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Vampire Story part 12
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I woke several days later knowing that I had to do it now. Isaac should be changed. Why now? I thought about it for several minutes, as the date came floating into my head. I almost laughed. June 23, the day Ivan and Charles had left. How ironic. Maybe this would seal the fact that Isaac made me feel like the last ninety years had never happened. But he wouldn’t be expecting it, which was good. No matter how firmly he had decided to do this, anyone balks in the face of death. It was human reflexes. Vampires were the same way, more so because we had nothing to look forward to. Not an after-life, not even damnation.
Isaac came in just before breakfast. I rose quickly and grabbed him, pulling him towards me. I felt him tense beneath me as I bit into his neck. He tasted like late summer, warm apples and grass. His smell surrounded me as I saw his life flash before my eyes.
He was three, and his mother was gone. Where was she? He later realized she was dead, but it took several years…
He was five, timidly entering kindergarten, ignoring the stares and mutters, knowing he smelled of stale beer and cigarettes…
He was seven, his father coming home late and yelling at him for leaving his things lying around. I could see the house, a complete dump of things, most of them an older mans…
Later that night, curled in bed, crying quietly, his body aching, hoping his father wouldn’t hear…
He was eight, examining a fresh scar. His father had thrown a bottle at him in one of his drunken rages…
He was nine, coming home and realizing his father was still sprawled on the floor where he slept. Realizing he wasn’t breathing, realizing he was dead…
Stopping school, only now apprehending that, lazy as his father was, he had paid the rent…
Living on the streets, eating what he could find…
Meeting me, and fearing he was going to an orphanage, learning I wanted to help…
Callum beating him, but being grateful that was as bad as it got…
Finally going back to school, being able to read as long as he wanted, enjoying himself…
I felt him go limp beneath me and pulled away, fearing I had gone to far. I bit into my arm and dripped the blood into his wounds. I held my arm against his neck until he shuddered and collapsed. I heard his breathing slow and his heartbeat finally stop. I laid him on his bed and waited for him to wake up.
Those next two days were the longest of my life. Isaac lay completely still, not moving, not breathing. Worries swirled around my head. So many things could have gone wrong. I could have drained too much blood, I could have given him to little of my blood, his body could have rejected the bacteria, and healed him. I could have killed him for no reason. I fidgeted, wondering and tormenting myself.
Finally I saw his hand twitch. He stirred and opened his eyes. He cringed at the sudden light, though the room was dim. He lay there for a moment, absorbing the sudden flood of senses. “Lori,” He almost whispered. “Am I dead?”
I nodded. “How do you feel?”
He sat up, looking around. “I feel good. But overwhelmed. Are your light always this sensitive?”
“You get used to it. You learn to use your senses, and ignore the ones that don’t matter. Are you hungry?”
He paused, thinking. “Really hungry, now you mention it.”
“It’s twilight. Lets go.”
We left the house, winding through the back streets until we found a victim. I usually drank pig or cows blood, but human blood was crucial for the first few days. My town was too small for me to feed entirely off humans without someone noticing. Isaac caught and killed him with an ease that surprised me. It appeared he really was suited for this kind of life. He pushed the body away from him after he was done. He eyed it for a moment before picking it up and putting it in the dumpster.
He looked around, the bloodlust I had seen in so many young vampires still strong in his eyes. He calmed slightly, before gasping, “I saw his life. Everything he had done. He had two kids, and a wife who left him, and a job as a real estate agent. Everything. Does that alwas happen?”
I nodded sadly. “I wish it didn’t, but that’s what we need to do to survive. The faster you drain someone, the less you see. Some vampires enjoy it, knowing they have cheated someone out of a life. Many do, actually, and they savor the fear-scent. I can’t understand it though, why someone would enjoy in causing that much pain. If you break their neck first, it helps a little.”
“That’s so horrible. How could they?”
“It’s what we were built to do.”
Isaac wiped the blood from his mouth and we walked away. A lone beam from the sunset broke through the cloud-cover and touched us. I gasped. Isaac’s eyes, instead of turning the blood red that our eyes turned when the sun touched them, stayed exactly the same.
Isaac turned to me, hearing me. “What?”
“Your eyes”
Isaac frowned. “What about them?”
“They’re…green.”
“Yes, my eyes are green.”
I shook my head. “No, they should be red. The sunlight does that to us.”
Isaac shook his head slightly. “Weird. Maybe it was a fluke.” He shrugged it off, turning away. I didn’t say anything, letting him. But it wasn’t a fluke. I didn’t know how, or why, but Isaac was different. I didn’t know if his eyes would be the end of it, but something about him was special.
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Please Login to post comments| On October 31st 2007 Redneck151 Said : | |
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really good keep me posted |
| On October 31st 2007 CaPlanePourToi Said : | |
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Holy crap. This is really good. Now I have to go back and read the beginning. Keep it up! |
