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Chapter 3
Storytelling Part 1
Cherish P.O.V
When we got back to the clearing everyone looked up at us, all of them had looks of worry on their faces. I sat down, Arthur and Gwen were on either side of me, and Merlin was on Arthur's other side.
"I'm sorry for how I put it, but they had a right to know. They could help." Brom said.
"If I begin to reject the change, then there is no one who can help. My being here, alone, is a death sentence, unless you happen to know of a full vampire, or a way to get me back to my people?"
"I'm sorry, I know of neither. Only Elf royalty know the spell to transport you back." Brom said gravely.
"Then we find the Elves." Arthur said.
"You'll never get there in time. You wouldn't even reach the forests before…"
I hung my head, but held back the tears, crying wouldn't solve anything.
"There has to be something!" Gwen said.
"Like I said, my people have been trying for centuries. It's funny, I'd gotten this far into the change, I was very close to the end of my fourth year, I thought that I was going to make it." I laughed bitterly. "I was, it seems, mistaken."
"The change? What's the change?" Uther asked.
"If I'm going to explain that, I may as well explain how I became a fledgling." I said. "I was younger than most when I was first marked, I was thirteen. My mother had left when I was two, I can barely remember her. My father, well he was just a drunk. He liked having his own personal punch bag. I was different, even when I was human, he didn't like that, said I was too much like mam. My ears," I moved my hair to show that they were slightly tapered, "'like hers' he said. Also, because of them, I was labelled a freak, by everyone in the two schools I went to. When I reached thirteen, I started to come down with a cold, or at least that's what I thought. Then one day, in the middle of one of my lessons, a Vampyre Tracker came in. All I heard was something that sounded like an ancient drum beat. As he pointed at me, I saw his lips move, and I knew he was saying something, but I only heard the drums. When he finished, I felt pain and I passed out. When I came to everyone was gathered around me. I sat up, sending everyone running back. They were afraid of me. I gathered my stuff and ran home, the sun almost killed my eyes. When I got home, I caught my first glimpse of myself in a mirror. The outline of a crescent moon had appeared on my forehead. I was now a Vampyre fledgling. I'd began the change, a journey, if you'd like, that would eventually change me from a human to a Vampyre, or kill me. I quickly packed a bag full of things I'd need, wrote a note to my dad, explaining what I now was, and I left, for the House of Night, the only place that I could complete the change. I'd either die, or I'd become a full Vampyre, and my mark would fill itself in and expand on itself.
"But for that to happen I had to be around full vampyres, and it would take four long years. A Vampyre is stronger, quicker and allot more agile than a human. Our vision is very sensitive, we see best at night, like cats, except the sun hurts our eyes. For some, becoming a vampyre doesn't change their lives, for others, it saves them, like me. We can even change our names. I went from Sarah James, to just Cherish."
"Sarah James?" Uther asked. All the others from Camelot had also perked up on hearing the name.
"It can't be." Arthur said.
"Cant be what?" I asked.
A/N: Cliffy, I am so evil!