#inevitableaffliction

*After opening my eyes and fully coming into my senses, I see that I’m inside some kind of dank room laying in the middle of the cement floor. My hands are tied behind my back with what feels like a rope. When I finally took a deep breath … the smell of baby powder filled my nose. Dearest Virgin Scribe. I’ve been captured by lessers. 

I took a moment to slowly breathe in and out to calm myself as I tried to recall what happened. The last thing I remember was walking around to the front of Sal’s thinking I would order what I had the other night when the date was disrupted. I wanted to try my hand at freedom for once and go out into the new world on my own. Sal’s would be a safe place as #iAm would be there and the Brothers frequented whenever the hunger struck them during their rotations. Their rotations where they were fighting the evil that was trying to eradicate the vampire race, lessers.

The room reeked of the sickly sweet stench, a scent that he Primale warned us to watch out for and here I am imprisoned in some kind of detention center. Before I started to panic at the possibilities I took a deep breath and tried to dematerialize … only to realize the walls were somehow lined with lead. My breathing became erratic as I started to panic. 

The Scribe Virgin had to be punishing me for thinking outside the whole. The Chosen were used to meet the blood needs of unmated members of the Brotherhood. As a Chosen, you were part of a whole, a single molecule among many that formed a functioning spiritual corpus … both critical and yet utterly unimportant. Nurturing the self was not the goal of the Chosen. It was sacrilege. For a female who failed in her duties, she contaminates the rest. To think for yourself, to think of yourself, was blasphemy.

When the Primale freed the Chosen we were given freedoms none of us had ever fathomed. On the Other Side, there was no time. There were rhythms of rituals but no alternation of day or night, no hourly measure, no change of season. Time and existence were static just as the air was, just as the light was, just as the landscape was. Everything was white.

When we arrived on this side, we had all been racked by sensory overload. There were so many things I had no clue what they were, like color … all the colors were just so beautiful. There were more colors here than in all the jewels in the treasury. Smells as well, both good and bad. We were so used to seeing white. Different movements that created light, noise, images and sounds. All Chosen wore the same white robe and twisted their hair up in a chignon and we all wore a single teardrop pearl necklace. We all walked and talked in the identical quiet manner and did the same thing at the same time. Here? Chaos. Wonderful chaos.

It took me a very long time to stop bowing low and reverently to the Primale and members of the Brotherhood, but much after their insistence, it became easier. Though we would always bow low to the King and Queen, much to the latter’s chagrin. 

An opened door quickly disrupted my daydreaming as a lesser with hair, eyes and skin were as white as the Sanctuary and filled me with fear knowing that it meant he has been carrying out the Omega’s commands for centuries. 

Lessers are humans that have given up their soul to the Omega. In return, they have their heart torn out and replaced with the Omega's black blood. Lessers are recruited most often because of violent tendencies, as well as some physical ability in fighting. Many had committed violent crimes in their past, prior to joining the Society such as murder, rape, domestic violence, aggressive drug running, etc. Lessers are undead, meaning they are not living in the natural biologic sense, but reanimated into life via artificial means - in this case, the Omega's god-like will.

I tried to move away from him trying to crab-walk backward across the cement floor causing scraped on my hands and knees as he instantly crosses the room and grabbed me by the hair and yanked me onto a seat.*

“Where is the Brotherhood? Where is the one they call the Prophecy?” *The lesser asked with such pure hatred and spite.

I only shook my head. There was no way in Dhund I was revealing the Compound. I knew at that moment that I was probably not going to make out of here alive. A few of mine sisters were already in the Fade after being captured a few years back. It was probably why the Primale had requested that we never traveled without an escort but lifted it a few years later.

My head flew backward as he struck me. The pain was excruciating and radiated from my cheek to my I could taste the blood on my lip.*

“Filthy vampire. Abomination! Now tell me what I want to know! He wants the one they call Butch!  Where Is he?!?! Tell me and I’ll let you go.” *He lied. I knew he was lying. 

Tears began to fall as I realized there was no leaving this place. I would suffer and it will be painful. But I knew I would never reveal the location. My sisters would be in danger, the Brotherhood, and the King and Queen. Absolutely not.*

No. *I replied defiantly.*