The Taste of Blood
Chapter 4- Jager's Story
The next few weeks were like little sprays of sunshine after a big storm. Jager and I grew closer as time wore on, and I began to feel as though the people in my family weren't as important as he was. Ryanne (A/N remember my note last time, Isis is now Ryanne) became an annoyance, Aria suddenly seemed way too bossy, Janita was such a tagalong, and I never saw Cheri. Why did I use to feel as though I couldn't live without them? I'd think. Then I'd smile and remember, Jager. It was one of these days that I was thinking about how annoying my family was, when Jager met me in the market.
"Hey, um... Fala? Can we talk?" Jager asked. When I saw how nervous he looked, I began to get worried.
"Um... yeah, sure Jager, um... let's leave the market, and you can talk to me over near those reeds. Okay?" I said.
"Yes, okay, let's go." Jager said. He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me over to the reeds, out of site from the market.
"Yes?" I coaxed, when Jager didn't say anything.
"Well, "he fidgeted. "We've known each other for a long time, Fala, and I've really begun to feel that you would accept me, no matter what. Am I right?"
Confused, I answered, "Yes, of course."
"Well Fala, remember back when we first met, in your room?"
"Yes," I answered cautiously. "But what does that have to do with-" But then I remembered part of the conversation that Jager seemed to want to avoid.
Flashback Jager smiled again. "Alright, fair enough. Well, I was born in Greece.
I had an...unplanned, encounter with someone about a year ago, who rather changed my life quite a bit. I came to Egypt soon after."
"Who changed your life?" I asked, curious.
Jager chuckled, and said, "Well, I am sorry, but I am not at liberty to tell you that."
"Oh." I said.
End Flashback
"Does this, by any chance, have to do with the person who changed your life?" I asked apprehensively. Then I had a terrible thought. "By the gods! Did you kill someone?"
"No! No, of course not." Jager said. "Rather, someone, err... someone killed me."
"Come again?" I thought I heard him wrong.
Jager took a deep breath and said. "I said, that someone killed me."
I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Jager looked at me, "Do you really want to know? I mean, promise you won't run away or anything?"
"Of course I won't run away. I'm not afraid of anything." I said defiantly.
Jager took another deep breath and his words came out in a sigh. "Well, as I told you, I was born in Greece. I had a best friend, his name was Peter, and we were this tight." Here he held up two fingers crossed over each other.
"And...?" I prodded.
"Well, one night, I found him practically dead, I later found out the reason was loss of blood. He wouldn't tell me what happened, no matter how many times I asked. Shrugging, I just gave up. About a month later, I found him dead on the front lawn of an abandoned house. Furious, I looked for any signs of who killed him. In his pocket, I found what looked like an invitation to some party. I decided that his killer must have been at this party, so I waited. Every Friday night I hid among the bushes of the house, waiting for the next bash. Finally, about three weeks later, there was another party. I asked around for someone who might have remembered my friend. Someone finally did. He told me that he got a bit too carried away and forgot to stop. When I asked what it was he forgot to stop, he shrugged and said, drinking the blood, of course.
"Well, as you can probably imagine, I went crazy. I cried out as I punched him in the nose. The man just smiled, as he wiped the blood off his face. Then, as I tried for another punch, he caught my arm and held on as though it was no trifle, even though I was struggling like mad. I like you, the man said. You have spirit. Why don't you become one of us, eh? His friends jeered at me, and kept asking huh? Huh? So, finally, I gave in. The man changed me...into a vampire."
I gave a week laugh, "Oh, so you're a vampire. Haha, very funny. Ok, now, tell me what really happened."
"Fala," he looked pretty distressed, "I told you what really happened. Please...don't run away."
My heart was beating fast in fear, but I looked him in the eye anyway. "I will not run," I said quietly. "But I want you to stay away from my family, and I-"I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I don't want to see you again."
And with that, I walked slowly home to my warm pillow that was waiting for my tears.
Chapter 4- Jager's Story
The next few weeks were like little sprays of sunshine after a big storm. Jager and I grew closer as time wore on, and I began to feel as though the people in my family weren't as important as he was. Ryanne (A/N remember my note last time, Isis is now Ryanne) became an annoyance, Aria suddenly seemed way too bossy, Janita was such a tagalong, and I never saw Cheri. Why did I use to feel as though I couldn't live without them? I'd think. Then I'd smile and remember, Jager. It was one of these days that I was thinking about how annoying my family was, when Jager met me in the market.
"Hey, um... Fala? Can we talk?" Jager asked. When I saw how nervous he looked, I began to get worried.
"Um... yeah, sure Jager, um... let's leave the market, and you can talk to me over near those reeds. Okay?" I said.
"Yes, okay, let's go." Jager said. He grabbed my hand and practically dragged me over to the reeds, out of site from the market.
"Yes?" I coaxed, when Jager didn't say anything.
"Well, "he fidgeted. "We've known each other for a long time, Fala, and I've really begun to feel that you would accept me, no matter what. Am I right?"
Confused, I answered, "Yes, of course."
"Well Fala, remember back when we first met, in your room?"
"Yes," I answered cautiously. "But what does that have to do with-" But then I remembered part of the conversation that Jager seemed to want to avoid.
Flashback Jager smiled again. "Alright, fair enough. Well, I was born in Greece.
I had an...unplanned, encounter with someone about a year ago, who rather changed my life quite a bit. I came to Egypt soon after."
"Who changed your life?" I asked, curious.
Jager chuckled, and said, "Well, I am sorry, but I am not at liberty to tell you that."
"Oh." I said.
End Flashback
"Does this, by any chance, have to do with the person who changed your life?" I asked apprehensively. Then I had a terrible thought. "By the gods! Did you kill someone?"
"No! No, of course not." Jager said. "Rather, someone, err... someone killed me."
"Come again?" I thought I heard him wrong.
Jager took a deep breath and said. "I said, that someone killed me."
I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What do you mean?"
Jager looked at me, "Do you really want to know? I mean, promise you won't run away or anything?"
"Of course I won't run away. I'm not afraid of anything." I said defiantly.
Jager took another deep breath and his words came out in a sigh. "Well, as I told you, I was born in Greece. I had a best friend, his name was Peter, and we were this tight." Here he held up two fingers crossed over each other.
"And...?" I prodded.
"Well, one night, I found him practically dead, I later found out the reason was loss of blood. He wouldn't tell me what happened, no matter how many times I asked. Shrugging, I just gave up. About a month later, I found him dead on the front lawn of an abandoned house. Furious, I looked for any signs of who killed him. In his pocket, I found what looked like an invitation to some party. I decided that his killer must have been at this party, so I waited. Every Friday night I hid among the bushes of the house, waiting for the next bash. Finally, about three weeks later, there was another party. I asked around for someone who might have remembered my friend. Someone finally did. He told me that he got a bit too carried away and forgot to stop. When I asked what it was he forgot to stop, he shrugged and said, drinking the blood, of course.
"Well, as you can probably imagine, I went crazy. I cried out as I punched him in the nose. The man just smiled, as he wiped the blood off his face. Then, as I tried for another punch, he caught my arm and held on as though it was no trifle, even though I was struggling like mad. I like you, the man said. You have spirit. Why don't you become one of us, eh? His friends jeered at me, and kept asking huh? Huh? So, finally, I gave in. The man changed me...into a vampire."
I gave a week laugh, "Oh, so you're a vampire. Haha, very funny. Ok, now, tell me what really happened."
"Fala," he looked pretty distressed, "I told you what really happened. Please...don't run away."
My heart was beating fast in fear, but I looked him in the eye anyway. "I will not run," I said quietly. "But I want you to stay away from my family, and I-"I swallowed the lump in my throat, "I don't want to see you again."
And with that, I walked slowly home to my warm pillow that was waiting for my tears.