Chapter two- The Becoming of Fesus Vandorak

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Chapter Two

 

Voices echoed in my mind, bringing me towards the dewy light. All I remember was blood leaving my sisters mouth and the evil red eyes burning into me before I faded into thick darkness, Dora, Dora, Dora; Screamed in my thoughts.

“Hush Dear one,” A young voice spoke. “Hush,”

My eyes flickered open, all blurry and gritty. I tried to sit up but a forced kept me firmly to the bed. I felt a cold press against my forehead and had brought me further out of unconsciousness; I was greeted with an angels face.

“Am I- I dead?” I found it difficult to say the words as my throat was dry.

“No, No not yet,” They said softly.

“Where is my sister?” As she was all I could think about. The thoughts of what had happened came back in pieces. My blurry eyes cleared and this angel face; it was not an angel like I thought. It was the child, her ruby eyes were so piercing they might as well been knifes; there was so much evil in them I knew, somehow my soul will be damned to hell.

“You’re sister is cured, look!” She smiled evilly.

Slowly my head turned and saw my sister sitting by the fire; she was glowing as the fire danced on her skin. The woman was stood next to her, stroking Dora’s head soothing her as Dora curled herself more into a ball.

“How, what have you done?” I demanded and sat up, feeling more alert than before. But the child forced my shoulders down. Such a small child with incredible strength, how? A man of my size would have crushed her tiny body.  

“I cured her; she will now live forever Fesus. Is that not what you wanted?” The child asked.

The word ‘Forever’ whispered faintly in my ears, I wanted her to live but forever, that is impossible. No one has such power.

“You are wrong Dear one,” The woman responded as if she heard my thought and stepped forward, with my Dora at her side. Dora’s essence had returned, it did not look like the illness had once touched her but her eyes, my Dora’s eyes were not her own. Not the beautiful pale blue she had inherited from our mother. Dora suddenly held her throat and stepped backwards as if she did not recognize me.

“Who are you?” I stressed. “What is wrong with my sister? Her eyes are wrong!”

The child released me and lightly skipped over to Dora, embracing my sister into her arms and then held my Dora’s hand.

“My name is Ambulina and this is my mother, Pearl. We chose you to be part of our family; I’ve always wanted a big brother and another sister,” She smiled even more evilly, sharing a glance between me and my sister. I looked at Pearl; she looked too young to be a mother.

“But you look too young,” I asked looking at pearl. She smiled gracefully unlike her daughter who had wickedness about her.

“Don’t be fooled my Love, looks are very deceiving,”

I frowned at her remark, trying to understand what she had meant. Carefully I sat up and Dora moved further away, letting go of Ambulina’s hand. I frowned harder, confused to what is happening or had happened to Dora. Her tiny body use to bounce around and run into my arms when someone or something tries to hurt her. But instead I’m the one that is hurting as she backs further away from me.

“Dora,” I said softly. I saw she grabbed at her throat, squeezing. “Why are you doing that?”

“She needs to feed,” Ambulina said skipping to my side. Her tiny hands pulled at my arm, assuming she wanted me to stand. So I did.

“Dora, it is time?” Ambulina said, pulling me closer to Dora but she did not want me near her.

“What do you mean?” My heart quickened. “What do you mean?” I tried to break free off Ambulina’s hold but my limbs weren’t moving. It was like I had become a living statue, I was able to move my head but not my legs or arms.

“Don’t be frightened Fesus, we cured your sister and now Dora can cure you. Live forever with us, it is what you want, it is not?” Pearl said moving closer to me. She stroked my face, looking deep into my eyes and it burned looking back into hers. I calmed suddenly, numbing to the smoothness in her tone. “Live forever, with us,” She repeated.

Pearl stepped away and my sweet Dora came to me, Ambulina took my numb hand and placed it into Dora’s with my palm facing upwards. Dora felt so cold against my skin; she wasn’t supposed to feel like this. My Dora is warm, even the lavender aroma she bathed in was no longing there. But it did not matter; she is alive like I wished. I couldn’t question it anymore; what these strangers had done, couldn’t question the impossibility we will live forever.

“Drink,” Ambulina happily clapped, standing next to Pearl.

I frowned as My Dora stared at me with what used to be pale blue, instead I stare at blood. Is this my Dora? I thought. Those eyes are not human; everything else is her but not those. It does not matter, it does not matter.

My Dora’s chest quickened, her face filled with worry along with fear. I could see she did not want to do this, passing glances between us three. She scratched at her neck and then squeezed my wrist with both hands; I felt the pressure, the strength they had given her.

“Dora, I love you,” I said softly. Hoping that would ease her fear and whatever she had become I will always love Dora, my last breath of air. Her small mouth fell south and I waited for those tears to come but they did not. Dora pressed her mouth against my wrist, her teeth cut into my skin and I could feel my blood fill her mouth. What cure is this? My sister is drinking my blood. Suddenly, a viscous pain tore through my arm and Dora bit harder, bringing me to my knees in agony. This was worse than the pain of the illness, hot pokers burned from the inside out.

“Dora!” I winced. She didn’t stop; Ambulina had to force my wrist out of her grip. The whole of my body collapsed onto the muddy floor of the shelter. The pain, theagony tore at the flesh; I screamed in my thoughts, let it be done! Let it be done! 

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