Denial In The Brain

When I woke up for the second time I felt better than ever before. The first thing I noticed was that I wasn't in pain anymore. After all the pain that I went through god knows how long ago I wasn't even sore. I couldn't believe I felt perfectly fine.

In a strange way I felt too good. Everything was clear and…odd. I never noticed so many details before, everything had texture even the plain white ceiling. It sunk in after a minute though.

How am I seeing so clearly and why wasn't I sore from all that pain? Questions started popping into my head, until a creak came from the door.

"I see you're awake. How are you feeling?" I looked up to see a blonde haired man standing next to the bed. He looked like no one I had ever seen in person before. He had chalky pale skin, golden eyes that were outlined with bags, and a sophisticated aura around him. His face was slightly square. If I had been met him some other day I would have found him handsome.

"Fine… I'm assuming anyway." My voice didn't sound like mine. It sounded odd, too wispy. Not as melodic as this man's voice but close to it.

"Something's wrong with me. Why was I in the woods?" The man seemed disappointed for a brief millisecond before he wiped it off his face and faked a smile. Fake smiles, it seems I knew well of them.

"My name is Carlisle Cullen." That name struck a chord. I couldn't place it but I've heard that name before. "My family and I have been taking care of you since we found you. Nothing is wrong with you. You've merely changed… slightly. As for the incident in the woods we were actually hoping you could tell us what had happened to you there."

He spoke odd. I remembered his voice from that day; he was the one that made people go quiet. His voice had been grave and oddly strong looking back at it now.

"Changed? Of course I've changed I can feel it. Something is wrong so do not try to lie to me, I'm dead aren't I? Everything's over for me. I was attacked wasn't I?" It was only after I asked that I realized he had just said he didn't know what happened to me.

I felt slightly bad I had a life before I died and I couldn't even remember all of it. What's worse is I don't know how I died. Don't get me wrong I remember slight things like what books were and that I had a family. I just don't remember events or how things were before I woke up in those woods.

The blonde angel, I assumed that's what he was, stood there and let me get through with my mental rant. He's probably used to this seeing as he takes care of dead people or am I a ghost now?

The blonde man… er angel…raised an eyebrow at me before opening his mouth to continue. "You are not dead mam'. You're close to it but not exactly."

Now it was my turn to raise my eyebrow? This man was obviously a part of something or you know high.

"I'm going to explain to you what happened when we found you. Now you will have questions but it's important that you remain calm and wait until I'm finished before you ask anything, ok?"

I looked at this strange man for a minute before I realized he was waiting for me to answer him. I nodded my head.

"When we found you…something happened to you and we are not sure how it happened. Your body was severely damaged and we had given you something of ours which…changed you. We gave you our blood to help you survive-"

"So I had a blood transfusion? That's no-" I realized I had cut him off and let him finish talking.

He just smiled as if he didn't just tell me to wait to ask questions. "Our blood isn't like normal peoples blood. We are different you could say." Things started sounding weird. This was like out of a movie.

"You actually didn't take to our blood, I believe it was because of the unusual circumstances." What's unusual I was attacked, shit happens.

Of course I didn't think this shit happens to me but you always assume it's going to be someone else and not you that are going to have something happen to them.

He noticed I wasn't paying attention and waited until I was focused on him before continuing. "Sorry."

"It's alright. As I was saying, because of the dire situation my son took it upon himself to make the decision to attempt to change you." My clothes? I looked down and noticed I was indeed clothed and they were not mine.

"Not your clothes miss, your being. He gave you his blood and tried to change you into one of us. It didn't take completely though. You are barely even one of us."

This was turning into a horror movie. Either I've been turned into an ghost or a vampire. Unfortunately the first one doesn't give each other their blood in order to change them, as far as I know.

I noticed that he had stopped and was waiting on me.

I was frozen until the first thing that came out of my mouth was. "Am I in a fucking Anne Rice book? Because unfortunately I'm starting to assume I'm not a ghost." Honestly panic is shooting through me. I don't know whether to believe this man now or not. Being a ghost was sounding better right now then what he was implying.

The poor man looked taken back at what I had said. I wasn't sure why he was looking like that.

"I'm sorry asking about Anne Rice I know she must make it hard for you guys to live. What with people obsessing over Lestat and thinking that vampire people like you can change their lives and let them live out their greatest fantasies with him." I think things were just spilling out of my mouth now seeing as I had no control over it.

"You do understand that your now part vampire?"

Of course I understand that's why I'm about to piss myself. He didn't look like he thought it went through my head.

Then again I wasn't showing much emotion about this. Although I'm still focusing on the fact that either me or him, one of us is as high as a kite. Seeing as he is trying to tell I am now a vampire and that I am close to believing him. I'm thinking him.

"Sure, but you know you really shouldn't do this to someone who just had an accident or you know died. You could really freak someone out." The man seemed to relax somewhat as I said this.

"What do you mean?" He seemed oddly ok that I was telling him what to do. Maybe he likes dominance.

"HAHAHAHA!" Laughing came from what sounded like down stairs. Carlisle glanced at the door but turned his attention back to me.

"Obviously one of us is high. I believe it's you." More laughter came from downstairs. This time is was from multiple people.

"I assure you I am not high nor are you. I am quite serious in this matter." He was real serious for a stoner then again he didn't actually look like one unless you count his older styled clothes.

I pursed my lips and looked away from him. I'm scared. If he is begin serious, then it might make sense. The reason why I'm not sore anymore, why I feel so different, but wouldn't being a ghost be the same thing almost?

I look down at myself. My skin isn't see through, I'm slightly paler though.

I reach over and pinch my arm as hard as I could."OW! Crap I didn't think it would hurt that bad." I shouldn't pinch so hard I had fingers of steel. But that only proved the fact that I'm not a ghost.

So sadly this man in front of me was telling the truth. I am now a vampire reject.