Georgia Donovan

||.Georgia Donovan.||
||.The Vampire.||
||.The Seductive Vampire Bitch.||
..Some Bonds Can't Be Broken..
Galway,Ireland
1753
She sat in the bar alone sipping from the same glass of stout that had been in her moist palms for the last hour. Georgia Donovan came from an upper-class Irish family. She was 18years old and her father, Patrick Donovan had wanted her to marry. He'd chosen her many suitable men to marry-in his eyes at least. But Georgia refused. As much as she loved her father at times, she seemed to defy everything that he decided for her. Georgia’s four older sisters had already been married off to some of the richest Irish men in the county. Yet still Georgia refused. So after yet another argument with the narrow-minded father, Georgia had found her way to the Galway Tavern. If her dad had learnt where she'd ended up then she'd be in big trouble. No-one in the Donovan family went to the Galway Tavern. The Donovan’s belonged in much higher social places with the rest of the Irish Gentry. The only people who stumbled into the Galway Tavern were lower-class men, the occasional tramp, and drunken men who had been kicked out of the other local pubs. It wasn't just the fact that Georgia knew she didn't belong in there. She was dressed far to nice to sit in the Galway Tavern. She was sat up the bar slouching slightly, but she still maintained her ladylike posture. A dark haired barmaid approached Georgia, twirling her hair through her fingers through pure boredom. "Another drink" she asked pointing to Georgia’s nearly empty glass. Georgia looked up to the barmaid, weary, as if just waking up from a dream.
"Yes please" she said politely. The barmaid poured another drink for Georgia.
"On the house, pet" she said as Georgia reached for her light pink purse.
"Thank you" said Georgia. 'What a nice gesture' thought Georgia to herself.
Her dad had brought her up not to accept handouts from anyone. People in their position didn't need anything for free. Just another reason why Georgia argued with her father. The barmaid walked away from Georgia leaving her in peace. Georgia looked around the dimly lit tavern. An old man, late 50's sat ogling the barmaid, beer in his right-hand, leaning his head onto his left-hand. The smell of whale blubber from the candles could be smelt all around the tavern. Behind Georgia, she could hear a group of drunken men speaking crudely about what they'd do to the next woman they could get their hands on. Georgia cringed as she imagined some of the fantasies that they were boasting about. 'Hope you keep your hands away from me' thought Georgia.
She prayed that the drunks didn't start any trouble. But just as she thought it the trouble began. 'Too late' she thought as one of the drunks was sent flying above her head and into the wall."THUD!!!" A different guy threw a punch at one of his friends but missed and smacked his hand into the wall. Tables, glasses, stools and men flew around the room as the drunks continued their fight. The barmaid tried to intervene, shrieking as she was pushed to the floor. Her intervention was obviously a waste of time, but after a few minutes the drunks lost all their energy, laying unconscious or hurt all over the tavern. Georgia looked up at the clock, it was 3.45am. That gave her dad enough time to cool off. By tomorrow morning he would have forgotten everything anyway. Side affect of the excessive alcohol consumption. It wasn't a big secret that Georgia’s dad had a slight drinking problem. Georgia picked up her purse, placing a few coins on the bar top as a tip to the barmaid who was rubbing the dust from her dress, trying to straighten herself out. Georgia walked across the room and stepped over the drunken mess of 'men'. If that’s what you could call them after the performance they'd put on.
. . . .
Georgia pushed the door open and stepped outside. It had grown cold, and the smell of the fishing port drifted around the town, like a mist on the moors. It was bitter out, but Georgia needed to get home, so she'd have to get used to the cold. As she began her walk, allsorts of things played across her mind. 'Did she really need to get home?? Was this all her life was about?? Finding one suitor after another...Getting married...Having kids...Surely she could have more.' But no matter what she thought it didn’t help her now. There was no point standing in the cold dwelling on the what ifs and the how comes. She began to get further away from the tavern, enduring her 3mile trek to the family estate in her high heels. Any other day she'd have her own private horse drawn carriage, but she decided the walk would do her good...Give her time to think... She walked through the little town of Galway, passing the small houses and the even smaller shops...The butchers...The bakers...The blacksmiths...It was all so plain and ordinary...Georgia wanted more...She wanted more...She wanted to travel...Europe maybe...Or the Far-East...Try new foods...Explore different marketplaces...But her father called these impossible goals, unless of course she'd been born a man. Men always seemed to live better lives. A man could work or travel. Whilst a woman stayed at home to look after the children. Even the upper class women lived dull lives. Georgia was a hedonist who wanted everything that life had to offer.
Pebbles and dried dirt crunched under Georgia’s shoes. A disturbing sound making her lose her train of thought temporarily. She stopped for a moment but the pebble crunching continued. Georgia spun around but there was nobody there. She continued to walk but felt as though someone was watching her. A shiver ran up her spine. This was no place for a girl of her stature to be at this hour. She shook her head trying to think of anything other than the family status. Georgia ran her hands up the opposite arms trying to rub away the goose pimples she'd got from the cold. It was her own fault. She'd come out in a rush, leaving her coat at home. So now she wore a bustier styled dress with sleeves that hung off her shoulders. The dress flowed down to her feet and was a pale pink colour. It matched her expensive shoes and purse. As she walked past a few boarded up shops she heard a door slam. She turned quickly but yet again saw no one behind her, then as she turned back to the direction she had been walking in,a man stood face to face with her, blocking her path. It was one of the drunks from the tavern. But it seemed as though he'd sobered up slightly. Probably from walking in the cold. She was shocked to see him, and slightly scared after the things she'd overheard him saying to his friends just a while ago. "Can I help you" she said in her distinct accent, but with a tad bit of fear in her voice.
"Arrr. You can actually love. I could do with a good..." before he had time to finish his sentence she'd pushed her way past him, fully aware of the vulgar comment that should have followed the sentence. Without hesitation he'd grabbed hold of her wrist tightly, she hit him hard with her purse, but it only slowed him temporarily. He let go off her wrist and she began to run, trying to get away from him. She removed her shoes, picking them up in her hands hoping that she could outrun him. It was easier to run in barefoot rather than heels. More painful but easier. She didn't look behind but knew he was getting closer. She tried her hardest to escape him but by now he was right behind her.
Within seconds she felt his cold tight grip wrapping around her small wrists. She let out a shriek as he knocked his knees against the back of hers, forcing her legs to give way. She landed on the floor on her knees...Painfully. He changed the position of his hands from her wrists to her long blonde curly hair. "You tried to run from me bitch!!" he said, the smell of beer filled the air around her as he spoke, his face closing in on hers. His Irish accent was slurred but it was still recognisable and tainted by a sinister tone.
"Please" she pleaded, a tear forming in the corner of her eye. "Please don’t hurt me."
"I'm gonna do more than hurt you love" he said mockingly. "I'm gonna kill you!!”
And with that his face morphed from normal to that of a vampire. He spun her around on the floor and thrusted himself towards her. She fell back in disbelief and stared in horror.
"What...What are you??" she asked her face stricken with fear.
He didn't answer; instead he pushed himself towards her, climbing on top of her. She tried to stop him but he was too strong for her. He seemed so intent on hurting her. She'd heard about these murders that had been taking place all over Ireland. Brutal and savage murders. And disappearances. But she was still confused as to what he was. So she decided to try again.
"What are you" she asked persistently as he tugged at her dress, pulling it up to reveal her undergarment.
"He's a vampire" came a voice from out of the dark. A voice that Georgia recognized somehow. The vampire looked up.
"Get lost pal. This is none of your business" said the vampire.
"I'll think you'll find it is my business" said the stranger as he stepped out of the shadows.
Georgia looked up, recognising who the man was."Liam" she said in dismay.
"Hello Georgia" said the man. He was tall; he had dark hair, broad shoulders and a beautiful smile. All in all he was very handsome.
. . . .
The vampire stood up pulling Georgia up with him. He held one hand around her waist and one hand clutching at her throat. "If you know what I am. Then you'll know what I'm about to do to her" he said. He moved his face towards her neck, opening his mouth, fangs on show. Georgia squirmed. Then on the spur of the moment she kicked her leg back and up, allowing her barefoot to make contact with his groin...Hard... "Lil' bitch" he said. He'd sort her out later. First of all he wanted to get rid of the strange guy standing interrupting him. With one powerful backhand, the vampire smacked Georgia, sending her flying towards a nearby wall. Her body made a THUD!!! Sound as it made contact with the brick. She let out a groan but fell unconscious. "Still sure you want to mess with me" said the vampire as he pulled a blade from his coat.
"Never been surer" said the man, his voice rich with Irish heritage. "But first, lets make it a level playing field."
The man shook his head allowing his vampire features to show through.
"Names Angelus. What’s yours" he asked.
"Jared" he said. "But you can call me Sir when you're begging for your life"
Angelus laughed. Jared seemed very confident. Even over confident. Angelus hadn't been a vampire for long but he had already become very skilled and would win this fight hands down. Darla always said that Angelus was too cocky for his own good but that didn’t bother him. Jared ran forward hoping to rush Angelus so that he could get back to Georgia. But Angelus had other plans. Jared ran at Angelus sporting his dagger in his hand. 'Too fast' thought Angelus.
As Jared approached, Angelus stuck out his left arm, hitting Jared in the throat causing him to fall to the floor. As quick as he was down, the vampire was soon back up. He growled at Angelus showing that he wasn't happy that he had disturbed him.
Angelus lifted his opponent up in the air using one hand and threw him towards the wall across from Georgia. Jared moaned, attempting to get all of his strength together to get rid of Angelus. But once again, Angelus lifted the vampire up using one hand, using very little strength, and clutched tightly at his throat.
"I'm not gonna kill you" he said boastfully. "Cant start killing off your own kind. The slayer does enough of that"
Jared looked at him ready to call a silent truce.
"Leave the girl to me" he said motioning with his free hand that Jared should leave quietly.
"Okay. Okay man" said Jared. "I only wanted a quick snack."
"Go find a new snack" said Angelus.
And with that he loosened his grip on Jared and stepped away. Jared took off, put off by this new player. Angelus turned to see Jared running into the night where he belonged. His face returned back to its human form as he turned to the spot where Georgia lay sprawled across the floor. He approached her, knelt down next to her and shook her.
"Georgia" he said. "Georgia wake up."
Her expensive imported dress was now filthy with tiny tares allover it. The upper bustier and the sleeve along the left side was ripped from where Jared had tried to have his way. Her eyes fluttered for a few seconds and then opened. She looked up at Angelus and spoke softly and elegantly.
"Liam" she said. "Is it really you??" Her face turned pale as if she'd seen a ghost.
"My name is Angelus now Georgia. Liam died along time ago" he said.
"You disappeared Liam. I mean Angelus. After your family were found murdered, you left without a trace" she explained.
"Things changed!" he replied bluntly.
She looked into his beautiful eyes. The eyes that had attracted her to him all those years ago. Liam was older than Georgia. But their families were quite close in the social circle, so she'd grown up with Liam around. She placed her palm onto his cheek and he violently reeled back facing the side and then returned his gaze back to hers. But this time, she saw him for what he'd become. She saw that vampire 'mask.' The same face she'd seen on Jared. Liam had become Angelus, who was a vampire...A creature of the night...A monster some would say...Or even a hell beast. Georgia pulled back in fear.
"Liam" she exclaimed.
"No" he growled. "Its Angelus, and that’s the way its gonna stay." His behavior really scared her. But what did she expect from a vampire.
Angelus was already known amongst other vampires as an evil monster. Worse than most of the other vampires in existence. But it wasn't just about the blood and guts for Angelus. He was cunning...Vindictive...Evil...But he had the face of an angel, so all who he met trusted him. But to him, Georgia was different. She wasn't just his next snack.. She'd been around him since she was a kid. And when Darla went away every once and a while, it was only fair that Angelus would have someone to play with. The idea of turning Georgia into his new play toy was very inviting.
"Georgia" said Angelus. "I'm going to give you 2 choices and you're going to have to pick one."
"I don’t understand" she said, still shocked to see Angelus for what he was.
"Either you die tonight, right here. Or you come with me and live forever. You'll get to see the world. Finally be free from your fathers control" he said.
Georgia looked away. She didn't want to die. But she understood what Angelus was now. What it was that he did. She'd read about vampires in myths and old stories. But tonight it wasn't in a story book. This was real.
"Most people wouldn't have the choice. They'd already be dead by now" he said with a grin on his face. She looked up at him. Into those eyes. Studying his angelic face.
"Do it" she said. "Turn me into a vampire. Show me the world. Show me what its like to live for eternity. Angelus wasn't about dwelling on the past or thinking things through. Without hesitation, he grabbed Georgia by the shoulders, pulling her tightly, holding her close to him. She looked up at him, studying his eyes, and guided his hand towards her sumptuous breasts. With his hands placed comfortably, he took the opportunity to bite. Biting down hard onto her neck, his fangs sinking deeper. In agony she let off a small cry...
And that’s where Georgia Donovan’s life ends!!
And its where Georgia the vampires life begins!!
.Blood Is Thicker Than Water.