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A/N: Good Lord has it been a long time or what? School has positively killed me this year. That, and the fact that I now have a job as well… But yet, here I am back to try and finish what I started. Hopefully everyone is still here with me, but if not, I will trudge on anyway. Here we go.
In most people, the transition between human and vampire is fairly painless. Some people are so out of it that they don't even realize that they are changing. But, there are the exceptions to the rule. I was one of them.
When I was turned into a vampire, it was an agonizingly painful process. I had been a warrior in my lifetime, and a damn good one at that. I had been injured several times, but nothing, nothing, could've even compared to this pain. I felt like I was being ripped apart from the inside out. When I changed Amy, I was hoping that she was going to be one of the many who didn't feel a thing.
Unfortunately, she was another exception.
It had been a mere two days since I bit her and she was showing no signs of improvement. She was still convulsing with pain, and when she wasn't doing that, she was trying to attack me. I had been forced to restrain her and tie her to the couch. Had I been at full strength, I might have let her roam around the house screaming bloody murder all she wanted.
But the fact remained that I was still weak.
It had never taken me this long to recover from creating a vampire. Yes, so I could argue the fact that I haven't made another vampire in over 500 years, but still…
It shouldn't take this long.
I lifted my face out of my hands and looked over at Amy, who had finally passed out again. I began to regret my decision of making her a vampire. I looked at the handcuffs that I had put on her, and noticed that she was bleeding from the wrists since she had been convulsing so much. I sighed and stood up to go and loosen them a little. As soon as I touched her hand her eyes snapped open and she lunged at me. I yanked my arm back as quick as I could, but she caught it anyway. She sunk her teeth in so deep that she struck bone. Since I was still in the motion of swinging my arm back, I wound up ripping a huge chunk of my arm out. I stumbled backwards and fell to the floor in pain.
I bit down on my tongue to keep from yelling because yelling would only set her off on another convulsion. Instead I started to apply pressure to the gaping hole in my arm. Blood was already gushing everywhere, and in my weakened state already, that was not a good thing. I looked back up at Amy who was licking her lips at the sight of all the blood.
For the most part, I had been trying to pace her with the blood, starting with myself, and then later in the first day trying to wean her off of me and on to animals instead. She didn't take too well to it, and that was when the convulsions and yelling started.
I looked back at my arm, and I knew that I was going to faint again from all of this blood going everywhere. I slowly approached her by shuffling on the floor, and looked up at her. Without giving it a second thought, I thrust my arm up at her, allowing her to drink. I was hoping that by doing so, my arm would be more inclined to heal itself, but only time was going to tell that.
Besides, if she killed me, she killed me. I almost wished she had.
It would have been better than what happened next.