Rebecca's eyes opened.
Everything was so clear; the surroundings were like luminous crystal as she noticed every detail. The tiny leaf fragments and floating dust mixed in with the strange animal dandruff. She was allergic to dandruff but these strange wooded surroundings didn't bother her. She stood in awe staring up at the cathedral pines stretch, the needles overlapping each other. She took in that sweet, natural taste free from the clogs. She sensed the smells of spring with the fresh bloom flowers, many unfamiliar to her. She could hear the young birds chirping calling for their mothers along with new squirrels squeaking with curiosity as they followed their parents jumping from limb to limb. She was in the woods, but the bustle of each creature roaming through came to her worse than it did to her human ears back in New York. The sounds came to her ears blending in with the water overcoming the rocks in the streams that was miles away.
She felt relief that the burning agony was gone, but something new came to her. She felt light, as if all gravity was vacuumed from her body. She wondered if she was still alive, this cold lump was on her skin causing a heavy burden. Her skin never felt so hard, it was worse than concrete bricks. She suddenly felt a painful thirst in her throat, it wasn't like the dryness after a jog through Central Park. It was burning as if she had swallowed a cloud of ashes. Rebecca clung to her throat.
"I guess it's time to take you hunting." Peter approached the young vampire after giving her a minute to observe. Rebecca saw him again, the man who forced that torture on her. The man who's voice taunted her. Who was he? What did he do to her? What was this unbearable curse he sat upon her? What did she do to deserve it? What could she have done so horrible for him take her from her home and place her in this desolate place?
"I think she needs to look at herself first, Darling." A voice said as a hand pressed against her skin. Rebecca then notice Charlotte kneeling down beside her, she didn't seem so evil anymore. They weren't as threatening as they were when she last saw them. She couldn't help but wonder what time and place was she in? How many days, years had she been under the burning? How far was she from her home? All Rebecca knew was that she could be New York City but humans had died out while she burned. That's how confused the poor girl was, it ran across her mind for a second.
"Take your time, you have forever now." Peter explained as he watched her take in the new vision. "You'll feel much better."
Charlotte handed Rebecca the silver antique hand mirror they stole from her room. She glared in it, shocked by the sight. She did not recognize the woman that was in the mirror, the hard marble pale skin nor the shocking ruby eyes that seemed to stare back at her in horror.
How cruel could these people be, to take away her identity, the beauty that was part of her that she used to awe people on stage was gone. The tan desert beauty was erased leaving only white albino skin. The gentle brown eyes she used to charm people with was lost forever and she only had the eyes of a demon.
Rebecca threw down the mirror and glared back at Peter in hate. "How dare you?" She screeched.
Newborn power, Charlotte figured as Becky flew towards Peter ready to attack him. Charlotte quickly stopped her and tried to calm her down. She knew Becky was thirsty, but Becky didn't know she needed blood. Charlotte held Becky captive as the newborn gasp. She wanted blood, and that was why she was attacking her mate. Charlotte grabbed her by the hair, with her clutch around her neck.
"Let me at him, let me at him." Becky croaked. "Do you have any idea what you done?"
"First, let me explain," Peter started as Charlotte held Becky tightly by the arms. "I'm not what you're looking for."
"How do you know?" Rebecca screeched as she pushed her arms back knocking down Charlotte and flung towards Peter pinning him to the ground.
"We understand what you truly desire, Becky." Charlotte started as she pulled Becky off him.
"What did you call me?" the girl said. No one has called her that since she was a child, she liked being called Rebecca.
"We've been watching you for a long time, guarding you, protecting you," Peter explained. "All for this moment, Becky."
"That is not what I liked to be called," The girl cried. They kidnapped her, took her away from her family, her community, and destroyed her identity. She wanted to take back what he took from her. "I want to kill you both!"
"You don't even know how," Peter said lost on how to calm her.
"What did you do to me?" Rebecca screamed. That question prevented her from ripping both their heads off.
"I gave you immortality." Peter said as he approached her and Rebecca walked backwards, away from him until she tripped over something hard. Rebecca stood up and whipped the leaves off her designer dress pants to see a girl laying still next to her in a long white dress, similar to the bedroom scene in those 1800 movies. What a strange girl?
Charlotte rushed over to Emma as Rebecca stared at her future sister confused. The faded blonde hair was starting to grow back and shine like corn silk. The bruises around her body where her captive beat her were starting to disappear. Charlotte checked Emma's back to see the welts were becoming smaller, she checked her legs to see the scuff and scratches from her prison disappear. The number of stab wounds that showed open flesh was coming together and sealing with new skin. The bruises around her chest, ribs, and other parts of her body that was violated with the continuous rape would soon be gone. Charlotte only worried about the emotional burden Emma will bring into this new life. If Rebecca was this angry over a simple transformation, then Emma's awakening would be worse than a volcano eruption.
"That's your new sister," Charlotte explained, putting Emma's head on her lap.
"I don't even know her." Rebecca cried, but feeling a connection. They did the same thing to this country girl. "What did we do to deserve this?"
"You didn't do anything," Peter replied to her. "Think of it as a blessing."
"You call that pain a blessing?" Rebecca screamed.
"You're immortal now," Charlotte explained. "Like us, you're stronger, faster and more beautiful than you would have ever been if you remained human." Her eyes shifted back to Emma. "You will defeat your oppressors."
"Do you think I care about that stuff?" Rebecca moaned.
A slight breeze came past them.
A most beautiful, most desirable, mouthwatering scent twirled past her. Being a ballerina, Rebecca has become accustom to dieting and resisting temptation but it was something about this scent Rebecca couldn't resist. She felt herself go full force after this sweet smell, running faster than she ever had before in her life using her sharp eyes to dodge the numerous trees.
"I'll get her," Peter said as Charlotte nodded while she watched over Emma.
Charlotte listened for the heart beat to plummet. "You'll help her," She kissed Emma on the head.
Peter raced off following her trail trying to catch up with the very fast newborn hoping her prey would not be near a crowd of humans. An afternoon like this, this human could be on a picnic or something. Peter just hoped this human prey of hers was alone, safe for her hunting. Peter ran until he found relief of seeing Becky crying over the body of a dead fisherman.
"What did I do?" Rebecca took a deep breath finding her throat no longer dry, her clutch loosened on the corpse, what was in his veins now ran down her throat. She was disgusted and pleased at the same time. The man's blood flowed into the creek, she noticed Peter come in the water fighting passed the current.
"It's alright, you just satisfied yourself," Peter tried to explain as Rebecca glared at shock of seeing the blood on her hands.
"I killed someone," Rebecca cried. "I can't live like this." She took the life of another, something that she vowed she never do as long as she walked the earth.
"You had too," Peter explained trying to remember the first time he fed.
"They are going to throw me in jail." Rebecca started to let out a whimpering sound.
"I would like to see them try," Peter let out a chuckle.
"It's not funny," Rebecca fumed. "This isn't like me, I don't want to be like this."
"What are you doing?" Peter asked as he watched Rebecca stare down at the stream. He then watched her jump from the rock face down into the river. Peter followed her, knowing she wasn't in as near a danger as she thought. The girl just floated with her face down, putting no fight to breath. It was rather amusing watching this new immortal attempting to drown herself.
Rebecca stayed in the water for a good hour. The water came into her lungs and came back out still leaving her alive. She floated passed the fish and the insects, watching the aquatic life. She then put her hand out and started to notice how the rocks turned as if her palms summoned them. Then from the corner of her eye, Rebecca spotted a shiny gold speck. She wondered what it was, Rebecca put her hand out over it and a gold bracelet arose pasted with mud that trapped it and flew to her fingers. Her head popped from the water, seeing that not being able to breathe for an hour was having no effect.
"This thing floated into my palm." Rebecca stuttered as her head popped out of the water. She placed it on her wrist. The bracelet had to be a hundred years old, at the very least.
"Of course it did," Peter nodded. "You made it come."
Rebecca noticed sun rays shine down on her. She watched tiny specks shine on her skin. It seemed her hands were covered in diamonds, this was not natural either. She had went for an hour without breathing and she did not feel at all tired. Rebecca watched as the rocks seemed to move as her hands went over them, none of it was natural. The worst part of this whole nightmare was the fact that she had killed a person and all she could focus on was how different she felt in this strange dreamland.
"This is not normal," Rebecca said to herself silently, awed at her skin.
"You'll get used to it," Peter said as he forced her up.
"Why am I like this?" Rebecca snapped as her legs crunched through the water. How dare he follow her after acting so careless about the poor fisherman. "Why am I like this, it's just not normal, its just not…."
"Human," Peter answered.
"Yes," Rebecca moaned as he came in the water. "Be careful, the current's rough."
"Like that's a problem." Peter said sarcastically as he approached her.
"What am I?" Rebecca asked him while she backed away.
"You're a vampire." Peter answered.
"Those things aren't real," Rebecca said snottily.
"Than what am I doing here with you?" Peter asked.
"I don't know, I wish you would just go away." Rebecca answered.
"Well, I created you, so I'm responsible for you." Peter explained. "So I'm not leaving you here to mope with the world. You are coming back with me to my mate, were we will wait for your new sister to wake up. While we are waiting, I am going to help you work with that power of yours and when your sister, Emma, wakes up we will hunt again. You won't regret this"
"Do I have to kill again?" Rebecca asked wondering why tears weren't strolling down her cheeks by now.
"Yes, you're a predator that is what you do." Peter answered.
'This is just a dream' Rebecca reminded herself as she followed Peter from the creek. She couldn't feel the coldness of the water as she got out to the bank with her expensive clothes ripped from her failed suicide.