Dominique's Stats


How it all began.....

A lone figure appeared walking on a path in the woods late one night. She appeared to be 22 years of age, her long raven black hair tied back in a tight ponytail, her arms wrapped tightly about her small, seemingly fragile, frame. She bore a black velvet cloak, the hood up to shadow her face. Underneath the cloak she wore a tattered old black top that did not have sleeves. Her black slacks were worn and full of holes. She did not wear shoes. The only piece of clothing on her body that seemed new was the cloak, which she had just stolen from some unsuspecting merchant. As she walked down this deserted path, she could feel eyes upon her. She shuddered slightly, quickening her pace. Her parents had been murdered the week before, so she knew to be cautious. The murderer had never been found and captured, the evil one still roamed the night, looking for innocent people to savagely kill.

She reached the bridge, the only way to cross over the stream. She knew that this was the halfway point to her dusky, deserted house on the other side of the woods, away from the village. The boards of the bridge creaked as she stepped upon it. She stoped a moment as soon as she was on the bridge, looking behind her she could see a pair of cold blue eyes, but as soon as she saw them, they vanished. Shuddering again, not knowing what to think, she slowly crossed the bridge, fearful of it breaking beneath her feet.

She was halfway across the bridge when a strange howl was let into the night air. Hearing the unfamiliar howl, she quickly crossed the bridge. She made the mistake of stopping on the other side to peer back into the darkness. For when she stopped, a dark figure appeared behind her. As she turned around, the figure grabbed her by the waist and the back of the head, pulling her close to him. With a yelp, she flailed her arms about wildly, crying out for help. But no one could hear her because she was so far away from the village.

The figure raised a hand and hit her over the head. The blow to her head knocked her out cold. She awaked in a dark, damp room. Feeling her aching head, she felt something wet. She lowered her hand to stare at it, realizing that what she felt was her own blood. Her eyes scanned the room as best as possible, but because of the darkness she could not really determine where she was. She rose to her feet slowly, feeling groggy from being passed out. She put a hand to her head as she started to feel her way along a wall. Her fingers came across a door handle, so she tried to pull open the door. The door did not budge.

The girl became frantic, she started to bang on the door and yell as loudly as she could to get her out of there. Suddenly the door opened, but instead of being let out she was pushed back in. Landing on her ass on the cold floor, she looked up, scared. The figure in the doorway could smell her fear, she knew this. He just peered down at her with those cold blue eyes. At last, he spoke.

"What is your name, whore?" The voice was cold and hollow.

"My.. my name.. is.. is.. Dom..Dominique.." Her voice quivered, but she tried to keep it as steady as possible, not wanting to show any signs of weakness. "Get up. NOW!" He screamed this last part, and hearing that harsh voice the girl rose to her feet as fast as possible, not knowing what else to do. "What.. what do you.. you want with me..??" Her voice was soft, unsure. She bowed her head, not knowing what he was going to do to her, and not really wanting to know.

"You shall see. Now, follow me." The figure turned upon his heel and started walking away. The girl followed him as best she could, but because of the darkness she kept bumping into things.

The figure lead her to another small room, but in this room there was a chair, a table, a book upon the table, and a lit candle upon the book. The figure motioned to the chair, telling her to sit. He himself keeping hidden in the shadows. As she lowered herself, she attempted a glance at her captor, but because he was shrouded by darkness she could not get a good look at him. All she could see was his blue eyes and a slight twinkle of blonde hair. "Please sir, tell me what is to become of me.." She bowed her head, resting it upon her chest. Her body quivered slightly at the images in her mind of what she might think this figure would do with her. How he could mutilate or violate her in many ways.

Suddenly he appeared behind her, but as the girl attempted to turn her head to look at him, he quickly held her head in place so she could not see him. He whispered in her ear, his voice cold and emotionless. "I am going to make you an offer. I have never made another an offer quite like this one. The offer is.. do you choose to live? Or do you wish to die?"

Hearing this offer, the girl did not have to think twice. Sure, her life wasn't that great, but she would always choose life over death. As she told this figure her decision, he laughed, a cold heartless laugh. She shuddered at the laugh, feeling the hair on the back of her neck stand up on end.

"Very well little one. I shall let you live..." With that, he lowered his mouth to the side of her neck. Confused, she tried to turn, but again he kept her head in place. The girl suddenly felt a prick, then sudden pain. She yelped, whimpering pathetically. She tried to rise from her seat, but was held tightly in place. All she can hear was the sucking and gulping coming from this creature behind her. She started to feel dizzy, then very tired. The girl closed her eyes, never to awake the same as she once was.....

Chapter 2