Part 11
When Kaitlyn woke up she was lying on something very soft and satiny, in a small, dark closed space. She found herself lying on her back, and when she sat up, her head bumped against something. She muttered angrily, trying to figure out a way to get out of this small closed space. Where the hell was she?
What was worse tha the feeling of being enclosed in this dull blackness, was something gnawing deep inside her. She didn't understand the feeling, it was like...the only word she could think of to describe it was...*hunger. *
She was starving...there was something she clearly needed but wasn't getting. She managed to lift the lid a little, and slide a slender hand out. Her hand groped along the side of the box-shaped object until she came to some kind of metal clasp.
It took her a while to figure out how to get it undone. Eventually she did, and the lid lifted a little more. And then she managed to find another clasp and managed to get it undone.
She lifted the lid and sat up. How strange. She was in a coffin, in a dark room filled with flowers and tributes and wooden benches and candles. A funeral home. A funeral home? Why was she in a funeral home?
And then a scent struck her. She didn't know what it was, she only knew she needed it to stop the pain growing worse within her. She climbed out of the coffin, confused as to why she could see so clearly, despite the dark and gloomy atmosphere.
She glanced down at herself, to see she was wearing some sort of long, flowy black dress and heels. Her red hair was shimmery and hanging round her shoulders. She felt as if she were floating.
And then she spotted a person waking towards her, a shocked, horrified expression on his face. She recognised him vaguely as one of the boys in one of her classes. He stared at her, seeming riveted to the spot in fear. For some reason, Kaitlyn seemed to find that rather funny. She wondered where her friends were.
But something was telling her to go to this boy. There was something inside him that she needed more than he did. She reached for him with cold, pale hands. Her grip was stronger than she thought, he tried to run, but couldn't pull away from her grip. Her eyes fell on the major vein on his neck, and she darted forward, feeling her canine teeth lengthening and sharpening. They pierced the skin and the warm blood shot into her mouth, easing the pain within her.
The taste of the blood was wonderful, like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was so exotic and different and *powerful*. Every mouthful gave her strength and life. And she felt better than she ever had in her own life.
When someone pulled the boy away from her, she was annoyed, and reached back for him. The someone grabbed her wrists.
"Sorry, babe, but once they're dead they're no good."
Kaitlyn looked up, and found herself meeting Sebastian's smiling blue eyes. He seemed quite amused by the whole situation.
"You made me a vampire," Kaitlyn said, the truth finally sinking in. Strangely, she wasn't angry or surprised.
He smiled at her. "I had planned to kill you. I don't like it when people interrupt me when I kill. But then I remembered your pictures. You left one uncovered when I came in your room, the one of you and me sharing a meal? So, I hear your drawings always come true, so..." His smile turned suggestive.
"Drop dead," Kaitlyn said sweetly. So. She was a vampire. She was immortal. Her drawings were coming true after all.
If she was going to live forever, she at least wanted some one to be her companion. And one person sprang to mind immediately.
Gabriel was going to get one hell of a surprise.
* * *
When Kaitlyn woke up she was lying on something very soft and satiny, in a small, dark closed space. She found herself lying on her back, and when she sat up, her head bumped against something. She muttered angrily, trying to figure out a way to get out of this small closed space. Where the hell was she?
What was worse tha the feeling of being enclosed in this dull blackness, was something gnawing deep inside her. She didn't understand the feeling, it was like...the only word she could think of to describe it was...*hunger. *
She was starving...there was something she clearly needed but wasn't getting. She managed to lift the lid a little, and slide a slender hand out. Her hand groped along the side of the box-shaped object until she came to some kind of metal clasp.
It took her a while to figure out how to get it undone. Eventually she did, and the lid lifted a little more. And then she managed to find another clasp and managed to get it undone.
She lifted the lid and sat up. How strange. She was in a coffin, in a dark room filled with flowers and tributes and wooden benches and candles. A funeral home. A funeral home? Why was she in a funeral home?
And then a scent struck her. She didn't know what it was, she only knew she needed it to stop the pain growing worse within her. She climbed out of the coffin, confused as to why she could see so clearly, despite the dark and gloomy atmosphere.
She glanced down at herself, to see she was wearing some sort of long, flowy black dress and heels. Her red hair was shimmery and hanging round her shoulders. She felt as if she were floating.
And then she spotted a person waking towards her, a shocked, horrified expression on his face. She recognised him vaguely as one of the boys in one of her classes. He stared at her, seeming riveted to the spot in fear. For some reason, Kaitlyn seemed to find that rather funny. She wondered where her friends were.
But something was telling her to go to this boy. There was something inside him that she needed more than he did. She reached for him with cold, pale hands. Her grip was stronger than she thought, he tried to run, but couldn't pull away from her grip. Her eyes fell on the major vein on his neck, and she darted forward, feeling her canine teeth lengthening and sharpening. They pierced the skin and the warm blood shot into her mouth, easing the pain within her.
The taste of the blood was wonderful, like nothing she'd ever experienced. It was so exotic and different and *powerful*. Every mouthful gave her strength and life. And she felt better than she ever had in her own life.
When someone pulled the boy away from her, she was annoyed, and reached back for him. The someone grabbed her wrists.
"Sorry, babe, but once they're dead they're no good."
Kaitlyn looked up, and found herself meeting Sebastian's smiling blue eyes. He seemed quite amused by the whole situation.
"You made me a vampire," Kaitlyn said, the truth finally sinking in. Strangely, she wasn't angry or surprised.
He smiled at her. "I had planned to kill you. I don't like it when people interrupt me when I kill. But then I remembered your pictures. You left one uncovered when I came in your room, the one of you and me sharing a meal? So, I hear your drawings always come true, so..." His smile turned suggestive.
"Drop dead," Kaitlyn said sweetly. So. She was a vampire. She was immortal. Her drawings were coming true after all.
If she was going to live forever, she at least wanted some one to be her companion. And one person sprang to mind immediately.
Gabriel was going to get one hell of a surprise.
* * *