A Feral Soul

Prologue

The day I met him, was the day that my fate was sealed. Forever and always.

When my daughter was born I knew that then and there she and my son, Nikolai, named after his father Niklaus, would be the brightest joys in my life. Her little cries had filled the air but neither myself nor the midwife were disturbed by them. I had cradled the bloody mass to my chest, cooing to quiet her down. It had been the height of the harvest season, which was a good time to be born.

Minutes later in the now quite room in walked my husband and our son, both eager to see he newest member. Fresh tears had filled my eyes as they both looked on with adoration. Little Nikki crawled next to me, his finger tracing his sisters cheek as she had suckled to my breast while my husband placed grateful kisses along my hair line.

"What shall we name her?" I had asked Nikolai, careful to keep my voice low while she ate. His grin brightened once given this opportunity.

"Anastasia." He declared waiting for our approval; it was a beautiful name, of course we agreed. Sitting there with our complete family I wish I could go back and make this moment last, for this would be the last day of happiness I'd have the chance to live.

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The next day I had made my way to the market, eager to show my friends and family the little bundle of joy. Nikki had stayed to help with the farm, as he was always excited to help his father. This left myself and Anastasia which usually wouldn't have been a problem save for the visiting Jarl in the tavern watching me. Back then I had no clue why I would've caught his eye, but looking back I knew why.

We were a land of Danes, Norsemen, what people now call Vikings; most of our women were blonde haired blue eyed, roughened skin, occasionally darker hair was mixed in. But this was besides the point, due to our people being Danes meant slaves were brought from all over and eventually their bloodlines mixed with ours. My mother's father was a slave man, had an affair with a woman and eventually a child came of it. He was from a kingdom near Wessex, where our men had raided years prior for fresh land and gold. Due to his foreign blood, my mother was a rarity just as himself; red hair, pale fair skin, freckles kissing her skin, and she was shorter in stature. This of course meant I was given that individuality and foreign beauty, which ultimately would cause my death.

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For the next week the visiting Jarl made many attempts, as he claimed he wanted yet another wife. I turned down every advancement, which angered him. I had no idea the power I had just angered, and was simply relieved when the male had left our village. Little did I know the extent he would go to destroy me.

Years later when I hunted him down, I discovered why he did what he did, why he wanted me gone. He knew that if he had taken away my family I would further pull away and so in a fit of rage he decided no one else could have me if he couldn't. Therefore bringing me to this point; my death.

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"Why are you doing this?" I whimpered, raising the fire poker up at the male watching me with a bored look in his gaze.

"Same reason I kill anyone else. Someone paid the right price." His voice was filled with unkempt boredom as he studied me. My husband was gone, he had been out in the fields helping the new mothers give birth to the foals, and my children were luckily fast asleep. "You just happened to piss off a very rich man." That was all I needed to realize who exactly wanted me dead.

"That bloody Jarl!" I snap out, watching the male smirk a little, his expression now amused. Standing there I watched the man and I knew. I wouldn't survive this, so, with trembling fingers I lowered the fire poker and dropped it to the ground with a dull thud. The drop of my weapon slowed the man significantly, curiosity filling his gaze.

"You will not fight? Are you afraid?" He taunted in a way to cover his curiousness. I shook my head and straightened my back defiantly raising my chin.

"No. I am not afraid. You were paid to kill me not my children. I am okay with dying knowing they will be unharmed." I spit at the man, fists clenching, watching as the blade slid from his sleeve.

"If you had the chance to live, no matter what the cost, would you?" His voice careful with his words, as he was looking for one thing and one thing only; consent.

"Yes." I answer without hesitation, confused because I knew he wouldn't let me go, so why ask.

I wish more than anything I had said no.

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After the assassin had slit my throat and drained my body, he had made sure the last few pumps of my heart were distributing his own blood and the required venom. The man was a vampyre, and something about me had intrigued him enough to want to turn me. The only catch is for a human to be turned into a vampyre, they must give consent, something about their body subconsciously preparing to accept the venom of the vampyre.

That night I died, and when I came back, I was lost to Hunger. My eyes were black, my pupils so dilated the green of my iris could no longer be seen. That night I did unspeakable horrors to the two joys of my life; yet I was still insatiable and when my husband had come home to the destroyed house, murdered children and bloody wife, he too was taken from this world feeding a monster that was once his love.

Lost in Blood Lust at that point, I had proceeded to take out the rest of my village, the norsemen warriors no match for my newborn strength and speed. When I had come out of the massacre, I cradled my mother's head, her face slack with shock and fear; dead. Discovering every single life I had taken, some of them I didn't even feed from, simply killing for sport, my dread had built and built until my legs carried me to my own home where I discovered the love of my life, our children, slain.

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I was a monster. Forever and Always.

A/N: first book with a vampire as the main character lol had this plot stuck in my head. Curious to see how it goes. Thanks for reading!