Blood, not Family
The wedding was beautiful, your sister was glowing as she walked down the aisle to her betrothed. Her smile lit the room with a contagious joy that could be felt even under the veil. Piano notes began to ring across the room as the Wedding March began to play.
Every step she took was in time with the song, her angelic gown bouncing with every movement. Your eyes tracked her as she walked, only turning away when you heard your mother sniffling. Your father rested a gentle hand on her back, comforting her as they both tried to savor this bittersweet moment. Gaze softening at the sight, you look away and return your attention to the altar. She stops by her partner's side, he turns his head to face her and you watch as a genuine smile cracks his stoic expression.
Father John clears his throat, calling for attention from the pair and gestures for the guests to sit. All oblige and you eagerly wait for the ceremony to begin. "Welcome all of you who are near and dear. We gather here today under this roof to celebrate the union of Lady Estrid-" The doors crash open, hitting the wall and vibrating slightly due to the force. "I OBJECT" A voice belted, turning the heads of every individual within the room, including you. It was a man or perhaps a woman? You couldn't tell, as they're features were far too neutral to form an opinion. But they were shockingly gorgeous, knocking the wind from your lungs as you set your eyes upon them and their loose black curls framing their pale white skin and plump, red cheeks. "What'-" Your sister begins her sentence, likely to protest, snapping you back to reality as you swallow to nurse your dry throat. But another interjects, you raise from your seat somewhat to get a look at these intruders. "You were supposed to wait, it is not time yet!" The second voice is much softer, though urgent and sharp, belonging to a young man with skin reminiscent of a cool, rich, umber, his cheeks were without rogue yet his radiant beauty still distracted you. Albeit, the distraction was different from the dazzling being next to him, it was no less breathtaking. Your eyes stuck on the man much longer than need be.
"Elder said we need to wait, that he has a plan." Alarm was raised in your mind at the chosen word, yoru eyes narrow with suspicion as you observe the two beings much closer. The pale one sweeps their eyes across the room, a seemingly malicious smile on their face as they talk. "Oh, I forgot." Shrugging their shoulders, rustling the frills of their coat at the movement, they wave their hand dismissively and continue on. "It will be fine, we have not done anything yet." They step forward, entering the church and suddenly dread runs down your spine. Your sister exhales and tries yet again to speak, stepping off the altar, though her partner attempts to stop her but soon follows nervously, she bundles the sides of her dress in her hands to quickly move towards them. "Forgive me, but I must insist you explain why you interrupted our ceremony." Her stern voice echoes through the building. Your father stands, shoulders tense as he watches the two intruders warily.
Following suit, you stand and reach for your hip, where a small blade rests, in case you have to defend your sister., and slowly approach. The pale one watches curiously as your relatives approach the two of them, the second one, much softer and respectful, rushes to comfort them. "Oh, our apologies, my sibling is far to eager for their own good." He chuckles, trying to smooth over the tension beginning to overcome the attendees. "Eager for what exactly?" Your sister snaps, releasing her dress and crossing her arms, tired of whatever game the two seem to be playing. You notice the pale one's eyes narrow, their strange golden color seeming to glow under the light of the chandeliers. Your steps hasten as you sense a subtle change in demenor, you yank the blade out of it's leather scabbard. But it's too late, your sister's blood spills across the floor as the wretched creature jumps at her. Startled your spouse is slow to react, backing away at first and then attempting to pull the attacker off your sister. "Wait, stop!" He shouts, his verbose voice cracking as he witnesses the death of love. They shove him away with surprising strength, he stumbles but strangely enough doesn't fall.
"Sanguisuge!" Someone shouted, eliciting panic throughout the room, as guess rush out of their seats and try to escape. They don't make it very far, as other creatures begin to attack them, jumping the innocent and viciously ripping at their throat. Gasping, you freeze, barely registering the cries from your mother or your father screaming at you and the others to stab them, to do something, as he begins fending off a Sanguisuge that had attacked him immediately following your sister's brutal mauling. Your legs shake, but your senses soon return and its fortunate that your close enough to stab the pale demon between their shoulder blade. They cry in pain, shrieking and then yanking away from the blade forcing it to be pulled from their skin, it doesn't bleed yet you know they are in pain. Their almond eyes sharpen fiercely as anger overtakes the sadistic grin previously expressed, they hiss, hand reaching behind them to cover the wound, and then they pounce. Your vision is spun as your swung to the ground, a heavy weight collides with you and loud hissing draws attention to another Sanguisuge, one of the guest you realize, who tries to rip your throat out. Quick to react, you thrust your blade into its eye and it screams in pain as your holy blade pierced through its cornea.
Scrambling up and rushing away, you bump into one of the bridesmaid, she reaches for you smearing blood on your sleeve as she begs for help. "H..el..p" Voice gargling from the blood suffocating her, uselessly she applies pressure to the wound on her throat. She collapse and you catch her in your arms, breathing shaking as you watch the life drain from her eyes. Her hand falls and lands on the lovely lavender dress she had worn to the wedding, blood stains it as you slowly lay her down on the floor, once a lovely white marble now unrecognizable underneath the red liquid drowning it. Your breathing quickens and your vision blurs, heart racing you turn your head and look at the scene around you. Various bloodsuckers enjoying the feast they had selfishly secured. They all ignore you as you stumble around the chapel, stepping over the broken pews and trying to find your mother or father. You felt ill as your eyes run over the numerous massacred victims of the ruthless creatures, you knew these people. You grew up with them. What about the children? Your eyes catch sight of a small bloody dress and your stomach swam with discomfort, anger and sorrow setting in as you began to dry heave. The children, even the children. "Oh, god.." The though alone caused you to wretch, bile coating your tongue afterwards and you held your mouth shut to prevent this from reoccurring.
"I am afraid God is not listening dear." A dainty voice speaks, arrogance present in their tone. You turn your head, finding a tall, slim individual standing behind you. A woman perhaps, their features were delicate and their physique remind you of a noble woman's yet they lack a chest. At least you assume they do you can't tell under all the clothes they wear. Their high collared blouse is a dark burgundy, it's sleeves hang gently around their wrists forming a bell shape. A black corset clinches their waist, though you doubt its needed, and attached to the sides is a layered skirt made of an expensive material, such as silk or satin, it matches the corset and falls elegantly around their legs, exposing a small portion of their pants. Dropping the fabric they had bundled in their hands, they clasps their gloved hands together. "God stopped listening centuries ago."
(finally wrote something for you guys, sorry about the week long absence it turns out writing is harder when your in college and struggle with motivation and run out of vitamin D, lol.)