Once upon a time

I'm miles from where you are,
I, lay down on the, cold ground,
I pray that something picks me up,
and sets me down in your, warm arms

Once upon a time, there was a girl named Jac, who didn't have much luck with men. At the end of her wits, she threw her boyfriend out, leaving her to pay the bills all by herself.
To do this, she had to work some extra hours at a local cafe, where she started noticing an unusual yet beautiful woman who frequented the coffee bar. The woman would come for coffee at least once a day, and would often sit in the window, watching the people come in and out.
Jac noticed on a few occasions that the stranger would watch her too.
She found herself strangely attracted to the dark mysterious figure, and one day she finally plucked up the courage to talk to her.
The strangers voice was alluring, and Jac found herself asking the woman to meet with her, overjoyed when she agreed and they went out for a drink.
The evening went beautifully, and by the end of it, Jac was willing putty in the woman, Tarvoris' hands.
Tar had offered to walk her home, but on the way back to her flat from the bar, they were jumped.
Jac was astonished by the speed and strength of Tar, who quickly dispatched two of the assailants. But Jac was caught off guard and grabbed, only for everything to go black.

When she awoke, the whole world felt different. She could see microscopic details, hear sounds from miles away, her movements were fast and fluid and graceful. And there was the thirst. The unbelievable need to drink something... but not anything Jac had ever known.

She panicked and locked herself in a cupboard, until Tar brought her a glass of red, congeiled liquid. Blood. Jac's senses went mad, and she knew then what had happened to her. She was a Vampyre.
She listened for hours as Tar explained everything to her. She was in fact a Dhampyr, like tar who had turned her. She would have died had Tar not done. She said that she would rather be dead, but there was no feeling behind it. She told Tar she was a monster, but secretly, she already loved the woman who had saved her life.

Unable to control herself any longer, Jac threw herself at Tar, and they spent the next 36 hours in bliss. But the bliss was shortlived, and the Vampyre that survived Tar's defence had turned a group of roudy youths into cold blooded killers.
In an attempt to keep their town safe, The pair attacked the coven, only to have to retreat. Tar whisked Jac away to a hotel, leaving her instructions on where to go, should Tar not return. Then she went back to take care of the Vampres.

When Tar didn't return, Jak followed her instructions, only to find herself in a bar in Manchester, owned by a woman named Rayven. Except Rayven wasn't a woman. Rayven was a Lichen, or Werewolf.

Jac sat at the bar and waited for Tar to return to her. It wouldn't be long, she knew. Tar had promised.





Once upon a time... my life didn't seem like a scary story.

Jac x