Sarah's story
Her long luscious hair flowed down her back. It was odd how she could now feel every little thing. She had felt it before, but now it seemed more real. Her loosely curled hair had become tight spirals and her red hair had become a brighter orange colour.
At first she had been scared. Now that everything had been explained to her, she felt a little better. Sarah was a vampire now. There was nothing she could do about that. She could not go back and change the events of two weeks ago.
She had fled the shelter of the elders to find John. John was her salvation. After their mother had left them and ran off to Paris, John had become her only family. They had both decided it would be best to tune their mother out. Daphne was a selfish woman and only cared about herself. That point was really proven when Mark had seduced their mother, and she had not resisted. In fact Daphne and Mark were still together living in Paris. John had been hurt badly over losing his best friend.
Sarah had left the shelter of the elders by stealth. She was sure they had probably sensed her leaving, but hadn't stopped her. They could read her every thought before she even had it. They could make objects move with their minds. Hayer was the most powerful. She thought back to her meeting with him.
Sarah had passed out during her initial meeting with the elders. She supposed the knowledge had been too strange and unreal. Coming to, she saw Hayer, the oldest and the wisest elder, watching over her. He spoke to her without moving his lips.
Dear Child, I am glad to see you are finally awakened. I am sorry that we startled and overwhelmed you. We put a protective seal on you against the one that made you. Do you understand?
Sarah wasn't sure whether she should speak or answer in her head. Her mouth felt extremely dry and she wasn't sure she could get a word out even if she wanted to.
No. What is going on? What is this place? Why am I here?
Child, you are here so that we can protect you and help you learn what you are. You have died. You are no longer human. Do you remember dying?
Her mind flashed back to the tall blond haired stranger she had met at the club. Anthony had just ditched her for a leggy brunette. The long blond haired man had whispered nice things in her ear. Furious at her boyfriend for dumping her at the club, she was highly vulnerable. She believed everything the muscle stranger said. Eventually she had agreed to go outside with him, just to talk. He had
lured her to the alley where he had killed her. Yes, she remembered him, and she would never forget him either.
Yes.
Then you know why you are here. Hayer walked towards. He was tall. His long grey beard reached his collarbone. He looked at Sarah was sad eyes.
Child, I am sorry I have terrible news for you. You are no longer of the living. You are now a vampire. Do you know what that is?
Her mind was numbed. She knew she had died. She wasn't quite sure where she was. To find out she was a
vampire was not possible. Vampires weren't real. They were stories so that movie producers could sell movies. She couldn't be a vampire.
Hayer's long bony hands touched her face. She looked at him. His face wrinkled and his eyes reflected sorrow. His hands felt cool on her face.
I am sorry child to tell you this. I remember when I first found out. My whole life changed. Everything I was taught and learned was a lie. I am afraid it is the same for you. Yes vampires truly do exist. Unfortunately one found you and made you what you are.
Sarah pulled back from his touch. Her large blue eyes filled up with tears. She took a deep breath and willed herself not to cry.
Yes, tell me about the one who made me. The man with the long blond hair. Who is he? Why did he pick me?
Hayer sat down on the soft velvet sofa. Sarah was sitting across from him in a red velvet armchair.
The one who made you is Garath. He is a rebel vampire and not to be trusted or dealt with at all. Do you understand? He did not have our permission or authority to make you. We do not make vampires any more. It is too risky in this high tech world. During dark times, yes we made a lot. But now, we don't want our existence to be discovered so we hide. If one wants to make a vampire, it has to be a valid reason and we have to authorize it.
She watched as he stood up to pace. Garath has never listened from day one. He had it rough, no one told him what he was or how to survive. But he did learn. Now he has it in his head that he is the mightiest vampire and he wants to rule. He is too young and reckless for our liking and we are afraid he will help the humans discover us. He is hunting young women. We are not pleased with him.
A horrible thought entered Sarah's head. She looked at Hayer, and the tears that she had suppressed flowed down her face.
Yes my child. Hayer said answering her question and approaching her. He wiped away her tears with a finger. Putting the finger in his mouth, he continued.
You are a vampire. Some parts of the stories aren't true, but the drinking of blood is. But contrary to the stories, we don't need that much to survive. We thrive on blood banks, old people, and of course thieves and murders. Killing people is something we don't do. Nor do we attack the young and the innocent. We feel shame enough for what we are. We don't like hurting the mortals any more than we have to. For now, until you are
comfortable, we will feed you out of the blood bank. We all take our meal at midnight. You will hear a bell. Follow the sound and it will lead you to lunch.
Taking the finger out of his mouth, he turned away towards the doorway. If you don't feel comfortable drinking blood, don't worry. We will see how long you can withstand the need. Trinya will be in to see you soon. Rest now child.
Sarah watched him glide out of the room. She was alone in the room. The room had a collection of velvet furniture. There was the red sofa, armchair, and a loveseat. The odd thing was, the room didn't have any windows. She had no idea what time of day it was. She assumed it was night since Hayer had referred to a midnight meal.
On the floor was a large Persian rug. It felt pleasant on Sarah's bare feet. Looking down at herself she saw that she was wearing a cream coloured robe. The robe was soft and clung nicely to her body. She was a bit uncomfortable with the thought that she had been naked in front of someone.
A tinkling of bells sound made Sarah lift her head and look towards the doorway. Walking in was Trinya. She was a tiny woman; she could almost be considered a midget. She had thick blond hair that was tied back to reveal a pretty face. Her eyes were green almost an emerald colour. On her tiny frame hung a white robe.
"Hello Sarah."
Clearing her throat, Sarah tried to squeeze out some words, but to no avail. I can't talk. Can you hear my thoughts?
"Yes." Trinya said with a chuckle. "I can see that Hayer has been here. Already you are comfortable with the mind talking." She walked into the room and sat down on the velvet loveseat that was next to Sarah. "Myself, I have never gotten used to mind talk, so I prefer to speak out loud. But I understand that your throat is raw. It will be for a few nights. A lot of things will be sore and different with your body. One thing you will notice is how vibrant things are now."
Sarah looked at the tiny woman. Trinya seemed so open and trustworthy. Sarah wasn't sure what to think about this place. I'm a little confused Trinya. I've already died. What else do I have to go through?
Trinya smiled and patted Sarah's leg. "I know it seems a bit much. We are going to show you how it is done. Hayer isn't the most sympathic guy. He tries to be. But he is very old school. Your hair is already different. If you look in the mirror you will notice the colour, and the curls are much different. Colours will be brighter and more vibrant. Sounds will be louder and crazier. You can't eat food, you can't walk during the day, and you have to get rid of all your human ties. You will also develop powers; every one of us is different. You will need to master this power. You might even become an elder someday."
Sarah stopped listening after she heard the part of getting rid of human ties. Now that she was alive, or sort of, she needed to reach out and contact John. She wasn't sure what was going on, and she needed him to help her and be there for her. She would stay and learn all that she could with the elders, but she would not severe her human ties. John needed to know the truth. Her eyes clouded up with tears. He was probably distraught over her death. Soon she would have to go see him. She didn't want him upset too long, not when she wasn't dead.
Sitting on John's expensive leather couch. She watched him sleep. He hadn't woken up yet since he had fainted. Looking around his apartment, she could tell that her death had immensely affected him. John was a neat person, and the apartment was trashed. He had liquor bottles that were empty lying around everywhere. They were on the coffee table, on the floor by the couch, she could see them on the entertainment unit, on the kitchen counter, the dinning room. Everywhere.
She stroked his greasy, short brown hair. She felt so guilty. When he woke up they would have much to talk about. Standing up, she pulled the giant curtains closed. Daylight would be coming soon. Daylight was now her enemy.
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