I am unsure of how it all began, where it began, or how it even came into being, but I do know where it started for me.
The Ninth Gate.
As I walk towards the dance floor of the Ninth Gate I notice things here are different, but are they? I mean this is the Ninth Gate, it is usual to see creatures of the night dancing among mortal foe here, but at day?
It is now I realise that I have no idea of what I am doing or why I am here. I should know better, I am not scared but if I don't want to become prey, what am I doing here. It is either a brave mortal, an unsuspecting mortal or a stupid mortal that ventures through those lightproof door during day or night. I myself can only fit into two of those categories as I have known of the going ons between these walls for quite a while.
Again, why am I here? What on earth possessed me to come here, and without my nocturnal escort? At that moment I notice my beloved escort 'SAVAGE' himself sitting at his usual table watching over the days proceedings. The question is no longer what possessed, but who? And the answer is obvious, I should of known, yes, yes, it was 'SAVAGE' or Jeremy as I know him. But why? Why this day? And why didn't he just ask me? He knows I would sell my soul for him, or is it something else he wants?
I am now standing on the dance floor, staring at Jeremy's table, wondering what the fuck it is that he wants and didn't want to ask for, when I hear somebody coming towards me which interrupts my train of thought.
I turn to face the footsteps, it is Carlo. Carlo is a friend of Jeremy's, an old friend I assume, but I couldn't really say. I have only met him once, maybe twice, but he seems nice enough.
We engage in polite conversation, you know hellos and the usual how are you. Carlo asks me about my friend Chrystie, I have not much to tell him, but that she is okay and speaks highly of him. Chrystie is one of those mortals that fits into the stupid category I was talking about before. Yes, she is unsuspecting, however I did warn her that the Ninth Gate is not her scene therefore she is stupid, but lucky her that she caught Carlo's eye.
I don't know exactly what Carlo is but I know he isn't a Vampire and I wouldn't suspect him of being dangerous at all, he's more the friendly humanitarian type, as I said lucky Chrystie.
Carlo offered to buy me a Harry wallbanger, or to you and me a warm Milo, I wouldn't have a clue what he was talking about except Chrystie drinks them. I told you this isn't her scene. I was surprised by this offer though and asked him why a non-alcoholic beverage, then Carlo mutters something about starting a movement against drinking, I didn't hear it all, however I think I know what he meant.
As Carlo walks towards the bar I survey my surroundings to find the place less inhabited by vampires, to wait until I am called upon, of which I am sure I will be. Eventually, I just hope he doesn't send any of his 'friends' to get me. The bar is about 1:5 ratio Vampires to Humans, the tables are all taken at the moment and the dance floor is crowded with the living dead.
I wait for Carlo near the dance floor at the bottom of a beautiful staircase that fans out at the bottom. At the top of the staircase is a huge door which leads to the rest of the huge building.
The whole room is pretty much black marble and gold, the ceilings are high and the bars are huge and together almost cover the walls.
Carlo arrives with my drink, I thank him, then inform him of my decision to go and dance. Carlo bids me farewell after informing me that he is not the dancing type. That is fair enough so I take my leave towards the dance floor as Carlo heads towards a vacant table.
I start to dance, watching warily every living or undead thing around me. I wonder if Jeremy is watching me, but I dare not look up to satisfy this curiosity.
As I look around the room I notice Carlo has changed tables and is now standing next to a table, talking to two people that I don't believe I have seen before, that is assuming they are human. Carlo seems put off by something. The two which are seated seem as though they are not friends of Carlo but people or things he knows well. Carlo leaves with the girl.
I start to dance again, this time not worrying too much about those around me. Suddenly Jeremy comes out of nowhere and kisses me, this stuns me and I feel the urge to follow him no matter what. None of this truly surprises me, however it does make me curious yet again.
I follow him, not knowing where we are going. Out of the corner of my eye I see the pack priest Raymond follow our movements with his eyes and head in a similar direction. Soon after I notice Raymond, I realise several others starting to follow us, first there is a young woman who I think is Jeremy's sister, then comes four children, the ages of which seem to be four, six, five and two but there is no doubt that these children and the young woman are at least a thousand years older than they look. I am quite sure the children are Jeremy's son, two nephews and niece.
Jeremy leads me into an elevator under the staircase, he waits for the rest of the party, then we go down. Nobody says a word. I am hoping that this is like most things, worse in anticipation than in reality. The elevator stops we get out into a stainless steel room, not unlike the elevator itself. Raymond enters the room via a side door.
Raymond is dressed in robes, he is carrying what looks like ceremonial knives.
I am ordered to a stainless steel table by my darling yet evil Jeremy. Jeremy is given robes by Raymond and then leaves the room. I am scared by the absence of my master. I know I am not a vampire but he is still my master, I do as he says and I get all I need or could ever want. My darling beloved, what does he want from me now?
He returns.
I am unsure if this calms me or petrifies me. It could excite me, it sounds weird but you could have no idea how sexy he is in those robes, with that evil yet sexy, sly excited look in his eye. A position of power really suits him.
He has returned with piercing equipment and a tattoo gun filled with reddish-black ink, or most likely blood. He orders me, as if he were in a trance, to remove my clothing. I look at him blankly with a cutesy smile and tell him if he wants them off then he can do it himself, he holds a knife to me and repeats himself.
I nervously fumble with the lace on my black pants, then carefully pull back my cotton and lace enchantress top over my head. This reveals a cleavage boosting, black satin bra. I now remove my pants slowly taking one leg out after the other. I undo my bra and then remove it, I then slide my g-string off.
I am completely naked and hating it! I lay back down. Raymond grabs my neck and straps me down as he and Jeremy break into a chant. Raymond grabs my arm, twisting it.
I am now freaking out. I stare at Raymond, frozen with pain as he cuts my arm on the inside.
I cannot cry it hurts so much. Trust me unless it happens to you, you will never know a sensation worse, ever!
Jeremy starts tattooing me, my gaze turns to him, I stare as he continues tattooing me and Raymond plays with my arms, mutilating them surely.
Jeremy starts to pierce my nipples - I black out.
I wake up in a wooden box. I am hurting like hell itself.
I bash at the lid almost aimlessly, I am considering giving up when it breaks.
Dirt falls down on me, I realise, Fuck, I am in a coffin, 6 feet under. I desperately push the dirt away fearing suffocation. I am unsuccessful, the dirt smothers my face, I panic. It takes me about three minutes to realise I am still breathing.
What the hell?
I manage to dig myself out. My head is out of the ground, I hear a muffled word - I black out again.
I wake up now nailed to what seems to be a cross. I can't move at all as I am fastened by the neck also.
Raymond stands next to me with a knife to my chest, as Jeremy asks if I give myself to Savage, Of course I say yes, what else could I say? Raymond plunges the knife into my chest. I scream.
Raymond asks me if I give myself to the way of the Sabbat, well I think that's what he is saying nut my head is hurting and I am confused. I tell them that I am going to say whatever the fuck they want as long as they have a knife to my chest. Jeremy yells at me and tells me to just say it, so I do, I say yes. Raymond stabs me in the chest again. I wince.
This time they ask me if I would give my life to the way of Pack Savage. I am unsure what to say as this time they hold a long twisted blade to my heart and if they drive it into my heart then I will die. I say yes because no would certainly lead to death.
Raymond takes the blade away and removes the others from my chest, I wince at this. Raymond then releases me from the cross.
I am now a Vampire, destined to travel by night and feed upon the blood of mortals.
Raymond disappears.
When he returns he is holding a silver goblet with runes all around the cup and thorns twisted around the middle with blood carved into it. It looks to be an antique.
Raymond cuts himself after chanting over the empty cup and then drips his blood into it. He passes the goblet to Jeremy. He slowly cuts himself over the goblet. I watch him as his rich red blood drips into the silver goblet. He has an interested, innocent, yet evil looks on his face.
Most are intrigued by his looks, I also am guilty of this, but his mind stole my heart. The looks he has on his face, the things which they portray to my ever- watchful eye, are what caught me, hook, line and sinker. I am aware I only really see what he wants me to see but he seems to want me to see quite a bit sometimes and then other times he doesn't seem to show me anything at all.
Maybe he thinks I know too much and wants to deter me but it doesn't, it makes me more interested in his mind and what I could learn from him. Learn is the key word because although I would love to teach him things in return, I don't think there is much I could teach or show him because he is truly a man/vampire of great knowledge, class, dignity and dare I say he even knows human emotions at all levels to those he chooses.
As I am staring at my darling I seem to have missed the passing of the cup to the five others.
When the goblet comes to me I awake from my trance and cut a small straight line down my arm and drip my blood into the cup.
Raymond then takes the goblet from me and chants over it again, then he sips from it and passes the goblet to his master, my darling Jeremy, and watches him sip ever so innocently from the goblet. Savage as he is called, passes the goblet to his ever beautiful sister Nicole (or Nikki), she, unlike her sexy and deceiving (I say that because he surely isn't innocent) brother does not sip innocently at all, but evilly, yet with the same stunning grace. Once she finishes her long drawn out sip, she passes the goblet to her son, Brodie.
Brodie is a beautiful child with blonde hair and a cheeky yet innocent smile, I adore this child as I do all the others, but Brodie and I share the same name. Brodie sips a surprisingly patient sip, then passes the goblet to Erin.
I miss Erin and Kane taking their sips as my eyes are fixed on Ethan. Ethan is a beautiful, handsome, absolutely stunning child, with all the charisma of his father. He sips rather like Jeremy too, less innocent though.
The goblet gets to me I take a dramatic, hopefully symbolic sip, I try to draw it out, but not act it too much, although I fear I may have.
The goblet is taken away.
A priest is being bought in. I recognise him, I think I remember him being at the original ceremony where I got pierced and tattooed, but I was too dazed for it or anything else to be an accurate recall.
Raymond and Jeremy mutter some words to each other then Jeremy elegantly bites into him. Raymond the followed Jeremy's lead by grabbing his arm and munching into his wrist. Jeremy signalled for me to follow so I did, I bit into his wrist, the priest's blood flowed though my veins, healing me slightly.
The children all took either an arm or leg. We all drank the priest's blood together. Jeremy was drinking from the priest's neck ever so elegantly. I cannot see Nicole but I can feel that she is drinking from the priest somewhere.
When I am finished I become aware again that I am naked. Still as a vampire I am not confident about my body or my looks, and I suddenly feel uneasy again.
Jeremy leaves the room.
Soon after, the others follow his lead and leave out of two different doors. Nicole and I am the only ones left in the room. She takes me upstairs to my room in the upper levels of the building and finds me some clothes.
I had already surrendered my heart to Jeremy and now I have surrendered my soul and mortality.
I now know the true reason why they call him Savage, He truly is 'Savage' you know and most probably will always be, for he is the true meaning of evil. He is evil itself, and I love him.
Brodee of Clan Ravnos - antitribu.