Well, this chapter was definatly easier to write, but very long(sorry). I'll try to keep it a bit shorter in future, but this bit was essential to the story.
If you've any ideas please mention them!
I'm also planning to include a character from Breaking Dawn in a while but I wont tell you who or when until I figure it out

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The darkness started to fade. I could feel immense pain, as if I was burning like a witch on a stake.
I screamed at the realisation of this new agony, so different to the hunger.

The hunger was nothing to this. I just wanted to claw my skin off, anything to relieve this pain.
Pain wasn't the word for it, it seemed too gentle. I opened my eyes to find myself in a dark place, although it didn't register much in my mind while it was so preoccupied.

I dont know how long I lay there, writhing in pure agony.

I just wanted it to end. Why wasn't it ending? Was I in Hell? What did i do to deserve this?

After it seemed like an endless moment of torture, my mind then became a little clearer, though not by much.
I was able to concentrate on my surroundings.

I was lying on a filthy mattress in a dark room, probably an abandoned shed, judging by the bitter cold. I noticed that I wasn't alone.
The angel was there!
He looked at me, noticing the change of movement and the volume of screaming. He smiled and moved closer.

I tried to shuffle away whilst advoiding any movement that might cause me anymore pain, which I didn't think was possible moments before.
"It's alright" he laughed softly, "you're not dying. I saved you".

I was in shock. I knew that it was him that was the cause of my suffering, but did not think that angels could inflict this feeling. In-between moans I managed to ask what was going on. He gazed at me with his beautiful, odd cerise eyes.
"You might not believe me now" he spoke, "but you are now part of the supernatural world.

Your life is now changed.

For one, you won't be able to eat normal food anymore. You will need blood to survive". I looked at him in shock, not believing a word.

How is that even possible? Why would he say such things?

"I will return to you in a short time. I need to hunt and it looks like you're not going to believe me until you have turned". With that, he stepped away in one quick, gracefull movement and dissapeared into thin air.

Moments, seconds, hours passed by me. It seemed like I was being purged from a lifetime of sins in an endless moment.

I found that I could sense the movements of my body, the tensing of my smoldoring muscles, the laboured breathing of my lungs, and even the strained beat of my heart.

The time seemed to pass with a little more ease when I concentrated on something, so I tried to count my heartbeats.
I thought about what the beautiful man had said to me.

What if he was telling the truth? I had definatley noticed some changes in me, apart from the burning.

I began to hear strange sounds from all around me. I realised that I could hear animals burrowing deep underground. I could hear the carefree singing of birds far away.

I could even hear moaning and crying, which could only be coming from the poorhouse in the town!

Even though i could hear all of these new things, I could still tell that they were some distance away.
I could also notice my sight was slightly improved. My eyes were always a bit blurry before but now I could see with perfect vision.

What seemed like an age after, something changed.

My vision and hearing were dramatically improving, and the fire started to move away slowly, very slowly, from the tips of my fingers and toes.

My blood felt so thick in my veins I thought my head was going to implode.

Although some of the pain was fading, the fire in my heart somehow grew hotter. It felt like the very sun itself was about to burst from my chest.
I thrashed about and let out a blood-curdling scream at this hideous change.

As if hearing a signal, the stranger appeared out of nowhere. He looked oddly excited, as if he were feeling pleasure from my pain.

This was it. I knew that I was finally dying. What else could this be?

As the acid in my veins slowly drew back it felt like my now painless limbs were like ghosts by my side.
The flames inside me grew hotter and hotter. My heart kept going faster and faster. Eventually, the fire had receded almost completly from my body, all that remained now to burn was quickly failing.

My heart stuttered once. Twice. It thudded one final time.

The fire had dissapeared! Well, almost. My throat felt like a bonfire at Halloween.
"Hello again" said the angel. I jumped up in shock, both at the fact that I wasnt dead and could sense everything, and because his crystal-clear silky voice had caught me unawares.

"My name is Mícheál" I looked at him in curiosity. He looked different from before, even more flawless than I had thought.
"Emma" I replied. I started at the sound of my voice. It too, was different. More musical I thought. "Emma Doherty". He smiled politely.

"I do apologise Emma, for your changing. Do you now realise what has just happened?". I thought back to those first moments of consciousness and shuddered.
"I think so. I was so hungry...before, and now I feel so strong I could do anything. What did happen?". "It's a long story" Mícheál sighed,
"but we have eternity to learn".

"Basically, you have just been changed into an Óltóir Fola, or a blood drinker. Commoners know us as vampires."

I gasped in shock, also noting how strange the air felt in my lungs, as if it weren't needed.

"You may have already noticed that we immortals don't strictly abide by the legends, as they day we are burned by sunlight and it being day outside. We aren't allergic to garlic or any other silly superstitions that might hinder us."

"We have an unparalelled strength, stronger than anything else on this earth and more importantly, due to the diamond-like quality of our skin, we glitter in sunlight.
That is, I suppose, where the 'sleeping in coffins' myth stems from" he laughed.

I was barely paying attention to him. The burning in my throat was taking over my every thought, driving me insane.
The aching dryness needed to be quenched, and I knew just what would suit.

"Patience" Mícheál warned, "We have to wait until nightfall until we can hunt. It wouldn't do if the humans were warned against our coming in this sunlight, and in the current shortage of humans in this dreadful Famine, I don't think that would be wise".

He tried to restrain me, to sit me back down on the filthy mattress, but i was too strong for him. I shoved him back with all my strength, sending him flying across the tiny room.
I would have been amazed that my tiny body could do so much damage to such a large man if it weren't for the thirst.
Instinct took over as I relished the thought of banishing this burning with the hot, thick blood from the neck of a human. "No!" he pleaded, "We must wait".

I wasn't listening; I was already miles away at that stage, sprinting with all my new strength. I could smell scents for miles around. This would have pleased me but for the fact I was already on the hunt.

Suddenly, a new scent hit me like a brick wall. It was so sweet and luscious that I decided to follow it.

The faint trail led me to a small house hidden behind a curtain of trees.

I slowed down to a walk and stalked the house, trying to figure out exactly where the delicious smell was coming from.

The wind changed and blew towards me.

I darted through the open kitchen window. Four pairs of frightened eyes looked back at me.

I drew forward into a crouch and growled in delight.

I pounced.

Whew hopefully I wont need to make another chapter so long. over 1,400 words!

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