulsing jugular, adrenaline pumped through my veins instantly but my limbs felt as if they’d crack if I’d made a slight tremor in trying to mobilise myself. I couldn’t feel any of my senses except the feel. The deathly still nail suddenly sunk deeper and pressed roughly on my artery, with a pathetic yelp I jumped forwards and spun violently on my heels only to find the tip of my nose less than an inch away from the man’s. His skin stretched over his slim features like silk in the inner cover of an elegant jewellery box and his thin ivory lips stretched into a half sneer although this eyes were closed and ringed with matte black and his blonde curls were carelessly dangling behind his ears. He leaned his forehead towards me until it rested against mine, his scent reminded me of cinnamon spices and brought painful memories of my childhood back with force, my grandmother, brother and I making cinnamon rolls, there was much laughter and joy that day. Now they’re all gone, my grandmother, brother and everyone else and it must be because of this man, no, this creature. My senses came back to my in an aggressive rush, the sight of this thing this close to me, the sounds of heart-aching sobs from our audience, the feel of his ice skin against mine. I jerked my neck back and disconnected my flushed red skin away from his with hatred and anger circling my mind. He snapped his eyes open and his sneer turned into a devilish grin revealing a menacing row of pearl teeth, he slid a sleek black tongue across his incisors and stared deeply into my widened eyes for what seems to be an eternity before a low growl swept me back into reality time, I turned my head towards the source of the noise behind me and then curved my sight back to where the man had been standing a foot away from my presence, but, to my astonishment, he had vanished.

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I sank to my knees on the harsh marble floor, a cautious ring of women glaring down at me through slit betraying eyes. My stomach rebelled against me as I lurched forwards until I was on all fours, my insides twisted and spasmed in pulses. I realised before long that I was gagging and spluttering aloud, a gentle hand rested on my back but from the corner of my eye I realised it was only a stranger woman, my cotton black top dripped foul liquid on the floor and by it’s scent I knew it was sweat. In a last angry cough I sat back and pulled my legs up to my chin and closed my eyes blocking out the noises and smells, just concentrated on trying not to shiver too much. Before long, a fragile image morphed into my mind. My mother and father, brother and even my reptiles, gripping onto the image with the last precious ounce of hope left in the pit of my stomach I sank deeper into the trance of dreams with a poor curl of my mouth.

Scurrying and shouting awoke me alert and afraid as I leapt a metre in the air with my knees bent and my hands in fists, I looked around and saw the emptiness of the hall and that all of the women had filled out at the opposite end of the church, each one scurrying and grasping onto each other in pure and utter terror eyes wide and mouths ajar reach to scream.

“Ladies, please, show some courage!”

A low velvet voice floated effortlessly slicing the atmosphere with ease but as it reached outstretched to my ears I noted a very will hidden but also obvious force tinted. I whipped my head around before witnessing the sight of the quad of men studding her with great emotions in their expressions. I on the other hand, couldn’t even feel my blood pulsing anymore, as if time itself stood still. The beauty of these young adults was surely enough to drive a woman to go insane let alone try to make a horde of them calm down. All I could mange myself to do was stand. And stare. The blonde one I’d encountered previously was standing at the altar with a very stern expression eyeing the women who were still scrambling to brace themselves, behind him were four others who remained very unique to one another, the most strikingly attractive was the quite obvious ‘guard’ of the group. His chest bulged out of his leather jacket and his arms were thick with veins and lumps of muscles, as I let my eyes trail up his body and I met his utterly hypnotising eyes. I hesitated. He returned the stare with impatience and fury brewing behind them turning his irises deep and menacingly crimson red, I reluctantly unlocked the addicting eye contact with him and looked on behind his silhouette to a quite another extraordinary gaze only this one was not of fury but of, eagerness. He looked younger that the bulky masculine figure still glaring at me out of the corner of my wide eye but his expression was strange and hungry, his features were small and perfect and his lips parted to a gaping grin directed at me specifically, he nodded once then slipped in a brief wink. I blinked. Astonished at the unexpected contact between us. The large masculine figure noticed the younger male’s attitude and sternly blocked my view to him with his huge shape. The blonde male continued his speech.

“I understand this is considerably perplexing to you human females but you must not fear us, we wish not to hurt you but you bore one trait that means the world to us-“

The blonde man paused and slid his gaze to me catching the thought and confusing ticking in my mind, you human females? He finished his sentence whilst once again penetrating my mind.

“We desire your fertility”.

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