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Ship: OC/OC
Words: 602
This work will be chapter 1 of a 4-part series responding to prompts in this thread! AO3 link for the rest of the chapters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56401327/chapters/143310463
THE FIRST DAY
Antigone hissed and scrambled back in her enclosure as light poured in. It wasn’t the cursed light of day, but the flickering flame of a lantern was nearly as bad: it meant a human was here to visit her.
This one was new. Her curled hair was unlike that of the townspeople, her dress finer. Her eyes, almost violet in the half-light, held none of the disgust Antigone had grown accustomed to.
“Oh my.” She held the lantern closer, trying for a better look, the key held loosely in her other hand. “You’re not a demon at all. You’re just a girl.”
Antigone had shed her clothes the night she ceased to be human, and could remember little before then. The townspeople had cut her hair when it started to mat, leaving her with little way of shielding her burnt and battered body from the visitor’s gaze. “What do you want?” she bristled, wishing her voice could be as sharp as her teeth.
“I have been sent to collect a demon and return it to the great minds of my island so they may learn about it and better protect our people,” she announced.
“I am vampyre.” Antigone bared her fangs, to little effect. She was the one in the cage.
The girl tilted her head in thought. “That’s close enough,” she decided.
“I am no demon!” Her voice cracked, the thought of what those with more calculated dispositions than the spontaneous torments of angry townspeople might do to her betraying her weakness. She hugged herself, a slight tremble running through her.
“Let me be clear.” The girl turned the key and pushed the door open, dissolving the barrier between them. “You’re hurt. It’s close enough for me to get you away from here.”
The scent of the girl’s honeyed blood flowing through her veins might have been enticing enough for Antigone to pounce, had she the strength. She did not. “And then what?” she spat. “Nothing will change. Your humans will be the same, until I manage to rip one of your throats out and escape. And it will happen.”
“They will not harm you,” the girl promised, stepping ever closer. “They only want to learn, and I will personally ensure your safety. It’s not right what they’ve been doing to you. You cannot help what you are.”
Antigone stared her down. “I don’t believe you.”
Her visitor knelt before her, their eyes level now. “Here.” She rolled up the sleeve of her dress, exposing soft skin. “Drink. You must be thirsty.”
She shouldn’t trust this woman. Her motives were painfully transparent: keep her complacent during their travels, then lock her up again as soon as she was right where the girl wanted her.
But she was being offered human blood.
Antigone dove in, clamping fangs tight around the girl’s forearm so she couldn’t pull away, drinking in the rich, crimson nectar that sprung from it. Her visitor winced and dropped the key, but didn’t pull away.
On the contrary, she set down the lantern and ran a gentle hand over Antigone’s back as she drank. It was the first gentle touch she’d felt in all the time she could remember, and before she knew it, a low purr rumbled in her throat like a tame cat.
She stopped herself before she could seriously injure her benefactor, pulling back with a final lick at her skin.
The girl rolled down her sleeve, stood, took the lantern, and held out her free hand. “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Just take my hand.”
Ever the fool, Antigone did.
Ship: OC/OC
Words: 602
This work will be chapter 1 of a 4-part series responding to prompts in this thread! AO3 link for the rest of the chapters: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56401327/chapters/143310463
THE FIRST DAY
Antigone hissed and scrambled back in her enclosure as light poured in. It wasn’t the cursed light of day, but the flickering flame of a lantern was nearly as bad: it meant a human was here to visit her.
This one was new. Her curled hair was unlike that of the townspeople, her dress finer. Her eyes, almost violet in the half-light, held none of the disgust Antigone had grown accustomed to.
“Oh my.” She held the lantern closer, trying for a better look, the key held loosely in her other hand. “You’re not a demon at all. You’re just a girl.”
Antigone had shed her clothes the night she ceased to be human, and could remember little before then. The townspeople had cut her hair when it started to mat, leaving her with little way of shielding her burnt and battered body from the visitor’s gaze. “What do you want?” she bristled, wishing her voice could be as sharp as her teeth.
“I have been sent to collect a demon and return it to the great minds of my island so they may learn about it and better protect our people,” she announced.
“I am vampyre.” Antigone bared her fangs, to little effect. She was the one in the cage.
The girl tilted her head in thought. “That’s close enough,” she decided.
“I am no demon!” Her voice cracked, the thought of what those with more calculated dispositions than the spontaneous torments of angry townspeople might do to her betraying her weakness. She hugged herself, a slight tremble running through her.
“Let me be clear.” The girl turned the key and pushed the door open, dissolving the barrier between them. “You’re hurt. It’s close enough for me to get you away from here.”
The scent of the girl’s honeyed blood flowing through her veins might have been enticing enough for Antigone to pounce, had she the strength. She did not. “And then what?” she spat. “Nothing will change. Your humans will be the same, until I manage to rip one of your throats out and escape. And it will happen.”
“They will not harm you,” the girl promised, stepping ever closer. “They only want to learn, and I will personally ensure your safety. It’s not right what they’ve been doing to you. You cannot help what you are.”
Antigone stared her down. “I don’t believe you.”
Her visitor knelt before her, their eyes level now. “Here.” She rolled up the sleeve of her dress, exposing soft skin. “Drink. You must be thirsty.”
She shouldn’t trust this woman. Her motives were painfully transparent: keep her complacent during their travels, then lock her up again as soon as she was right where the girl wanted her.
But she was being offered human blood.
Antigone dove in, clamping fangs tight around the girl’s forearm so she couldn’t pull away, drinking in the rich, crimson nectar that sprung from it. Her visitor winced and dropped the key, but didn’t pull away.
On the contrary, she set down the lantern and ran a gentle hand over Antigone’s back as she drank. It was the first gentle touch she’d felt in all the time she could remember, and before she knew it, a low purr rumbled in her throat like a tame cat.
She stopped herself before she could seriously injure her benefactor, pulling back with a final lick at her skin.
The girl rolled down her sleeve, stood, took the lantern, and held out her free hand. “Everything’s going to be okay, I promise. Just take my hand.”
Ever the fool, Antigone did.