A/N: This is my chapter about my character Sarah, hope you enjoy! ~ Buffy-Eureka123
It was three in the morning when Sarah woke up, she was sweating and her night gown was sticking to her. Her dreams were becoming stronger now she was back in Morganville. She walked down the stairs and went in the kitchen, somebody was already in there.
"Hey," He mummbled, transfixed on the cold coffee in his mug.
"Hey," Sarah replied and went to the fridge, she took out a plastic bottle and had a few sips, then put it away. "What're you doing up?"
"I don't know, ask the ginge in my dream," he smirked, but Sarah wasn't smiling. "What is it?" He asked. She felt tears pricking in her eyes.
"I can't keep doing this Josh," she told him. "I can't keep wishing he was here, because he's not, he left years ago and it's all I can do to cope." He smiled and her.
"Talk to Josh," Josh said and he and Sarah went into the living room. After they'd sat down Josh turned to her, "First things first. You have to stop calling this guy, 'he' or 'him' and actually tell me this dudes name,"
"His name's Zach." Sarah told Josh.
"Okay good, why are you having so much trouble moving on?" He asked. She gulped and started from the beginning.
It was 1544 and spring had just started. Sarah had always loved spring, but not this year. This year she'd got a new job as Henry VIII's maid. And it was not fun. On top of all her chores the king wasn't the nicest man. He was abusive and a slob. He did what he wanted and nobody cared. For the next two years she suffered beatings and abuse she could hardly cope with. At night she cried till she fell asleep and when she woke up she always tried to think of one good reason not to hang herself, and by the end of two years, it wasn't easy.
One hot summers morning in July 1546 she was sent to the old library to find a book for Katherine Parr on myths and legends. Katherine was always nice to Sarah and Sarah liked her. A man in his twenties was stood there staring at a bunch of old books. He was wearing loads of robes that looked like they belonged to an older person. "Oh ma'am, I appear to have lost my way." He said, and walked towards her. "I was looking for Sarah... Litfield. I think her name is. Can you help me find her ma'am?"
Sarah shook her head helplessly. "Why'dya wanna know? Ain't none of your business." She said.
He tutted. "Now now, one knows how to speak better than that I believe. Grammar is a big part of one's life child," he grinned at her. "I only wanted to help young Sarah ma'am and I bet you know where I can find her." He raised an eyebrow.
"I bet you already know where to find her, sir." Sarah said back to him.
"I do indeed, but I always like to give my patients warning," he grinned.
"Who are you?" Sarah asked.
"My name is Myrnin of Conwy my lady and yours is Sarah Litfield, or is it Marrow or prehaps even Windersham?" He said. Sarah gulped. "If you don't mind me saying, I think Litfield is a better name for you Sarah and I think I can also offer a better life for you. One that requires a lot less sun and a massive change of diet. One as a vampire," she showed her his fangs. "Just say the word and your misery will end," Myrnin told her and took her hand in his.
"Yes," Sarah said and stared into his crimson eyes.
"Oh I always love it when they say that." And then there was pain. He neck felt like it was on fire, she tried to scream but Myrnin put one hand over her mouth and pulled her closer with the other. Then she simply passed out.
"What next?" Josh asked, clearly mesmerised by her story.
"If you're wondering how vampires are made, i don't know. I was unconcious, when I woke up all I wanted was blood." She told him.
Sarah's neck hurt when she woke up and she was hungry. Myrnin quickly slit his wrist and let her feast. Then she almost returned to normal. "Hello!" A boy shouted from the library entrance. It was Sarah's brother Brett. He had become a knight over the past few months and took his job very seriously. "Sarah!" He screamed and lunged for Myrnin who ducked and slammed him into a book case, he jumped out the way as it toppled over. He hit Myrnin round the head with some books and as he fell backwards Brett drew his knife and went for Myrnins throat. Myrnin kicked Brett in his stomach and he leaned forwards, gasping for breath. Before Sarah knew what she was doing she went behind her brother, grabbed a hand full of his blonde hair and pulled him back till his head was tipped back on her shoulder. She turned and bit hard into the flesh of his neck, he began to go pale and then all the stuggling stopped. She dropped his body in a heap on the floor and went to help Myrnin up. Only then did she realise just what she had done.
"Wait, you killed your brother?" Josh laughed.
"Yeh, I was just so hungry!" She complained and they both laughed. "It was hard at first, being a vampire, but Myrnin was really helpful. Eventually I started to call him either 'Papa' or 'Myr', we were like father and daughter. Then he went crazy. I couldn't help him, and after he killed Ada, I left for my own saftey and for his."
"Cool," Josh said. "Whose Ada? And whose Myrnin?"
"That my friend is another story for another time," Sarah giggled. "Claire might tell you if you ask nicely."
