Strangers
The pain. The pain was terrible. I didn't know where I was, or what was happening . Who am I? I cant remember anything at all, my whole being feels like its on fire. Oh God, when will it end. My bodies tense as I thrash around, screaming seems so useless now. However, screaming was the only sound I could make in the beginning.
"Help. Please help me. Someone.", I whisper. I can sense someone there but there's no answer.
Relief, finally the pain began to subside, slowly. It seemed like it would last forever. My breath became even, my body relaxed. Its cold, inside and out. I don't understand, where am I, what's happened to me? I feel around trying to grasp something. A clue? Instead I feel fingers wrap around mine. I gasp. What now? Friend? Foe? Or maybe my savior. I open my eyes to see the most beautiful being, an angel. But why would an angel be here, when it felt like id just been through hell? His eyes an amazing gold, his hair black as night. He looked concerned, curious as to how I was feeling most likely.
"How are you?" he said with his beautiful lips, but I was distracted. After the initial stun of my angels beauty wore off, my throat began to burn. This thirst began to consume me. My lips pulled back into a snarl. I only had one thought: Blood. I needed it, I could smell hints of it around me. I leaped up, my body crouched. I had to find something to quench me.
"Calm now. Shush darling, its alright." His soothing voice had little affect, but I didn't want to go against him so I did my best. I was able to relax my posture, but my eyes still darted around the forest franticly. I tried to concentrate on him, to get my mind off of this bloodlust. His skin was perfection, omitting the dark bruises under his eyes. Very pale, white even, it looked as smooth as satin. Although he was sitting, back against a tree, it was obvious he was tall, lean, muscular. His face was slightly boyish, maybe 17, a perfect angular nose, striking cheek bones, and full slightly pink lips. He was wearing a black turtleneck and jeans of the same color, it was an amazing contrast to his skin. I tried to let this occupy my mind.
"Its alright," he said again,"everything's alright now. I… I don't… Im not quite sure what to say. I've never had to do this before. You're different now, you've changed. You can feel it already, I know." His beautiful voice struggled to say what I already knew." You are a vampire, sweet. But don't… don't be alarmed, it'll be alright, I promise. You've just got to trust me, alright, and Ill help you. My names Simon Hartlow. Yours?"
"I don't remember. I don't remember anything actually."
"That's fine. Better! About your name. You can choose a new one, that might be nice. Memory loss is to be expected, though."
I looked at him, half because of his beauty half because I expected him to do something about this thirst. He just stared back, he seemed nervous. We sat there, I couldn't for much longer though. My nostrils flared my jaw clenched, I stood and prepared to run, to look for something to satiate me. He stood as well, and put his arms around me in an attempt to hold me there. His soothing words filled my head, his arms firmly, yet gently, keeping me close. I stayed.
Simon led me somewhere, I still hadn't fed. We didn't talk, an occasional glance at each other but that was all. He'd let go of me except for my hand which he held gently in his. I felt frantic, hardly able of any coherent thoughts or words, but silently I followed him. He slowed all of the sudden, looked at me, than looked ahead again. I followed his gaze and saw a group of deer.
"It isn't much, but it'll do for now, until we find something better." He pushed me forward slightly, and I took it as a cue to let my instincts take over. I pounced, ripping and breaking them, drinking the blood that I needed so badly. He was right though, it wasn't enough.
A/N: My first fanfic so please review. More to come.