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True Blood

Delicate Truths That Lilies Know

Chapter 1

All I feel is panic. If I were human I would probably be hyperventilating. I used to, a lot. It's so dark. I hate the dark. My throat was subsequently inflamed and resentful of my screams, it might fracture from the involuntary swallows of anxiety. Instead of relieving the sting, it only seemed to antagonize my throat further. With more force I coerce my palms against the confining darkness; only to have pain radiate through every nerve in my fingertips, and protesting irate nerves in my palms. I pressed, trying to stiffen my arms to give more strength the push; the agonizing smell of melting flesh occupied my nostrils, blood tears drifted unsolicited and despondent on my face. I could feel my palms and fingertips, gradually melding to the dark abyss, the sound of fragmented suction cracked like thunder in my ears; as I pried my hands from what lay behind the dark oblivion. I knew what lay before me is what kept me in the frightful blackness. The blackness I desperately wished to escape. The sound of footsteps made the blood that was no longer flowing within my veins turn to ice. Who was it? Was it my savior or the man in the mask? I squeezed my eyes shut as I fought the urge to whimper. If it had not been the man in the mask, I didn't want to offend my savior and cause the man who put me in he drakness to return because I was bad once again.

I found myself holding my breath, even though I no longer really needed to breath when I heard a light tapping from inside the darkness. I remained perfectly still and quiet, the sound of a lock releasing floated to my ears, I squeezed my eyes shut, and hoped I didn't bolt when the darkness evaporated into light. I felt cool fingers trace along my flesh, along my forehead, down my temple, across my lips.

"There's my sweet girl." The sound of his voice flooded relief through my veins.

My eyes slowly open and I saw his dark eyes peering down at me, a gentle smile playing along his thin lips. I remained still, and a nervous smile spread across my face. His hands slowly slipped underneath my back and knees as he lifted me into a cradle embrace. My arms instinctively went around his neck, that's how he liked it. He buried his face within my blonde hair and inhaled deeply, taking me in. I could feel the goose bumps rising along my flesh as he carried me up two flights of stairs, down the hall and into a small bathroom. He sat me on the counter, as he turned away only briefly to turn the water on in the porcelain tub. When he turned back around, he leisurely, slipped his fingers beneath the hem of my dress. He made sure to trace his long fingers along nearly every inch of my skin as he lifted the fabric upward. I made sure to lift my arms, he stopped at gaze at my breast, he leaned forward and pressed his thin lips against the round white flesh just above the fabric of my tattered bra. Once the dress was gently free from my arms, he discarded it absently to the floor as he allowed his eyes to devour every inch of me.

He placed the edges of his fingers along the inner part of my thigh and carefully pulled my legs apart. He leaned in so close, that our chests made contact, he reached around, resting his chin upon my shoulder as he unlatched my bra.

"Are you angry with me?" his voice was filled with anguish as he slipped the bra straps from my shoulders. I could feel the inhales from the air of his nostrils as he skimmed his nose across my skin, "Please don't be angry with me. You brought it upon yourself. If you had just…"

"I know." I breathed quietly, my arms wound their way comfortingly around him, "I am sorry."

He buried his head in the crook of my neck briefly before raising his head, "Well, that is now in the past, let us now hope you have learned your lesson." I nodded and smiled sadly as he looked up at me, I made sure not to meet his gaze. Girls like me were not allowed to look anyone in the eye, it was improper. He licked his lips, hooking his thumbs within the edge of my panties, and gently slid them downward. I closed my eyes and gently allowed myself to get lost in my thoughts, allowing the world around to slip away. I only returned to the bathroom the moment I felt liquid submerge my body. I opened my eyes to see that he had placed me in the tub.

When a knock came at the door downstairs, he ceased cleansing me and growled as he stood,"Continue with your bath my dear. I shall return shortly."

I pulled my knees to my chest and buried my face within them. It was taking everything I had not to cry. The moment he was out of the room, I felt as though I could once again breathe. I submerged my entire body into the water, trying to allow it to take all the filth from my body. It didn't help, I could still feel the foulness lingering upon my body. For that moment I wished I had the ability to drown, but I knew that was a fruitless hope.

When I finally sat up I was met by the of the king of Lousieana himself, William Compton. He stood back just far enough so my chest and the rest of me was still covered by the tub, "When you dress, can you please come with me?"

I kept my eyes, on my body and swallowed, slowly nodding. With that, he vanished from the room. I automatically did as requested, even if I hadn't finished bathing or washed my hair. Nothing good could come from this. I dressed, smoothing out my dress with my hands as I gazed at myself in the mirror. I adjusted my dress so that it fell off my right shoulder, it at least helped keep the old dirty dress from falling off of me. Draining the water from the tub I exited the bathroom. My bare feet padded across the lush red carpet as I ascended the stairs. Once I reached the two men I sank to the floor at her feet. Mr. Compton only frowned at me.

"She's my progeny!" My maker cried angrily.

"She shall remain so, unless what I have said is proven. If there the accusations are proven false Mr. Delacroix, she will be returned to you as quickly as possible."

My maker was outraged, "You better make damn good and sure nothing happens to her!"

"You have my word." The king said, reassuringly. "She will be placed in the care of one of my sheriffs until everything is sorted."

Next thing I knew my maker jerked me onto my feet and glowered as if he was prepared to strike me, "Girl you better remember everything I taught you!"

I nodded, "Yes, sir." Fear swelled inside me. What was going on? Then it occurred to me what has happened, so I swallowed my fear and went into autopilot. Once my maker released me, Mr. Compton shuffled me away from my maker and out of the manor and into a whole new world.

A/N: Ok guys heres the first full chapter. Not to worry, I will not be taking the Delicate Truths of Lilies down. I am working on the next chapter for the original Delicate Truths of Lilies and for A Mother's Unconditional Love. Hope you guys liked this chapter. I changed the title a little bit to keep it from getting confused with the original, hope it's good. Until next time please read and review, and have a great day!