To
Love
Again
A
"Born Vampire"
Fanfiction
By; J.L. Saunders
I do not own The Born Vampire series. That honour goes to Elizabeth Dunlap!
Hi Liz!
Chapter One
New York 200 Years Ago:
I don't remember much about the man who... spared me when my parents were slain. I was (still am) an abomination. Yet he didn't kill me when he found me. I do, however, remember two things. His icy blue eyes that could pierce right into your soul, and his smell. He smelled like chocolate chips. After all these centuries, those two things are burned into my memory.
And I do mean centuries in the literal term. You see, I am a Vaewolf. A "Hybrid". A cross between a werewolf, (My Mother) and a Vampire (My Father). I was about seven when I became an orphan. I had been on my own for a week, maybe two when my rescuer had come across me trying to hunt and failing horribly at it. Now, I wasn't hunting for blood. The werewolf in me allowed me to not need it. The only time I do drink is when I need to heal. Like if I'm about to die, the only way to survive is to drink blood.
No, that day I was hunting game. Deer to be precise. I had just scared it off and tired to a point where I was too exhausted to move. I had collapsed right there. I didn't even notice when he came up behind me. The scent of chocolate chips. That was what I first noticed. (Hey, I was 7 and hungry!)
"Just what are you doing?" a deep voice said from behind me.
I turned, staring into those icy blue eyes. I watched his nostrils flare. He covered his nose, eyes squinting. "Ugh! ... what the hell are you? I thought I smelled vampire, but you reek of ... dog," he said softly.
Fear rose within me, and I backed away, my butt now stained with grass and dirt. I couldn't speak, otherwise I may have tried to call for help. But fear had its grip on me.
Taking long steps, he reached me without effort. His long arm reached out, wanting to take hold of me. Before his hand got too close, I let out a shriek and made myself into a small human ball, waiting for an attack. But none came. Taking a few deep breaths, I slowly peeked up at him. His hand was frozen there. His eyes locked on mine. They looked soft for a moment.
"You belonged to them, didn't you?" he asked. "The pair who were killed"
This man knew of my parents? I didn't recall a chocolate chip smelling man being at my parents' murder.
"What's your name?" he asked in a gentler tone. Still no words came to my lips. I watched as he bent down to my level, his eyes looking over my body. Then he met my fearful gaze. "I'm not going to hurt you... now come. Let's get you some food", he said standing. Watching me the whole time. "Don't dawdle, or you'll get left behind," he said, and turned, heading for the village I had been trying to avoid.
I slowly got to my feet, watching him. Why hadn't he killed me? I looked back to the forest, wondering if I could try hunting again. No. Not on my own anyway. I ran after the man. Coming into step with him, I suddenly felt ... safe. I reached up, slowly and gently taking his left hand. It was rough. He looked down at our hands, then looked forward. Saying nothing.