This is Nehmahati's Story, she authors it NOT ME.<br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Nehmahati wrote:</cite><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">THE PAST</span><br/><br/>"EMILY!" Emily was startled out of her sleep, causing her heart to beat wildly in her chest as she heard the heavy footsteps of her father against cold stone as he ascended the stairs to her room. A soft frightened whimper escaped her lips and she pulled the covers higher, her eyes staring fearfully at the door to her chambers. She could hear the jingle of keys as her father sorted through them clumsily before finding the right one and unlocking her door. Slowly, the door swung open and she could see his dark silouhette framed there in the doorway. "Emily..." Her father's drunken murmur came out as he slurred her name. <br/><br/>He shut the door behind him, locking it into place securily so that they would not be bothered, though it had been years since Emily had resisted him or woken anyone with her screams. She knew better by now. He came closer to her bed and hovered there for a moment, something gripped in his hand. "Father has a nice new pretty dress for you. I know you'll look so pretty in it...just like Marianne....just like your mother..." He spoke softly, almost in a whisper as he said her mother's name, his voice cracking. <br/><br/>Emily peeked out from under the covers, her eyes searching the darkness. "A new dress, daddy? For me? I love pretty dresses..." She murmured softly, though she knew the price of the gift. Her father leaned forward and gripped the covers, ripping them away from her body. "Yes...I know you do Marianne..." He said, his eyes vacant as he stared down at her. Emily frowned, her eyes looking up at her father as she curled her arms tightly around her knees. Her father often mistook her name for her mother's. She supposed it was because he missed her so much. "It's me daddy...not mommy...mommy isn't here anymore..." She said sadly, the loss of her mother was so painful that it hurt her chest sometimes. <br/><br/>Maybe if her mother were still here, her daddy wouldn't have to show her how much he loved her so often. Her father grunted and shook his head. Instead of confronting Emily's words, he grabbed her arm and forced her out of the bed, causing a soft whimper to escape Emily's lips. "I want you to try on this dress for me, Emily...to make sure it fits...." Emily had heard those very words so often that in her insanity, there were nights that she mimicked them word for word at the same time her father spoke them. He reached down and grasped the edge of her nightgown and began to pull it up over her head. Emily lifted her arms compliantly, knowing from many past experiences not to fight her father's demands for it only caused her to become the target of his violent anger.<br/><br/>For several moments, he stood there simply gazing at her stark naked body, the pale tender flesh of her form almost blue in the moon's full light. Even in Emily's child-like mind, she was sure that her father saw her mother standing there instead of her. "So beautiful..." He reached forward and slid his fingers down from her neck to her breast and let them settle there, a thumb sliding forward to trace the round shape of her hardened nipple before they began to drift lower. Finally, his fingertips found the soft flesh between her legs. One finger began to slowly stroke the soft lips, coaxing them open so that he could penetrate her. <br/><br/>Emily's lower lip trembled, but she held perfectly still. "You know that I love you Emily...so very very much..." He moved closer to her, til her legs were pressed to the edge of the bed and he leaned in, his mouth finding the nape of her neck as he murmured against it. "I have to show you how much I love you...so that you'll never forget...not ever..." Emily let out a little whimper. "Please don't, daddy...I already know that you love me..." She cried softly, pleadingly. He shook his head and suddenly pushed her to her knees.<br/><br/>He began to untie his pants. With one hand, he pulled his hardened member from within his pants, his eyes staring down at her with intensity. "You love me, don't you?" He whispered, his free hand reaching down to slide fingers within her hair. He tangled her hair in his fingers and drew a tight fist. She winced in pain and her lower lip trembled as she stared up at him, the floor grinding against her knees. "Yes, daddy...I love you....but..." He cut her off, yanking her face towards his hips, crushing his hardened length against her mouth. "Then show me..." He murmured.<br/><br/>She whimpered softly, but obediently parted her lips. Suddenly, his member was sliding past them, driving into the warmth of her mouth. She could taste the saltiness of sweat on her tongue as she began to stroke it along his member, knowing from experience what he wanted from her. She shut her eyes tightly, trying to be anywhere but this place. He muttered a low moan of satisfaction, forcing her head closer so that his length plunged deeper within her mouth, causing her to gag.<br/><br/>Suddenly, he was pulling her away and yanking her up. He pushed her against the bed, forcing her body to collapse back unto the bed so that she lie on her back. Soon, he was fumbling to lose his pants. Before long, they were falling to the floor and he stepped out of them as quickly as he could. <br/><br/>His hands reached out and he pried her legs apart, his fingers digging in so hard that she knew she would have bruises there in the morning. After her legs were open to him, he climbed on top of her, his body swaying unsteadily. For a moment, she thought he might pass out and fall on top of her, but he finally steadied himself. <br/><br/>His hardened length pressed firmly against her inner thigh as he pressed his body to her own and she could hear the desperation in his voice. "I need to show you how much I love you...before I lose you again Marianne. I need you...please don't go..." He whispered in her ear hoarsely. His hand reached down and guided himself deep within her. He began to thrust against her so hard that the whole bed shook with the motion. Emily could do nothing but lay there, tears trickling down her pale cheeks, eyes tightly shut as he satisfied his drunken desires. Soon though, it was over and silently, he climbed off of her and left her there alone with her tears, making sure to lock the door behind him.<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">THE CHANGE</span><br/><br/>The next night, Emily was in a fitful sleep when the sudden crash woke her and she rubbed at her eyes groggily. "Daddy?" She called out cautiously. She strained to try to see in the darkness, but she could only hear a scuffling of feet before the sound of strange voices greeted her ears. "Get the girl...and keep her bloody well quiet, alright?" She frowned softly, wondering who was in her room, if it wasn't her daddy. <br/><br/>There was a grunt and she could hear more movement and suddenly, hands were grabbing roughly at her arms and they were forced behind her back. "Daddy? DADD-" Her frightened scream was cut off as a gag was shoved violently in her mouth and her wrists were bound tightly. She began to try to kick at her assailants, but soon they had her ankles tied as well. Suddenly, she felt a sharp pain sear through her head, but before she could even cry out in pain, everything went black.<br/><br/>When Emily finally came to, she groaned softly and frowned in confusion, or rather tried to frown as she realized something rough and scratchy was shoved in her mouth. She made a face as her tongue scrapped across the rough material. It tasted awful. As she looked up, she could see firelight from the bonfire ahead of her. She could feel the cool ground against her back through her nightgown and she realized she was surrounded by woods. <br/><br/>She tried to remember how she could have ended up here and soon, it all came flooding back to her. She tried to scream through the gag with no avail and began to wiggle against the rope that was tied around her wrists and ankles. It was then that she noticed there were three men standing across the fire staring at her. "I see the little princess finally woke up. How much do you think we'll get for her, Joseph?" One of them spoke, his eyes traveling the length of her body suggestively. <br/><br/>The one named Joseph looked over at her and a sneer curled his lips. "I would say he'll pay a pretty little sum to get his daughter back. I've heard rumors of what he does to her...I'll bet he makes her squeal like a pig." Masculine laughter roared, echoing in the darkness of the forest around them and Emily could feel panic swell in her chest. "I'll bet he bangs that pretty little cunt harder than-" Joseph's words were cut off as he was yanked backwards. A scream erupted from his throat as sharp fangs began to tear into the flesh of his neck. <br/><br/>The other men stared in disbelief and fear for only a moment before each of them quickly began to search for weapons. One found a knife in his gear and turned around to swing it, but the vampire reached him first and a sharp snap was heard as his head was soon twisted all the way around to face his backside. The vampire turned slowly and the third man, his eyes full of fear, dropped his knife. He took off scurrying through the woods, stumbling every now and then over the low brush. <br/><br/>He was too slow. The vampire took off at a sprint and suddenly, he was leaping through the air and landing with both feet on the third man's back. As the man lay there crying, pleading words bubbled from his mouth. The vampire turned his head to look straight at Emily, his pale green eyes glittering, lips curving into a malicious grin just before he slammed the heel of his boot down to crush the man's skull. The sound of the man's bones cracking seemed so loud to Emily that it almost felt deafening.<br/><br/>Slowly, the vampire began to make his way towards Emily and soft frightened whimpers escaped her lips. When he finally reached her, he knelt beside her and slowly reached a hand out, gently pulling the gag from her lips. She didn't dare to make a sound. Her heart beat so hard in her chest that she was afraid the man could hear it. She didn't know how right she was. "Such a pretty little thing. I will not waste death upon you, my dear. But you're much too beautiful to let it slip away to old age. The world lacks enough beauty as it is. I will give you an eternity of beauty..."<br/><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 200%; line-height: 116%;">NOW</span><br/><br/>Roaring masculine laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the pub as Emily sat there, her long slender legs crossed at the ankles as they swung back and forth. A cheerful little hum vibrated from behind full red lipstick-smeared lips. Ringlets of vibrant red locks framed a pale flawless face and hung down just past small delicate shoulders. Emily only stood to the height of 5'1 and her petite frame only served to emphasis her child like nature, though she was in all honesty a nineteen year old woman. <br/><br/>A dazzling array of pale green color complimented her eyes, which were framed by long full lashes. They glittered in amusement as a tiny giggle escaped her lips. Sharp fangs peeked through for only a moment as her tongue extending to travel the length of the large round colorful lollipop that was gripped in her hand, though no one in the pub seemed to notice.<br/><br/>"Do you like my pretty dress?" She asked in a tiny, sickeningly sweet voice. The drunken slob before her sat at the bar, his grimy sweaty fingers grabbing at her thighs as they made their way up. The man grunted in response, more interested in the soft flesh hidden beneath the light blue puffy dress with white trim that she adorned, rather than the dress itself. Another giggle escaped her lips and suddenly, her eyes lit up as an idea sprouted in her child like mind. "Oh! Would you like to try my lollipop?! It's really really yummy! I don't mind sharing!" She exclaimed. <br/><br/>Before the man could utter a sound, she had reached forward with deceptively fragile fingers and grasped his neck with a strength that no man at this pub could match. Her other hand plunged the lollipop past his lips, which, with the combination of Emily's strength and the shear width of the lollipop, tore the corners of his mouth and caused cries of agony to escape the man's throat. The cries were quickly muffled though as the lollipop was quickly shoved forward into his throat. She grunted as she tried to ram it in further, but it had become stuck within the confines of his throat. Emily sat there, one hand wrapped around the man's neck, the other hand buried deep within his throat, so it was no surprise when the first scream arose as someone finally noticed what was happening.<br/><br/>"It's really good huh, Mr. Man? Ok, it's my turn now!" She started to try and pull it out, but the lollipop wouldn't budge. She frowned softly, her lower lip pouting. The inability for the lollipop to move was mistaken for the idea that the man was trying to steal her candy. "Hey! That's not very nice! You're suppose to share!" She cried angrily and her slender fingers slid from around his neck to find their place inside his mouth. She curved her fingers inward to hook unto his jaw and yanked hard in an attempt to only open his mouth. <br/><br/>Instead, it caused the bone, flesh and tendon to tear and pop apart from his jaw all the way down the length of his throat. It sent a large spray of blood to land on her dress, speckle her face and splatter the wall behind her, leaving most of the lollipop exposed. She tossed the jaw and torn flesh to the side, oblivious to the carnage she had just caused as she pulled her lollipop, bloody and all, back to her lips where her tongue waited. She licked at the lollipop, smearing the blood along the various colors of the candy. "Mmmm...." She giggled and hopped off the top of the bar, her landing barely making a sound. <br/><br/>She glanced down and as she noticed the blood that stained her dress, her lips formed into another frown. "Aww.....You ruined my dress!" She cried, a small sniffle and a whimper escaped her lips, completely oblivious to the chaos and screams as panicked people rushed around her, trying to escape the madness. She stumped her foot down in a tantrum and her shoe crunched on broken glass. She paused, momentarily distracted from the dilema of her dress as the sound of broken glass under her foot caught her attention. <br/><br/>She tilted her head to one side curiously and stomped her foot again on the broken glass, listening for the crunch that followed. A slow smile curved her lips and her eyes lit up in excitement. She began to dance in the broken glass sparatically, her eyes trained down on floor, amazed by the sounds and the sparkle of the glass below her feet. "Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch..." She began to chant the words in a sing song voice happily as she stomped on the glass over and over.</div></blockquote>