My story begins in the state of Idaho. My life was a happy one. I was born in Nampa, on the 18th of December in 1992 in the middle of a blizzard. I spent sixteen years as an only child before I was gifted with a baby sister named Kaylee. I would give anything to protect my family, especially my little sister. In less than a years time I would be the proud owner of a beautiful Mustang which I would adopt, my two deepest dreams come true. Where are my manners? I haven't introduced myself yet have I? My name is Nicky Luceal Faith Johnson and I am seventeen years old. At this point, it doesn't seem like anything could destroy my life in any permanent way, I could always fix things in imaginative ways, that's what makes me special. Even when I didn't realize it myself.
The wind howled around the corner of my room, jerking me out yet again of possible sleep. Night sky is barely visible through the threatening black clouds. A storm was on it's way that would make the wing look like nothing in comparison. I knew that mom and dad where sound asleep with my little sister in the farthest room from the road, mine was the closest. At first, I didn't even notice the sound of breaking glass behind the roaring of the storm. But the sound of heavy boots caught my attention and my heart started to gallop to a whole different tempo. Flinging my blankets from my body I hurried out of my warm bed and rushed to my closed door, ever so quietly I pulled it open and peeked through. My heart came to a skidding halt. A man, long shaggy blond hair, pale skin, eyes as dark the night, a long brown coat with regular blue jeans and steel-toed boots. But even the fact that there was a strange man in the house didn't scare me as much as the fact that he held a newly sharpened ax. He hadn't noticed me yet, he was heading down the hall in the direction of my family. The way he held that ax left no doubt in my mind what he was going to us it for. Murder. Before I could fully realize what I was doing I had flung my door wide open and stepped into the hallway behind him. The man whirled, ax raised, but stopped when he saw me standing in one of my camisole tops and excersize shorts. I saw a glint of something in his eyes that made my inside writhe. My instincts said 'Run!' but my head said 'Protect!'. I would use that glint against him.
"Please, don't hurt my family. Take me, take me instead and don't come back. Please." I prayed that my pleading would make is twisted and psychopathic mind happy. I don't know how long I stood there, starring at him, waiting for him to bring the ax down on my frail and soft body. Instead, he lowered his ax and motioned me toward the living room. Lowering my eyes, I walk ahead of him and see the window behind the piano shattered. I crawl through with him close behind. The second he is free of the window he reaches for me and grabs my long red hair and drags me across the road to and abandoned store. It is to dark for me to see clearly but a screech signals a metal door against a metal frame. Tears start flooding from my eyes as he pushes me inside a horrid smelling space. Metal against metal, and the wind is cut of mind howl. An engine starts to my left and the space I'm in starts to wobble, like wheels over rough road.
"This is it, you dumb idiot. You saved your family and sacrificed yourself to a madman who will most likely kill you the minute he finds a nice little spot to dispose of your body," a tortured sob cut me off as I start crying again, " I just hope that my body is found by the right people and returned to my family." Slowly, I curl into a ball on the rank smelling shag carpet and cry myself into oblivion.
Long story short, he didn't kill me, physically anyway. He destroyed me on the inside though. He did what ever he wanted to me, and I was helpless to stop him. For a year, my life was filled with scream after scream, pain after boiling pain. My body was starting to look like an organic chopping block with the many cuts he inflicted on me. He hardly fed me anything that would keep me healthy, a few scraps here, a few drops of water there.
He would only stop in campground, that was the most populated place he would stop. But I was so hoarse from screaming and talking had been banished, that I don't even think I could have spoke one word of help. On the third campsite, I thought I was finally going to be saved but it turned out to be... hopeless. A young man, maybe just out of teens, walk up and asked about " the young woman inside the trailer". The Man gave him all the trimming of I was violent and only interested in self inflicted injury so he kept me locked inside for safety. The young man nodded and apologized for interrupting and walked away without looking back. After that, I gave up hope of every kind and shut down. He noticed my lack of reaction and made our time together worse by trying to get me to scream again. I wouldn't, I couldn't.
I didn't even wake up when a strong pair of arms circled around me and picked me up off the rotting floor. I didn't care anymore, I felt my end coming, my body had endured all that it could. My breathing was barely lifting my chest and my body was cold and numb everywhere. Cold, wet leaves where suddenly under me, I suppose that this was going to be the end now, he would kill me any second now because I was no use to him. I relished the thought of getting away from him. Of being free.
"Eric? What have you done?" a woman's voice?
"It wasn't me, Sam, you should have seen what that human was doing to her over and over again. He was killing her, Sam, I couldn't leave her there to be... ruined by that.. that... animal! But I am afraid I may have come to late, her heart is slowing and she hasn't reacted to anything."
"Eric, maybe it is better that she die here, from what you say I doubt she would be any better off. I mean, look at her, Eric, she is already ruined. The turn may even kill her faster and more painfully."
"I know. But I have to try, Sam."
"Alright, Eric, do your best to save, I really hope you do. But... I won't say 'I told you so' when she dies."
I was still trying to figure out what they meant through my hazy mind when agony beyond anything He had ever inflicted on me coursed through my dying body. My pitiful scream didn't even reverberate through the trees like I wished it did. Thankfully, I had been so close to oblivion to start with, I didn't want to endure anymore of that. I greeted the darkness that engulfed me. For the first time in a year, I was happy.
I was slightly confused when my body suddenly became hyper aware. My heart wasn't beating, I was dead, but I thought that heaven would be more... well, more, than the forest that surrounded me now. Opening my eyes, I see night sky and a huge full moon. Well, maybe this was heaven after all. Sitting up, I see a man and a woman that I don't think that I know. My eyebrows scrunched together when they don't welcome me.
"Who are you, where am I?" maybe I wasn't in heaven.
"My name is Eric, this lovely woman next to me Sam. I, ah, saved you. Do you remember?" I flinched as he brought on the last living memories. I nodded.
"Good, I was rather afraid that you wouldn't remember anything, you where not in the best condition."
"Am I dead?"
He smiled with a humor that I didn't not seem to get.
"No, you are not dead."
"What?"
The woman spoke, " Eric caught the scent of your blood and went to investigate, he found you and decided to save you by turning you into one of us."
"Okay, so? What am I now?"
"You are a vampire."
My head reeled at this news, a vampire, how is that possible. Sure, my body is completely healed of all the damage that He did to me, but how in the world am I able to accept that I am a vampire. Do they think that I am that gullible. All though, I did feel stronger than I ever had, I felt dangerous. Like I was the most feared thing in the world and I liked it. What other explanation could there be?
"I'm a vampire? Holy mother of-." Eric and Sam burst into laughter, and I had to join them.
As it turned out, Eric had killed Him to get to me before I died, I was a little disappointed because I had rather been looking forward to revenge. My next question was about my family, now that I was free, could I go back? I was told it probably wouldn't be a wise decision. Sam told me about the ins and outs of being a female vampire and Eric taught me the best way to hunt. By the second day, I was so tired mentally that Eric gave me the day off. In need of serious alone time, I headed west in the direction of a delicious salty smell. I noticed that as I made my way slowly and casually through the forest that all the animals gave me a wide birth., for all they knew a predator was on the prowl. I smiled at the thought of me prowling, I had never thought of myself in that light not even when I was told that I was a vampire.
The salty odor turned out to be the ocean, it looked like the Washington Coast by the waves and beach. I came out of the trees to stand on the top of a beautiful cliff over looking everything. A storm was coming in from the northwest and it smelled like heavy rain. Sitting at the edge, I lifted my face to the cold wind blowing in from the open ocean, it felt so good. I wished that my mom was here with me to experience this moment. My spirits fell drastically as the thought of my family filled my mind. How could I possibly keep away from them? Even if just a phone call to let them all know that I was safe, for the most part? The answer was simple, I couldn't. That settled it, I would find a phone from some camper and call home just to reassure them. I vaguely wished that I would get the answering machine.
So fully involved in my internal planning, I at first didn't notice the faint hum in the air. My muscles froze in place as my senses searched for the source. Nothing immediately rendered it's self. A barely noticeable draft of air fought to blow my long hair against the sea breeze. Confused, I lift my face to the sky in search of perhaps a low flying aircraft. But still nothing presented itself. Bemused, I see that the long wild grass top the cliff is practically flat, but spreading out from one point. Not like a natural wind. Suspicion flooded through me and a hiss escaped through my lips as I felt a powerful wave of electrified air. What the? I step back in unconscious response as a bright white light suddenly appears above me. It definitely wasn't the sun, it was way to stormy. Unexpectedly, the light burst forward toward the ground and surrounded me in it's brilliance. The second the light engulfed me my body stopped responding to my commands. I fell to the grassy ground in a heap but I didn't lose conscious thought. Out of know where a man appeared from thin air dressed in light cream clothe clothes. He had a determined expression as he focused on my limp form, turning around he nodded and another man appeared. They approached me and grabbed under my arms and legs. Lifting me up they carried me to the place they had materialized. I wanted to fight, to escape, but I couldn't move. I watched in horror as a strange enclosure appeared around me. The men sat me down and I heard what sounded like hydrolics as the growing storm was abruptly cut off. Artificial lights illuminate the space as the men went into an a joining compartment and the door closed in a total Star Trek fashion. The low hum started again and I tried to move, maybe it wasn't to late to get away. Misery took it's hold on me as I realized that it didn't matter how hard I strained I wouldn't get free. I wished I could scream and cry, but I wouldn't be able to growl let alone produce any tears.
I heard the hum shift two octaves, but somehow it was still the same, and wondered if we where about to crash. In the blink of an eye a bright blue... something, rushed forward from the front compartment and overtook me. As quickly as it came it was gone. The hum ran for a three more minutes before there was a slight shudder and the hum died. The Star Trek door opened and the two men, including another man and a woman, stepped forward. The men grabbed me as the woman pressed her hand against the wall and the hydrolic sounded as the back of the space opened like an aircraft carrier. I strained to see what was going on but nothing changed in my mobility. There was five more people waiting outside, one stepped forward and pressed something hot against my neck. Agony enveloped me and I begged for the ability to scream before my vision darkened and I knew no more.
I awoke with my head on fire, my gasp reverberated in the dark room. Part of my mind realized that I could move but the majority of it was focused on where I was. Slowly, I sat up and examined the horizontal bars that formed a square cell around me. Not visible to human eyes was a shimmering wall of energy in between the gaps. I was trapped, with no visible way of escape. I stood up and walked to the nearest wall and yelled for an explanation to my imprisonment. I got no answer. I was alone in this cell but I could hear others close by, more cells? Maybe. The next question to make itself known was: why? I can't imagine that these.. people were from earth. So... what... had I been abducted by aliens? I wanted to laugh that thought into oblivion, but the fact that I was a vampire prevented me from dismissing it. What if that was why I was taken, because I was a vampire? I shuddered to think if that was the true reason for my being here.
Unnerved, I moved to the center and sat cross-legged. I studied the dark around me realizing that I was truly alone, it wouldn't be long before I need to feed. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, what would happen then? Would they wait to study me in agony as I was burned from the inside out? I shivered at the thought of that measure of suffering. As the time passed, I grew to bored and tired to wait for my mind to stay conscious. With some effort, I slipped into a form of hibernation. If anyone approached me while in hibernation they might just think that I was dead. As my awareness dropped, the only thing that broke through my darkness was my growing thirst.