Chapter 28:
Firstly, there aren't that many chapter left in this story, secondly sorry but there will be no, I repeat NO updates for one week. I will not have forgotten about this story, simply I am on a French exchange trip so… anyway, enjoy!
Oliver's POV:
I cannot believe that this has happened again. That a human is going to die because of a relationship with a vampire. Lucy. I regret, oh how I regret loving you to, literally, death.
Lucy Evans. The girl who I felt so deeply in love with, in 1709. Well after the other cases Amelie told me about. I went round to her house and found her lying there: I immediately rang Amelie who recognised the symptoms. Unfortunately, it turned out she had been there for 8 hours already. Amelie really did try to turn her, as it worked for the other case many years before, but she was too far gone to be turned. She broke my heart, just because I loved her so, so much. I vowed then that I would never love anyone again, the way I loved Lucy.
Myrnin's POV
"She needs to be changed," I hear myself saying, hating myself for it but being unable to lose her. Amelie and Sam nod coolly, whilst Michael takes a deep breath, almost crying. Amelie walks nearer, and bends down to us: Michael walks away into the lab with Sam after I nod at them to do so. I don't want them to be around when they see Claire… become a monster.
"You completely sure Myrnin?" Amelie confirms and I non-verbally give my consent – unable to talk because if I do, I will lose it. Entirely.
"You should do this," she pushes and I guess she is right: it's because of me she needs turning and so I ought to do it – she stands a better chance: I have only ever seen 3 people not make the transformation… she better had.
"Just the same way as before?" I double check, and she confirms this before running out and in with a pitcher of warmed blood – that's what Michael and Sam must have been doing, clever men.
I hesitate before saying:
"I am so very, very sorry for this my sweet." I then kiss her softly, retract my fangs and sink them into the side of her neck. Her body jerks in response to the blood getting taken out of circulation – goodness, Galen and the doctors really got that wrong, because if blood was continually made, how were people drained to death? – but she doesn't stir or anything. I gulp her blood down, feeling so very guilty for my actions, before Amelie places a quaking hand on mine, steadying Claire's shaking head.
"That's enough now Myrnin, now you know what to do," she says and I immediately quit drinking: instead I sink my fangs into my forearm and rip, letting loose a torrent of blood. Amelie holds open Claire's mouth and I pour some of the blood – quite a lot – into it. Finally some life – I can hear her gulping it down.
Now the waiting game begins. Normal vampire transformations can take anywhere between 15 and 50 seconds to be complete, but just where will Claire fall into the equation? Ten seconds, twenty, thirty…
"Are you ok?" Amelie asks me, just as Claire's entire body begins shaking and moving rapidly, fingers vibrating so quickly they would look just a blur to humans.
"No, not until she wakes up," I respond quietly, knowing that this stage always occurs when their bodies are accepting the transformation.
Claire's POV (gone back to just before Myrnin… you know :D)
I cannot believe I heard Amelie and Sam arguing… but Amelie knew about why Sam changed? And never told anyone, as well as the fact that she has seen things like this happen and not tell a soul.
I hope that Myrnin takes the hard course and does change me: I cannot lose him and if the option is death or being a vampire, I take vampire. Definitely. And if I get to stay with Myrnin forever, well that can't be a bad thing. Can it?
I can feel myself slipping slightly as I just don't do anything for myself, but I desperately try to cling on for not just me, not just Myrnin, but Eve who I heard earlier sobbing, for Michael who needs someone right now (not in that way, just as a friend) and for Sam – how wretched would he feel if he had survived and I don't?
I miss out on the next conversation – I cannot hear individual words any more, just the murmuring of different voices, and the motions Myrnin (and others when they take my hand) make as he is holding me.
OWWWW! No not again, I am being drained from my neck and it is so painful I can only think of the pain, the pain of losing my blood. I know my body is moving in reaction to the pain but I'm not doing anything consciously – I can't.
Then something wet is put in my mouth – it's blood – and I gulp it down, making me feel better, until I lapse back into stillness. But inside, my body doesn't feel right – there are things changing, but what? I cannot tell, only that it doesn't feel right, oh my god how hot am I now? I cannot move but yet I am shaking uncontrollably, I am able to pick up conversations in the room, movements, even Amelie touching Myrnin on the hand.
But I also feel really thirsty. Like water won't satiate it, like there is a blood source in the room, hot, wet, and I need it. Now. I cannot stop till I get it.
My eyes flash open at first everything is cloudy: then I blink and now everything is out in bright definition – all dark colours are darker, light ones lighter and I can see individual threads on the throw above my head. I smell everything: the air outside, the rather nice bacon and eggs (nice, just not satisfying) on the floor, but most of all. That pitcher of blood over there.
I sit upright, and Myrnin lets go of me – big mistake as then the wind sweeps through from the window and the rather more appealing smell of living humans blows through. I begin to head towards it, not caring that the sunlight is damaging, just hungry. Amelie, however, has other plans and throws her arms around me, dragging me down to the floor.
"Sam, come here please!" she yells, keeping me down easily as I writhe and squirm under her, trying to get to the humans. Everything seems to have a red tint, and I guess my eyes are red at the minute: I feel my fangs ready to sink into the nearest heat source – I need something, now!
Sam runs over and helps hold me down, supporting my head but dodging my fangs as Myrnin just sits here, watching me helplessly. I look into his eyes, and send a plea for help through mine.
Michael sprints through and picks something up before running down to my level: Sam lifts my head as Amelie releases me for a second to change her grip. Michael pours the blood into my mouth and I relax as I get what I was craving – no longer do I want the humans outside – they're not bothering me anymore – as everything goes majorly red. The pitcher is soon empty, and as Michael moves it away whilst Sam releases my head, Amelie and Myrnin (who's still sat in a state of shock, but beginning to recover I think) seem more relaxed.
"Claire, how do you feel?" she asks me in a concerned voice. I consider the question a moment before answering:
"Well I feel more relaxed than a minute ago, I don't want to eat anyone outside which has to be a good thing (I laugh here a moment, before realising noone else is joining in) and I just feel normal. Like I used to be." I muse the last point a moment before a look between Amelie and Myrnin seals my release. I stagger for a moment, no longer having to fight (even though I thought I had completely relaxed… guess that that is vampire strength for you, even a new vampire) and then Myrnin reaches out to steady me. I fall into his embrace, knowing that now we can be together forever…
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Not many left, but don't worry, there WILL be a sequel (can't remember if I have already said this…)
Vicky xx
