Sierra
All the time I remember the people from my past and why most of them didn't make it into my future. My family, my closest friends, my ex-boyfriend/best friend. Only these people made it into some part of my future as a vampire. My family never got the chance to be fully horrified at what I had become. My dad was too distraught to drive carefully, so he crashed the car with everyone in it- Mom, Dad himself, Lilly-Belle, Colin, little Davy, my twin Evangeline Rose [Evan for short], and even our dog Sweet Caramel and our cat Chocolate Chip Cookie [yeah i know that the pets' names are weird, but imagine a dog the color of warm caramel and a cat that looks a like a chocolate chip cookie. yummy! roflmfao]. By the time I arrived at the hospital, it was too late. No vampire could bite and save a human when they're dead. I had bitterly wished that at least Evangeline or Lilly-Belle could have barely survived so I might have had a chance to keep one part of my family with me. Evangeline's body was missing; no one knew what happened to her, whether alive or dead. I was racked with grief for my dear twin. Being horrified at what happened because of a few simple words, I tried to find a way to kill myself. I couldn't, because vampires are too strong. I vowed to grieve for the rest of my existence.
But now and then when I think about my ex-boyfriend, I imagine what life would've been like if he hadn't forced himself in me instead of letting me have the choice. If I hadn't been changed. If my family hadn't been killed. By this time I would've been in my mid-30s. But no. Fate had decided this course for me, and my dad used to always say "Make the best of what you have, because people take most of the the things they have for granted. They don't realize it until it's too late and they don't have anything anymore." I'll live up to what my dad said. I won't waste all of my time brooding for a past mistake. That was in the past, so it didn't make it into my future. Hopefully.
My ex, Antonio Brandon, had made me feel special. He always brought a little something for me whenever we went out during high school. He told me that if I ever left him for something, voluntarily or involuntarily, he would cry for me until we both died. I used to feel so sad that his dad died when he started high school, so I was there to cheer him up. I used to tell him, "Listen, Tony, your dad is in heaven now. He's looked after by God and he's probably proud of you for moving on." Then Tony would smile, say thank you, and kiss me. For our first anniversary together I promised him we would have sex in a little cabin my dad had for our family vacations. He agreed and told me that he wouldn't push me to do it; it was my choice. He loved me, and I him, so I naturally thought he wouldn't hurt me. The weekend came and we went to the little cabin. However, I didn't know he had drunk with his friends, so he was acting a little strange in my opinion. I still remember and shudder at what happened that day.
"Tony, are you all right? Tony?"
"I'm all right, baby, let's just get inside and get started."
He never called me 'baby' before, so I knew something was wrong. He pushed me inside the cabin, and that's when I noticed his eyes were red and his voice a little slurred.
"Tony, what's wrong? Why your eyes a little red?" He sneered, "Because I was drinking with my friends, all right? Are you happy? Can we get started now?" That shocked me. He never went drinking, and he never sneered to me or anyone else. "Tony, why-" I didn't get a chance to ask. He pushed me against the wall and gripped my hips. "Look, we can do this another time, when you're better," I tried. "No! I want to do it now!" he growled and pressed his lips hard against mine. Now he was scaring me. I was scared of what he might do next if I said anything else, so I just kept quiet. He groaned when he ran his hand, under my shirt, up and down my back, chest, and sides. I just squeezed my eyes tight but then I felt the sting of a slap on my side. "Open your eyes! Look at me!" he hissed. I opened my eyes and looked at him. His eyes were red now. Red as in dark red. [NOT vampire red, just the whites of his eyes, kk? he was drinking, not turned into a vampire] He started to remove my shirt and bra, then ran his lips from my lips, to my jaw, to my throat, to the top of my chest, to my breasts. I gasped when he bit my nipples, his hand rapidly undoing the button and zipper of my jeans. He removed his own jeans, then my panties, then his boxers. He forced my legs open and felt around in me, forcing in two fingers and pumping his fingers in me, groaning his pleasure. I cried out when he started to pump, fervently hoping he would realize what he was doing. He groaned as he pumped in and out, the started to kiss my breasts while his other hand stayed on my hip. Done with his fingers, he wiped them on my breasts and licked them off. I gasped and cried out in pain when he thrust himself in me, and started to thrust in and out. "You like that, don't you, baby, huh?" he sneered as he continued to thrust in me and squeezed my breasts. I squeezed my eyes shut and hoped this would end soon. My Tony, doing this to me. All my trust and faith in him rand own the drain when all he wanted from me, while dating, was sex. Satisfied, he pushed himself off me and slapped my face. He pulled out a gun, and spitting in my face, "Happy anniversary, sweetheart." With that he shot me in my stomach. I gasped, clutching my stomach, and sank to the floor sobbing.
"I thought you loved me!" I cried. He shook his head, and replied,"I only loved and wanted your body to take for granted, which is why I touched your body often when we were alone." I was utterly shocked and disappointed. That was why he dated me for a year. Only to get himself in me. Then he would leave me and go after another girl, promising love and happiness for her. "Huh, it figures. That's why you pretended to love and care for me. You just wanted my body!" I managed to choke out. Blood was coming out in small, sluggish streams. I estimated that unless someone found me, I would die in an hour. He grinned and held my chin up. "I'll still care for you, though not as much as I used to," he said softly, then pressed his lips to mine in one last, urgent, kiss. Then he left me bleeding and dying on my dad's cabin's floor.
I swore to get revenge if someone came and found me. But no. A vegetarian vampire had smelled the blood [although I didn't know there were vampires in this world], then came whooshing by. I had heard her gasp in shock at my wound, then knelt down. She stroked my hair and sadly said, "Poor thing, deceived by someone she trusted." I was surprised; how did she know about what Tony did to me? I didn't care, as long as she was here to take me to a hospital or killed me. "I know it'll be painful for a few days, but this will let you be strong enough to get your revenge, I promise," she whispered. Wait, what? She wasn't here to take me to a hospital? Then I felt a searing, biting, razor sharp pain in my chest, right in my heart. I started screaming, then realized she was killing me. Even better. But why didn't I die yet? I resumed screaming, but she calmly told me to stop screaming, because it wouldn't help and it'll wear out my voice, and that she'll stay with me until I got better at taking care of myself once I was "one of us". What did that mean? Was I going to become some part of cult or secret society that required being bitten? "It'll take away all of your physical hurts and afflictions, but it can't to anything about emotional feelings, vampire venom," I managed to hear the 'vampire' say. I blacked out and didn't open my eyes until 3 days later.
The motherly vampire who stayed with me looked after me for the first year of my new life. She fed me some panther blood as soon as I woke up, and she explained to me that that would help me become like her, an animal-blood-drinking vampire. I still remember her name, Carmen, and that she lived in Alaska, in the Denali coven. I liked being vegetarian, because that could allow me to be near humans without feeling uncomfortable. As for my powers, I had always wanted to be an astronaut or an aerospace engineer, I was really good at predicting what will happen, and I liked to play with fire sometimes, in which after my parents would yell at me and ground me for a month. I secretly hid a matchbook in the bathroom, so whenever I went, I lit up a match or two, watched the flames leaping and swirling about, then dunked the matches into the sink full of water. I remember getting burned a little on the back of my hand, running cold water over it, then rubbing some Vaseline on it and wrapping some bandages around my hand.
Those days when my family was still alive and I was a human, I thought ruefully as I ran towards my house to get ready for the party. I stopped when, in the shadows, I saw a lithe figure flitting around my house. Annoyed and mad that someone would think to intrude on my property when I was gone, although sure it was a vampire, I raced forward and stopped a few yards away, dark energy and fire crackling in my palms.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, sneaking around my property?" I hissed. The other vampire froze. "I'm sorry, Your Highness, but I was just looking around! The scent all around here- your scent I assume- smells familiar, ok?" she spat. I froze. That voice sounded familiar, the sound and how she talked. Evan talked like that when she used to get annoyed with me or our other siblings. "Still, you have no right to go snooping around other vampires' houses!" I yelled, and shot some fire at her. The split second I whipped forward my hand, she drew up some water from the ground and flung it at me, then ran into the dim sunlight. That was weird; Evan liked playing with water, which got her sick with the cold sometimes. And she wanted to become a geologist, which explained why the vampire drew it up from the ground. I dodged and chased after her. I then saw her face, she mine, then we gasped simultaneously. She looked exactly like Evan, except more beautiful. She was also wearing the half-heart made of amethyst on a black velvet necklace I gave to Evan; the pretty purple stone being her favorite. I saw her eyes flit to my face and to my half-heart necklace of ruby, my favorite stone, on my black velvet necklace. The other vampire was wearing what Evan would be wearing herself; Aeropostale, and Abercrombie and Fitch, her favorite brands of clothing.
"Who are you?" we both whispered, our hands instinctively going up to cover our pendants. Her hand went up the same second mine did.
"My name is Evangeline Rose Hyntall," she breathed. I covered my mouth in shock with my other hand; now I know what happened to my sister's body. No wonder they didn't find her in the car after my dad crashed the car into a bunch of trucks. "My name is Sierraline Rose Hyntall," I whispered.
"Sierra?" "Evan?" My eyes filled with tears; my sister's too.
We both flew into each other's arms and sank to the ground sobbing.
CHAPTER 3 PEOPLE! YEAH! REVIEW FOR ANYTHING, EVEN IF IT'S FOR RANDOM! IN ONE DAY [actually 4 hours]! YEAH! yeah, i know, I'M AWESOME. so please review.