Ok guys i tried to give this some historical meaning too. if you guys like it let me know! otherwise i'll re-do some chapters and make it completely different, and if you like it, that would suck. So don't keep me waiting! Review!
I dreamt of fire. I was in a burning building. I didn't recognize the room. Everything looked so posh. The, now burning, furniture was obviously antique and the 19th century paintings on the wall were beautiful. It felt like being a palace, well aside from the smoke and flames.
I wore a poofy dress with elegant flower patterns embroidered into the blue French silk. It had silver lace around the edges and a tight bodice. However, it was very uncomfortable. I decided to rip off the skirt so I was less likely to catch on fire and I ran. I ran so fast down every corridor.
A burning log landed on my leg and I let out a scream. I kept running, the flesh on my leg seared, my eyes leaking tears.
My feet were blistered when I found the stairs leading down to the door.
Then I saw him. His shirt was ripped and he was bleeding from his neck. Two puncture wounds were prominent. He looked at me with his ice blue eyes.
"René." He whispered. In a flash he was next to me. He picked me up and carried me toward the door. I started coughing because of the smoke, my lungs burning. I felt something wet on my lip. I touched them with my fingers and when I pulled them away the blood came with them.
After David got me out of the house he set me on the ground a few yards away. There was a bright full moon and the stars seemed to glow brighter than normal. David was frantically yelling over his shoulder, but by then I was coughing so bad that my whole body was wracked with pain. I was desperate for breath but I couldn't breathe.
David looked down at me his eyes worried. I had stopped coughing but my hearing was muted. David had a tear coming from his eye. I reached up to wipe it away but my vision went dark and I died.
David's POV
It wasn't really a dream. Us undead couldn't dream. Instead we relived our pasts. I hadn't relived this scene in a hundred years. Usually I kept it locked away in the depths of my mind, never to be seen again, but ever since I met that girl…
I remember the fire, and I remember begging Max to help me. He was weak at the time but told me that if I let him bite me I would gain all the strength and speed I needed.
I suppose it's obvious that I went through with it, but what other choice did I have? I wouldn't be able to save her if I couldn't get through the huge oak door that was locked from the inside.
The initial pain wasn't so bad. The bite felt like a knife but I felt power rush to my muscles and my throat burn. I almost lost my bearings but then I heard a scream and instantly I was pulled back. René was in trouble and I was the only one that could save her.
I rushed to the house with my new- found speed and rammed through the door with ease. Then I saw her. She was alive, but her leg was badly burnt and she was bleeding. I a flash I was next to her. I carried her out of the burning building and laid her down.
René had been sick for a long time but it was the smoke that killed her. Her tuberculosis finally caught up with her.
I remember Max giving her his blood after she passed but to no avail. She was gone and so was my soul. I became a vampire to save her, and she died anyway. Eventually Max found me brothers so I wasn't alone in my immortality. First came Dwayne. Max and I had traveled as settlers to the "new world". The tribes of natives there were very hospitable to us. That is until they discovered Max with a kill. After that they called us Bé, or demons. We fled to the mountains and became a legend.
After a few years, though a girl and a man from the tribe carried a dying man up the hill. The girl said that he was her brother and that her tribe's medicine could not save him. She wanted him to live and asked Max to change him. Unfortunately when the boy awoke he was full of blood lust. He ran to the human village and killed practically every one there.
We were forced to kill the rest. It was too risky to leave them alive. After words Dwayne took out a flint knife and started carving into a tree. After he was done the word "Croatoan" was visible. He said that it would ward off people from his village. He started on another tree but Max grabbed he shoulder and told him we had to leave.
We traveled to the west into another mountain range. There were many native tribes. Some were docile and left us alone as long as we didn't bother them but soon we happened on a ferocious tribe. They are known as the Mayans. They favored our superiority and believed us gods and Dwayne our guide to the physical world. We lived with them for many years, Dwayne became a shaman and we were given sacrifices. It seemed like the perfect life for a vampire but we knew we couldn't stay.
