Hey guys! I'm going to skip the chit-chat and go straight to the fan fic.
When I came to, I tasted something sweet being forced through my lips. My mouth was dry and I was weak. I tried to pull away, but my body screamed at me for doing so.
"Take as much as you need," a soothing voice said. I recognized the voice as being evil and pulled away again, and once more, fell into unconsciousness.
The next thing I knew, I was leaning on a smooth wall. I realized I had died, but couldn't remember who 'I' was. Also, where I was, dude, I didn't know.
I got up slowly, although I found that my joints, my whole body, hurt. (Aw, poor baby. *authoress doing cute puppy dog look w/ lower lip sticking out.*). I walked a little ways, trying to get rid of the stiffness.
I tried calling for Shane, Tori, or anyone of the guys but realized that I had not taken a breath since I woke up.
So I inhaled; a huge pain sweeping through my chest, knocking me to my knees. I waited there for a minute or two before trying again. This time it still hurt, but not as much so I called, "Can anyone hear me?" I walked around for a while and was surprised that I didn't need to take another.
Then light filled the room, making me squint.
"Oh," a girl said, "You're awake. Good."
"What?" I asked, "What happened to me?" and I turned around and saw a mirror filled room. In a mirror I saw a guy about my height and my weight, but he didn't look like me. As I moved closer, he moved closer, with a gracefulness that I was pretty sure I didn't have.
I looked closely at his features, he had a good looking face, and when I smiled, he had a really nice smile, but something about his smile was wrong. I looked into his eyes and saw that they were deathly black. I thought I had brown eyes. I looked at him again and he had brown eyes too. 'That's better,' I thought.
My vision was hazy and my head buzzed. 'Who is he?' I thought.
"Don't you recognize yourself?" she asked me.
"No," I replied.
"That'll wear off. You must be hungry. Come with me, and I'll find you something."
"What am I?"
"You? Well, you a vampire, of course, silly."
I stopped in my tracks. "What?"
"Just come on."
"How.What did you do to Dustin?"
"Who?"
"You," the guy replied.
"I guess I've been changed," I said, "into a vampire, at least, that's what she told me."
"Just don't end up killing him again, Jaimee," the guy said.
"Camy," Jaimee said, "don't worry. I'll take good care of him. He's just a little hungry and we're off to find prey."
I looked at her funny, and she smiled at me, showing fang. I brushed my teeth with my tongue and found that my canine teeth were just like hers, long, sharp and cruel.
"Well, we'll see you later, Camy," she said.
"Uh, yeah, see you later."
And he left and the next thing I knew, we were standing in a prison cell with two dudes, I got a little scared, but she whispered into my head, 'Don't worry, they're on death row. She took the larger one and he crumpled onto the floor.
'Drink up,' the voice rang in my head.
So, I did the same as she, my fangs neatly piercing the guy's skin on his neck. The blood was boiling yet sweet, filled with life.
My head and vision cleared as his faded. When I finished, I licked the remaining blood from my lips and looked down at the guy.
"It'll get easier," Jaimee said. "Feel better?"
I didn't answer. I just looked at her. Yeah, sure, physically maybe, but not emotionally or morally.
When I came to, I tasted something sweet being forced through my lips. My mouth was dry and I was weak. I tried to pull away, but my body screamed at me for doing so.
"Take as much as you need," a soothing voice said. I recognized the voice as being evil and pulled away again, and once more, fell into unconsciousness.
The next thing I knew, I was leaning on a smooth wall. I realized I had died, but couldn't remember who 'I' was. Also, where I was, dude, I didn't know.
I got up slowly, although I found that my joints, my whole body, hurt. (Aw, poor baby. *authoress doing cute puppy dog look w/ lower lip sticking out.*). I walked a little ways, trying to get rid of the stiffness.
I tried calling for Shane, Tori, or anyone of the guys but realized that I had not taken a breath since I woke up.
So I inhaled; a huge pain sweeping through my chest, knocking me to my knees. I waited there for a minute or two before trying again. This time it still hurt, but not as much so I called, "Can anyone hear me?" I walked around for a while and was surprised that I didn't need to take another.
Then light filled the room, making me squint.
"Oh," a girl said, "You're awake. Good."
"What?" I asked, "What happened to me?" and I turned around and saw a mirror filled room. In a mirror I saw a guy about my height and my weight, but he didn't look like me. As I moved closer, he moved closer, with a gracefulness that I was pretty sure I didn't have.
I looked closely at his features, he had a good looking face, and when I smiled, he had a really nice smile, but something about his smile was wrong. I looked into his eyes and saw that they were deathly black. I thought I had brown eyes. I looked at him again and he had brown eyes too. 'That's better,' I thought.
My vision was hazy and my head buzzed. 'Who is he?' I thought.
"Don't you recognize yourself?" she asked me.
"No," I replied.
"That'll wear off. You must be hungry. Come with me, and I'll find you something."
"What am I?"
"You? Well, you a vampire, of course, silly."
I stopped in my tracks. "What?"
"Just come on."
"How.What did you do to Dustin?"
"Who?"
"You," the guy replied.
"I guess I've been changed," I said, "into a vampire, at least, that's what she told me."
"Just don't end up killing him again, Jaimee," the guy said.
"Camy," Jaimee said, "don't worry. I'll take good care of him. He's just a little hungry and we're off to find prey."
I looked at her funny, and she smiled at me, showing fang. I brushed my teeth with my tongue and found that my canine teeth were just like hers, long, sharp and cruel.
"Well, we'll see you later, Camy," she said.
"Uh, yeah, see you later."
And he left and the next thing I knew, we were standing in a prison cell with two dudes, I got a little scared, but she whispered into my head, 'Don't worry, they're on death row. She took the larger one and he crumpled onto the floor.
'Drink up,' the voice rang in my head.
So, I did the same as she, my fangs neatly piercing the guy's skin on his neck. The blood was boiling yet sweet, filled with life.
My head and vision cleared as his faded. When I finished, I licked the remaining blood from my lips and looked down at the guy.
"It'll get easier," Jaimee said. "Feel better?"
I didn't answer. I just looked at her. Yeah, sure, physically maybe, but not emotionally or morally.