When I say everything changed, I meant that literally. Saying that felt like an understatement, because I felt different before I even had a chance to open my eyes. I could still taste Dwayne's blood in my mouth, but the pain I had last night from the shell, and from Laddie's teeth were gone, like it wasn't even there. I couldn't feel the sticky sensation of blood on my stomach, or the feel of torn tissue and muscle. What I did feel, was every single nerve and sense factor on a live wire.
I could feel the air particles around me, the dust beneath me, the thread and every single stitch of the blanket that covered me - and the radiating warmth of the skin that touched mine. I could hear the sound of the waves outside, the birds and their wings flapping - and the slow, steady breathing next to me. I could smell the pumping blood of someone nearby, and the thought that I actually liked it made my stomach churn - I could smell the thick layer of someone's scent that wafted over me, like a blanket of lavender, exhaust, and green apple.
And when I opened my eyes, my association with all those senses came to a screeching halt. It took me a minute to focus my vision, because everything was so clear it was hard to zero in on one thing. But eventually, I focused on one thing in particular; Dwayne's face about five inches max from my own, and his brown eyes looking down on me in relief. "You're awake, thank God!" He chorused.
And then I screamed. My fist collided with his jaw, and I pushed him away from me as I rolled off what soon came to my knowledge as a bed. My bed. I was in my room - he was in my room wHY IN THE HELL IS DWAYNE HERE IN MY ROOM WITH ME?! I pointed a finger at him to stop him in his tracks as he got up from my bed, holding his jaw. "Soph, please, I can explain-" I shook my head, backing away and trying not to trip over fallen things. "No, no you don't get to call me that! Explain to me what? What- how you tricked me? How you and Laddie and David and Marko, Paul, Star; that 'I can't find my brother' was just a crock of shit to lure me in!" I shouted.
"Sophie, please-" I cut him off, "why did you feed me your blood? What the hell did you do to me, I should be dead by now! I almost was before you shoved your toxin down my throat." I didn't know what had gotten into me, I hated screaming and I hated being screamed at. I was just so angry I was just vibrating with rage.
A hand curled around my upper arm and I turned around quickly, seeing it was Marko and Paul. GREAT THE GANG'S ALL HERE, WHAT IS DAVID GONNA DO, POP OUT AND CUT MY THROAT? "Get off me, don't touch me - let me go!" I cried, struggling against their hold. Laddie soon appeared from the window, pulling himself up and through. "The boys, they're on their way home." He told Dwayne who sighed, "I gotta make this quick." He muttered to himself and I continued to pull at the two boys behind me.
Laddie took a few steps towards me before I registered it, and I pushed back against Paul and Marko. "No, no, no, no - you stay away from me." I was nearly in tears from fear. This little boy literally tried to eat me. I wasn't exactly gonna take that lightly. Laddie looked at me with remorse, but I couldn't believe it. I wouldn't. I refused.
"But S-" I shook my head, "you wont take another step towards me until you tell me what the hell is going on." I told him, and the boys' holds slipped from my upper arms to my wrists, and they softened as they soon realized all I wanted was answers. That was it. Laddie sighed, "Sophie, it's hard to explain." I scoffed, "I don't give a shit if it's harder than that shell that was jabbed into my stomach, I want answers." My voice was cold, jagged as I spat the words at Dwayne.
He almost visibly winced. "You're different. I know you can see that." He said slowly. "See it? I feel like my fingertips are dancing on electricity!" I snapped. He sighed, "it's because you're transitioning." He told me. "You're transforming into a vampire." That didn't really surprise me, given Laddie's sadistic feeding on me not too long ago. And within a millisecond, he stood less than a foot in front of me. But there was something about just looking at him so closely that washed all my anger away. Now it was just replaced with a warm feeling of content. Soon that was making me upset, because all of this was bringing me on a emotional roller-coaster heading straight to hell.
"Why?" I whispered, my eyes filling with tears, "why me?" I whimpered, putting my head in my hands. I was a sniveling, sobbing mess. "Why? What does any of this have to do with me?" I nearly screamed. I felt an arm swivel around my waist, and another hand tilt up my chin. "Stop, Sophie, I hate to see you cry." Dwayne said soothingly, wiping my falling tears. I suddenly felt more attratcted to Dwayne than I ever had before, and I just wanted him to pull me closer and closer until there was no space left between u-heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeey no. No no. No. That's bad. This is the guy that turned you into a freaking vampire! Move awaaaaay from the dead guy.
I pushed myself away from him the speed not registering in my head quite yet, my back hitting the door and I felt it crack behind me. I felt caged, Marko and Paul at my sides, ready to grab me when needed, Dwayne a few feet away from me. "You're telling me something that I already know. How about telling me why I feel so attracted to you?" I said, feeling rouge color my cheeks. Dwayne's tanned cheeks pinked only a little. "Do you know what a sire is?" He asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest. I shook my head, rubbing my hands over my freezing arms.
Dwayne only glanced at Marko and Paul, before I was pushed away from the door and they left. I shied away from Laddie as he exited as well, leaving just me and Dwayne in my room by myself. "A sire is a type of bond between two vampires. It's a sense of... loyalty, you could say. Except there's a stronger attraction between both vampires. It's a rare occaision, only if the person is turned not by their own free will - if they're on the verge of death. You haven't fully turned, you're only a half-vampire. But it will grow stronger as you age, and once you transition." I couldn't believe what he was saying. I felt like it hit me in the gut. "So what you're telling me, is that because you turned me while I was dying, and the reason I feel this way,"
"Is because I'm falling in love with you?"
