Vampire Story Chapter 2, a vampires fanfic

Chapter 2

Here is the second chapter. Thank you for the reviews, Take a Bow and Mariposa Starwolf. I was inspired by you two!

Thistles POV

What? OW! Why? I had shouted at dad one million times but he had NEVER done this before. Was he actually trying to kill me or just trying to scare me? If it was the latter then it was working! The force of him hitting me had sent my flying across the room, into the wall and onto the floor. I tried to yell out for help but my body wouldn't work. Why …

Where was I? Ah yes, in my room, on my bed. *YAWN*. So, what had happened? I tried to sit up but a pain shot along my spine and forced me to collapse onto my bed again, wincing in pain. I tried to look around for any clues to what might have happened. There was only one, but it was a major one. Dad was standing in the corner of the room looking away from me but his body language gave away that he was feeling forlorn. I could tell that this wasn't a good time to interrupt his train of thought so I closed my eyes and tried to go back to sleep.

"I know that you're awake so don't try to fool me" said dad. He talked quietly, but loudly enough for me to hear.

"It hurts when I move." I said equally quietly.

"It'll heal with time" he said quietly and turned to look at me. For the first time, I saw his face. It was covered in blood.

"What happened to your face?" I asked in a high voice. After a short while he sat down where he was and was completely still, looking at me. "Dad," I said in a shaky voice. "Please, tell me what happened". Dad sighed and looked at the ceiling for a short while before talking.

"You angered me," He said, still looking at the ceiling, "and I lost control. I bit you."

I couldn't believe it, how could I get him that angry. I was going to ask but decided not to, things that made him that angry were probably best left dead and forgotten.

"Is that why I hurt so badly?" I asked.

"Partly," he answered. Partly? Why Partly? "It was caused by me biting you, but the rest was because of your bloodline"

"What is 'the rest'?"

"Your transformation."

…What? No, I couldn't be transforming! "You said that I transformed by myself!"

"An act of extreme anger is what causes you to transform, I bit you because I was angry with you. I guess that's what made it happen."

"YOU caused this to happen!" I screamed at him, sitting up. He looked shocked, stood up and stepped away from me, even though he knew that I couldn't get up.

"Why are you angry?" He asked, confused.

"I'm angry because you've just RUINED my last chance of living a normal life!" I yelled! "I can't go out with my mates because I might kill them! I can't go out after seven because the moon might come out! I can't do anything that a normal teenage girl would do because of YOU!" I was furious! How could he do something like that, even if I did aggravate him?

"Oh, come on! Don't you think your being even a tiny bit unfair? After all, I only bit you because you…"

"I don't care!" I yelled, interrupting him. "Shouldn't you be able to control yourself by now?"

"That's what I have been doing for the last sixteen years that you've been alive and twenty more before that!"

"You idiot!"

"I don't think I've been an idiot."

"I do! Hey, maybe I'm not changing. Maybe I'm still normal like the rest of the world!"

"No, your not. I've seen all the signs, you are changing."

"Maybe that's what you want to believe."

"Why would I lie to you?"

"Like you always have. Remember, when I was five, you said that you couldn't come to my parents evening because you were ill. I failed that year because you didn't know that I needed help with spelling."

"Yes, I lied to you, for the good of you, your friends and your teachers. It killed me to see that you were growing up without me, but I had to let you go because I knew that I had to let you enjoy yourself before this heavy burden was dropped on you. Do you even remember what happens if the moon hits us?"

"…not really." I said, determined not to sound stupid. It had been a long time since I had seen him change.

"Maybe you need reminding?" he said spitefully, running over to the boarded up window and jumping through, sending wood flying everywhere and he landed, like a cat, on the lawn. Not a scratch on him.

"No!" I yelled, trying to get out of bed to stop him but just fell onto the floor because of the pain, my back felt like it was being held to the floor by an elephant. The moon was fully out, he didn't stand a chance.

Laurens POV

I had to get her off the dining room floor. I picked her up gingerly, for she was still bleeding, and ran her up to her bedroom. I put her on her bed and put a towel over her neck to prevent any further temptation. She seemed ok, but I knew that after what she had been through, everything couldn't be back to normal so quickly. I checked her pulse and it was faster than normal, so was her breathing. That wasn't good, but what could I do? I couldn't call an ambulance, what would I tell them? I definitely couldn't drive her there, it was during the night. I had no choice but to leave her there. I hated to do it, but it was the only thing I COULD do.

I watched over her for eight hours with no signs from her. This was the sort of things that only my kind could do, we had extreme patience. What was wrong with her? This was unlike any other illness that she had ever had. I began mentally making a list of the symptoms that she was showing. The only noticeable one at the moment seemed to be the fact that she was out for the count.

Wait…

Oh.

No.

It can't be, yet it has to be. Uh oh… True, it was unlike anything that had ever happened to her so far. It had happened to me. At least she wasn't in any pain, as far as I knew… I hadn't been. Then again, I had been almost dead. Was she?

Sorry, I know that I'm not making any sense. *SIGH* Oh well, here goes. As you probably know, there is a very important stage in my family's life, where they go through a change unlike anything anyone else goes through. We, change. That's the term that I use. Physically, our whole body changes, our skeleton improves to allow us to exert energy more efficiently and to - ahem - kill more quickly, painlessly and tidily. Mentally, we change also. We start thinking differently too, how to hunt more effectively, also to make us more mature and to uphold the good name of our species. I suppose it would be nice to have a more mature daughter, Thistle was hardly what you could call 'mature'. She might actually stop calling me a blood-sucking freak. That would be grand. As well as that, our instincts become more powerful and possessive. That was the reason that I hadn't been able to control myself with poor Thistle.

But, also. There was the prospect of what Thistle would think. Ah. Problem. She might take to my life quickly and easily. There was probably something like a 1% chance of that happening, but it was still there. Then, there was the more likely side. She would lose control over me and kill me and half the other people in the town. That sounded like the Thistle I knew. Hmm, how could I prepare? Oops, too late.

She began to resurface, murmuring in her near-sleep. Wait… I could see something. Oh my lord… something swirling around in a black background. This was strange and, as far as I knew, previously unheard of. My face appeared on some moving images several times, each one was different. They spun and contorted, many appearing at once and then splitting into two groups-one of me being normal and the other one of me being…well, different. The latter was more crowded, many of them were of the same moment, a moving picture of me leaping at her, the room whizzing past us as I collided with her and the pain of her sore landing. I winced as I heard her sharp gasp upon feeling my teeth in her neck. The vision ended and all of the visions began fading into the dark, shifting background. Oh. My. Lord. How had that just happened? I saw past the black backdrop and saw the ceiling above her bed. Oh gosh, these were Thistles thoughts!

I saw her trying to sit up and felt her pain as it shot along her spine. OW! I gasped at the mental hurt that she and I were both feeling. It took her a little while to recover, I couldn't touch her while she was changing otherwise she would, well lets say, not turn out the same when it was over. It would make it worse for her, but it took all my self restraint to prevent me from rushing over to her and trying to help her. When she couldn't feel the pain anymore, it went as quickly as it had come, she tried to look around without moving her neck and back. Her vision was limited but she could see enough to see me. I looked terrible, white as a sheet and I looked so upset, and rightly so, that she immediately closed her eyes and tried to look like she had never been awake.

"I know you're awake so don't try to fool me." I said quietly breaking the silence. I pulled myself out of her thoughts and looked around at the wall in front of me.

"It hurts when I move." She whispered.

"It'll heal with time." I said. It did, but it was replaced with a new pain. Want, so powerful that it nearly crippled you. I knew that it was a bad idea but I had to see her so I turned to look at her.

"Dad!" she shouted, her face full of concern and fear "what happened to your face?" I was shocked, what was she talking about? Oh, yeah. I hadn't washed my face since the accident. Bummer. I had to sit down; I was getting weak at the knees. "Dad," she said calmly. She was being so brave that it brought tears to my eyes. Or, would have. I can't cry since I changed. "Please, tell me what happened." *SIGH* again. I stared at he ceiling, wondering how to explain all that happened in the past few hours into a couple of sentences. I decided to stick with the bare minimum.

"You angered me and I lost control. I bit you." I said as matter-of-factly as I could. She looked like she was about to faint, a whole range of emotions crossed her already exasperated face.

After a long time, she spoke. "Is that why I am hurting so badly?" hmm, well yes and no…

"Partly, it was caused by me biting you, but the rest was because of your bloodline"

"What is 'the rest'?"

Oh God, here goes "Your transformation."

"You said that I transformed by myself!"

"An act of extreme anger is what causes you to transform, I bit you because I was angry with you. I guess that's what made it happen."

"YOU caused this to happen!" she screamed at me, sitting up.

"Why are you angry?" I asked, I mean, come on, it can't be helped.

"I'm angry because you've just RUINED my last chance of living a normal life!" she yelled! "I can't go out with my mates because I might kill them! I can't go out after seven because the moon might come out! I can't do anything that a normal teenage girl would do because of YOU!"

"Oh, come on! Don't you think your being even a tiny bit unfair? After all, I only bit you because you…"

"I don't care!" she yelled, interrupting me. "Shouldn't you be able to control yourself by now?"

"That's what I have been doing for the last sixteen years that you've been alive and twenty more before that!" It was true!

"You idiot!" she yelled.

"I don't think I've been an idiot." I retaliated.

"I do! Hey, maybe I'm not changing. Maybe I'm still normal like the rest of the world!"

"No, your not. I've seen all the signs, you are changing."

"Maybe that's what you want to believe."

"Why would I lie to you?"

"…not really." She replied. Idiot.

"Maybe you need reminding?" I said, running over to one of the windows that had been boarded up to prevent any moonlight coming in. I leaped at it and the boards instantly gave way. I was into the garden and flying towards the floor.

"AAAAaaaa…" I heard her scream but couldn't do anything about it. I landed on the grass and spun around to look at the window, I couldn't see her. OW! AH! I fell to the floor and felt the instantly familiar pain. It was happening.I was changing.