Chapter 1: Transformation
She felt the blood almost as if it was liquid fire burning through her veins. She tried to open her eyes, but when she did her eyes were blinded by a bright light. Every movement felt like a thousand knives pierced her body. She was lying on the floor trying not the move, but even that was unbearable. She didn't understand, what was going on. It felt like she was dying, yet she felt more than she had ever done in her entire live. Sounds were louder than ever, she could feel every fiber of the wooden floor she was lying on. 'When is this going to end. Just let me die, let it end' she thought.
On the other side of the room was a man sitting in an old wooden chair looking at her as if he himself was feeling the same pain. He looked like he was not a day over twenty but you could see something different in his eyes. Like he had suffered more than is possible in twenty years even than in an entire lifetime.
After what seemed like days the girl stopped with screaming and it looked like she was sleeping. The young man walked slowly to the girl and spoke softly to her.
'Clio, wake up. Please, listen to me.'
He kneeled down beside her and gently touched her shoulder. She opened her eyes and looked at him with surprise, it looked like she wanted to speak but she didn't. He picked her up like she was a small child.
'Shhh, it is going to be okay.' he said.
They walked into another room which was lighted by a few candles and he put her on the sofa. She sat up slowly and her eyes swept through the room. Just like the other room, almost everything was old and made from wood. It gave a warm and cosy feeling and she felt right at home.
'I need to tell you many things' the man said.
She looked at him, he looked familiar but yet she could not recall his face or even remember his name. Now she realized that she couldn't remember how she had got here or even her name.
With a hoarse voice she spoke 'who are you?'.
The man didn't look very much surprised by this question, you could even see a little smile.
'My name is Centzon. You probably don't remember much of your old life now, but it may come back to you. You lost a lot of blood by my fault, I hope very much you can forgive me soon for that.'
The girl looked even more confused. 'I don't understand, my old life?' she asked.
'I will explain as much as I can to you. But you must be patience, my love. Please listen carefully and don't interrupt me. We don't have much time I'm afraid. You might remember me later as mr. Totochtin. But you can call me Centzon from now on. I can't say this any other way, but I'm a vampire. And from now on, so are you.'
He looked at the girl and even though he had just said something she probably didn't think possible, she remained quiet.
He continued his story: 'You don't have to worry about killing humans, being killed by silver or garlic. But you must never go outside during the day or come close to fire, that will kill you. I will tell you the essentials for this life. So you will be able to survive without me. Now pay attention. Never drink the blood of humans, blood of animals will do. Never expose yourself to a human as a vampire, otherwise there will be great and awful consequences.
Being a vampire isn't all bad though, you will be able to do far more than any human with steroids will ever be able to do. Your strengths will only develop more over the ages. But you will never age, you will always look like the 24-year-old woman you are now. So rest and don't go out of this room until the sun goes down again. Now I have to leave you, farewell my child.'
After his little speech he left the room, leaving the girl startled and alone.
Centzon looked out of the window and saw that dawn was approaching. Never in his life he had felt so overcome by grieve and shame. Why did she come to him? Almost like she knew he was thirsty and out of control. And out of all people it was her, she who tempted him so badly. And now, now it was too late. He had tasted human blood and could never forgive himself. Once again he looked out the window, now his eyes were blinded by the rising sun. He made his final decision and stepped out of the shelter of his house.
At the same moment the girl screamed out in pain, this time it was a different pain. A pain like something was being ripped out of her. A piece of her that laid deep inside of her. Then everything went black.
Hint for you: all names are from an ancient culture. Wikipedia helps a lot if you want to know the symbolism. Most characters are based/inspired on the meaning of their name.