Lost and Found 2
Chapter one: Hell Froze over
There was nothing, nothing, nothing at all, no hell, no heaven no time, not even blackness, I just wasn't existing, compare it to sleep. I felt something after a while that could have been seconds, hours or even years, but I didn't know what it was, I couldn't put my finger to it. After what seemed like an eternity I finally noticed that it was a rather unpleasant feeling and it was throughout my entire being, I couldn't notice anything except for that feeling that I finally could describe. It was an all consuming pain.
I laughed at myself, how could I have possibly once thought that I lived in hell? The real thing was far, far worse. It was as if someone was pinning millions of pins all with a length of ten centimetres into my body, or as if someone was ironing me or as if someone was picking out all of my bones, but it was probably a combination of all three.
No matter how many times I silently begged for the devil to stop torturing me, still unable to move or even feel anything besides the pain, he simply didn't stop, instead he added another, I wonder what flew through his mind, probably something like: "I like to torture children, let's make it worse and let her sink into a very hot tub filled with lava!"
It seemed like I had been lying here for eternity, which was the time span for hell, wasn't it? So why-?...Wait a second, I knew I was lying down on my back; I could sense my body again, was I really dead? Not yet I guessed. It was great though, that I had found my senses, there was only a miniscule problem: now the pain was even worse.
My fingers slowly stopped burning, now they felt icy cold, my toes followed but the more my body got rid of the pain the more burning there was in my chest, it seemed as if the pain travelled from my legs and arms towards my torso. I started counting my frantic heartbeats and thirty beats later all the pain was in my heart, how could this even be possible? I had always thought that it would be a quick death if I would be squashed by a large piece of metal and fibres that weighed ten times more than myself and that had been falling for a while so that would have had quite an impact. The next heartbeat I counted was the last.
If I hadn't felt every single whisper of wind against me, or the rock hard but very comfortable table I was laying on, or the very vague burning in my throat that really couldn't compare to the pain I had just felt, I would have thought I was dead. I lay there for a couple of minutes, I could count every second and every hundredth of a second, so I knew that I lay there for seven minutes and four seconds and a half, before I had a light bulb moment and I realized I could actually move.
I started out simply by opening my eyes and was confused for not seeing a lamp in the room I was in, I could see everything so unbelievably perfect. I sat up and I noted I didn't breathe, I also didn't feel like I would need the air; I was feeling perfectly and very strong. Why didn't my fourth option work out? I immediately felt angry with whoever did this to me, now I had to find another way into death, I wasn't scared to go to hell even though I might have been there already. I needed some answers.
I heard footsteps approaching me unnaturally fast, about 90 in a second, and they were also very light, I almost didn't hear them, they stopped abruptly in the doorway.
"You're awake" A beautiful female voice whispered.
My temper flared, this woman knew exactly what had happened to me and probably had also caused it, I looked up at her and was a little stunned by her beauty and her beautiful but strange crimson eyes, but anger took over in an instant.
I was going to respond, but I had to take a breath to do that, I inhaled and was shocked by the many scents that flew into my nose, there was one scent that made my throat burn, it smelled more delicious than anything I had ever smelled before. Other scents were ash, flowers, and a nice scent that was thick in the air that seemed to be my own and a faint scent that was like mine, but really different, probably the woman's.
"Well, yes, I'm awake" I spat at her and I saw that her face became worried and slightly disturbed, but I didn't care that she was offended, I wanted my answers and I was going to get them whatever it took.
"Could you please explain what in the hell has happened?" I asked her with an even worse mood than the second before. I certainly wasn't expecting her answer me that fast, but as soon as the words came from my mouth she started explaining with a strange numb face, this woman was strange.
"This morning two airplanes flew into the twin towers, it was a terrorist attack. My husband was searching for survivors and found you lying seriously injured underneath a piece of airplane wing, everyone thought you dead, but he heard your heartbeat. Something in your face reminded him of his long last daughter and he decided to bite you and bring you to our home, now, three days later you've woken up and successfully turned into a vampire" She said and right after she was done speaking her face turned normal again and the worried and disturbed face came up.
A vampire? She didn't seem to lie and she seemed confused about the amount she had told me, how's that possible?
"I am a vampire? Are you too?" I had to ask. She came up again with that numb face.
"Yes and yes" I couldn't detect a lie, so I thought she might actually say the truth.
"Is there anything I need to know about being a vampire?" Maybe she could tell me something useful.
"We drink blood, we are impossibly strong and fast and have extra sensitive senses, we don't sleep, our skin sparkles in direct sunlight and our skin is almost indestructible only other vampires can harm us." She said immediately. Sparkling vampires? Give me a break! But she indeed seemed serious, how strange.
I knew what I wanted to know, I was now wasting here, it was time to leave.
I ran for the door where the woman had come through and I heard her gasp "Don't leave!" She shouted and she tried to follow me, but I outran her easily. Damn! I could run fast! I had to look down to be sure there were no jets attached to my feet, and was actually surprised to see that this wasn't the case. The way through the hall that was behind the room I was in was pretty long and going upwards, with every step I took I could hear more things, more city sounds, the traffic and people and the heartbeats that accompanied them. That sound almost let me lose my control, but I was trained in control, I had control over my body and I was miraculously able to leave them for what they were, a soft drumming sound in the chest of simple human beings, that were now my prey.
I flew over the streets and saw ash everywhere and also a lot of flowers for the victims of this crime, there was also the delicious scent that I now recognized as human there was blood everywhere, these scents combined were very strange. I really wanted to taste blood, if it smelled as good as it tasted it would be beyond anything. I wanted blood and I was going to get it. My father was going to die soon.
