Alright, so this is a new kind of story that I thought up during my English class, after my poetry test. I own everything in this story, except for the name Christian Ozera. I borrowed that a favorite author of mine, Richelle Mead. Christian, Drew, and Kat are completely mine, but Lily Evans is from J.K. Rowling. It's different, but this story if personally one of my favorites that I have thought of. Oh, I forgot to mention an important part, too! Stephenie Meyer owns Edward, Bella, and all the Cullens. Yes, my dears, the Cullen's are also involved! ENJOY!
Running. That's all I ever did anymore. All I had been doing for the last three years. I'd been running away from the vampire that had turned me: Drew Ozera. I hated him with a passion. He'd taken everything I had loved. I had been twenty-two when he had turned me, and yet I had had so much already. Mary and I had been married for five years, and we had two small children. Elizabeth was four years old, and Matthew was two. Oh, God, how I had loved my family. My sister, Marietta, lived with us as well, and she helped Mary take care of the children during the day.
But our happy life was about to end.
In the year of 1792, we lived in a small, yet comfortable, house in London, England. We were happy. That night, after Mary and I had came back from our walk in the local gardens with Elizabeth and Matthew, we came home to find Marietta lying in the ditch outside our house. Her throat had been ripped out, as if by some kind of animal. I was desolate; Marietta was the last of the family I had left. Mary and I consoled the children, and after we tucked them into the bed, we went to our room and she consoled me. I am not ashamed to say that I wept more than I'd ever seen my wife. I had just lost my baby sister, the one that I had told my father on his deathbed that I would protect. After my tears subsided, I fell asleep, nestled against my worried wife.
Elizabeth and Matthew's screams woke us up. We rushed into their bedroom, and Mary shrieked at the sight that greeted us. The monster, Drew, as I later called him, had his mouth secured to my son's throat, and appeared to be drinking from him. My wife snatched up Elizabeth, then turned and ran out the door. Drew didn't pause until my son quit whimpering. Finally… he threw down my son, and I charged him. Quite easily, he grabbed me by my hair, then drug me to the sitting room, where my wife was sobbing hysterically over my daughter's black curls. I shouted at her to run as Drew tied me to a chair, hissing at me that it would be wise for me to watch what was about to happen. Moments later, he grabbed my wife by the neck and jerked her to him, leaving my baby girl alone on the floor.
"You will watch me kill them!" He snarled, and then his fangs glistened in the light. As I screamed a stream of profanities at him, he sank his teeth into my wife's neck, drinking deeply. She let out one last scream, then whimpered quietly.
"I love you, Christian. Lizzie, be a good girl for Mummy."
With those last words, my wife took one more shuddering breath, and sank into the arms of death as Drew through down her body with a disgusted snort. Elizabeth was clinging to my leg at this point, and she was screaming shrilly. That bastard smirked at her, then at me.
"Now, watch your daughter die, Christian."
I struggled against the ropes that bound me, snarling at him. "Keep your hands off my daughter! I'll not let you harm my child!"
Drew merely chuckled, then snatched up Elizabeth and sank his teeth into her small throat. Her screams, and mine, erupted as he did, but then she fell silent. I sobbed, blinded by my anger and fear. My entire family was dead. What would he do to me?
I felt a tug at my hair, and I looked up miserably. "What do you want, you bastard?" I asked dully, looking away as he wiped his reddened mouth.
"You are a brave human, though you'll learn to stomach death." Drew chuckled unexpectedly, then untied me. "Rise, Christian. I've given you the honor of becoming a vampire, my brother. You will have the Dark Gift, my dear boy. Now, you will not be surrounded by your grief. Trust me, it is better this way."
I stared at him in horror, then tried to run. It was a foolish mistake; I know that now. He simply grabbed me, then bit. It was the most agonizing feeling I'd ever felt. My memory doesn't remember anything past that point… until I woke up, that is.
My eyes flickered open, and I immediately became aware that wherever I was, it was dark in here.
"Congratulations, my dear brother!" Drews' voice cried out suddenly. "You are now a vampire!" He laughed happily as he helped me sit up, his green eyes twinkling. Somehow, it was scary that he green eyes. Elizabeth had had green eyes…
I could only remember that one night, the night he had slaughtered my family. To this day, I can't call back memories from the year before that. I cleared my throat timidly, then asked, "Do I look the same as I did when I was human?"
My question surprised him, I could tell. "Of course. Brown eyes, dark brown hair, and pale skin." He said, nodding. "I remember asking my creator the same question. See? We could be brothers." His eyes held mine, and me smiled slowly. "I have always yearned for a brother. And we have eternity to get to know each other, Christian." His brow furrowed for a moment, then smoothed out. "What is your full name, Christian?"
Now, his question surprised me. "Christian Matthew Williamson." I said after a moment. "What is yours?"
"Hm… My current alias is Drew Thomas Ozera. Your new name shall be Christian Matthew Ozera. This way… no one will remember you."
I stayed silent for a while, and then it dawned on me. This man had brutally slaughtered my family. I could feel the growl rising into my throat, and I glared at him. "You. Murdered. My. Family!" I flung myself at him, and pinned him by the throat against the wall. I could tell he was surprised at my strength, for I was, too, and even more so at my speed. "I'll kill you!" I snarled, slamming him forcefully against the wall.
The man didn't so much as flinch.
"I hate to burst your bubble, you poor little boy, but I can't be killed." He sneered down at me, then twisted out of my grasp. "I am older than you, in human years, and in immortal years. When I was turned, I was twenty-eight. Now, I am three hundred and four years old, dearest brother." With a small gesture to the door, he chuckled quietly. "Come. It is time to hunt, Christian. I shall teach you the immortal ways, and you shall be glorious in your power. Humans are nothing but animals; you feed on them, or you kill them. Nothing else."
"No! I will not kill!" I cried out, my eyes wide with my terror. "I will not do to a human what you have just done to my family! I refuse!" I backed up from him, fearful of my new brother. I did not trust him, not in the slightest. But, later on, he would prove to be the only source of friendship that I would feel for a long time.
He stared at me in disgust, then grabbed my arm, pulling me out the door with him. "Do not be ridiculous, Christian. You will feast on humans, but you will not necessarily enjoy it. Later on, when you learn to appreciate what I have done for you, you will, though. I am certain of that." With this, he smiled cruelly, then pulled me into the nearest alley before I could so much as utter a protest.
By the time we were in the alley, I had remembered what I had been about to say. "I will not ever harm a human." I said through clenched teeth, then pulled away for his grasp, vanishing into the nearby woods.
A few minutes later, I had killed a deer, and I was now drinking from it. The warm, rich blood felt absolutely wonderful. I had had no idea that I was so thirsty… I sighed in content as I finished my meal, then shoved the body away from me. I felt a small shudder pass through me as Drew stepped out of the shadows, disapproval etched on his pale features.
"You're such a weak excuse for a vampire…" He huffed at me, then held out a hand to help me up from the ground.
We weren't off to a very good start… but hopefully that would get better over the years.
I accepted his hand and pulled myself up, and then we began walking through the darkened woods. "We could go to America." I suggested hopefully; I wanted to put some distance between England and myself for a while. I prayed that he would understand, prayed that he would say yes to my suggestion.
"That sounds like a good idea." Drew said indifferently, nodding slightly. "We shall go to America as soon as possible, my brother. We shall reside there, and we shall live there for many a year." He chuckled at this, and I did, too, unable to help myself.
"So we shall." I murmured quietly, then walked ahead of him, my eyes filled with grave sadness that would only grow over the centuries….
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