Chapter 2
Later that night I was laying on my bed reading a novel for Liteurature class. I was skipping through the pages when I heard something scratching on my window. Sinse my room was on the second story of the house, I assumed it was just a branch blowing against it. I walked over to it, pulled open my curtains and stifled a scream. There was Dorian, sitting on a branch outside my window. His hair was wet and hung in wet strings around his milky white face.
"What are you doing here?" I opened the window.
"I had to see you again," he said and climbed in. He turned and closed the window, then walked towards me. He got only inches from my face and carefully cuped his hands around it. The chill of his cold flesh against mine made me shiver. He looked deeply into my eyes like he did in the cemetery, his gaze was hypnotic.
"There is something I didn't tell you about myself," he whispered, his voice as hypnotic as his eyes. I backed up from him and sat on my bed. He sat beside me, his gaze did not break. He moved closer to me, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. He leaned over and whispered into my ear,
"I am a vampyre."
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words did escape my lips. A Vampyre?! I thought. I had been obsessed with them for as long as I could remember. And now there was one, a real vampire, in my room sitting on my bed. I tried to think of something to say but all that would come out was "wow."
He laughed and moved back a little.
"Well, that's a first. Usually everyone screams and runs off before I can get another word in edge-wise." He smiled, his fangs glistening in the light.
I stared in wonder at him for a long time, then realizing I was doing so I quickly looked away. I pondered what to do, then after a while I asked him.
"Dorian, can you make me a vampire?" I staired into those ice blue eyes for a third time. He looked back at me with a expression of surprise crossing his face.
"You want to be this?" he held out his hands and looked them over, his long bony fingers curling into his palms. He then looked back up at me.
"Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked.
I moved closer to him and took a deep breath.
"Yes, I want this." I took his hand in mine.
He pulled me closer and put his lips to mine, the cold making me shiver again. He then rested his lips on my neck and kissed the same spot over and over again. I took a deep breath and waited for what was to come next. I breathed in sharply as a par of fangs sank deep into my flesh with two satisfying pops. I began to grow weak and I could feel my skin begin to fade. I gripped the back of his T-shirt to keep from falling to the floor. I began to slip into darkness, the only sound was the faint sucking noise of my mortal life being drained away.
Later that night I was laying on my bed reading a novel for Liteurature class. I was skipping through the pages when I heard something scratching on my window. Sinse my room was on the second story of the house, I assumed it was just a branch blowing against it. I walked over to it, pulled open my curtains and stifled a scream. There was Dorian, sitting on a branch outside my window. His hair was wet and hung in wet strings around his milky white face.
"What are you doing here?" I opened the window.
"I had to see you again," he said and climbed in. He turned and closed the window, then walked towards me. He got only inches from my face and carefully cuped his hands around it. The chill of his cold flesh against mine made me shiver. He looked deeply into my eyes like he did in the cemetery, his gaze was hypnotic.
"There is something I didn't tell you about myself," he whispered, his voice as hypnotic as his eyes. I backed up from him and sat on my bed. He sat beside me, his gaze did not break. He moved closer to me, shoulder to shoulder, hip to hip. He leaned over and whispered into my ear,
"I am a vampyre."
I opened my mouth to speak, but no words did escape my lips. A Vampyre?! I thought. I had been obsessed with them for as long as I could remember. And now there was one, a real vampire, in my room sitting on my bed. I tried to think of something to say but all that would come out was "wow."
He laughed and moved back a little.
"Well, that's a first. Usually everyone screams and runs off before I can get another word in edge-wise." He smiled, his fangs glistening in the light.
I stared in wonder at him for a long time, then realizing I was doing so I quickly looked away. I pondered what to do, then after a while I asked him.
"Dorian, can you make me a vampire?" I staired into those ice blue eyes for a third time. He looked back at me with a expression of surprise crossing his face.
"You want to be this?" he held out his hands and looked them over, his long bony fingers curling into his palms. He then looked back up at me.
"Are you certain this is what you want?" he asked.
I moved closer to him and took a deep breath.
"Yes, I want this." I took his hand in mine.
He pulled me closer and put his lips to mine, the cold making me shiver again. He then rested his lips on my neck and kissed the same spot over and over again. I took a deep breath and waited for what was to come next. I breathed in sharply as a par of fangs sank deep into my flesh with two satisfying pops. I began to grow weak and I could feel my skin begin to fade. I gripped the back of his T-shirt to keep from falling to the floor. I began to slip into darkness, the only sound was the faint sucking noise of my mortal life being drained away.