AN: I haven't written a Winx Club story since I was about 12. So cut me some slack ok? It's been 2 years so I'm very sorry if some of the facts are wrong. The Vampire facts are from the TWILIGHT vampires from Stephanie Meyer's Twilight Series.
I don't own Winx Club or the Vampire facts.
My Immortal Self
I never did know when I would die or how for that matter. But I always thought I'd be older than 17. But I guess I was wrong. And I blame myself for what I was now feeling; the never-ending burning sensation that burned my veins. I was trying to hold my cries and screams in. but that didn't go so well. I let out a high pitched scream. But I knew damn well no one would hear me, I know one person would, but he did a quick job and went on his merry way-and he left me here to die. I knew I should've stayed with everyone, but with me being my stupid independent self, I left the group to search on my own; a stupid task for anyone to do. But I guess this was how I was finally going to die, alone in some caves in some planet that I had forgotten its name-again-my friends had no idea where I was probably. And my love is probably freaking out now-hopefully not doing the same idiotic thing I had done. I didn't want him to be in this much pain-as much pain as I was in I didn't want him nor my friends to feel this.
I don't know exactly how long I've been here-waiting, no praying for death to come. It seems like eternity. But soon the burning begins to extinguish and my heart stops racing. This is it, I thought, I'm going to finally die. But When I thought it was my time, I didn't die. My heart stop beating entirely and the burning ended. But I wasn't dead. To my surprise I was still alive. I sat up and looked around the dark, damp cave, I could see things I never saw before; the small gravel in the walls, the small insects that roamed in the dirt floor of the cave. As I took a deep breath, I could smell the air, the cave, everything. I looked down at my hands; they were whiter than before-I had near ghost like skin- but now I was whiter than a ghost. "Wh-what happened to me?" I said to myself, but instead of my own voice I heard another voice that sounded like a high-chimed voice. "Mirrus apperus" I said, trying to conjure up a mirror, to my shock it didn't work. I tried again and again. And nothing happened. I started to cry, but nothing came from my eyes, only dry less sobs shook my body. I didn't care anymore; I was confused and flustered as hell to care about why no tears fell from my eyes.
I looked up as I heard footsteps coming from in front of me. I jumped up and was in my usual fighting pose, but when the person came fourth I recognized him; the bastard that tried to kill me. "Ah, I see you're awake," he said in a musical soprano voice. "What the hell did you do to me?!" I exclaimed. He chuckled, "Well, if you must know, I changed you."
"Changed me into what exactly?! And why can't I use my powers?" He chuckled again. "I changed you into a vampire my dear."
"What!? Vampires don't exist!" I yelled at him. "Yes they do dear, and now you are one." He looked at me with his fearsome red eyes, red as blood I thought. I backed away from him-I was scared as hell of course. Finally I gave into what he was saying. "Fine, I'm a vampire. Now will you please tell me why you, you changed me as you say?" He nodded, certainly my dear. "But first, tell me you're name, dear."
"Musa, Musa Armada Soho."