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A Future Riddle
Time in Blood
Jessie's first night on her own as a vampire was an exciting prospect, to say the least. Once she had realized what cemetery she had been taken to by Drake, it was easy for her to run, and yes she ran, rather fast to her home. Once there, she slipped in the back door, and went to her room.
The sight of her beloved room almost brought tears to her eyes, but she held them back and quickly found a spare piece of paper and a pen. She wrote a letter and left it taped to her door. Next, she went to her little brother's room and stood by his bed.
Waylyn looked the same as he always did, annoying. Jessie shook her head at her pesky little brother, who she knew would miss her very much, and she in return. The love between siblings is a very strange and special thing. Something that can never be broken-no matter how much the other might irk you.
Jessie bent down and gave her little brother a kiss on the forehead and said, "I'll miss you, Mr. Know it All." With that, she silently exited the room, shutting the door softly behind her and made her way to her parent's bedroom.
She found them in awkward positions. Clearly, they had been having trouble getting to sleep that night.
Even though she knew vampires weren't supposed to feel love or remorse, Jessie couldn't help but weep at the grief she had caused, and undoubtedly would cause for her loving parents. She gave both of them a kiss on the cheek and quickly turned and
left before she did something stupid-like waking them.
Her last good-bye of the household was the worst, because this goodbye-ee, decided to wake up as they were being kissed on the forehead.
Jessie's cream-colored cat, Trixz, did not like the fact that Jessie had been absent for the past two days. When Jessie had awoken her, Trixz immediately hopped up into her surprised master's arms, where she began to purr profusely and lick Jessie's pale face.
At the thought of not only leaving her family, friends, and home, but also her sweet, wonderful cat, Jessie lost it. She began to bawl.
Not wanting to awaken her family, she ran out the back door and continued running when she hit the street. She didn't know where she was headed, but she knew she had to get out of there.
It wasn't until much later that night that Jessie realized Trixz was still snuggled in her arms.
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Now, being a fugitive vampire running down the road on an empty stomach might be a slightly suspicious occurrence, but being a fugitive vampire running down the road in a blood stained white prom dress with a cat in your arms is sure to attract attention.
And sure enough, a truck pulled up beside her and a middle aged man leaned out and asked, "Need a ride there girlie? I'll take a guess and say you's runnin away from somethin."
Figuring that it couldn't hurt to hit some town fast because day break was soon approaching she said, "Thanks," and hopped in the dirty old Ford pick up.
The man didn't say anything for a while, but out of the corner of his eye glanced over at her enough times to make her uneasy. Finally, after going down some country road for what seemed to Jessie like an hour, the greasy haired middle aged man stopped the truck and turned off the engine.
Jessie, knowing that this would in no way end well, asked, "Is there a reason we stopped?"
The man reached over toward her and said in a sickening husky voice, "I just wanted to pet your kitty."
Before his hand had a chance to go anywhere near Trixz, or herself for that matter, Jessie grabbed him by the throat and snapped his neck.
She waited a minute for the life to leave his dull brown eyes before she pulled the corpse over to her and changing into 'game' face, bit into his neck.
At first, the blood felt sweet and refreshing, but by the time she had drained him off she felt only a deep sense of repulsion. Trixz looked at her in a curious way and meowed.
"I know girl, I shoulda waited for someone younger to come along. This guy tasted like meatloaf." Trixz jumped into Jessie's arms and began purring. "Yea, I'll find something for you to eat, but it'll have to be tomorrow night baby. Sun's rising."
And sure enough, the sun was just starting to peak over the horizon as Jessie and Trixz curled up under the dash board of the beat up Ford.
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At about the same time that Jessie and her cat were falling asleep, Jessie's parents were waking up. As Jim Pandora went to Waylyn's room to wake up his son, a note taped to the door of his lost daughter's room caught his eye. He quickly snatched the note and read:
Good bye Mom, Dad, and Waylyn. I'm so, so sorry to say this, but due to extenuating circumstances, and for your own safety, I must leave you all. Know that I will always love each
of you eternally and that I would not be doing this unless it were absolutely necessary. Rest assured that this is no fault
of yours. I will try to instigate the principles you have instilled in me and intend on making the most of the path I have been given.
Your loving daughter for all of time,
Jessie Pandora
p.s. Tell Terry's family that it was a deer in the road.
The Pandora family kept the letter and continued searching for there daughter. They never found her, but every holiday season they received an unmarked Christmas card that always read in the same hand writing, "All of my love is with you." And every year, there was a hand drawn galloping horse on the back of the card.
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After that first kill, Jessie developed a pattern. She would never hunt the innocent, she would never kill someone who helped her, and when she did kill, unless the person had just really ticked her off, she would kill them quickly.
For about five years, things stayed pretty much the same. Jessie and Trixz would travel from town to town, (sometimes catching rides, sometimes walking, and if the sun was approaching, running) and they would be accosted by some jerk, who, strangely enough was not missed the next day when he or she went missing.
Jessie was curious about the world of magic Drake had said was as real as her need for blood, but she was also leery of it. If she entered it blindly, she'd have no way of determining how Vampires were treated. For all she knew, she could waltz up to Hogwarts and be pelted with garlic before some Aurour was called in to steak her.
Not liking the way that scenario played out in her mind, Jessie continued living the traveling life. By this time however, her only concern was Trixz.
Her beautiful cream colored cat was in no way a kitten anymore, and Jessie feared that if she lost Trixz, she would lose her one connection to her old life.
Jessie didn't want to forget a thing, and she certainly didn't want to lose another one of her best friends, so she took a chance and tried something stupid for once.
She had never before heard of an animal being made vampiric, but she figured it took the same basic actions. After making sure Trixz had a good meal of canned catfood, (she had gotten the money to buy it off of her last victim who had probably stolen that money himself) Jessie called her cat to her. She took Trixz in her arms and holding her securely, she carefully bit into Trixz's neck. She quickly spit out all the white fur and started drinking her cat's blood. It tasted far more bitter than that of a human, but Jessie now knew for sure that it was possible for her to live off the blood of other animals, if needs be.
Strangely enough, Trixz made no effort to escape. The cat seemed to understand that this was not an act of aggression, as she had seen her master do countless times, but rather, an act of love.
Thoroughly loathing herself for what she was doing to her innocent cat, but unable to stop herself from doing it, Jessie drank until she could almost feel Trixz's heart stop beating. She then gently laid her cat down and using her fangs, made a small slit in her wrist. She had no idea if this would work or not, but Jessie put her new cut over Trixz's mouth, and holding it open with her other hand, forced the blood dripping from her wrist into her cat's open mouth.
She gave enough blood to make sure that there could be no way some of it had not found it's way deep inside her cat, and then she held her wrist and waited a few seconds for it to heal. She had found on her numerous adventures that vampire healing was a highly useful and amazing thing.
When Jessie saw and felt that Trixz had stopped breathing and her heart had finally stopped beating, Jessie took her cat in her arms and made her way to the hotel room she had been renting for the last two days.
That day had been a hard one for Jessie. She had spent most of her time checking on the dead Trixz and then falling discouraged onto the bed.
It wasn't until three hours after sunset that Jessie finally saw movement from her cat. Trixz was stirring.
As Trixz slowly awoken, Jessie got the strangest feeling. She felt as if she could feel Trixz waking up and feel the confusion going on in her mind.
When Trixz finally hopped up and came over to Jessie, Jessie could sense Trixz's thirst. When Trixz meowed, Jessie knew what her cat was trying to tell her, instead of just guessing.
"Wow Trixzzy!" Jessie exclaimed as she picked up her cat. She noticed as she did so that, just as she had undergone transformations when changed, Trixz had too.
Her old cat was now as youthful as a kitten and her coat positively gleamed with the false health that came from being undead.
Jessie laughed when she felt Trixz's resentment at being called Trixzzy. "I guess I can't call you that anymore girl!" Trixz nodded and began purring in her master's arms.
"We should probably get out of here. Let's go find someone to eat," Jessie said as she gathered her small pack consisting of the few meager belonging she had obtained and headed out the door. The nights were bound to be more interesting -now that she had an accomplice.