Nobody said it was easy
Oh its such a shame for us to part
Nobody said it was easy
No one ever said that it would be this hard
Oh take me back to the start
Chapter 3: Foggy (November)
It had been two and 3\4 of a month. In one week, it will be the end of the third month, signifying the end of my normal human life. Well, as normal as it could be.I had already packed all of my stuff; I only had seven more days of clothes left. And after those clothes were done being worn I would stuff them in a bag, set, and ready to go.
I still went to school. Everyone could see who had gotten a letter due to their facial expressions the day after the letters arrived. Nineteen children other than me in some of my classes had gotten letters. That makes 20 young teenagers either going to die or get changed. I bet most of them got black ribbons.
On last day of my being human, it was raining. I got dressed in blue jeans and a black half-sleeved silk blouse with a white half trench coat. I made myself some cereal and ate quietly.
"I'm going to miss you." Mother lamented, quietly. Liar.
"You'll get used to it." I said, unamused.
"I know."
I didn't turn around. Mother sat down gracefully in a chair. I sighed. She looked at me coolly. I finished my Lucky Charms.
"If you get killed on the way there or something, I just want you to know that I loved you."
"Sure."
I picked up the dish and washed it out, then dried and put it in its place. Mother left the room and I walked up the stairs planning to read a book. I toppled on my mattress and picked up De Profundis by Oscar Wilde. I read a one paragraph and thought it was perfect for my drowning mood,
"For us there is only one season, the season of sorrow. The very sun and moon seem taken from us. Outside, the day may be blue and gold, but the light that creeps down through the thickly muffled glass of the small iron-barred window beneath which one sits is gray and niggard. It is always twilight in one's cell, as it is always twilight in one's heart. And in the sphere of thought, no less than in the sphere of time, motion is no more."
(A\N: Niggard means excessively parsimonious miserly; stingy.)
After about five minutes of reading, I fell asleep. My dreams were vivid, spiraling images floating about my head. My family was in most of the scenes, smiling and perfectly at ease. I then fell out of my REM and darkness was only in my sleep.
Morgan…
Morgan…
Morgan…
There were red eyes apparent in my dream now.
Morgan…
"Morgan! Wake up!" Mother was shaking me. I bolted up, smacking Mother's hand against my forehead.
"What?"
"Their here." I didn't need to ask her whom she was talking about. My head lowered and my breathing became labored. My mother patted my head and threw the covers off of me.
"Come now, can't keep them waiting."
I picked up my bags and made my way out the door. I looked at the huge limo-van. I hugged Mother and kissed her on the cheek.
"You'll do fine. You're strong." She breathed in my ear. I nodded mutely.
"Bye, Mother."
They took my bags and stashed them in the trailer following behind the van. I climbed into the van and saw five other people. Two of them looked terrified (they only looked about thirteen. How sad.) one looked bored, and the other two were adults who looked dead, like their souls were already taken away from them. I figured it was better not to talk. I sat next to the bored looking teenager; I had a better chance of him not peeing on the bench if he got scared.
We stopped at twenty-four other people's house. The van was completely full.
We stopped at a local airport and they loaded off our entire luggage. The vampires ordered us to grab our own bags and not to touch anyone else's, or else. So cliché.
So I grabbed what was mine and waited were they told us to.
One cocky guy must have grabbed another person's luggage because the vampire with dull maroon eye's punched him in the head. The human was unconscious. I blanched and made note to follow the rules. One of the vampires carried the knocked-out guy, like a potato bag I might add, and his real luggage.
We got onto the plane without many vampires looking at us. At least they were polite enough to not stare at us ugly humans, all the while they danced around looking like angels acting as if they owned the place.
The plane ride was short, but long enough to think over what I was about to become. I would be different, paler, and more bloodthirsty. I wouldn't be me anymore. I would be a soulless abomination only thirsty for life. I got sick at these thoughts and pushed them skillfully out of my head.
The plane landed. We were in Volterra, Italy. It was an hour drive from the airport to wherever the heck the vampires were taking us. I looked out the window the entire time, memorizing the feeling of peace, trying to store the feeling inside of me so I could use it later, of just watching the scenery slip away for the last time as a human. I felt kind of numb, kind of like just before you go to sleep, everything was already dormant and your mind was in numb peace.
After fifty-nine minutes of utter restfulness, on my side at least, we drove to a big white building. I knew this wasn't VVA, but sat back and watched calmly.
The vampires explained that these were the buildings everyone got turned in. They said not to bring anything; they would all be shipped to our dorm rooms in our dorms.
In a single file line, we walked into the building. I was starting to get frightened. The peace filled drive was wearing off and the terror of a new begging was advancing on me fast.
Then, everything was calm. I had heard about vampire's powers; they were not new to me. I searched the room for said vampire with powers. In the corner of the room was a beautiful vampire who looked about twenty. He had golden blond hair and a muscular but lean build. Next to him was a vampire girl who was short and thin to the extreme, with- how to you describe this? - Almost spiky midnight black hair.
"Hello, and welcome to your new life," I took my eyes of the vampires in the back and directed my gaze to the Italian- accented speaker, "we here at Volturi's Vampire Academy hope you have a good and peaceful existence. We are going to escort you to your own hospital room where you will be transforming in just a few moments."
I heard some people hyperventilating. I think I was one of those people. I was too foggy to notice.
"We have only picked thirty people out of each city in the past five years. Don't worry about your families becoming one of us. We usually only pick one or two people out of each family to be a vampire, picking more would lead to more vampire population. You all know we need more of that. Even if your family was gifted enough to be vampires, we can't have too many. Yes, I do know that most of the Earth's population is vampires, but one out of three people that we choose have ability. We choose you because of that possibility."
So they were choosing us because they thought we were special. How quaint.
"So now, we are going to escort you into the rooms. Please stand in a single file line, your doctor will escort you into your room."
This was really happening. I began hyperventilating again. There was that calm again, it was beginning to get on my nerves. I shot a glare at the vampire couple in the back. They stared back at me innocently with their golden eyes.
When I was at the front of the line, a vampire with golden hair who looked to be about twenty-three, twenty-four walked me down to my room. He had golden eyes just as the vampires in the lobby. There was a hospital bed, an IV, and a bunch of tubes and needles. I thought he was just changing me?
When we were there he instructed me to sit down on the hospital bed. Oh my.
"Any health problems in your family?" He asked.
"No."
"Are you allergic to any medicines?"
"No."
"Okay we can begin." He smiled at me. I felt like flinching, it was like looking at a movie star who was just about to murder you. He held out his hand.
"I'm Dr. Carlisle Cullen. Pleased to meet you Miss Price." I nodded at him but refused his hand.
"Alright if you lay down and we can begin, again." He asked. I mumbled a, "It's going to happen anyway."
"Yes, it is going to happen anyway. I truly am sorry." He grimly stated. I sighed.
WEAK STOMACHS GROSS PART STARTS HERE
He pulled out a syringe and a bag that was attached to a pole. I threw him a "what the heck look?" He sighed. He stuck the needle in my arm and began drawing out blood. It stung a little but I got over it.
"It helps the transformation go quicker if there is less blood than usual in your veins. I'm only taking a few gallons so it won't be life threatening. It wouldn't matter anyway."
I was glad I slept through lunch because my stomach wouldn't have taken that. The bag was starting to get fuller and I was starting to get drowsy from the loss of blood.
"Hmm. Seems like your blood type is AB-. That is rare indeed. We could use this for a sick human in need."
Was he talking to himself? Maybe vampires are crazy as bats. Rare blood type, huh? I guess I am special.
My thoughts were getting blurred; it was getting harder to think. The room was getting darker like someone was blowing out a candle. I heard Dr. Cullen put the heart monitor on me. The slowing beeps told me I was dieing. Then he pulled out other needles sticking them in my wrists, ankles, neck, and lastly, my heart.
End With Gross Part
The darkness was first warm. Then it got warmer. Warmer. Hotter. Then really, really hot, flames were licking me, teasing me in an evil, cruel way. Too hot, too hot! It was like burning your tongue with the hottest hot chocolate. Like grabbing the wrong end of a curling iron or a hair straighter with the heat full blast.
I screamed a lot in the next two days. The entire building was filled with blood- curtailing screams. It seemed like the fire inside me was never going to end. The pain was never going to stop. I was delirious with pain, hopeless to think I was ever going to live again. I wanted them kill me. I really wished they would. It was never like any pain. It was imaginable. The word seemed too used to really fit the term of changing.
And on the third day, my heart was wild with pain. My ears, I think, started to hear stronger than in the last two days. The pain was almost completely gone in my fingertips. The heart monitor was going crazy. Maybe doctors should be afraid my heart would break the thing.
Then, the pain got worse, really worse. I screamed for a full minute when I heard light, rain- drippy footsteps.
"Almost done." I heard Dr. Cullen murmur.
He was watching me now. Waiting for me to wake up from this torture.
Then, at the most heat-filled pinprick of my whole entire freaking life, the heat faded. My heart stopped beating.
I was now a vampire.
Chapter 3: Foggy (November)