They stared at Sofia and me darkly. Although they looked human, I could tell they were far from it. Their eyes were dark, almost black, and they were an endless pool of evil. They had veins streaming all over their bodies, popping out like tubes. At that moment I wished I could just escape, and forget all about this. At that moment I also wished that I never went with Sofia to the club.
The man, who stood in the middle, was obviously the leader. He stood tall, and I felt aggression seep out of his skin. There were two smaller people behind him, a boy and a girl. They looked like 15-year-old teenagers, but with the grace of 40-year-olds. There faces calmed, and I noticed their veins disappeared. I carefully stood up, and so did Sofia, although, she clenched my arm fairly tightly and her eyes concentrated on the man's, making sure she too was careful.
It was obvious Sofia knew this man. She bowed her head to him as he stared down at us. The atmosphere was tense, but suddenly the man spoke.
"I have come to believe," he began saying to the audience that was left in the bar, "that there is a human in here who may be threatening our secret." He spoke with confidence, and I heard low whispers between the paler people in the crowd, whilst the others looked fearfully at the man. Now it was conclusive that something separated the pale faces from the others. Since I had no idea what they were going on about, I rolled my eyes around the room, almost bored of the scene.
"You," he said, and I suddenly whipped my head up to him. If I could be any more scared, I would have had to excuse myself to go to the loo.
"Yes?"
"Tell me, do you realise what this is?" his voice was rather posh, and almost crystal enough to be tangent.
"Excuse me? I don't understand," I muttered a bit, a slight quiver in my voice.
"This!" He voice boomed this around the room, his arms spread outwards towards the crowd.
"I ... well, this is a bar. Those are people and well we usually call this socialising." As if I wasn't already embarrassed enough, he, and many others, let out a large, amplified laugh.
I tried to laugh, but as soon as I let it out and relaxed, the room turned in to chaos.
All the pale people began to hiss, frantically, and they too had veins seep out of their skin. The other people laughed, and pointed, and then laughed again as though I was a small child that had others play a trick on me. Sofia didn't look at me, but stood silently, her head pressed down to her chest. This was bad, I could tell. Sofia had known about this, though she didn't tell me, and I was yet to have an explanation.
"Ok, Silver, get him," he flicked his hand at the girl, and her face light up. She grinned slightly and stretched her hand out towards me. Her brunette hair swayed when she moved, and her eyes followed my face, those red, evil eyes.
"Don't worry human, this may just hurt ... a little." Before I knew what she was doing, her eyes narrowed and a pain shot through my body. It wriggled its way in to all my muscles, making them seize, and it bite at my brain causing a headache but ten times worse. It was excruciating. I'd never felt pain like it. As the pain continued, and I cradled back and forth on the ground, I noticed the crowd just stared. They watched me intently, watching me cradle, back and forth, back and forth.
"Eric, he is no harm to our race. He will be bound with my blood." This came from Sofia, who was standing behind my crippled body. The pain stopped, though I wasn't able to stand up for a while. I kneeled beside Sofia, almost clutching on to her leg. She looked down at me sorrowfully.
"Ok then, it shall be done. Adrian, give me that knife," the boy passed a knife from the bar in one swift move, so swiftly I could hardly see him move. Once Eric had the knife he walked towards Sofia and me. Everything became blurry then.
He slashed my arm, blood seeping out of it. Sofia went wild, she crazed over my arm, drinking the blood. Then after a moment, I was drinking a liquid that tasted sweet and pure. Shortly after I felt everything go, and the sub-conscious world took over.
I woke up stiff. My muscles ached, my head hurt, and I felt like I had been run over by a bus. As my vision came in to focus I saw Sofia sit beside me on a bed. She smiled at me heartedly, and she put her cold hand on mine. That refreshed my memories and I let out a quick breath.
"It's okay. I am not going to hurt you." The last thing I remembered, she was feeding off me, but something made me want to trust her.
"What happened?"
"Liam, I've got something to tell you," I let out a small inconsiderate laugh.
"Damn right you've got something to tell me!" she looked down on to the bed, her eyes tracing the wrinkles of the duvet.
"I'm a vampire."
Somehow, this felt utterly stupid. A vampire? It was ridiculous to even think that. I felt a smile on my face, but I could tell she was serious and my expression became alarmed. I jumped back off the bed and pointed at her in disbelief. "You're not ... I'm not ... this can't be happening. You're not some kind of mythical creature!"
"But I am. This is what I am. It is all I've ever been. You have to believe me; I would never try to hurt you. I'm a vampire." The words almost ringed in my ears like a bell chiming. I relaxed and faced her promptly. Maybe this was real, but my mind couldn't believe it. The shock had taken over my body, and it grasped the very insides of me.
"Get out." I said quietly after a silent moment. The daylight danced on her skin, and there was that glow I had saw in the club, a vampire thing?
"I can't. I need to be here with you." I got angry. I lashed out at everything I saw, kicking and bashing. I tried to push her down the stairs, forcing her to move out of the house, but she wouldn't. It was very hard to, like pushing a giant boulder. I had no strength against her. She suddenly gave up and started walking reluctantly to the door. "You're becoming one of us!" she tried to fluster out, "You're becoming a vampire and pretty soon you'll become hungry and want to feed." I ignored her plead and let her walk through the door.
"Don't come here again." I slammed the door shut with a breathless sigh.
I counted the days. The days I hadn't left the house. The days I hadn't called work or anyone else for that matter. I was changing and I could feel it. My whole body started to ache, pain seething through my every muscle. I felt hot and sweaty and no matter how hard I tried, there was no cooling me down. I should have seen a doctor, but I couldn't. What if what Sofia had said was true and I was becoming one of them, a monster. I rested on the sofa, too ill to even move. How much longer was this going to last?
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