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Chapter 2: Changing
I muffled her screams the only way I knew how, with a gag tied across her mouth. The idea seemed vile to me, but I couldn't allow the neighbors to hear her. Though, it didn't do much to prevent me from hearing her cries.
Each time was a painful reminder that what I did last night wasn't right. I acted too hasty. I took her life in order to satisfy my own, and she was the one paying for it as the flames blazed through her fragile body.
During one of her periods of exhaustion from all the screaming, I quickly ducked out in search of morphine. Of course, I had to steal it at a nearby clinic after sneaking in through the backdoor.
She was writhing in pain on the bed when I returned. Quickly, I pulled out a syringe in my back pocket that I remembered to grab at the last minute. Using my teeth, I plucked off the cover of the needle and turned the morphine bottle upside down. I filled the syringe halfway wondering if that was enough. Of course, this amount would put a human person out cold for awhile if not kill them.
Nervously, I held her arm down as I administered the drug. My eyes flickered back and forth from the syringe to her face trying to assess if the morphine was doing anything at all. To my surprise, she slowly relaxed into the bed that was drenched in her sweat. The pain would subside until the venom grows too strong for the morphine to be effective anymore.
It was already a losing battle when the morphine wore off after just a few hours, and I administered the rest of the drug into her. As she laid there unmoving, I sat in agony wondering just what kind of monster I've become after leaving my family.
I acted out of thirst and desperation. A thirst for her blood that was now quenched, and a desperation for her to be mine. She wasn't mine and I had no rights to her, but I reached out and took her anyways. May the heavens above forgive me for plucking an angel from their mist.
I just felt so alone in the world and I needed her. I needed her to give me something to live for. Something beyond blood, hunger, and thirst. It seemed like those three aspects dominated my life up until now.
Then, I wondered if I could ever mean to her what she meant to me. Would she want my company like I wanted hers? What if she hates me for what I've done to her? Could I live with that? Would she understand if I told her the reasons why I turned her? Or would she just hate me more for being so selfish?
The morphine did nothing for her anymore as the hours ticked away. Sometimes, she was just too exhausted to scream and fight the pain. Now, she began the torturing cries again contorting her body in the strangest forms. I held her down to prevent any broken bones and tried to soothe her.
"It's okay, Bella," I almost sang the words to her.
I learned her name when I pulled her record from the orphanage along with many other things. Her mother died from giving birth to her, and her father committed suicide only days after burying her mother. She was too young to know what was going on, and I wondered if she knew the truth now.
The orphanage she was raised in had strong, religious affiliations. Therefore, Bella graduated from a very prestigious and privately funded high school. She left the orphanage at the same time she graduated from St. Cecilia's Academy for Girls.
"Everything will be over soon, you'll see," I said softly removing a few strands of hair that was stuck to her cheek.
The sound of my voice seemed to soothe her somewhat. So, I kept talking about whatever I could think of.
"You won't be alone anymore, Bella," I promised.
"I know you're terrified of being alone. You've been alone all your life it seems. That's why you always work long hours, to avoid the emptiness of this apartment when you get home," I sighed.
She stirred beside me as if she wanted to be closer to me. I picked up her soft hand and placed it into my palm.
"You'll have me from now on. I'll protect you even if you don't want or need me to," I finished hoping that she would want and need me.
In my mindless rambling, I didn't notice how tranquil she looked beside me for the very first time in three days.
Three days? Has it really been three days already? I couldn't be sure, because they blurred together making it feel like forever since I bit her.
Looking down, I let my eyes roam her body taking in features of her transformation. Her body was defined, slender, and accented in all the right places. Her beautiful face held youth and innocence now preserved forever in time. I felt guilty for ogling, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
I noted that the pale shade of her skin matched mine, but there was a translucent redness under her vampire skin. This red tint explains why newborns are stronger, faster, and more aggressive than older vampires. Their leftover blood fuels the venom and increases their physical agility. Although, it doesn't always make them efficient because they are quicker to act than think. Nonetheless, it gave her skin a redder shade of pale and I found it absolutely enthralling.
My hand automatically reached out to trace her jaw line, and my finger lingered across her lips. She was so perfect that my breath caught in my throat.
I was still hopelessly marveling at her when her eyes fluttered opened to stare up at me with wide, crimson irises.
To be continued…
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