Chapter 6: Waking to a New Life
I have no idea how long I slept. But I awoke in a huge bed with blood red silken sheets and pillow cases. Red see through curtain hung down from black poles above the bed. Slowly I sat up from the highly warm and comfortable pillows and looked around. The only source of light at all came from some candles that sat on a table by the bed. I felt weird, different, and I didn't know why. Something happened, I knew that much, but the events were all hazy. I remembered walking through a cemetery, then looking up at a gigantic house. But that was all I could remember. Something happened by that house. What was it? I put my head into the cuffs of my hands. It was all so confusing. What happened, where was I, and why did I feel so very different? I couldn't understand any of it.
I looked around the room slowly. There was a huge Victorian style fireplace with a mantle above it. Both were the color of midnight black. The walls were a dark red color, almost the same color as blood. The carpet was a lighter shade of the same color of red and was also soft to the touch. There were more candles on fireplace mantle that were light. Also, there was a huge mirror hanging right above it. Over to the left side of the bed was an old Victorian desk, dark chestnut in color, along with a chair to match it. On the right, and against the wall, was a dresser of the same style and color. The last things I noticed were the bookshelves full of old books that was against the wall on the right side of the fireplace, and the two big, fluffy chairs in front of the fireplace with a small table in between them. The room was simply gorgeous.
After I looked around the room I replaced my head into my hands. The odd feeling was getting worse, and I just could not shake it off. I wracked my memory, trying to remember what else had happened. Araniad, that's what he said his name was. Araniad I thought. But he frightened me. Why? What did he reveal about himself that scared me so? I thought so hard that my head started to throb, but that didn't stop me. I had to remember something, but I didn't know what. What did he reveal? It was something. Something terrible. But what WAS it? I screamed at myself, closing my eyes tightly.
Then, my head snapped up suddenly. The feeling of hunger hit me hard. It was something I never felt before. I felt starved, as if I hadn't eaten anything for months. I frantically looked around the room, but there was nothing that symbolized food what-so-ever. The hunger seemed to consume me, and it was the only thing I could think about anymore. It kept coming at me in waves, each one more demanding than the next. I gasped for air, and tried to calm myself. My head was rushing, spinning, out of control. I couldn't control it at all. I had to get good, but I didn't know what, or where. Not only was it a hunger, but it was a hunger to drink. But drink what? Slowly I could feel it turning me mad.
And that's when I saw him again; sitting in one of the big chairs in front of the fireplace. The man who called himself Araniad. I looked at him for a minute, confused. He was looking at me with those light blue eyes and smiling sweetly. Something was wrong, I could sense it. But as with so many other things, I didn't know what it was. He stood up slowly and started to walk towards me. I stood up with him.
"You're awake. It's about time" he said softly.
"Where am I?" I asked him, unsure of what was going to happen.
"Why, you're now home, of course. Do you like it?" he asked me, gesturing around. And from those words, I remembered everything from that night. The call and the meeting in the cemetery, him telling me he was a vampire and I not believing him; him taking me to the house through the ally, and then seeing the white fangs and feeling the needle like prickles on my neck. Then, I had the most dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew the answer even before I asked the question. And the answer to all of my questions from earlier.
"What did you do to me?" I asked, terribly frightened of the answer I knew was coming.
"You're a vampire now, my dear Tyrsis." He smiled and came closer to me.
I stepped back from him as he came closer. I didn't want to believe it at all, "Stay away from me!" I shouted "How could you do that to me!? I had plans!" I growled at him.
He laughed, "Plans!? For what?"
"My life" I growled.
Again, he laughed. "So, I'd take it that you don't like this one bit, do you?"
I glared at him, "No" I said sternly.
He smiled and came yet closer to me. "Just wait. You'll get used to it sooner or later" And there was that smell again. The same smell from when I first saw him. Then, I couldn't decipher what it was, but now, I could tell. It was so strong. It was the sent of blood, and it made my hunger go wild again.
"You thirst" he said, as if it was nothing. I could feel my fangs grow at the smell, the words, the very thought of blood, and my head swam again. It was such a terrible need. The need to drink; the need to kill; the need for blood. And at that moment, I realized that my world had changed completely.
I have no idea how long I slept. But I awoke in a huge bed with blood red silken sheets and pillow cases. Red see through curtain hung down from black poles above the bed. Slowly I sat up from the highly warm and comfortable pillows and looked around. The only source of light at all came from some candles that sat on a table by the bed. I felt weird, different, and I didn't know why. Something happened, I knew that much, but the events were all hazy. I remembered walking through a cemetery, then looking up at a gigantic house. But that was all I could remember. Something happened by that house. What was it? I put my head into the cuffs of my hands. It was all so confusing. What happened, where was I, and why did I feel so very different? I couldn't understand any of it.
I looked around the room slowly. There was a huge Victorian style fireplace with a mantle above it. Both were the color of midnight black. The walls were a dark red color, almost the same color as blood. The carpet was a lighter shade of the same color of red and was also soft to the touch. There were more candles on fireplace mantle that were light. Also, there was a huge mirror hanging right above it. Over to the left side of the bed was an old Victorian desk, dark chestnut in color, along with a chair to match it. On the right, and against the wall, was a dresser of the same style and color. The last things I noticed were the bookshelves full of old books that was against the wall on the right side of the fireplace, and the two big, fluffy chairs in front of the fireplace with a small table in between them. The room was simply gorgeous.
After I looked around the room I replaced my head into my hands. The odd feeling was getting worse, and I just could not shake it off. I wracked my memory, trying to remember what else had happened. Araniad, that's what he said his name was. Araniad I thought. But he frightened me. Why? What did he reveal about himself that scared me so? I thought so hard that my head started to throb, but that didn't stop me. I had to remember something, but I didn't know what. What did he reveal? It was something. Something terrible. But what WAS it? I screamed at myself, closing my eyes tightly.
Then, my head snapped up suddenly. The feeling of hunger hit me hard. It was something I never felt before. I felt starved, as if I hadn't eaten anything for months. I frantically looked around the room, but there was nothing that symbolized food what-so-ever. The hunger seemed to consume me, and it was the only thing I could think about anymore. It kept coming at me in waves, each one more demanding than the next. I gasped for air, and tried to calm myself. My head was rushing, spinning, out of control. I couldn't control it at all. I had to get good, but I didn't know what, or where. Not only was it a hunger, but it was a hunger to drink. But drink what? Slowly I could feel it turning me mad.
And that's when I saw him again; sitting in one of the big chairs in front of the fireplace. The man who called himself Araniad. I looked at him for a minute, confused. He was looking at me with those light blue eyes and smiling sweetly. Something was wrong, I could sense it. But as with so many other things, I didn't know what it was. He stood up slowly and started to walk towards me. I stood up with him.
"You're awake. It's about time" he said softly.
"Where am I?" I asked him, unsure of what was going to happen.
"Why, you're now home, of course. Do you like it?" he asked me, gesturing around. And from those words, I remembered everything from that night. The call and the meeting in the cemetery, him telling me he was a vampire and I not believing him; him taking me to the house through the ally, and then seeing the white fangs and feeling the needle like prickles on my neck. Then, I had the most dreadful feeling in the pit of my stomach. I knew the answer even before I asked the question. And the answer to all of my questions from earlier.
"What did you do to me?" I asked, terribly frightened of the answer I knew was coming.
"You're a vampire now, my dear Tyrsis." He smiled and came closer to me.
I stepped back from him as he came closer. I didn't want to believe it at all, "Stay away from me!" I shouted "How could you do that to me!? I had plans!" I growled at him.
He laughed, "Plans!? For what?"
"My life" I growled.
Again, he laughed. "So, I'd take it that you don't like this one bit, do you?"
I glared at him, "No" I said sternly.
He smiled and came yet closer to me. "Just wait. You'll get used to it sooner or later" And there was that smell again. The same smell from when I first saw him. Then, I couldn't decipher what it was, but now, I could tell. It was so strong. It was the sent of blood, and it made my hunger go wild again.
"You thirst" he said, as if it was nothing. I could feel my fangs grow at the smell, the words, the very thought of blood, and my head swam again. It was such a terrible need. The need to drink; the need to kill; the need for blood. And at that moment, I realized that my world had changed completely.