Rebirth
Slowly my mind and body came back into the world of the living and my eyes opened revealing a quite peculiar site. I was no longer lying across the cool grass beneath a sacred tree, my body now lay upon fine linen. My head, resting upon a silky white pillow, a red wine blanket draped over my body. Had I died and been transported into heaven? Or hell? Or was this an awkward hospital in which someone had brought me? I remembered very vividly what had happened to me, and would at the drop of a hat recall that memory giving police exact detailing on the men who not only invaded Shistoba but also placed their devilish teeth into my flesh. As I sat up, my eyes darting the empty room it seemed much too elegant to be any sort of Hospital. A noise outside a dark wooden door caused me to jump a little. I yawned greatly, feeling as though I had just had the best sleep ever; it seemed strange though that I'd not remembered being brought to this location. The noise behind the door came again however, this time the door opened. Like a flash of light, my body was off the bed and vanishing under it into the darkness.
The sound of footsteps echoed throughout the room and a voice rang out. "I know you are in here." My hands gripped the floor as my eyes darted across the room, however oddly I could not see feet, nor legs, nor body. It was as if whatever had entered the room had floated in. My heart skipped a beat as I continued to search. Someone was here, someone was speaking to me. Again, he called out this time the voice seemed too much closer. This voice, very familiar, came closer and closer to my hiding spot. A deep laugh directly in my face caused me to jump, my head hitting against the hard wooden bed frame. Instantly I recognized the green eyes that appeared before me.
"You…" I screeched out sliding out from under the bed. This man tried to kill me, yet he brought me here for what purpose? Indeed I was enraged, more than the thought that I was actually alive it overwhelmed me. The man moved away from the bed and watched me as I stood from the floor, brushed off my clothing and glared back at him. "I want answers…"
The green eyed pale man pointed at a small tray sitting atop the edge of the bed. "You should get something in you; you have been sleeping for days now." His voice was deep and assertive as he spoke.
Turning my glance towards the tray in which the man had obviously brought in for me, I shook my head. There was no way I'd sit down and partake in anything more than his answers. Things were not right, I had too many question. Seeing that I was not about the rest the man nodded and slowly shut the door to the room, his back resting against it.
"My name is Raziel. I am a vampire…" He began and I sat down on the edge of the bed listening to the story he'd began to tell me. I was shocked and upset at the words he spoke. His tale of how along with his friends wiped out my entire town. The place where I was born, the place in which I grew up and called home, gone. My friends, my family, my future husband; all wiped from this planet by the man who stood in front of me. My eyes welling with tears and my mind filled with the anger I stood before him screaming obscenities into his face. His strong hands grasping my frail shoulders, and pushing me away from him; my body quickly tumbling back across the bed. As I lay there looking upon the man who had taken from me everything I had ever known, I wept.
His voice was sharp as he quickly advised me that the life of a vampire entailed that he feed when necessary, I'd never really been too keen on such subjects. He continued explaining every detail of the life he'd been living for a millennium and how his leader, a man named Kain had advised the attack upon Shistoba. It seemed that the leader of such a city, a sinister male whom many called Darius Blackwell, was indeed much darker than he had appeared. His family drew from a long line of vampire hunters, a family Kain had a longing to destroy. So there, before me it had been laid out. Everything, every dream, every memory destroyed because of hatred for another species? I shook my head at the vampire Raziel. This was impossible.
"And why have you spared my life?" I questioned the man who had so violently destroyed my life. His answer was simple, yet shocking to my ears. "Because…Even though the fires in which destroyed your home would not eliminate me, you saved me."
The words flew through my mind; of course…I had done just that. I did save his life, without even knowing who or what he was. Had I known he was immortal would I still have pulled the beams from his body? Raziel drew nearer to me his eyes focusing upon mine. It was apparent he was questioning why, a human like me, would step forward and try to save someone who wanted to kill them. I had no real answer for that, other than I knew that my conciseness would not allow me to leave him there to die. The vampire seemed content with my answer, yet a darkened expression grew upon his face. It was then, that he explained how he atoned for my gracious acts.
My hand moved quickly to my neck, feeling the small bumps of a scar forming. No, this could not be true…yet I remembered so vividly his teeth biting into my skin. My tongue moving quickly in my mouth locating two extremely sharp edges of tooth which jutted out. My eyes glaring at the man who made me like him. "How could you?" I spoke quickly, unsure of his intentions. His explanation was quick and familiar; he couldn't walk away and leave me there to die.