Blood Ties

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Part II: Remembering Old Wounds

The lithe frame of the girl barely more than sixteen years was leaning over the body of a woman now. Blood coated the brown dress that covered the dead woman's form, the flesh of her throat ripped open and still dripping a few drops of the precious liquid that once flowed through her body. Short blond locks brushed against the edges of those cheeks, a few strands of hair skimming over the blood that coated her mouth and chin.

Red rimmed, yellow eyes changed in a sudden realization back to the normal green now. Horror was written in her features as she started to pant now, hands gripping the shoulders on the body that was in her lap and shaking it. Tears welled up in those eyes, a few slipping down her cheeks as she began to shake as well. "Mama.... Mama...." her voice was wavering for a few moments before a sob was ripped from her throat, letting her pain echo through the large now empty house.

It was then she heard the tapping of those shoes. She panicked now, someone was going to find her with her mother in her lap, covered in her blood. She looked up then seeing those black dress shoes in front of her, black dress pants, her gaze moved farther up, and she froze, staring up at the man there. It was Maxwell. He was the one her mother was marrying her off to. She was waiting for him to be shocked, to yell, to snatch her up and take her to the sheriff.

Maxwell just smiled down at her now, a warm, caring smile. As if her mother wasn't dead in her arms and that blood wasn't on her face. Gabrielle felt more frightened by that smile than the fact that she had killed her own mother. Maxwell offered a hand down to her now. "Come Gabrielle. Come with me.... you belong with me."

She felt like he was drawing her into those pale blue eyes of his. Her own hand reaching up and taking his own now, and he pulled her up with little effort. He rested his fingers under her chin and tilted her head up and leaned down slowly as if to kiss her, instead, he flicked his tongue over those blood stained lips. Gabrielle pulled back appalled, staring at him. In that instant she knew he was the one that had done this to her. All of this was his fault, his doing, his will.

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It had been a hundred years since he had condeamned her to the darkness with him. To this own personal hell, to a marriage of which she could never escape. She was made to play the part of a dutiful wife now in this town in this country, America as it had recently been named. She prefered London, her home, though part of her knew she might never see it again because Max wasn't fond of it. Too much dreary weather he told her. They had been here in this city for some time now, New York it was called.

Max had been keeping her as a... a trophy of sorts. A beautiful young thing that was his. She wasn't even allowed to go out and hunt on her own, he drug some poor bloke home after he'd fed and let her have them, then she had to get rid of the body by burning it, only after ripping it into pieces. Then afterwards she had to clean up that mess. She had threatened to leave him once, and he'd beat her until she was sore and aching and he hadn't let her feed for a week. That had stilled her mouth and her threats, that had been fifty years ago though. She was just broken and trapped here, and though Max resided with her, she was alone.

She was sitting quietly at the table now, waiting almost impatiently now for Max to return home, just to know that she wasn't the only one in the house. She heard the door open and rose from her chair eagerly now, she wore a long simple green dress now, the fashion of the time. The smile on her face broadened as she saw the stranger now stepping into the foyer, Max close behind him. "Darling is that you?"

Max smiled, "Yes dear. I've brought us some company." He rounded the corner and was flanked by two young men now. "These boys need a place to sleep tonight. I assured them we have enough room and it would be no trouble." Gabrielle took in the features of the two boys now. They were both tall, much taller than she. But those green orbs of hers lingered on the tallest one, the one with the ashen looking blond hair. He had a scruffy bit of stubble on his face and he had icy blue eyes. He nodded his head to her now. "Ma'am."

Gabrielle smiled to him. "Good Eve to you Sir. I'm Gabrielle, Max's wife." She hated that line, they had never been married but he treated her much like one. Her attention lingered on him a few more moments. "I'm David, and my chum there is Marko." Her gaze then moved over to the other now. They took in the long wavy locks that feel down the younger man's back, and his darker blue gaze that was roaming over her as her own was roaming over him. She smiled warmly to them, "A pleasure to meet you both."

"Dear... why don't you get down that wine I've been saving? It's quite nippy out tonight and we could use something to warm us up." Gabrielle looked almost shocked at him. She knew he was talking about the wine he had given her the night before she had killed her own mother over a hundred years ago. "Alright Max...."

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For about a month things had only gotten worse in their house. Max was constantly jealous of her looking at David and Marko now. Though Marko didn't quite pose a threat, David pushed the limits to the extreme even when Max was around. Having earned both of them several slaps or punches; still David didn't seem to learn the lesson Max was trying to get across to him. That Gabrielle was his.

David had returned early, knowing Max was still out hunting, he loved to hunt, to find that perfect victim and draw everything from them before you took what you really wanted, their blood. David let a grin stretch over his features as he saw her milling about doing idle things. He moved over behind her and leaned in beside her ear. "You don't have to wash plates that never get used, Gabrielle."

She tensed slightly at his closeness, those words in her ear, making him hardly a breath away from her. "Even prisioners get chores to do, why should I be any different?" She tried to ignore him, though it never did any good, he hated to be ignored. So maybe she was helping cause all this trouble they were getting in. David just chuckled softly and that chuckle sent a shiver though her.

David rested his hands on her shoulders, leaning in letting his lips brush her ear as he spoke. "You're only a prisioner if you keep letting him chain you up. Or maybe you like him to treat you like that?" Gabrielle turned around, green eyes narrowed dangerously at him now. "And maybe you're just a bas-"

Her words were cut off by his lips over her own and she reeled back from him, breaking the contact they had shared for just a breif moment. "Bastard." She whispered now. David just smiled at her now. "Is that the best you can do?" He propped his hands on either side of her now, preventing any escape she had. "Max will kill you... me...."

"We're immortal sweetheart. Best he can do is bruise us up, he's too lonely to kill anyone." He stared at her hard now, "But you're even lonelier than him aren't you?" Gabrielle felt dumbstruck, he could read her to easily to her liking. "Get away from me David..." She turned her head away from him, closing her eyes. David took hold of her chin and gently turned her head back to face him, he waited until she opened her eyes and looked at him before speaking. "I'm not going anywhere."

"What are you two doing?" Gabrielle felt almost frozen by the malice in the voice that flowed into the room. She could see the shocked look in David's eyes but he was yanked away from her violently and tossed into the wall across the room. She had tried to reach out and stop it, but Max caught her arm with his other. "And you... you little harlot." His eyes morphed to those vampiric eyes, and she was cowed by them somewhat. "You will learn your place!"

Something in those words broke through to her and she narrowed her own eyes up at him, yanking her arm free with a bit of effort. "My place!? My place is away from you, from this prison I've been living in! I do not belong to you! I belong to no one!" Max was enraged by this, reaching out for her but he only grasped air, she was using her speed to escape him now. He was following to the door but she was moving over the ground, then through the skies before he could follow, she only heard the angry yell that followed after her.

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Gabrielle shook her head a bit as she stared at the still sleeping and healing form of David on the floor of the cave. She sighed a bit. Marko was out hunting now, it was for the best. He had to get his strength up and this would make him feel better than being brought his meal. "Memories..." she muttered under her breath and closed her eyes.