It isn't done...

Vampires

The beginning

"Damn..." I thought to myself as I shivered briefly in the cool night air. For summer, the night was unusually cool, or maybe more accurately, cold. I breezed down the few steps of my porch, my hands in my pockets, and gave another shiver. I was glad I decided to wear pants. Looking off in the east, I saw that light was entirely gone, the sun already setting past the horizon, stars dotting the sky in various places. Looking at each individual dot in the sky, I let my eyes dart to a new one after a few seconds, every few seconds. And then I began to wonder if Sam was looking at them too somewhere, wherever she was, probably at home. So I gave up on any hopes of that and sighed quietly to myself, clutching the necklace she gave me. The cool silver chain felt surprisingly good on my hand, like it held some warmth to it, maybe not to my body, but my soul definitely felt it. If one believes in souls, anyway. And once I'd begun to emerge from absolute darkness into the illumination of a streetlight, I observed the necklace in my hand. I marveled at the beauty of the ruby-colored heart that hung so delicately on the chain, that looked surprisingly warm and alive, almost like it beats itself. I smiled happily to myself as I tucked it back under my shirt, returning to the darkness as I left the sight of the streetlight. I was nearing the exit of the trailer park in which I lived, and the exit was shrouded in darkness, and blocked off by a yellow gate. Although, beside the metal gate, and between a wooden fence, was a small path just big enough for a person to fit through. The yellow gate really served no other purpose than to keep unwelcome visitors out of the back of the park. Is there anyone who would honestly want to get into a trailer park that badly? I shrugged off the thought and allowed myself to be consumed in the darkness, a thought, or moreover, a sensation, which was unusually appealing to me. The darkness seemed to be much safer than the light, not that I had any reason to hide, it was just more comforting, shielding me from the world, cloaking me. Not long after being completely engulfed by my ebony friend, I maneuvered through the too-narrow path, and came out of the other side of the gate unscathed, and free from the prison, which was commonly referred to as 'Stoney Brook' by those who were residents to the area. Stoney all right, once you're in this place, you know you've hit rock bottom. As I neared a streetlamp I chuckled to myself at my little joke, because as morbid as it was, it was still very humorous, at least to trailer trash like me. Living in such a place didn't normally bother me so much, only when I compared it to the living conditions of most of my peers, which was typically much better than that of myself. Primarily because each of them actually lived in a...house. Perhaps my adult mindset was beginning to put a new perspective on things and I was realizing just how low I really am? I considered it deeply, thinking maybe it was true, that I am just some form of low-level trash that belongs on the tattered outskirts of town.
"Fair enough..." I muttered to myself, shivering a little again. My jaw began to clatter, and I clenched it shut tight, I was nearing the trail, the one that leads all the way from S.A.V.E Foods to downtown Brainerd. That's quite a stretch, in case you aren't a local, and trust me, if you aren't, you aren't missing out. Walking in the middle of the empty street now, which was dimly lit with a few lights both behind and in front of me, both at varying, but far distances either way, I came to a stop. I arrived at my segment of the trail, well, moreover, I labled it as 'Mine', because I honestly think I walk on it more than anyone else. Segments of the trail are split into sections by divides made in the roads that cut between them. One of these roads I was standing on now, and I suddenly I found myself frozen. Sure, it was night, it was understandable that the trail, covered by a slight canopy of trees and thick brush on each side would look spooky. It was reasonable enough to be a little frightened, only I felt it wasn't for the reasons that seemed logical. I could sense something, and it was ominous. My body trembled slightly, only now it wasn't because of the cold, I was genuinely frightened. I squinted my eyes slightly and craned my head forward, trying to see beyond the cloak of darkness. The cloak that I thought was so comforting was now plotting against me, as my eyes strained to see beyond the darkness, to see some figure. Whether it be human or monster lunging in my direction, I at least needed to know it was there. I needed some kind of warning, and nothing came. A small breeze fluttered by, and disappeared as subtly as it came, and suddenly the feeling was gone. I felt a wave of relief wash over me as the hairs on my neck seemed to flatten out again, and my muscles relaxed. After a moment, everything was normal again, I was completely relaxed, but a little shaken up at how shaken up I was. Regaining my composure, I advanced toward the trail slowly, with each step drawing myself further into the darkness that I was so comfortable with before. And after a few moments, when all of the tension released, I was comfortable again, I was safe in my blanket of darkness, this is my territory, after all. The brush on both sides of me whispered quietly in the soft wind, and I didn't mind so much that I could barely see. It was so soothing, cool, calming, dark, quiet. I smiled again, but it was short lived. Something pushed me. I stumbled forward, slamming against the pavement on my right side, and I looked behind me in a panic. Looking toward the illuminated piece of trail, I saw nobody. Nor did I see the outline of a person in the darkness who would have been visible to the contrast of light in the distance. I was alone. Scrambling to my feet, I darted my head around, and listened carefully to the muffled babbling of the leaves in the wind. And that was the eeriest part about it, there was no other sound. Another push.
"What the f**k..." I whispered quietly in shock as I fell forward, but then was suddenly pushed backward, and as I fell back, I was caught. Then, just as soon as the arms caught me, I was released, and fell on my a*s, and sat petrified. Frozen with fear, I was afraid to look behind me and see that there really was the outline of a person, I didn't want to believe someone else was here with me. But after a few moments of trembling, I grew impatient with fear and looked behind me. Nothing. Getting to my feet once more, I looked all around me, took in all of my surroundings with all of my senses, and it was the same as before. Blackness, and the quiet, inane whispers of the bushes. I began to consider running, then I felt it, a sharp, stinging pain on the right side of my neck. I tried to scream as loud as I could, but fell to the ground, and began to growl and grunt, unable to muster up enough air in my lungs to scream. My breaths were shallow and hard, and my throat was on fire. I felt like it was spreading, too, and I couldn't move, I couldn't even talk, all I could do was lie here and growl, my body convulsing rapidly. The pain was so excruciating I kept thrusting my head back and forth as the flames lapped hot at my throat, I could feel my fingers gnarling up, making my hands look contorted even further in the weak glow of light. The fire was spreading, and I was beginning to lose my mind, all I could think about was Sam at this point, I needed her so bad right now, more than I've ever needed anyone. I didn't know what she could do, but I needed her to be next to me to escape the flames. My vision began to grow black, but the pain was becoming more and more real with each passing moment, never faltering for a second. I wanted to scream still, but I found I couldn't, the growling was growling fainter, either my energy was fading, or I was drifting out of consciousness. Whatever the case, the pain still only continued to climb steadily, the fire spreading to my torso. I gripped madly at my own throat with my left hand, and scratched against it a few times. I discovered that my throat wasn't on fire, but could feel no sensations aside from the immense pain I was suffering. My hand continued to search fruitlessly for my prized possession. Tears were rolling down the sides of my face as I finally clutched it successfully in my hand.
"Sam, please help me...." I thought futiley, as the fire raged on, as it snaked its way through my veins. Clutching the necklace as hard as I could, I could feel the sweat on my hands, and strangely enough, how cold it was growing. I could feel my breaths getting even shallower and weaker, and my sight was gone entirely. My body was getting so cold, freezing, really, and yet somehow, these flames continued to consume me. And even though the pain wasn't subsiding, I was drifting into blackness, where soon I would fall asleep. So I clutched the necklace tighter, and kept repeating 'Sam' in my head until I went unconscious.

Born Anew

I didn't drift into consciousness, I snapped back into it instantly. There was no grogginess or disorientation, I was entirely alert, fully awake. I don't know how long it had been, or what had happened, all I knew is that I'd never felt so awake before. Also, I couldn't see a thing, I squinted my eyes, and it only worsened, the blotchy imperfections growing harsher against my eyes. However, I soon realized my vision looked perfect outside of my peripheral vision, and both above and below the sight of my....glasses? But that couldn't be right, usually it was the opposite, had my glasses been broken? If they were cracked, they certainly didn't look like it from my end. All there was was a blur of extremely vibrant colors, everything was a haze behind the speckled, stained surface. Lifting my hand from the gravel beside me, I took my glasses off, and was blinded with color. It didn't hurt my eyes, but the color and detail had never been so exquisite before, my vision had been switched to HD. Or that's how it felt, anyway, my glasses actually made my vision terrible. But even still, I'd never looked through a pair of glasses that looked so distorted, how could that be possible? Examining the blurred world through the portals of my glasses, I took notice of my hand as I lied, and noticed how deathly pale it was. Well, pale may have been the wrong word for it, it was practically paper white, not even color under my fingernails. Dropping my glasses, I looked carefully at my left hand, and was stunned by it, its paleness, and oddly enough, its perfection. It didn't look like my hand--at least not as much as it should have, and not just because of color. The nails were more refined, less stubby, they were drawn to a perfect edge before stopping. The scar I once had on my left index finger had also vanished, a patch of marble white took its place. Bringing my hands together, I tried to see if there was any differentiation in temperature, and detected none. I didn't feel cold, I only felt the stone-like hardness of my hands. And observing my right hand, I noticed it was the same exact way, like a duplicate of my left hand entirely, the nails and all. They truly looked sculpted, but maybe that isn't an accurate enough depiction, because everything was precise. I'm not sure how I was able to decipher the exact measurements, but I trusted my eyes enough to believe it. If these were indeed MY eyes. Surveying each of my hands in shock still, I came to two shocking realizations, for one, it was at least mid-afternoon, which meant I could have been here all night--or more. And two, since the moment I'd woken up, I hadn't drawn in a single breath. A drew a hasty inhale in, and was suddenly overwhelmed by my senses. I could smell heavy amounts of iron around me, wet, warm iron. The back of my throat stung with a thin fluid that began to pool in my mouth. I hissed slightly as I swallowed it quickly to stop the burning, and I flipped to my feet, jumping up from my back with perfect grace and accuracy. A motion I was half-unaware I would make, and even more shocked that I did it so swiftly. Landing gracefully on my feet, long strands of hair fell over my eyes, a cover I hadn't seen in months, and I gripped my hair in shock. It had grown to the length it had been before I buzzed it, the length it took me at least a year to grow it to. I tried to ask myself why, but the liquid was accumulating in my throat again, and I swallowed hard, clenching my eyes shut tight. The scent around me was driving me insane, something was nearby, and it smelled so tantalizing, it called out mockingly to me. I looked ahead, and saw a woman in the distance jogging, her back to me, and realized that the scent was flowing from her. And though she was at least 200 yards away, I could see her quite clearly. She looked like one of those fitness freaks, and I could smell her blood pumping, I could hear it coursing through her veins, and the liquid filled my mouth again, my eyes growing wide. And I darted toward her without thinking, after only a second, no, not even a second yet, I was no more than a few feet away. Stopping myself as quickly as I could, I halted and stood like a statue. She hadn't even heard me approach, she continued to jog away slowly, and I realized how maddeningly strong the scent had become now that I was this close. I could smell everything on her body, the perspiration she gave off, the smell of her hair, but worst of all, the strongest scent came from her blood. It seemed to radiate profusely from her. I was salivating erratically now, and my throat grew sore and hot with the stinging liquid, I wanted to attack her, the sweet scent flooding my nostrils. I took a few quick strides to get behind her once more, and once I was close enough to her throat I leaned close to her neck. Without knowing exactly what I was doing, I bit hard into her neck, and began to suck as hard as I could. She screamed, and grabbed at my head, trying to tear it away, but my jaw was locked like a steel bear trap. Sucking harder, I could taste the warmth of it opposing the cold deadness of my throat, the heavenly aroma flooding my skull. Blood seeped past my mouth, and I could smell the intoxicating fragrance as it grew even stronger. My body began to feel as though it was growing warmer, stronger, I felt my vision grow even sharper than it had been before, which was hard to believe. I was so engrossed in the amazing sensation of this blood that I was only vaguely aware her struggles were growing weaker. She couldn't fight me off much longer, her hands gripping my head with a feeble grip now, her legs no longer kicking mine, but lightly tapping them. She was beginning to grow cold, I noticed, as my own body grew significantly warmer, and I realized a little too late she was dying. I was getting fuller off of the liquid, yet it smelled no less sweet, but I released my bite, and her body. She fell to the ground in a slump, lying face-down, she made little movement and groaned in disorientation and pain. Blood seeped weakly out of the wound where I'd bitten, and then I noticed something strange, it was already beginning to heal, the wound searing itself shut with a sort of invisible fire. Her voice grew more strained and hoarse, but she couldn't scream, and I then realized that she couldn't, she was doing the same growling and convulsing I'd done. She rolled onto her back side, the veins in her neck strained, an animal look on her face. She stared directly at me as her green eyes began to grow devoid of color, her irises growing slate gray. Where I'd bitten had slowly become a scar, and now even that was beginning to fade, an iciness spreading from the bite, her skin was losing color. Curiously, I looked back to her eyes, and saw they'd grown even blacker, and continued to darken in shades, as the white spreaded throughout her body. I realized I'd done the exact same thing to her that happened to me. She felt like she was on fire.
"I'm so sorry..." I whispered quietly to her before I whirled around, darting away. As I sprinted, I realized that I was even faster now. Even faster than I was moments ago, and even that was severely inhuman, I didn't sprint for more than two seconds before I was already at the end of the trail, or more accurately, the beginning. I took in a small whiff to smell my surroundings, and noticed that, aside from the irony fog that clung to the air, everything else was virtually null. It's not that other scents weren't present, they were just incredibly insignificant in the presence of all of this...sustenance. Looking back the direction I came from, I saw another person enter the trail, their bloody scent wafting my way. My lips pursed and my eyes grew wide, I darted toward them, and suddenly, made myself veer off into another direction.
"I've got to stop myself, what am I doing?" I thought worrying to myself, though I was running at what seemed like (and probably was) several hundred miles per hour, my vision wasn't blurred, and I felt in control. At least of my speed. I passed by several sources of blood, but blocked out my breathing, trying to make it less of a habit so I was less prone to attack people. But even when I didn't breathe, the scent lingered in my nostrils. I was very aware it was there. Trying my best to ignore it, I forced my legs to carry me back to my house, and not much longer after the thought to return home had formulated, I was there. I wasn't too concerned what my parents would think if I came home late, I just was curious how much self-control I had. I tore open the flimsy metallic screen door, before gripping the main door's handle, and walking inside. Walking into the house, I looked into the living room immediately, and saw nobody, I sighed with relief. However, as I inhaled, the stinging returned to my throat, and I clenched my fists as tight as I could. The house reeked of blood. I took in one more deep breath, but did let myself exhale once I realized there was no source nearby, meaning my parents must have gone out. At least they hadn't realized I was gone yet. I walked back to my bathroom and flipped on the light, staring at myself in awe. I was completely different. Well, that may have been an overstatement, but I was beautiful. My hair had been grown out to its old, long, shaggy length, it held a light blone glow to it. It was almost like a soft, honey gold liquid shimmering in the sun. My face was more attractive than I'd ever remembered it, my imperfections cleared up. As opposed to my nose being slightly bulbousy, it was more angular and straight, more model-esque. My lips were still as full, and shaped the same, but they complimented my face better now. My cheekbones were more defined, harder looking, more like a statue, and my cheeks had grown a bit thinner. Not to the point they looked unealthy, but it made my face look more sculpted. Then immediately, my hand shot to my sternum, and in shock, I realized that it was completely flat, the malformation had disappeared. It always used to stick out to an extent, yet somehow it was gone now. A flat space was left in its place, between two rock-hard pectoral muscles. They weren't overly big, either, just enough to be slightly muscular, but they were defined well. As far as my complexion went, there wasn't so much as a pimple, or even a light deformity, everything looked as though it had been completely sanded and polished. Though I was very engrossed with looking at my new physical attributes, I was snapped out of it when I drew in a painful breath, and I knew I couldn't stay here if I wanted everyone to be safe. I'd have to go somewhere by myself for awhile, maybe find others of my own kind...Which is, presumably, vampire. Maybe some others who had endured the same fate would know how to cope with the cravings. Would it be possible to control them? I certainly hoped so. But for the meantime, I knew I'd have to leave, I knew that I had little control, but there was someone I had to see. Darting out of my house, leaving everything just as I found it, I began to run as fast as I could to the person I needed to protect most. I felt the necklace pulling back against my neck as I ran, in a feeble attempt to strangle me, to keep me from going. As if it were saying "You can't go, you idiot, you can't control it well enough, you'll kill her.". And even still, though I knew I may end up hurting her, I knew I'd have to try my best not to, I was still about half-full. So maybe I could handle a brief confrontation, besides, if I was going to do this, I had to in person. Running along the streets downtown at a pace I couldn't be detected, I had her home in mind.
"I'll be there soon, Sam..."

Author's Note

Just some drabble.