Chapter 3: Out of the Darkness

WIDBODE : LIFE THROUGH A VAMPIRE’S EYES


CHAPTER THREE:
Out of the Darkness


“Well, well, well. Look who we have here.” Said a silky but cold voice.

Teyla froze and looked around. She was standing on the pavement outside a tall, black house. It looked spooky as it loomed over her and she felt her heart pound against her chest.



The woman spoke again, remaining hidden which made her seem all the more intimidating.

“What’s little, fleshy Teyla Ivanova doing out here in the dead of night, hmm?”

“Show yourself, Ilsa!” Teyla called into the darkness. “Or are you still the coward I know you to be?”

There was a hiss from the darkness and a tall figure moved into the moonlight so that Teyla could see her. She was the most beautiful woman (if you could call her that) Teyla had ever seen.



Her skin was a pale grey and her eyes glowed purple in the darkness. Ilsa Vella Zograf was so beautiful that it hurt to look at her. She seemed to float in the air as she made her way forwards to where Teyla stood stunned.

“I have changed, fleshling.” Ilsa Vella hissed. “And you are foolish to think other wise.”

Teyla wanted to run but she couldn’t––not if she wanted the plan to work. She needed people to know that she was back and Ilsa Vella would most certainly help that happen.

“I’ve grown more powerful since the last time you saw me. Rafael Ivanova thinks highly of me––so highly in fact that the next to rule Widbode might not be who everyone thinks it is.”

She laughed, showing her long, pointed fangs as she did so. The hairs on Teyla’s neck prickled and shivers went up her spine. How she loathed the horrible vampire standing in front of her.

“He’ll never let you–” Teyla began.

“Don’t be so sure…”

“How can you be sure?” Teyla said, thinking fast.

“I can’t.” Ilsa Vella said in her silky voice. “Not when his eldest child walks among us –– in the flesh and all.”

She walked a little closer to Teyla and she could sense the immediate danger. There was something wrong about this. There was a gush of wind that blew past them, rustling the leaves on the trees. But then all was still––too still––and Ilsa Vella licked her lips longingly, staring at Teyla’s neck.

“I gotta go.”

Teyla tried to make her way past Ilsa Vella but she held out a strong hand to stop her.

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. Not when you so willingly came to my house tonight. Made it all the easier for me.”

Teyla ducked under the vampire’s arm and made a run for it, but the vampire couldn’t be fooled that easily. Ilsa Vella grabbed Teyla’s throat calmly in one hand with surprising stregnth.

“Now, now, there’s no need for that. Just one bite and you’ll be… one of us.”

Teyla struggled in the vampire’s clutches, she could hardly breathe. Ilsa Vella’s hand tightened around Teyla’s throat as she struggled, lifting her off her feet. She was clearly enjoying seeing her suffer. Teyla struggled desperately; she needed air! Then, when she thought that she would surely suffocate, the vampire let go and she dropped onto the ground. Teyla immediately put her hand to her sore throat and gulped for air, ignoring the disgusted looks Ilsa Vella was giving her.

“Pathetic creature.” The vampire spat. “You should never have come back. They’ll kill you––if I don’t somebody else will. Why don’t you run back to the blood traitor you call nanny –– oh, yes, I know.”

Ilsa Vella’s eyes flashed as Teyla looked up into her pale face.

Teyla got up and ran for it before Ilsa Vella could change her mind. She heard her cackle behind her.

She had been close to being turned into a vampire by the woman she hated more than her father. But all had gone to plan. Yes, all had gone to plan…


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In my WS version of this story, Odinmoon made a very funny comment about Ilsa Vella that I'd like to share with you.

Funny man.