April 12, 1922
It was a full house. People were dancing, shouting, and having a great time. Everyone was eager to see the beautiful, Raven Hart in person.
Raven was sitting in her dressing room, drenched in sweat and trying to control her breathing. She peeked outside, observing the crowd.
"I cannot do this, I cannot do this," she whispered over and over again, her pulse quickening with anxiety.
"Yes, you can, Raven. You do this every night you have a show," her friend, make-up artist, and hair-stylist, Eddie said as he pulled her into the chair. "Let me help you skip through all of this nonsense," he began, "You're going to worry yourself sick, I'm going to make you feel better, you're going to knock their socks off, then we'll do it all over again next weekend."
Raven felt her cheeks flush at his words, knowing that he was right. She slowly began to breathe normally as he applied the make-up to her face. She felt a sense of calm spread over her as he painted on, what she felt, was a new identity... She felt the shy, twenty-two year old girl disappear into her subconsciousness. She was now Raven Hart: The Star.
Her entire demeanor changed as she observed herself in the large mirror and Eddie could sense it. It was amazing how a little make-up could completely transform her into a totally different person...
"Now that's what I'm talkin' about," Eddie said with a smile as he clapped enthusiastically.
She looked over her shoulder with a smirk and threw her shoulders back and strutted confidently on stage. She started the show with the usual 'How ya doin?' and 'I hope yall have a good time', temporarily pocketing her proper way of speaking to match her crowd.
When the music started, she belted out the lyrics like she was born to be on stage, even boldly walking offstage to sing to a few gentlemen in the audience. As she was wrapping up the show with her final song, April Showers, she saw him: pale, stern, and focused intently on her. His fair skin made him stand out like a sore thumb among the sea of dark faces, staring up at her. He was frightening, he was beautiful... unbelievably so. Too beautiful to be there alone, sitting there in the corner, ogling her. It was odd how she had to force herself to look away from him numerous times during the song.
"Whenever April Showers come a-long..." she ended with a smile. A roar of applause and cheering flooded the room, she blew the audience a kiss, waved, and thanked the crowd for coming and wished them a safe trip home.
She walked into her backstage dressing room, closing the door behind her. She took off her heels: her feet ached, she sipped some water: her throat hurt, and she leaned on the sink: she was exhausted, but she was happy. Pride bubbled to her brim, she looked in the mirror and smiled at the beautiful woman that stared back at her.
She turned on the water and began to wash her face. Along with the make-up, she washed away confidence and pride, she washed away hopes and dreams. She looked at the same mirror that once contained the beautiful belle, now harboring what she felt, was plain, old Raven. She grabbed her towel, dried her face, and looked into the mirror. She jumped to her feet, her heart skipping a beat, and her scream lodging in her throat when she saw the beautiful, pale gentleman from the audience staring back at her with a menacing grin.
"Hello, Raven," he said softly, "you did very well, tonight." He took a step toward her, causing her to back away clumsily.
"Y-you are not supposed to be in here," she managed to choke out, "this is inappropriate, indecent, and not allowed!"
He laughed cruelly, "Honestly, my dear, I do not care what is inappropriate, indecent, or not allowed. I am here to test the boundaries of all three."
Raven's eyes widened in realization, darting around seeking an escape route. She found no other option but the door... With fear gripping her lungs, she darted for the door. Barely making it more than a few feet, she was on the ground, lying face down with his cold body on top of her.
"You cannot run from me, pretty girl," he growled in her ear, licking the lobe, "it is physically impossible for a human to outrun a vampire."
Her heart pounded in her chest with such a fury, she feared it might burst.
"Who are you?" she asked, fearfully, "And why me?"
"It does not matter who I am or why I chose you, the only thing that matters is that I am going to free you, Raven." He said pressing cool kisses to her neck.
"Free me? What do you mean: 'Free me'?" she asked, her voice no more than a whisper.
"I can show you better than tell you, Raven." he smirked, looking into her big, brown eyes, "but I want you to still be warm for this..."
His sharp fangs presented themselves. Upon seeing them, Raven was paralyzed with fear.
He reached between their bodies, freeing his hard cock and pressing it against her covered pussy. She trembled from the cold and terror. "Please do not do this," she begged, "I have never been with a man before."
He released a throaty chuckle, "Do not worry, sweetheart, you will not be with a man tonight, either."
With that, he reached two fingers under her dress, ripping the thin fabric of her panties. He then entered her roughly. Pain seared through her body, she barely let out a whimper before his quick, icy hand covered her mouth as she screamed loudly. Tears fell down her face, to her temples, to her ears as she continued to scream and cry.
He quickly grew tired of the pointless screams, "If you do not shut your fucking mouth this instant, I swear to God, I will rip your fucking throat out!"
Upon hearing his threat, her cries became nothing more than silent sobs as she laid motionless as he continued to rob her of her innocence. After awhile, she felt his body tense up and soon after, felt wave after wave of cool liquid coat her insides. He collapsed on top of her for a moment, spent.
He looked at her and smiled. "You freed me, now it is time for me to return the favor."
Raven did not care anymore, she felt violated and worthless. He could kill her, drain her dry, and leave her for the buzzards for all she cared.
He leaned into her neck and bit into her jugular. She no longer had strength or will to fight him, no more than a whimper left her mouth. He drank for what seemed like hours, when she began to grow cold. It was odd because he seemed to grow warm.
She faded in and out of consciousness until she blacked out....
She opened her eyes and instinctively licked her lips, something delicious was there. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and looked at it: blood.
She sat up dizzily when she saw him sitting in her chair, a wound on his wrist growing smaller before her eyes.
He stood, walking over to her. "One day you will thank me," he said, giving her a peck on the cheek.
He walked out the door, yelling behind him, "Find someone to eat and be inside before dawn." That was the last time she had ever seen him.
When she focused, she felt awesome. She stood up and stretched and walked to the mirror. She saw that beautiful belle in the mirror, yet again, but something was different...
Her eyes were a brighter brown, her skin was smoother, and her hair was silkier. She smiled...she had fangs.
Upon seeing this beautiful creature in the mirror, she swore she would never go back to the insignificant little nothing that she used to be... never again.
~*~*~*~
-Raven-
I shook the surprisingly non-traumatic memory from my mind. I looked at Keegan, he stared back at me through half-closed eyes, his erection straining against his jeans. His grey eyes pleaded with me. With a smirk, I crawled over to him. I lightly pressed my lips against his, his hands began to roam my body with an urgency that even caught me by surprise.
"Do you want me, Keegan?" I asked, leering into his eyes. "Yesss," he hissed into my ear
