So here are is the next chapter for Lottie. I hope you like it because I am spoiling you. I wasn't going to upload this until later next week because I have so much to do and I haven't started on the fourth chapter yet. I like having a few chapters I can post before posting anything. I also wanted to tell you that if you go to my profile and look at the picture there, that is the picture of Lottie. What she looks like as a vampire before we get to the later years (like 1990 to present) HOPE YOU LIKE!!!!
Years: 1692 to 1733
I don't remember how long I laid there, could have been hours, days, weeks, even centuries. What I do remember upon waking was a terrible thirst that burned in the back of my throat making me slightly dizzy. Then the most amazing smell came to me, I couldn't figure out what would smell so delicious, so enticing, so seductive. What was it that I wanted to taste whatever this smell was? I looked down and saw my ankle in the early morning sun, I was glittering like crystals, like the ones my mother used while helping with child-birth. I was a different creature, no longer was I human.
I had learned over time the smell was of humans, people walking around in the morning light of Boston. I wanted to have that smell, to give in and taste human blood but I just couldn't bring myself to become a murderer. Gone now were the days of eating food and drinks, gone were the days of sleeping, dreaming, gone were the days where my heart would beat and my soul join my parents when my time came. I was dangerous, even then, feeling the need for something to satisfy my thrust.
A cat! There was a cat in the alleyway with me. I could smell him. His blood didn't smell as tempting as the humans but I knew it was better than becoming a murderer. I had eaten meat in my human life, this would be just like it. I used all the new vampiric speed I had to grab hold of the cat and drain him dry. The taste was salty yet sweet, it went down my throat easily, almost smooth, like taking a sip of wine.
When I was finished letting my inner beast take over I disposed of the carcass and left Boston. I knew I couldn't stay there, someone would recognize me and alert my great-aunt and uncle. Oh, thinking about them made my dead heart shatter. All they wanted was for me to be well taken care of, to have someone to love me, to care and help bare children with me. I didn't think of it until know when it was too late to go back. My aunt and uncle were doing what they thought was best for me. Perhaps if I had talked to them, made them see reason as to why I should be able to fall in love, not be pressured into dancing with all the possible gentlemen, they wouldn't have been so forceful in their quest to find me a husband and I would still be human, at their home enjoying the holidays.
But that is over now and done with. I know it doesn't do well to dwell on what might have happened, it's the past and there is no going back. Only forward. But where to go from here was the problem at hand. I had never been out on my own and now that I was this┘creature I didn't know where was safe to go. I went to the only place I was told never to venture into, the woods. I figured since I was what I was then I couldn't be in danger like I was before. From there I lived, feeding and running. Sometimes humans would come near the hut I had made for myself but I was always able to scare them off before the monster in me could rare its ugly head.
My life became dangerous in the winter of 1733. It was the first time I had gone back into the town of Boston for some decades. I had never thought about the effects the smell of human blood would have on me since I hadn't been around humans and very few came as far as my home in the woods. It was very cloudy out, I had already experienced the giddy and frightening occurrence of me going out into the sun. I remembered it. Walking through the woods to fine a pack of deer to feed on, walking out into a clearing and the sun coming out at the same time, skin shimmering in the golden light. I couldn't believe I had never seen it before. I knew that if the humans were to see me like this, chaos would occur. But with this new found characteristic I began going out for runs every time the sun would shine. Dancing with the rays and watching as my skin seemed to glitter and illuminate the trees and pine needles with little lights of rainbow colors. To me it was the most heavenly thing, something acute to freedom in which I would be able to enjoy for all eternity.
Going into town was a different story.
I had practiced holding my breath near animals so I wouldn't smell the delicious blood that coursed through their vines, I figured I could do the same with humans. I walked into town, trying to ignore all the stares, and walked up to a dry good shop to buy some cloth with which I would try my hand at making myself a new dress. What I had already was becoming threadbare. I was doing good so far. I was keeping a fair distance and not breathing which was becoming steadily uncomfortable. I had found material that I could use, thread, and a sturdy needle. I went over to the clerk to pay for my items. That when a women with two children came in. The youngest, no more then eight, came running into the store eager to get to the sweets, bumped into me hard. No damage done to me but the boy fell backwards onto the floor scraping his elbow. It started to bleed.
Now, understand that I had been trying with all my might to keep from breathing, to keep from looking at the life giving blood running down his arm, to keep from attacking. It didn't work. The young boy started to scream and cry which hurt my ears pretty badly. I opened my mouth to gasp and that's when the smell, the taste, hit me hard. I began shaking, I could feel the monster inside of my leaping for joy at being released. I ran for the boy but the clerk was able to get him down on the ground again, I had missed. I never have missed. I growled and hissed at the clerk, who had started throwing nails and sharp items at me. I ran, I ran away from what I had done, for what I could have done and for what I had become. This creature, this monsters┘this curse.
That night reminded me of the night my mother was taken for witchcraft. It seemed like an eternity ago that happened. That night I became an orphan, this night, I became something that not even I could put words to.
The clerk seemed to have gathered all the men of the town, and as clichИ as this sounds, they came baring pitchforks, guns, and most of all, fire. The fire was what frightened me the most, my mother had died by it, now I was too.
"Come out witch!" the clerk cried. There was nowhere for me to go, they had surrounded my small hut so there was no way out. "Come out!"
The men that had come all started to chant "witch, witch, witch." That made my blood boil. I was mad, madder then I had ever been. I was no witch, I had no supernatural powers, I had not given my soul to the devil. I didn't know what I was but I was certain that I had no choice in the matter. I went to the front door, ready to meet them head on, ready to tear each and everyone of them to survive.
"You want a witch, by God, I will give you a witch!" I yelled out to the crowd. I had no idea what had made me say that. Where did that come from? All I know was that I suddenly didn't feel like Lottie anymore, I felt more powerful, goddess like. The men started walking towards me, guns and pitchforks held high. That's the first time it happened. Fire came up from underneath the ground surrounding my home, keeping me separated from the villagers. The men started shooting their guns towards me hoping to hit me, which one did. It hurt for a second, barely, and then the pain disappeared, vanished like I hadn't been struck. After my initial surprise I felt anger flare up more within my body.
The flames surrounding my home grew larger and then suddenly, I was focusing all my attention on the clerk from the dry goods store. What amazed me most was that I could still see him through all the fire and smoke. He wore a sneer that slowly turned to fear. He started shouting that he was hot, burning up. Suddenly his entire body burst into flames from the inside out. I couldn't believe my eyes. This phenomenon, I later found out in more modern years, was call human combustion. After seeing this the rest of the villagers fled back to town, to the safety of their brick homes. But I stood at the door to my home thinking about what had just occurred. This man died because I made him burst into flames. I looked down at my hands thinking: My God, what am I?
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