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The ForSaken Trilogy |
| Written by Jessica | |
| Sunday, 11 May 2008 | |
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Share it:      My birthday, I had been looking forward to this day since I turned 14, and it was a saturday, the best day to have a birthday. There had been no indication that that day would be the end of everything I thought was real. I almost flew into the bathroom, my heart sprouting wings. My father and I lived alone in the small apartment at the ground floor of a 70s building. I hated living inside such a miserable-looking building but since mother died, we had been unable to find anywhere else to live that did not cost too much. I watched my father slave through the days, stuck behind an out dated computer that took a long, long, time to start. It made me guilty that I could not do more to help him out of his obvious depression, but what could I do when he did not tell me what was wrong. I wanted to ask him what was wrong but I was afraid of the temper that sometimes flared whenever the wrong thing was said. "Go to your room Kiyoko... Please..." father cupped my face in his hands, "You are so beautiful, don't frown, don't spoil what you are gifted with..." he lent toward me and kissed my forehead. I had never felt so suspiscious of him before this. Instead of going to my bedroom like I had been told to, I crept into the study, closing the door behind me as quietly as possible. The computer seemed to take longer than ever to start; perhaps it was doing this on purpose, a cruel trick of fate that tensed my muscles. When the login screen finally appeared, more than twenty minutes later, I had felt desperate and eager to know what I would find. I could hear the television through the solid oak door and so I knew that my father could not hear the clicks of the mouse, nor the annoying beep of the computer. I remembered his password from when I had seen him use it two day's before and I found it easy to enter his account. I held my breath as I read the email for the third time; I had thought that I could no longer be shocked by anything that I saw.
...Why do I have to pay so much for a little girl... What was this? Was this real? ...If you want her out of your life, why the hell do you deny me this?... The television in the other room suddenly fell eerily silent, the click of the power turning off echoing in my head as I sat, frozen, forever waiting... -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I had been woken up by shouting in my ear, "Wake up, Kiyoko! Get dressed, ask no questions." it had been my father's voice in my ear, panicked and rushed, but for a moment it seemed to alien. "There is a debt to be repayed, I am sure that you are aware of this, Kiyoko, do not make this more difficult than it already is for me." I almost choked. I wished that it was he who had to pay, not me who had to pay, the price but there was nothing that I could do to change what was.
I stood in front of my father, crying into a white lace handkerchief that my mother had given me last week; it would be used now that I knew what was to become of me. Part of me felt as though it was numb, I could no longer understand how, or why, my father could be so heartless; but the other part of me accepted my fate. "Kiyoko, I do not want to do this but there is no other way." father's eyes closed as if he was defeated, "It will be better for you, in the long run..." I shivered as I tried not to think of why it was not good for me. I stared, paralysed, as Satoshi, my betrothed and soon to be husband, entered the room, ready to collect his human prize. I struggled to break free, I felt the chains around my wrists against my bones, surely there must be a way of loosening the shackles, and surely there must be an escape. He glanced at me briefly before turning to my father; my mother had sworn that she would have no part in the transaction between Kazuko Mazuka, her husband, and Satoshi Odaka, a wealthy business man in need for a young servant. I felt my heart drum in my chest. He had brought a briefcase with him, its black leather casing reflecting how precious the content was. "Are you sure that you want Kiyoko," my father shot an unconcerned glance in my direction, "and not my darling Rui?" he asked this in his fluent Japanese; he looked at me with a puzzled expression; this did not offend me, I would rather it was my sister than me being sold into slavery. Satoshi laughed and smiled slightly and replied, his Japanese sharp and cutting, "Certainly, Kiyoko will serve me well, I foresee. How old is she, I am sorry to say that I have forgotten..." my body has stiffened, I prayed that he would tell the truth and say that I was just fifteen. "Eighteen." my father lied, smiling as he studied the briefcase, filled with clean, crisp, yen notes, "just as you specified." How could he just stand there, lying through his teeth, just to get his hands on some money? "Good." Satoshi applauded, holding me still as my father undid the restraints with a large, blackened, key, which seemed to have been made in order to intimidate me. I heard Satoshi breathe deep, stunned at what was revealed, and turned to my father. "What is this?" Satoshi asked, hissing almost, taking my hand in his as he comforted me silently. No one had touched me in this way before and I could feel my cheeks glow. How embarrassing, I thought. I noticed that my father had been silent, as he looked away from me, away from the blood and gore; typical that he was the only one unable to face what he had done, "Answer me." Satoshi growled, baring his teeth, fixing his fathomless blue eyes on father's pale face. "You said to do whatever was necessary to keep her secured for your arrival, I..." Father trailed off, silenced without Satoshi having to say a word, looking down at his chunky hands. Something is his tone made it clear that his word was law, that nobody ever displeased him without consequences. "She was not to be harmed, wasn't that your order?" he said simply, glowering, "I don't think that Kiyoko's wrists indicate good keeping..." I felt his tanned arms around my body; as if he was shielding me, protecting and saving... on what grounds did he feel he had to do that? Then I thought, perhaps more affected by my wounds than he had been previously letting on. "Here," Satoshi threw a bag of coins at my father, he moved out of the way just in time, "Keep the change and don't go near her again." he took my hand in his and squeezed it as if he were reassuring me that I was safe with him and that everything was going to be alright. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I felt my heart beat faster as Satoshi held me to him, his arms protecting me from the evils in the world; from the cold hearted villians that seemed to forever stalk me. I felt so safe in his arms, so secure, I thought that nothing could be better than this but would I have felt so safe with him if I had known what he was? "Thankyou." I had said this many times since we arrived at his 5th story apartment and yet it did not seem like enough to merely say this and I knew that I would have to repay him some other way, only I shuddered to think what that 'Other Way' might be. I hoped that he wanted nothing more than my thanks. He seemed like a respectable man who would not take advantage of someone in need of care like myself. "Your welcome, I felt bad about the whole thing really and I knew that I could not have left you there in his hands." he stared at me then, really stared, like I had grown a foot from my ear, or something. I wondered why this was, why he had saved me from a life of slavery, with no hope of ever becoming free, to forever be serving someone's every whim. "I'm just so grateful, who knows what might have happened if someone else had brought me..." Satoshi placed one cold finger on my lips to silence me while he leant into my neck and took one deep enhale, as if he were smelling a just-baked cake, delicious and sweet. I felt a little awkward as he began to mummer something that I did not understand. "At last... bite... no harm..." I heard him as he licked his lips, I shudderd and tried to break free from his iron grasp. Irrational, stupid, and silly; I had never believed in vampires before and I would not begin to now... but whenever I thought this way it all made sense... I had to stay away from him... I had to find a way to escape... XxX "What's the matter?" he had asked me as I frantically thought of a way to remove myself from the situation safely and quickly. How could I answer him when the lie, that I was thinking about how good my life would be now, would be as transparent as glass? I could not tell him the truth, no, that would be foolish to say the least. I had noticed that his teeth had grown dramatically since the day before, the day of my suposed selling, they were pointed like stakes and sharp like razors. Impossible, my mind must have been playing a cruel trick on my eyes; there was no such thing as vampires and I would not allow myself to get sucked into a world of monsters and demons, but the teeth scared me still. "Nothing's the matter," I reply, unable to stop the hint of fear that coated my voice like syrup over pancakes and the tremor in my voice was evident. "I am just so... grateful," I emphasized the word to mask the lie; how could I be grateful to anyone that had already scared me more than anyone had before, "that you have saved me." The look upon his face said everything that he could not. "I won't hurt you." Satoshi assured me, not sounding so sure that he could follow through with the promise himself. He felt my face with his hands, his thumb carressing the old scars, "Unless it is necessary anyway, ." I wanted to believe that he would be able to control whatever the animal was that lurked benaeath the surface of his suave exterior but I found that it was hard to control the intincts that warned of the danger. "You must relax, love." he assured me in that silky smooth voice that tempted me, even now, when I had my doubts over his humanity. I cringed away from him as he brought me closer and held me to his chest. Everything had gone silent as his large hands wrapped themselves easily around my neck, pinning me to him. My breath caught in my throat as he laughed and held my head to one side, "This might hurt a little," Satoshi warned, smiling to himself as if reliving a pleasant memory, "but you'll thank me for this later." The pain was worse than I could have ever imagined, worse than anything I had yet felt, worse than anything I would ever feel again. I struggled against him as his giant fangs sucked the prescious life from me. I was not killed but my soul, my reasons for living, were. I am never going to die, I am forever going to be hating Satoshi for what he has turned me into, I am always going to be hating my father for condeming me to death. I am never going to forgive myself for not killing myself sooner.
Le Fin
Copyright 2008 Jessica |
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