Chapter Two: Awakening
England 1778
Elizabeth felt different, she felt lighter—she felt like she could float, that she is floating. Her eyes snapped open and she jumped up from the hard bed she was lay on. Her movements were quick yet elegant. Her eyes swept across the room, her thoughts racing. Is this heaven? She could see everything so clearly, the specks of dust on the other side of the room to the small veins on the leaves outside. Does your throat hurt this much when you die? She wondered to herself, her throat in unbearable pain.
She was about to walk out of the door when she spotted a mirror—she made her way towards it, accidently going faster than she intended. Her once green eyes widened at the figure staring back at her. Her hair was brighter, a gorgeous glossy red that lay in loose curls down to her mid back, skin as pale as snow and as beautiful it. Her eyes as red as her hair, marvelled back at her. Why do I look like this? She thought as she spied a piece of paper on the small wooden tables next to her. On the front it had her name, written in fancy lettering.
Dear Elizabeth Jordan,
If you have awoken and I am not here, please do not be alarmed. You have probably noticed some changes about yourself: you are now stronger, your vison and hearing have both advanced—do not be scared as this is normal as well as the change in colour of your eyes, don't worry I am sure they are as exquisite as they were green.
In case you have not yet noticed you are no longer human: you are a vampire. The burning in your throat is because you are hungry and need to feed, your eyes also go darker when you are in need of blood. As you are a vampire you need blood to survive—don't think of drinking blood as 'killing' or 'murder' think of it as doing what you need to do in order to survive.
Even as a vampire there is still many rules to follow:
Do not go out in sunlight in any public place or around anyone else.
Do not tell humans about vampires, don't draw attention to yourself.
Do not use your gifts (speed, etc.) in front of any human.
Do not turn children.
Violation to any of rules is punishable by death.
You must burn this letter once read as we can't risk anyone finding out about you and/or the rest of the vampire community.
Lastly I have left a necklace for you, please never take this necklace off as it took could help me locate you in future years. I hope you have a successful life as a vampire.
Yours faithfully:
Your creator.
Elizabeth stared at the letter in shock, vampires how could they be real? She shook her head as she picked up the necklace. It was in an oval shape and had a blue gem inside with small silver decorations on the bottom—it was a very nice necklace. She quickly tied the necklace around her neck.
Suddenly a sweet vanilla scent filled her senses making her throat burn, the numbing throb increased into a searing hot pain. Elizabeth followed the scent, the forest surrounding the wooden cabin she was in turned into brown and green smudges as she sped past. She didn't stop until she came to a small shed, she heard a man humming while clanging pieces of metal together. Slowly, slowly she tip-toed forward—she didn't want to scare the man she just wanted to know what that smell was. The door made a low squeaking noise as she opened it and walked into the wooden building, the man didn't notice her. Elizabeth crept up behind him, the closer she got to him the stronger the scent. She didn't know what took over her but once she was close enough, Elizabeth sunk her teeth into his neck letting the thick sweet blood run down her throat. It numbed the pain. She needed more. She didn't stop until the pain and blood flow did. Once his lifeless body hit the floor she realized what she had done, she took the letter out of her back pocket and re-read it. Vampire? No I am a monster.
Elizabeth looked back at the man then ripped up the letter and threw the bits into the corner of the room. She looked at the man sadly before she started a fire inside the shed, she quickly left and gathered some flowers which she then lay outside the burning shed. "I didn't mean to," she whispered as the roof of the shed collapsed into the flames, she wanted to cry but the tears refused to come.
England 1784
In the last 6 years Elizabeth has changed a lot; she has learnt to control her gift (but at times it still gets out of hand) and she has changed her diet, leading to her eyes changing into a bright topaz colour. Since she has met Carsile, a dear friend who she met late 1779, and he has changed her vampire life for the better. She didn't mind vampirism much since her diet has changed knowing that she doesn't have to hurt humans has helped.
Yet she still didn't know who her creator was, she has vowed to look for him that's what she has spent the last year and a half doing since she left Carsile in Canada. He has taught her so much considering they only spent 3 years and a bit together. Elizabeth knows that she owes him but he wouldn't hear of it, but Elizabeth knew deep down that in future if something happens she will gladly lay down her life to help him.