Our Kind
I was still hungry, still wanting, still urging for blood. I set out for my next meal, but my maker held me back. "That's enough for tonight my darling." he whispered as he guided me down the road.
"But I need more...I shall die without it!" I screamed. He replied, "We do not want people to get suspicious, do we? If bodies just start to show up, drained of blood? Do not worry, the pain will fade and you will get use to the hunger." He brushed my face with the back of his hand.
We began to walk again. I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I dropped to my knees with pain. "That's it, hold on... this is your final step. When the pain is gone, you will no longer be mortal." he said as he slit his wrist again for me to drink.
I stood up, licking the blood from my lips as I began to gasp for air. "What now?" I asked in anticipation. "Follow me." He walked ahead. He took me down a dark alley to a hidden door behind a stairwell.
He opened it, looked at me and placed a finger on hs lips, "Shh..." He grinned a half-smile and turned back forward. I glanced past him and saw stairs leading down with a row of candles lighting the way.
He reached over his shoulder with his hand plam up, and I placed my hand in his. As we walked down, farther and farther, the air grew cold and there was a familiar stench around me. The smell of blood.
My heartbeat raced but it still kept a steady pace. I had the same uncontrolled feeling that had overcome my body when I first met my maker. Whispers, laughter, and the sound of my heart beating out of my chest filled my, now heightened, ears.
At the end of the stairs was an enormous room. A huge chandelier of candles hung from the ceiling. There were no windows, but many crimson vails and curtains, along with black ones, covered the walls.
"Everyone, I have summoned you all here on this, breath-taking night, to make an announcement. I have found the one to carry on our legacy. Dahlia will not fail us. Greet her with pride and honor." said my maker.
There were many 'people' all around the room. Some were sitting, others were standing. They eyed me, whispering and pointing. I could hear them, but I could not make out the words.
One-by-one, they all approached me, introducing themselves and welcoming me to their 'family'. This was the first time since my tranformation that I had felt fear. I didn't know if they loved me or if they wanted to split me in half and all have a drink right there.
"Do not be afraid my dear, these are the remnants of our kind. Now, it's up to me and you to replinish this earth and rebuild our kingdom we once had." My maker then kissed my hand and led me to a room.
There were no lights anywhere except for a single candle in the center of the room. It was in front of a huge black coffin. The coffin was intricately decorated. It had vines all around the sides carved into the wood. It was large enough to fit two bodies.
I turned over my shoulder and grinned at my maker. He smiled and eased me towards the coffin. I was hesitant at first, but I knew he would never lead me wrong. I cautiously took another step. It seemed that the closer I got to the candle, the darker the room became for some reason.
It was odd but I kept going. Finally, I was right beside the coffin. My maker walked around to my side and lifted the lid up and slid it back. He held his hand out for me and I placed mine in his. I stepped up and into the coffin. I layed down on my back and he followed me.
We shared another glance and smile before he moved the lid back over us and closed it. He moved closer to me and put his hand around my waist. He kissed my cheek and whispered, "Sleep well my dear."
I was still hungry, still wanting, still urging for blood. I set out for my next meal, but my maker held me back. "That's enough for tonight my darling." he whispered as he guided me down the road.
"But I need more...I shall die without it!" I screamed. He replied, "We do not want people to get suspicious, do we? If bodies just start to show up, drained of blood? Do not worry, the pain will fade and you will get use to the hunger." He brushed my face with the back of his hand.
We began to walk again. I got a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach. I dropped to my knees with pain. "That's it, hold on... this is your final step. When the pain is gone, you will no longer be mortal." he said as he slit his wrist again for me to drink.
I stood up, licking the blood from my lips as I began to gasp for air. "What now?" I asked in anticipation. "Follow me." He walked ahead. He took me down a dark alley to a hidden door behind a stairwell.
He opened it, looked at me and placed a finger on hs lips, "Shh..." He grinned a half-smile and turned back forward. I glanced past him and saw stairs leading down with a row of candles lighting the way.
He reached over his shoulder with his hand plam up, and I placed my hand in his. As we walked down, farther and farther, the air grew cold and there was a familiar stench around me. The smell of blood.
My heartbeat raced but it still kept a steady pace. I had the same uncontrolled feeling that had overcome my body when I first met my maker. Whispers, laughter, and the sound of my heart beating out of my chest filled my, now heightened, ears.
At the end of the stairs was an enormous room. A huge chandelier of candles hung from the ceiling. There were no windows, but many crimson vails and curtains, along with black ones, covered the walls.
"Everyone, I have summoned you all here on this, breath-taking night, to make an announcement. I have found the one to carry on our legacy. Dahlia will not fail us. Greet her with pride and honor." said my maker.
There were many 'people' all around the room. Some were sitting, others were standing. They eyed me, whispering and pointing. I could hear them, but I could not make out the words.
One-by-one, they all approached me, introducing themselves and welcoming me to their 'family'. This was the first time since my tranformation that I had felt fear. I didn't know if they loved me or if they wanted to split me in half and all have a drink right there.
"Do not be afraid my dear, these are the remnants of our kind. Now, it's up to me and you to replinish this earth and rebuild our kingdom we once had." My maker then kissed my hand and led me to a room.
There were no lights anywhere except for a single candle in the center of the room. It was in front of a huge black coffin. The coffin was intricately decorated. It had vines all around the sides carved into the wood. It was large enough to fit two bodies.
I turned over my shoulder and grinned at my maker. He smiled and eased me towards the coffin. I was hesitant at first, but I knew he would never lead me wrong. I cautiously took another step. It seemed that the closer I got to the candle, the darker the room became for some reason.
It was odd but I kept going. Finally, I was right beside the coffin. My maker walked around to my side and lifted the lid up and slid it back. He held his hand out for me and I placed mine in his. I stepped up and into the coffin. I layed down on my back and he followed me.
We shared another glance and smile before he moved the lid back over us and closed it. He moved closer to me and put his hand around my waist. He kissed my cheek and whispered, "Sleep well my dear."