Infinity chapter 1

I glare at the back of his conspicuous red shirt. He told me to wear something that would blend in with the surrounding forest. And I did. But look who didn't. I look ridiculous, wearing a mud brown shirt with green leaves glued to it. And my pants don't look any better. Green with splotches of brown.

Curiosity burns inside me and I yearn to know where he's taking me. "Philip, where are we going?"

"You'll see," he says curtly.

I absolutely loathe Philip. First, he makes me a bloodsucking creature of the night without my permission (not like I had a choice), then he makes me dress up as a twig when he doesn't have to, and now he's not telling me where he's taking me. I am not going to tolerate this any longer.

I grab him by the neck of his shirt and halt him to a stop. A small part of me was marveling at my strength

"Where are you taking me?" I repeat.

He gives me an exasperated look. "I'm taking you to headquarters."

I raise my eyebrows. "Headquarters?"

"Can we walk and talk? It shouldn't be too hard since we're vampires."

I hiss at that repugnant word. Philip looks at me disbelievingly.

"You're a vampire. Get over it. Besides, you should be proud, not ashamed."

"I will never be proud of what you have made me." I always used to think vampires were cool. They had extraordinary strength, sight, and hearing. It was everything I ever wanted to be. But now, it doesn't seem so wonderful.

"You won't regret this. Trust me."

I snort. "Yeah, when pigs fly."

Philip sighs. I sigh mockingly.

"Why are you so annoying?" he says savagely. "Why can't you be like the others?"

I swear I felt my ears perk up. "What others?"

He gives me a look that silences me for the rest of the elongated hike.

It was a cold, drafty night in Florida when I was coming back from my friend's party. I took a reliable shortcut through an alley to get to my house. Just then, something lunged at me, going for my throat. My earsplitting scream and cry for help was instantly muffled by inhuman growling. Something sharp pierced my neck.

It was pain past endurance. First, I felt thousands of lightning bolts striking my body all at the same time. I heard screeching noises realizing they were coming from me. Next, I felt daggers clawing through my body, destroying every organ that came in their way. Last, a fire started right where my heart was, spreading through my body, burning every nerve, every cell. All I could do was anticipate death.

And then it stopped. I knew I was dead. Beyond dead. An empty corpse. I took a deep breath. Wait…if I was dead, how could I breathe? I slowly opened my eyes.

Everything was sharp and defined. I could see everything clearly in detail within a thirty mile radius. I could see the tiny ant that was crawling up a wall carrying a microscopic cookie crumb. Oatmeal, by the looks of it.

My hearing was just as exceptional as my eyesight. I could hear ocean waves crashing on the shore, though we were far from the seaside.

I stood up and saw a guy about twenty feet away staring intently at me. He looked like he was in his late teens. White skin, blonde hair, blue eyes, he looked like a typical American teenager. But something about his features made him look slightly different than a normal human. He looked too beautiful, too perfect for a human. I instinctively took a step back. When he came closer, I crouched down in a defensive position, growling. I was amazed. It was very...natural for me to make that move. The man came closer, assuring me that everything was okay. I wanted to believe him, but I just couldn't. After all that pain I went through, I was sure that nothing was okay.

I was absolutely positive that this person standing in front of me had something to do with the blinding agony.

"Who are you and what have you done to me?" I asked, astonished by my new voice. It was different, but not unlike my old voice. It sounded like tinkling wind chimes blowing in a modest breeze.

"I'm Philip."

He answered half my question.

"…And what have you done to me?"

"Better for you not to know. You might not be able to handle it," he warned me.

I raised an eyebrow. "Try me"

"Okay then, you asked for it," he said. "I have made you the most powerful creature that has ever walked on Earth. You have extraordinary strength, sight, speed, hearing, and agility. Your appearance has changed slightly too, only to make you more perfect. Your voice has changed as well. You have been given an extra ability, what we call Paranormal Strength. I don't exactly know what it is, so you're going to need to figure it out."

All he did was pretty much state the obvious, except for the part about my appearance and the Paranormal Strength thing.

"Yes, but what exactly am I?" I persisted impatiently.

Philip looked at me carefully before answering. "A vampire."

Great. Just great. I've been turned into a mythical creature. Perfect. And I was gonna believe him.

Philip looked at me questioningly. "Aren't you going to freak out?"

"Am I supposed to?"

"No," he said slowly, "but it's weird how you're not going insane. Most people do when they get the news."

"I can't imagine why," I muttered under my breath.

That's pretty much how I became a vampire and how I got to know Philip.

I dare to ask one more question. "Philip, when will we get there?"

"In about an hour."

I sigh. One more hour of walking at oppressive human speed.

"Can't we go a little faster?" I whine.

Philip deliberates before answering. " Alright. But be careful. Newborn vampires can't control their speed very well."

" Their speed?" I ask, confused. "Or their thirst?"

"Both," he answers.

Without further ado, he burst into full speed, sprinting faster than a bullet. It looked like fun...and a little scary at the same time.

He comes back when he sees that I haven't budged an inch.

"Am I too fast for you?" he teases.

And that's what triggers my competitive reflex.

I take off, bolting at the speed of lightning. At least, that's what it felt like. It was an exhilarating feeling, adrenaline pulsing through my veins. All I could see was a blur of the green and occasional slashes of brown and orange. It was like a watercolor painting.

My sensitive ears could hear Philip struggling to keep up. I laugh out loud with joy.

"Wait, slow down!" He says from at least two miles away.

But I don't want to slow down. I'm having way too much fun to slow down. So I ignore him quite happily.

"Slow down or you're gonna miss the Portal!"

I jerk to a stop.

Philip catches up to me in two seconds.

"Wow. You're really fast," he says, alternating between panting and speaking.

I beam. "Thanks."

"The Portal's back there. We missed it."

We turn around and walk about a mile back. We stop in front of a barren stretch in the forest. Not a tree or shrub in sight. Not even a blade of grass. But, no human eye could've seen the slight quivering of the open air.

Philip was doing something very peculiar and queer. He was waving his hand in a circular motion chanting something indecipherable. He grabbed my hand abruptly.

"Come on!"

I step into the empty field. Instantly, I felt something pulling me down, sucking me into the ground. It was a vortex of some sort. I close my eyes, awaiting any pain that has to come.

"Um...Crescenta?" Philip asks. "You can open your eyes now."

I open my eyes with inquisitiveness.