Bree's Story
Finally, the terrible pain is subsiding. I feel so unlike myself. I am so thirsty there is a dry ache in my hollow throat. My usually soft stomach is now harder than granite, same for my arms and legs. I sit up adjusting to this new body. Surprisingly, there is a mirror in this diminutive, bland room. I happen to catch a glimpse of my reflection as I walk by. My once vivid blue eyes now shone a sinister red with dark bruise- like shadows under them. My face and body is pale, as if I'd never been in the sunlight. I jump back. Where's Riley, I wonder. He said he would be here when I woke up. As if he was being called, he came through the door.
"Oh good, you survived the transformation, Victoria will be pleased," he said.
"Who's Victoria," I asked, "What happened to me? What did you do?"
"All in good time sweetheart, but now you must come with me. Its time for dinner," he answered, smirking, as I he knew something I didn't.
I follow him down a dark corridor of what felt like a huge house. We stop at a room with a bolt locked door.
"What's in there," I implore.
"Weak humans," he said calmly.
"But why."
"We have to eat something," he said simply.
"WHAT, that's outrageous!"
He unlocked the door, turned the knob, and let go of the door. With a gust of wind from somewhere above, the door creaked open. The fragrance coming from the room was so excellent I threw the door open, zoomed in and, grabbed a man. I don't know what's happening and I'm so sacred, I hesitate.
"You're a vampire now. You must drink blood to live."
"But they're innocent people. How can we eat them," I feel my self losing control of my senses.
"You just do, Bree," he replied. I look at the poor man I have in my clutches.
"I'm sorry," I whisper. Then I lost control. The taste of his hot, pulsing blood running through my body was unimaginable. When I finish I leave the room and start back toward mine.
"Wait, little one," Riley called after me, "We must go see Victoria."
I turned around and follow him further down the gloomy hallway. We stop at another door. This one was wooden and ornate, not like the other plain, metal one. Riley didn't have to knock before we heard a soprano voice telling us to enter. The first things I saw were like what you see in an old-fashioned Italian mob movie. A large desk and leather chair, and an antique lamp in the corner giving off only enough light to cast a shadow across the face behind the desk. The chair turned and Victoria rose up, stepping into the light, reveling her angular face and mountain of flaming red hair. She had catlike, red eyes even brighter than mine.
"Hello," I breathe.
"You'll speak when spoken to," she snaps back.
"I'm sorry. I didn't know," I stutter.
"Well you know now," she said, seeming to forgive me, "I have a little project and I need your help. Another incredibly evil vampire killed a very good friend of mine and I must have my revenge. See, our kind does not forgive easily. I am putting together an army. Here,"
She handed me what looked like a red blouse, "This is who we're after," she motioned for me to sniff the shirt.
The shirt smelled like mouthwatering flowers. It made my throat ache again.
"You and the other newborns have unparalleled senses and strength, so we will attack within the month. If you do not agree to fight for me you are easily replaced and will be disposed of. What do you say?"
"I'll fight."