Okay, so I've gotten comments about my old stories and I'm sorry to say but I'm not exactly sure if I will be continuing them. I've developed a new writing style where I actually write out the whole story before I write out so that it will actually get finished but I am working on continuing.
All Characters belong to Sega except my OCs.
Chapter 1: Who Am I?
Darkness has never been thought of to be an inviting presence. I guess that's why I found myself questioning the peace and serenity I'd found in the darkness. The darkness welcomed me, comforted me, nurtured me...became a part of me. I was coming to the point where I believed that the darkness was my good friend - my best friend even. The darkness had become my strongest confidant. I never thought that I would have to leave the darkness behind with the thought that I may never be able to enter it again. I didn't want to leave the darkness - I didn't want to leave my peaceful sanctuary. Not when I didn't know what lay beyond that point.
At first sight of the slight light peeking through to my soul, I found myself afraid and hesitant. When I left the darkness, I knew that I wouldn't be the same. Somehow I knew that when the darkness left me, I might lose myself. If only I'd known what part of myself. Then maybe I wouldn't have gone when the darkness gave me the gentle nudge to go. The nudge was similar of that to a mother bird urging her baby birds to fly out of the nest...to spread their wings. But, I was a stubborn little bird. I was frightened and unwilling to do what I knew was right. Yet, the darkness pushed me out to the light anyway. It pushed me into a bright sensation of colors that blinded my eyes and made my skin tingle. I felt myself go through the transition from the darkness to light as well as I felt my body leave behind important parts of my soul behind in the darkness. I couldn't look back though. The light made me fly through time and seemingly space until I finally landed back in what I assumed was the present.
As consciousness swam over me, I could feel the warmth that my body had taken from the soft fabrics around it. Under my back I could feel a soft cushion that stretched down from behind the top of my head to the bottom of my ankles. Obviously I was lying in a warm, comfortable bed which should mean that I was somewhere safe. But where? The moment the darkness let me go, my mind went blank. Now, I couldn't remember who I was or where I was or how I got here. All I knew was that I was lying in a warm, comfortable bed in a supposedly safe place.
I forced my eyelids to lift up so that I could at least see my environment. The first thing that came into view was a white wall staring down at me. I blinked, realizing that it was a ceiling. Slowly, I moved my arms up to either side of me and forced myself up. My arms felt like jelly as they moved. I thought my elbows were going to melt from my weight as I lifted myself up to sit back against the headboard of the bed. Once I was sitting up, I took closer notice of my surroundings. The room in which I was in was set up much like any other teenage girl's room, I guess. Aside from the bed there was a desk that had a new computer laying atop it, a bookshelf that was partially filled, a vanity dresser, two big dressers, and a closet. At the sight of the closet, I felt a shiver go down my spine yet I wasn't sure why. Did I have a bad experience in a closet or something?
I looked down at my hands that I noticed were shaking slightly. I was surprised to see how long and elegant my fingers looked. My fingernails seemed to be perfectly manicured besides the fact that they weren't polished. My skin had a light, almost smooth caramel complexion. My forearm and my arm were pretty slim from what I could see which surprised me even more. Had I always been this slim?
Cautiously, I slipped my legs from under the covers and swung them over the edge of the bed. I noticed that my body was clothed in a long, baggy tee that covered all of me down to my lower thigh. I tested my feet's strength on the black carpeted floor, making sure that I wouldn't fall. Thankfully, my legs did better with lifting up my weight as I stood than my arms did. I wobbled for a moment before balancing myself. I stood there for a moment, making sure that I was stable. I didn't want to fall right back down onto the bed. I took a small step, testing my balance. I wobbled a bit once more but after a few more baby steps I could feel myself adjusting to the movement. Slowly, I walked over to the mirror on the vanity dresser. I was curious to see as to what I looked like. Yes, it sounds stupid that I couldn't even remember what I looked like but the fact scared me. How could I not remember my own appearance?
The girl I saw in the mirror, when I finally stood there in front of it, was absolutely beautiful. She had mildly wide but elegantly angled eyes that housed bright emerald green eyes, small nose, high cheekbones, perfectly arched eyebrows, plump naturally red lips, long curled eyelashes, and long waterfalls of thick, pink hair. Her face reminded me of a sweet but feisty lioness. The look fit with her creamy caramel complexion and petite body. The girl had noticeable curves as well. Her more than just perky chest was outlined by the tee as well as her flat stomach, wide hips, small waist, and thick thighs. I took chance to turn around to see the girl also had more than just a good bit of junk in her trunk. I blushed deeply as I continued to stare at the girl in the mirror. She blushed along with me, a gleam of admiration in her eyes. Her emerald irises were asking the same question that I was asking in my head. Was this really me?
I flinched lightly as the loud sound of music hit my ears. I hadn't noticed the music before but now I couldn't help but to. Although I guessed the music was from the lower level of what I was assuming was a house, I could hear the music so clearly that it might as well have been coming from a stereo next to me. Aside from the music that was no blasting in my ears, I could hear the soft sounds of a woman's giggle and a man's deep voice. The woman's laughs were soft, bashful while the man's voice was smooth and playfully seductive. I couldn't exactly tune into what he was saying since he seemed to be talking lowly but I could tell that it must've been something romantic since the woman continued to giggle at him.
I turned away from the beautiful girl in the mirror to look towards the closed door. I took my time walking up to the door, keeping my ears on the sounds that the two people downstairs were making. I may not have memories but I do have common sense. I didn't want to walk into something that I might regret interrupting. That would be both embarrassing on my part as well as the two new people downstairs. I didn't detect any sounds of anything more than giggling and sweet talking going on downstairs so I continued on to put my hand on the doorknob. My fingers curled against the golden knob as I turned it slowly. I admit that I was expecting for the door to be locked for some reason. I'm not quite sure why but I will also admit that I was relieved when the door opened without any problems.
I moved out in the long hallway and noticed that the flight of stairs was right next to the room I had been in. I slowly walked down the steps, holding on tightly to the railing to make sure that I wouldn't tumble down the carpeted steps. As I reached the lower level of what I was sure was a house, I noticed that most of the house was carpeted in a warm, thick fur like textured material. From the bottom of the stairway, I could see into what I guessed was the living room. The room was large with a golden carpet, long carpets that covered the large windows, dark brown furniture, chestnut coffee table, and the huge flat screen TV that was lined up against the wall. I stared it an awe for a moment before the woman's giggling once again caught my attention. The sound came from the direction in which the hallway was leading down to.
I hopped down from the small step ledge and continued to walk down the carpeted hallway into what I guessed was a kitchen. I didn't have much time to look over it since my eyes were trained on the beautiful people dancing before me. The man was spinning the woman around in his arms as he murmured small jokes to her, causing her to laugh. The man himself was incredibly handsome with his dark red wavy hair, elegantly sharp facial structure, and dark green eyes. The man seemed to be tall, muscular, and intimidating. Although he was smiling in adoration at the woman he was dancing with, a part of me felt as if I should be afraid of him. The woman held the same aura about her but I felt less afraid for some reason. Maybe because her warm face gave me a motherly impression. The woman was also petite with big hazel eyes, and long white blonde hair. She didn't seem as if she could do much damage to someone unless she was pretty angry with them.
The couple stopped dancing as soon as they noticed me standing there in the doorway. Both of their eyes had widened as they stared at me. "Oh my…why you're…you're awake," the woman said softly, her voice sweet like honey. "Hello," she said as she took a step towards me. I opened my mouth to speak when I realized that my throat was as dry as the Sahara desert. My throat was also as hot as the sun beating down on that desert. Then it hit me...the awful pain that was ringing in my throat. The sensation was so sudden and too strong for me to bear all at once. My legs went out from under me and I found myself falling down to the floor. Before I could hit the ground, though, the woman caught me in her slender arms. I wasn't sure how she got up to me so quickly but I did know that I was grateful that she caught me. I did not need a headache to go along with this burning in my throat.
"Richard, please hurry and get me a bottle," the woman said as she glanced back in the direction of the man she was once dancing with. Her hazel eyes then went back to me and she smiled softly. "Shh there, sweetie, you're going to be okay," she cooed to me. The man – Richard – came up next to her holding a water bottle full of red liquid. The woman balanced me in her one arm as she took the bottle from him and held it to my lips.
The substance tasted sweet as the flavor of it exploded on my taste buds. It reminded me of fruit punch or a Shirley temple or some strawberry alcohol drink. The liquid did taste good – very good. However, there was a strange subtle taste to the drink that made me think that I wasn't consuming juice or even alcohol. I couldn't exactly put my finger on what the strange taste was like or anything though. All I knew was that the peculiar taste was the one thing that made the liquid so appealing. As I drank, the fire in my throat started to seize and I felt my body earn some of the strength that I'm guessing it didn't have before. I drank down the liquid quicker than I meant to; the bottle was empty before I could really even truly enjoy the new hydration it was giving me. The woman holding me eased the bottle away from my lips, her warm hazel eyes staring down at me softly. The soft look lasted for a moment before we both heard the soft growl of my stomach. Now that the fire in my throat was gone, I noticed that I was starving.
The woman's eyebrows crinkled together in confusion as she looked back at Richard who had been watching us intently. He must've also heard the low noise since he looked confused as well. Richard met the woman's eyes and shrugged his shoulders lightly. The woman looked back to me, her face now etched with concern. "Are you hungry," she asked. I nodded. Hungry wasn't the word to describe what I was feeling. I felt as if I could eat everything in this kitchen and still not be completely full.
The woman helped me to stand and led me to a table that was against the wall. I noticed that this kitchen was fairly large with cabinets, wooden floor, a woodstove oven, a sleek stove, brown counters and a big white refrigerator. I could only imagine how big the actual house was altogether since all of the rooms were so large. The couple must have a lot of money to afford all of this. Were they rich?
Richard sat down across from me at the table, his dark green eyes curious. I glanced at the woman to see that she was rummaging through the refrigerator. Who were these people? Why were they being so kind and caring towards me? Were they my parents or something? "How are you feeling," Richard asked me, his deep but smooth voice jolting me from my thoughts.
"Fine," I murmured. My voice was soft and melodic. I was surprised at how pretty I thought it was. Then again, I was still surprised at how beautiful I was. Was I always a goddess looking creature? "I feel a bit better than I did before. Maybe I'll feel even better once I get some food in my stomach." I paused for a moment, glancing back and forth between Richard and the woman. "I'm sorry but who are you exactly?" Richard raised an eyebrow in surprise.
"You don't know who we are," he asked. He tilted his head at me. "Do you remember anything? Anything at all?"
"Not really," I blushed sheepishly. "I…I'm guessing I had a pretty hard fall or something." I smiled stupidly, trying to lighten the mood. Richard stared at me for another moment, his eyes scrutinizing me cautiously.
"Interesting," he murmured.
"Here you are sweetheart," the woman said as she set down a freshly made sandwich in front of me. I looked up at her and smiled.
"Thank you," I told her. The woman returned the smile before taking a seat next to Richard across from me. I picked up the sandwich and took a big bite out of it. The familiar taste of meat, cheese, and mayonnaise on my tongue relaxed my senses a little bit. The food had has eased a bit of the hunger that was going on in my stomach. The couple didn't speak as they watched me stuff the sandwich down my throat. I felt awkward sitting there so I kept my eyes down and tried to eat as quickly as I could. Once I was finally done, the woman slid another bottle of the red liquid I was drinking before across the table to me. I drank down half of the bottle eagerly, anxious to feel more rejuvenation and energy fill my body.
"Do you know your name," the woman asked. I shook my head, blushing in embarrassment. The woman smiled softly. "Amelia. Amelia Eleanor Rose. But we call you Amy."
"Amy," I repeated, the name feeling a bit familiar on my lips. The woman nodded.
"My name is Amber and this is my husband Richard. We're…we're your parents."
"My parents," I repeated with a soft nod. "I understand. Um, why don't I remember anything…mom? Did I fall or have an accident or something?" My…parents exchanged another worried glance. My stomach started to twist at the sight of all their confusion. Obviously, whatever I was going through wasn't normal. That meant that something was wrong here. But what?
"Amy, do you believe in vampires," my father asked cautiously. I blinked as I tried to rack my empty brain. Did I believe in vampires? I mean, what was a vampire?
"I…I'm not quite sure. Um, what exactly is a vampire?" I blushed deeply as I spoke, embarrassment running over my body. My...parents exchanged a confused but almost humorous look.
"Vampires are...mythical creatures per to say. They are the undead - alive but still dead. They are mostly known for drinking blood and causing chaos," my father explained. I nodded slowly as I tried to wrap my head around what he said.
"Are they dangerous?" I asked.
"They can be."
"I'll throw on Twilight later for her so that she can see," my mother said with a small smile. My father rolled his eyes at her.
"That's not the interpretation of a vampire that I think we need her to understand," he told her.
"What's Twilight?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. My mom smiled wider.
"Oh you'll see," she said. My father rolled his eyes at her again, shaking his head lightly.
"Back to the point, they are very real, Amy. They're not some fictional creature that only exists in movies. In fact, you're…we are all vampires."
"What," I asked. My question came out louder than I expected but my parents didn't seem to mind. In fact, they seemed prepared to take on my confusion and shock. That seemed to be the only thing that they were prepared for. The man sighed as he continued to stare at me.
"Yes. About 20 years ago, a huge vampire clan attacked the town that we all once lived in and…and some of them attacked our home. They transformed all of us except you…you've been in some type of coma since the venom entered your system. Usually, the venom only keeps the victim unconscious until the full transformation has taken place which only lasts about a week or two. But you, Amy, you've been unconscious for the past 20 years."
"We were so afraid that you were never going to wake up," my mother said as she reached out to grab my hand and give it a tight squeeze.
"I…I don't remember being attacked or…" I murmured.
"I'm guessing that it might be a side effect of being unconscious for such a long period of time. Your brain must not have taken very well to the venom," my father said. He glanced down at the watch that he was wearing on his wrist. "I'm sorry, but I have to get to work. We will talk more about this when I get back." He got up from his seat and kissed my mother on the top of her head. I was surprised when he walked around the table to me and gave me a similar peck on the crown of my head. "I'm very glad that you're finally awake," he said as he offered me a soft smile. I returned the smile before he walked out of the kitchen.
"You don't look very surprised," my mother said as I turned my attention back to her. "I was expecting you to be flipping tables and yelling about how vampires aren't real."
"I don't have any memories of how life used to be," I said with a soft shrug. " And I also don't really understand what vampires are. From what you both have said, they don't seem to be all that bad. So, there's nothing I can really do except accept the new life that's coming for me. If that life is the way of a vampire then I have no other choice but to accept and live it to the fullest that I can." The woman smiled as she nodded proudly.
"That's a good way to look at it." She held a finger. "Follow me. I have some photo albums that you may want to look at." We both got up from our seats at the table and I followed the woman into the huge living room. She motioned for me to sit on the big, comfortable couch while she walked to the corner where there were big binders under a lamp table. She grabbed a couple of the binders and walked back to sit next to me on the couch. She handed me the first pink binder from the top that had my name printed on it.
The binder turned out to be a big photo album documenting my old life. The first dozen or so of pictures was of me as a small baby. I was a small, pale, peanut looking thing with small hands and chubby legs. As the pictures went on, I could see the small peanut grow into the beautiful young girl I'd seen in the mirror. The last picture in the album was one of me and a beautiful boy. He had lightly tanned skin, striking ice blue eyes, a charming smile, green hair, and a muscular body that could be seen due to his shirtless torso. I was wearing a blue bikini with my pink hair pulled into a ponytail while the boy was in a pair of black swim trunks. We were posing nicely for the camera, our arms wrapped around each other's back and my hand on my hip. Behind us lay a beautiful beach and the clear sky. The picture was perfectly taken. However, despite the beautiful scene, I kept my eyes on the boy standing next to me. My hands unconsciously went to stroke the plastic that covered his face.
"Who is this," I asked my mother. I glanced at her to see that her mouth had tightened into a deep frown. I had noticed while I was flipping through the photos that this boy appeared often beside me, getting older alongside the small peanut of a girl. "Were we close?"
"Yes. Very close," my mother said solemnly. "But it would do you best not to think about him."
"Why not," I asked. "We were friends, weren't we?"
"Yes but…things are different now. I would just suggest that you not worry too much about him. Alright?"
"He didn't make it…did he?" The woman held my gaze as she shook her head slowly.
"No…no he didn't. I'm sorry, Amy."
"It's not your fault," I told her as I looked back down at the picture. "I just wish that I could have remembered him. He seemed like a nice guy." The woman said nothing in return as I closed the album and handed it back to her. "Mom, do you think…do you think that there's a chance that I might have a normal life again?"
"Of course, sweetie," my mother said with a smile. "Your father and I are going to try our hardest to make sure that you have a good life during our time here as well as a good life in all the towns we go to. We will protect you with our own lives. Remember that just because we're vampires doesn't mean that we aren't being threatened. You're going to learn there's a lot of risks that come with this life. But, you don't have to worry. Your father and I are here to make sure nothing bad happens to you."
"Thank you," I said as I embraced her. "Thank you for what you're going to do for me." My mother seemed surprised at my tight hug but she loosened up and wrapped her arms around me as well.
"You're quite welcome, sweetheart. Now, enough sappy talk. Let's turn on this Twilight movie and you can see a glimpse of what this new vampire life is about."
This is under heavy revision so forgive me if some stuff doesn't sound right. Some things were added to make the dialogue sound better. But PLEASE REVIEW!
