Post by shiina on Nov 20, 2009 20:37:55 GMT -5
I woke up feeling warm and slightly dizzy with a pleasant light feeling. The sun was just risen, hiding quietly behind the trees, suggesting it was probably around eight in the morning. That meant my mom was likely at work and ben at a bike race, and if not a race, just riding for fun. Since I knew both my parents wouldn't be home, I closed my eyes again to go back to sleep.
It took a few minutes for my mind fog to clear, but as soon as I remembered the events from the night before, my eyes shot open. I sat up abruptly and looked around to see that I was still in the go-kart path. Kayla was no where to be seen and Morgan was a few feet from me, laying on the ground as a limp, lifeless corpse.
In no time at all I was up and by her side, praying I hadn't killed her. To turn someone into a vampire you would have to make them drink vampire blood. The vampire drinking the humans blood first was just so that the vampire wouldn't be weakened or killed from it themselves. I fell to my knees beside Morgan, putting my ear to her chest to listen for any sign of even the quietest breath. Nothing. But I wouldn't allow it. With tears already streaming silently down my cheeks, I fumbled with my nails, pressing them against my wrist in an attempt to get any size of scratch that would be enough to bleed at all. My ands were shaking too much, though, and I couldn't get my nails to enter my skin.
I pressed my ear to her chest again, trying desperately to hear any faint, barely audible heartbeat. Any small thump. Some near-silent pin drop. I heard nothing but the blood pounding in my own ears, "No," I sobbed, "No, this can't be happening. No, no, no." I collapsed on top of her, crying violently.
I didn't even remember Kayla existed until she materialized behind me. My breath caught in surprise when I felt the touch of her hand on my shoulder. I spun around to look at her. She looked weak, with bags under her eyes and her hair sticking up in random directions. She was swaying slightly on her feet.
"Don't worry," She said, flashing me a weak, ghost of a smile, "I took care of her." She held up her arm, showing me a thin, long freshly made scar running from her wrist, almost to her elbow.
My mouth opened before I could think, "Are you insane?" Remember what I said before about vampires being weak if they give up their blood without drinking from a human? Yeah. That.
"You were kind of passed out," She snapped, "I didn't have much of a choice."
I let out a long, shuddering breath as I looked back at Morgan. She looked peaceful. Dead, rather than reborn. I realized then that, at any moment, she would wake, her heart begining to beat with a new propel, her eyes seeing with a new focus, and all of her senses in general sharp, refined, and sensetive. I had never witnessed someone being turned into a vampire before, and I guess I technically hadn't still, considering I had been passed out when it happened.
I looked back up at Kayla, but she had disappeared. Pretty fast for a weakened vampire. Morgans hair rustled for a moment, and at first I thought she had woken up. It took a few moments for me to realize it was just a quiet, small wind that had penetrated the woods. Gently, almost gingerly, I smoothed her hair out of her face. I had done this to my first new friend. I had hurt her; had killed her. I was so stupid to think that I could have handled having human friends. It was like a starving man with a pet pig. Poor pig. Poor Morgan.
Her chest rose just then -only a little- and fell back slowly. Her first breath in her new life. In her after life. Then another breath, and another, the speed of her breathing starting alarmingly slow, picking up startlingly fast, and finally it evened out to a norlam pace. Her eye cracked open just the slightest amount, then both of her eyes shot open with fear and irrecognition.
I stared back into her eyes, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped and let out a slight squeal. Embarassing. I turned around to see Kayla crouching behind me.
I can't believe this is happening," I told her, "Just kill me now."
"IDK what to say," She rhymed, "but I won't kill you, so don't tell me to again."
There was rustling behind me, no doubt a terrified Morgan shifting into a good position to make an escape. I turned back to her and grabbed her by both wrists. I could tell by her expression that she was about to scream.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," I comforted her. I let go of her wrists and hugged her, smoothing her hair gently, "It's me, Lily."
She pulled slowly out of my embrace, looking around with wide eyes at what must seem now like an alien world to her.
"Lily?" She whispered, "You... You look different."
"No, sweetie, that's not it," I coaxed in a honey-thick voice, "you just see different."
Her breath was coming in quick, anxious pants now, and she was quivering with a nervousness I had never seen from her before. Granted I had only known her for three days. "No," She shook her head, "That's not possible, you're not Lily, she's not that nice."
So that's what they think of me? I couldn't help but glare at her for saying that, "You think I'm mean?" I asked with a cold, undermining irritation in my tone.
This time she hugged me, in her usual crazy, hyper, Morgan the Moron ay, "Yeah, you're my Lily alright!" She said, then fell backwards, a sudden stream of tears streaming down her cheeks, "What's going on?" She asked, covering her face with both hands.
I gently brought her back to sitting upright, "You're not a human anymore, you're a vampire," I answered her, "Welcome to Hell."
Kayla suddenly hit me in the back of my head, "We're trying to make this easier for her, not scare her!" She said, "Be nice."
Morgan blined, looking at Kayla, "Who..."
"It's Kayla, you idiot!" I lashed, completely dropping all that was left of my earlier compassion.
Kayla hit me again, "Stop." She ordered.
I drew in a deep breath, "Sorry," I said. No wonder she thought I was mean. Why did she still like me? That girl is a mystery, "You're not in Hell," I didn't deny that she was an idiot... "I sort of lost control last night when you got hurt and now you're... a vampire." There, I said it. I get a gold star. I gave a large, too happy smile, "Other than that, everything is just fine, and perfectly normal."
Her eyes widened, but they weren't filled with horror as I had expected and anticipated, "So wait," She said, "You're saying I'm a vampire now?
"For the third time, yes." I groaned. She makes it so hard to be kind and understanding. You shouldn't look that excited when someone murders you! It's just plain rude!
It took a few minutes for my mind fog to clear, but as soon as I remembered the events from the night before, my eyes shot open. I sat up abruptly and looked around to see that I was still in the go-kart path. Kayla was no where to be seen and Morgan was a few feet from me, laying on the ground as a limp, lifeless corpse.
In no time at all I was up and by her side, praying I hadn't killed her. To turn someone into a vampire you would have to make them drink vampire blood. The vampire drinking the humans blood first was just so that the vampire wouldn't be weakened or killed from it themselves. I fell to my knees beside Morgan, putting my ear to her chest to listen for any sign of even the quietest breath. Nothing. But I wouldn't allow it. With tears already streaming silently down my cheeks, I fumbled with my nails, pressing them against my wrist in an attempt to get any size of scratch that would be enough to bleed at all. My ands were shaking too much, though, and I couldn't get my nails to enter my skin.
I pressed my ear to her chest again, trying desperately to hear any faint, barely audible heartbeat. Any small thump. Some near-silent pin drop. I heard nothing but the blood pounding in my own ears, "No," I sobbed, "No, this can't be happening. No, no, no." I collapsed on top of her, crying violently.
I didn't even remember Kayla existed until she materialized behind me. My breath caught in surprise when I felt the touch of her hand on my shoulder. I spun around to look at her. She looked weak, with bags under her eyes and her hair sticking up in random directions. She was swaying slightly on her feet.
"Don't worry," She said, flashing me a weak, ghost of a smile, "I took care of her." She held up her arm, showing me a thin, long freshly made scar running from her wrist, almost to her elbow.
My mouth opened before I could think, "Are you insane?" Remember what I said before about vampires being weak if they give up their blood without drinking from a human? Yeah. That.
"You were kind of passed out," She snapped, "I didn't have much of a choice."
I let out a long, shuddering breath as I looked back at Morgan. She looked peaceful. Dead, rather than reborn. I realized then that, at any moment, she would wake, her heart begining to beat with a new propel, her eyes seeing with a new focus, and all of her senses in general sharp, refined, and sensetive. I had never witnessed someone being turned into a vampire before, and I guess I technically hadn't still, considering I had been passed out when it happened.
I looked back up at Kayla, but she had disappeared. Pretty fast for a weakened vampire. Morgans hair rustled for a moment, and at first I thought she had woken up. It took a few moments for me to realize it was just a quiet, small wind that had penetrated the woods. Gently, almost gingerly, I smoothed her hair out of her face. I had done this to my first new friend. I had hurt her; had killed her. I was so stupid to think that I could have handled having human friends. It was like a starving man with a pet pig. Poor pig. Poor Morgan.
Her chest rose just then -only a little- and fell back slowly. Her first breath in her new life. In her after life. Then another breath, and another, the speed of her breathing starting alarmingly slow, picking up startlingly fast, and finally it evened out to a norlam pace. Her eye cracked open just the slightest amount, then both of her eyes shot open with fear and irrecognition.
I stared back into her eyes, not knowing what to say. Suddenly, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I jumped and let out a slight squeal. Embarassing. I turned around to see Kayla crouching behind me.
I can't believe this is happening," I told her, "Just kill me now."
"IDK what to say," She rhymed, "but I won't kill you, so don't tell me to again."
There was rustling behind me, no doubt a terrified Morgan shifting into a good position to make an escape. I turned back to her and grabbed her by both wrists. I could tell by her expression that she was about to scream.
"Shh, it's okay, it's okay, I'm not going to hurt you," I comforted her. I let go of her wrists and hugged her, smoothing her hair gently, "It's me, Lily."
She pulled slowly out of my embrace, looking around with wide eyes at what must seem now like an alien world to her.
"Lily?" She whispered, "You... You look different."
"No, sweetie, that's not it," I coaxed in a honey-thick voice, "you just see different."
Her breath was coming in quick, anxious pants now, and she was quivering with a nervousness I had never seen from her before. Granted I had only known her for three days. "No," She shook her head, "That's not possible, you're not Lily, she's not that nice."
So that's what they think of me? I couldn't help but glare at her for saying that, "You think I'm mean?" I asked with a cold, undermining irritation in my tone.
This time she hugged me, in her usual crazy, hyper, Morgan the Moron ay, "Yeah, you're my Lily alright!" She said, then fell backwards, a sudden stream of tears streaming down her cheeks, "What's going on?" She asked, covering her face with both hands.
I gently brought her back to sitting upright, "You're not a human anymore, you're a vampire," I answered her, "Welcome to Hell."
Kayla suddenly hit me in the back of my head, "We're trying to make this easier for her, not scare her!" She said, "Be nice."
Morgan blined, looking at Kayla, "Who..."
"It's Kayla, you idiot!" I lashed, completely dropping all that was left of my earlier compassion.
Kayla hit me again, "Stop." She ordered.
I drew in a deep breath, "Sorry," I said. No wonder she thought I was mean. Why did she still like me? That girl is a mystery, "You're not in Hell," I didn't deny that she was an idiot... "I sort of lost control last night when you got hurt and now you're... a vampire." There, I said it. I get a gold star. I gave a large, too happy smile, "Other than that, everything is just fine, and perfectly normal."
Her eyes widened, but they weren't filled with horror as I had expected and anticipated, "So wait," She said, "You're saying I'm a vampire now?
"For the third time, yes." I groaned. She makes it so hard to be kind and understanding. You shouldn't look that excited when someone murders you! It's just plain rude!
I thought morgan was a goner xD and then look what happens. Her emotion were a little topsy-turvy, but then, that could just be Morgan >.>' 
