Hello! Sorry it's been a while, here's your next chapter, I really loved writing this so I hope you enjoy :)
Thanks again Gloxina, sorry I made you wait :/
Yeah Alyssa, she will be, just you wait :P and thanks :D
And without any further ado, we're off!
I opened my eyes.
I was in the middle of a forest. Tiny faucets of light were streaming down through millions of leaves, creating dancing lights on the forest floor. On the ground, I could see dozens of insects squirming about, I could even see the miniscule ones any normal person would miss.
The wind was whistling through the trees gently, but loudly. I could hear birds singing, but they were far away, I don't know how I knew. I just did.
I stood up. My body moved so fast and fluidly it terrified me.
For the first time, I noticed the burning in my throat, and once I noticed it, I could not forget. I fell to my knees, clutching my neck. It was if I had swallowed razorblades, and they had sliced my entire throat on the way down, and then taken a huge drink of whiskey, and it burned each and every cut.
I heard movement and I looked up to see a herd of deer through the trees, a fair distance away. I heard their blood, pumping through their veins. The sound was so deliciously temping.
Without a thought I darted towards them. The wind on my face told me I was moving incredibly fast, but I could see each and every tree in detail as I passed it.
The deer made to run at my presence but I was too quick. I grabbed the nearest one and sunk my teeth into its neck. Fantastic, warm blood ran down my throat, soothing the razorblade cuts. It tasted amazingly rich but it had a peculiar edge to it. Like a warm tasty stew, garnished with the flavour of farm animal, before they had been turned into real food.
Once I was done with the animal I drummed the carcass to the ground. The burning was not gone, but it was far less and it allowed me to think.
Why was I here?
I frowned in concentration. Nothing made sense; my mind was like a huge black hole.
Slowly, a face appeared in my mind. It was fuzzy and faded, an incredibly handsome man, with dark curly hair and dimples.
I wasn't sure what to make of this at first but slowly my mind came up with a name to go with the face.
Emmett.
I didn't know who this man was. But his face and name was the only thing that filled my mind, and so, he was my comfort.
I wondered if he was real. Maybe he was, maybe he could explain things to me.
I had no idea where to even begin.
I looked down to see my hands were covered in blood so I went to clean them in a nearby stream.
I saw a face in the water, a beautiful woman with masses of wavy brown curls, framing a strikingly beautiful pale face. Her eyes were fiery crimson, and filled with evil.
I gasped in shock at the face. This person couldn't be me, her eyes! They were so horrific!
I sat down on the grass, dazed. Immediately I looked to the face in my mind. I closed my eyes and let Emmett fill my head, calming me down.
Slowly, things started to form around Emmett, an old barn, a constellation of stars, the deep comforting sound of a man's laughter, and the smell of hay. A feeling started to grow. It was important, I could tell. Slowly, I recognised the fluttery excited feeling. It tied my stomach in knots with giddy excitement, but also, it pulled forcefully at my heart, pulled me deep into the thought of Emmett.
It was love.
I put it all together; Emmett must be the man I love.
My eyes flashed open. I knew I had to find him, no matter what.
"Evelyn?" called a velvety voice.
I looked up to see a man; I was instantly upset to see it wasn't Emmett.
"Hello Evelyn," he grinned.
This man was like me. He had the same red eyes, pale skin and fiercely terrifying beauty.
"Who are you?" I asked.
"You don't remember? My name is Kearne," he grinned.
His name was familiar, but not pleasant. My mind associated his name with danger, and pain. Flickering images of his laughing face flashed through my mind. He took a step in my direction.
"Stop, stay away from me," I called out, trying to sound threatening but I sounded incredibly frightened.
"Don't be like that," he winked, "I made you and this is the thanks I get?"
"M…Made me?" I stammered.
"Sure did, before me, you were just a weak little human," he smirked, "And now, you are immortal."
"What did you do?" I blinked, trying to search my mind for information, memories.
"It was just a little bite," he smiled teasingly.
I stared at him, waiting for more information.
"I'm a vampire Evelyn, and so are you," he sighed.
I continued to stare in his direction, but not at him. I had just zoned out, wrestling with my thoughts.
Vampire. They were supposed to be evil. Blood drinkers. Murderers. I started to shake my head slowly, and then faster until I was shaking violently.
"NO!" I screamed out.
Kearne looked at me as if I was mental.
"I don't want to be a vampire, I never asked for this!" I cried.
"Don't you see, life is so much better this way? We live forever, we're strong, fast, beautiful, we can do anything we want to!" Kearne said, trying to reason with me.
"You made me into a monster!" I screamed furiously.
Before I could react in a much more violent that necessary way, I ran.
I had no idea where I was going but within seconds I was in a small town. The town felt familiar but before I could register anymore a soft, childish voice called out to me, and was instantly accompanied by the most delicious scent I ever smelt.
"Evelyn?" I whipped round to see a young girl.
I could hear her heartbeat, I could feel the warmth of her blood. The smell was overwhelming and driving me to insanity.
My vision went red and I was no longer controlling my own body. I pounced on my prey and tore at her throat, downing every available drop of the sweetest taste that had ever touched my lips.
I stopped and pulled away when I had downed every ounce of blood, my vision and mind returning to normal. The girls face was stuck in her last expression. Her eyes were wide open in fear and her mouth was ready to scream.
I looked at her face again. Memories were worming their way into my mind again.
Virginia. Vinnie. My…sister?
"She can't be," I whispered, staring down at the tiny corpse of the child who I was supposed to love, I laid her gently on the ground and then everything hit me.
I screamed out in fury, I tore a nearby fence out of the ground and threw it into a wall. Still shrieking I tore out of the town, back the way I came.
Kearne was still standing where I left him, I launched myself at him and without a second thought, grabbed his head and tore it off with every inch of anger I had blazing in me.
I kept running past where Kearne's body lay, past the forest, past caring.
I ran for hours as fast as I could go until the sky began to darken and the colours of the landscape changed. I stopped on a rocky beach and stared out at the waves.
I threw a fist into a nearby rock, shattering it to pieces.
I was a horrid, evil, hideous monster and I did not deserve to live. I had killed my own sister, out of pure evil greed. I despised my very being and I wanted out. I wanted out of life.
I grabbed a particularly sharp shard of rock and sliced it across my throat. The rock crumbled on impact, leaving no mark across my perfect skin. I screamed again and bashed my head into a rock, which split down the middle.
I ran frantically into the sea and dove down as soon as it was deep enough. I kept swimming, downwards, not even bothering to look up. I had hoped to drown, but I found myself not needing to breath. I swallowed the water around me but it filled my lungs with absolutely no effect.
I swam back up and charged into some trees near the beach. I strode in and started howling and clawing trees in my fury, leaving brutal marks in the bark. I dropped to my knees and dug my nails into the ground, tearing up clumps of earth and throwing them at nearby trunks.
Eventually, I slumped down so I was lying on the ground, as huge ripping sobs emerged from me and no tears fell down my perfect murderous face.
Like I said I LOVED writing this, it was very interesting :P I hope you love it too, xxx
