ST- Prologue

Alright well here is the prologue.. I have changed this so many times.. ha I am mostly happy with it, though the beginning part is still giving me problems, but oh well! After I post the chapters here I am going to try this new writing method I learned and see if that helps at all.. so who knows.. anyways.. two posts in one day! Crazy I know! Enjoy and may you always be reading!! =)



Sweet Torture


Prologue:



“Do you have to go to the army? We need you here. Your father is sick and I can’t take care of him by myself.”

“I’m sorry, but I need to do this. If I am recruited, I get paid for it and I can send it back here to help you out.” Her eyes pleaded with me, but I gave her a big hug and headed out the door towards the recruiting tents. As I left one word, “Drake…” floated to my ears.



Valentine had been doing this recruiting job for a while, trying to find his perfect match. When he had been made he never thought he would get bored or lonely enough with this life to want a companion by his side; but now he did. He craved for someone who would follow him no matter what and maybe every once in a while allow for some good conversation. He basically wanted a minion, albeit a smart minion.



Valentine tried not to look bored telling these men yes or no, telling them whether they were good enough to sacrifice their life for their country or not. They were just humans; he didn’t care if all of them died as long as he could find his companion. As long as he could find the one to turn, to make like himself, the one who would be the perfect match for him. He perked up a little as the energy hit him; someone in line smelled delicious and Valentine wanted him. Valentine started saying yes to everyone, not even looking at their papers, eager to have this man in front of him,

The closer he got the more his smell intoxicated Valentine. He must have that man for himself. Valentine touched the young man’s mind and discovered that his dad was dying and he was the only son. He also found out the young man’s name; “Drake…” Valentine whispered to himself. Valentine forced his way into the thoughts of the office talking to Drake,, telling the man that Drake was not to be let into the army; he was an only son with a sick dad, he had to be there to help his dad and to support his mom.

From Valentine’s seat, he could hear Drake’s frustration when he was rejected and Valentine let a small smile play across his lips before telling more men yes or no. He saw Drake turn to leave and knew that he had to get to Drake’s house before he did. Valentine left his table; making sure to insert thoughts into the other officer’s minds, letting them think it was OK for him to leave. No one questioned him as he left and he was at Drake’s house two seconds later. Upon entering Drake’s house, Drake’s mom was the first person Valentine saw. He was immediately upon her before she even had a chance to see him, taking a snack from her, then breaking her neck. He went into the father’s room, saw him looking so pathetic lying in bed and cut his throat open. The blood smelled sickly; Valentine left it untouched, he would wait for Drake. A few minutes later Drake walked through the door saying, “Well you got your wish, Ma, they rejected me. Said they wouldn’t take a dying father’s only…” Drake stopped, taking in the scene around him. He saw his mom, half sitting in her favorite chair, her head at an odd angle. An acrid smell hit his nose; the smell of blood strong in the small house. “What in the hell…?” Valentine grabbed Drake’s shoulder, forcing him to turn and face him. Drake was instantly lost in Valentine’s eyes; he saw only joy there, joy that he had always wanted, away from his sick father and tired mother. “Celestine…”, Drake whispered, seeing her in Valentine’s eyes, reaching out to her, trying to keep her with him.. Drake grimaced as Valentine drew his mouth closer to Drake’s neck, but the grimace soon turned to a grin as the pain of Valentine’s teeth was replaced with pure joy; albeit fake joy, but joy that Drake had only ever known with his elusive girl, Celestine, and would never know again.