Chapter Seven
Waking up has never been so hard. It feels as though I have been hit by a bus, trampled on by 100 pregnant cows and been used as a replacement boxing bag for Muhammad Ali.
“Oh sweetie, you’re awake! Thank god. I was worried. I am so sorry. I hope you forgive me but you have to understand that I love you and am very selfish.”
What the hell is she going on about? More importantly, why is my throat burning?
“Mum! I need water! My throat, it’s burning! HELP”
I watch in panic as she runs over to the table and pours a glass of water. She stumbles as she rushes back over, spilling most of the water. Whatever, I need anything to stop this fire. I grab the cup and gulp it down at once but it does absolutely nothing.
“She needs blood.”
I look to the right where the door is and see Mitchell standing there. He looks the same, yet different. His hair has been cut short, and if possible, he seems even paler than before. His eyes have dark bags underneath and his cheeks are hollow. All in all, he looks horrible. But why? It was then that I realised what he said. I need blood?
“Like a transfusion?”
“No. As in you need to drink some blood, preferably human blood. That’s the best for newborns.”
I just stare at him in shock before I start convulsing in fits of laughter. Tears are coming from my eyes, making everything blurry. When I finally come to, I realise I am the only one laughing. Both Mum and Mitchell are looking at me with serious faces.
“What are you talking about Mitchell? Why would I need to drink blood? It’s not like I am some sort of vampire.”
“Actually, you are. Do you remember anything that you’re Mum told you earlier?”
Just as I am about to say no, my mind starts going crazy as I try to think. There is me talking to Mitchell, the neighbourhood calling him names, headlights coming for me, the ambulance. And then it hits me. I do remember. I was laying down and Mum was talking to me.
I am a vampire.
