Chapter 3: A New Life
It had been a couple days before Elsa even shifted in her sleep. Cameron had been checking up on his child, wiping away the blood tracks on her face. He sat with her and the girl shifted before rolling onto her side. She wound up breaking the leather straps that were supposed to keep her bound to the bed. He laughed at this and shook his head.
As Cameron sat in the chair beside her, he waited for her to open her eyes. He watched the girl and he found himself grateful for her to be resting because he knew that this was going to be the last time his little Elsa would get a good sleep. Then a few moments later, Elsa opened her eyes for the first time as a vampire. When he saw the red haze in her eyes he knew it was time to teach her how to live as a vampire.
Elsa for her part growled at the old man, unsheathed her fangs and scattered away from him, making her place on the far corner in the room. She needed to get away from his deceivingly kind gaze.
Cameron got up from his seat and walked very slowly to the frightened girl with his hands held up as a sign of surrender. "It's alright my little Elsa. I'm not going to hurt you." The girl in question hissed at the man and tried crawling further away but she hit her head on the ceiling and couldn't go any further. Cameron looked at her with sad eyes and whispered to her knowing she would be able to hear him. "Please Elsa. I swear to you I won't hurt you."
The young vampire looked at him with a confused look in her eyes. 'Is this man speaking to me? Is that my name?' She asked herself. And when she found that there was no one else in the room, she calmed down and crawled back down the wall to stand in front of the man. "I-is that my name?" She asked.
Cameron smiled and nodded his head. "Do you remember who I am?"
Elsa searched her memories as to who this man was to her. Just little clips of him entered her mind. One moment in-particular caught her eye. "Sire." She said quietly. "You're the man that created me."
The doctor nodded again but the smile left his face. He looked at her sadly and said, "It wasn't by choice my child I can assure you." Elsa looked at him with a confused look in her eye. Then she was struck with a vision. In it she saw a man running through the forest at an extremely high speed. The trees and grass whipped passed him as he ran toward his target. For some peculiar reason, little Elsa knew he was after her.
"Hans..." She said quietly. "He's after me." The doctor nodded once more. "Why?" Elsa asked confused as to why she was being hunted.
The man shrugged and told her, "He's someone from your past my child. You've seen him before and he has seen you. Your scent was intoxicating to him as a human so he decided to hunt you. Hans knew that when you were younger, you were too well protected, but now that you're here, he's come back and coming for you. I changed you in hopes that I would be able to teach you the basics of being a vampire. I'm here to teach you the speed and agility of a vampire, but I'm also here to introduce you to the new diet you will need to take into account to survive." He put a gentle hand on her shoulder and she looked up into his fading amber eyes.
"Where do we start Sire?"
That night, Cameron was able to take her away from the hospital and they both ventured into the forest. They walked through the trees and over overgrown roots. Elsa was amazed at what her new senses provided her with. A keen sense of sight as well as touch and smell, and her hearing was better than ever. She could hear everything from the breeze to the bugs crawling far below in the grass. She could see every detail there was to all the trees lined up in the forest. She could smell...she could smell...blood.
The thirst that was present in her throat was more than she could bear. The red in her eyes faded into black as her hunger took over. Before the older vampire could react, Elsa ran off into the distance to find the source of this sweet marvelous scent.
With only the thirst on her mind she didn't pay attention to the speed of which she was running. She was like a blur running across the forest floor. When she found the source of the delectable scent, she tilted her head ever so slightly in confusion. The newborn vampire stared at the vision before her; a small village with very few people present in it. She listened to the heartbeats of every mortal in the village and she set her sights on the first house she could find.
When all the other people went into their houses, little Elsa crept up to the house and came face to face with the man who was inside. The man's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. "Elsa?" He spoke to her with baited breath. "What are you doing here?" Mr. Frost reached out to the girl with a trembling hand. "The doctor at the asylum sent a letter that told me you were dead." When his hand came into contact with her skin, he snatched it away and held it to his body.
Elsa seemed to go to a faraway place then as she began to see a vision of her past. A vision of when she was human. The one that she saw was the one where her own father was beating her senseless. She didn't understand the reason why but she could remember feeling his punches to the face and his kicks to her stomach. How could this man beat his child? She thought as she returned to the present.
Elsa looked at the man in front of her with a malicious smile and a murderous look in her red eyes. "Hello father. Surprised to see me are you?"
Mr. Frost gasped as he heard nothing but pure hatred in his daughter's voice. For the first time in his life, this man knew what it was to be afraid. He backed up with his hands raised as a form of surrender. His voice trembled as he spoke. "N-now n-now Elsa, y-you don't wanna go around hurting anybody. It's not who you are. You d-don't have the stomach for it." Those were a poor choice of words for the man cowering against the wall of the front room.
All Elsa had to do was take a step forward and she was directly in front of the man she once knew as her father. "Maybe that was the case when I was human father, but not anymore. I'm not the weak little girl you beat unmercifully in the field not two days ago! You see, I'm a whole lot stronger than you now." She took the man's hand in her own and as she bent it to the side, she heard a crack in no time at all. Mr. Frost screamed at the top of his lungs in pain, and all little Elsa did was laugh. A cruel laugh erupted from her chest and it felt good. "I'm going to kill you for what you did to me. I'll make an example of you. Soon people will know what they get when they beat a defenseless girl with nothing but a smile on his face." The grown man started to sob as Elsa pushed him to his knees. First, she kicked his knee and when she heard it crack, she smiled. She then brought her foot to his stomach, not once, not twice, but three times. And with the strength Elsa now possessed, she was sure that at least two to three ribs had been broken. "Do you fear me now father?! Are you scared of little Elsa now?!"
Mr. Frost had tears running down his face at this point. He was afraid for his life. For his family's life. So he did the only thing he could think to do. He confessed his fear. "Y-yes, yes I'm scared. Please don't kill me Elsie sweety." The man sobbed to his vampire daughter. "I'm sorry! Please don't kill me."
Elsa laughed a beautifully cruel laugh once more. This man knew that it was pointless to try and stop her now. The newborns eyes pierced into his skin as she looked at him and it made the man squirm and twitch. "You should've thought of that when you started beating me senseless dad. I'm not even mad at you for sending me away. It was probably the best decision you ever made for me. It was when you started kicking me around that I thought how much you weren't my father anymore. And my name is Elsa." She growled this out through gritted teeth and the she continued to speak normally.
"You're nothing to me now. Not even a speck of dirt under my foot, but I can't have you treating others the way you treated me for so long." Elsa bent down to where she was looking at him right in the eye. "Any last words old man?"
Mr. Frost started to stutter and all she could do was laugh. Elsa looked at her wrist and picked a small fly off of her. "Sorry dad. Wait no I'm not. I'm going to enjoy this." She growled and shot forward to bite down on the man's neck. It felt so good to have her bastard father's life drain through his body and into hers.
'In the end at least he was good for something.' She thought as she drank the blood passing between her lips. The man tried to fight but when he did that, Elsa brought her hands around the man's head and twisted it to where his neck broke. With the body limp in her arms, she could now enjoy her meal. She heard a gasp behind her and saw an intruder interrupting her while she was eating.
Mrs. Frost stood where the steps led to the upstairs rooms with nothing but a shocked look on her face and tears in her eyes at the sight of her daughter drinking her husband's blood. She wanted to scream but as she opened her mouth to do so, little Elsa blurred over to her and pinned her to the wall by her neck. She tried to speak but when she tried, the grip around her windpipe got tighter and tighter.
Mrs. Frost knew she was going to die by her daughters own hand this night. It was inevitable for what she and her husband did to her. The older Frost woman was one who believed in karma. What comes around goes around. Her father told her this when she was very young. If only she let her beliefs keep her strong. Maybe things would've ended differently.
She put a soft hand on the girl's hand that was around her throat and tilted her head to the side, barring her neck to the vampire's teeth. With this, Elsa tilted her own head to the side in confusion and lessened the grip on the woman's neck. "It's alright little Elsa. Go on, drink honey."
Elsa looked at her second victim with disbelief in her red eyes. Why was this woman letting her take her life? It didn't seem like that was the way to do things. The woman spoke to her one final time. "Go on Elsa baby girl. Do as mother says." With that one statement in mind Elsa surged forward and bit down into the skin of her mother's neck. If she knew who's life she was taking, she didn't show it in her eyes. It was all a dark haze to the newborn vampire. Elsa knew this prey wasn't going to fight back so she didn't feel the need to cause any extra pain to this one.
After Elsa felt the life drain from her victim, a searing pain coursed through her veins. Searing pain coursed through her body and a vision entered her mind and sight. A vision of the past. In a time when things were simpler and happier. She saw her mother and sister sitting in their room with her mother braiding her hair before she went to bed. She saw her mother reading her bed time stories and singing to her to help her go to sleep. She saw so many things, so many happy images flooding her mind and it made her want to scream. So that's what she did.
Elsa Amanda Frost looked at the ceiling of her childhood home and screamed at the top of her lungs. Elsa screamed and cried until her throat went dry once more. She screamed until the mere fact of her being her own parent's killer caused her so much pain. The emotional pain was too much. It was so much that it became a physical burn inside her body much like the one she experience during her change. The physical pain alone made her black out and faint.
Elsa's screams and then her silence brought the townspeople out of their homes wanting to see what the noise was all about. They stopped just outside the door when a lone figure came and ordered them to stop. "If you value your lives, don't go inside that house".
One boy alone stepped forward and convinced the man he would go inside to assist him. "Alright Dallas, but you have to promise me not to say a word to the rest of these people about what you see inside." Dallas nodded and followed the man.
Cameron and Dallas walked into the house and saw the carnage that Elsa had caused to the family. The boy gasped as he saw Mr. and Mrs. Frost lying dead on the wood floor of their home, and Elsa was unconscious on the floor. She looked to be dead with the paleness of her skin. Dallas knelt down beside the girl and touched her cheek. Like Mr. Frost, he took his hand away quickly and held it to his body. "What's happened to you Elsa?" Dallas asked his old friend.
Cameron looked down at her sadly and spoke to her unconscious form. "I'm sorry my little Elsa. I should've paid more attention to you." He said as he put a hand on Dallas's shoulder and made his way up the stairs. When he came down, he had the sleeping form of elsa's little sister in his arms. "Dallas, come here my boy." The young man did as he was told and looked at the doctor with tears flowing down his face. "Do little Elsa a service and take her little sister home with you. Take her away from here. Away from all this. She would want that for her sister." All Dallas did was nod and he took the little girl from his arms.
As Dallas walked out of the house, his face was covered in tears. The townspeople were asking him what went on inside that house, but he kept his word to the old doctor and didn't say a thing to them. As he walked away he turned back to look at the Frost house and a split second later, the inside was set on fire.
Dallas had a feeling that the old man had something to do with it and while the others were screaming and cowering at the sight he just stared at the flame and hoped that the doctor and Elsa made it out in one piece.