A Weary Vampire

Chapter 10

He moved in closer to my neck, his breath warm on my skin, and a shudder ran through my body. This guy did not give me great vibes even back then, very annoying stalker- ish vibes in fact. And I lost all my streams of thoughts the moment his fangs punctured my skin and the saliva reached my blood. The joy returned to my life, all worries wiped away, just... pure bliss. Happiness. Swirling pastel colours in a calm and shiny world. Unicorns prancing through bright meadows. Far far from my reality, I was running through air with butterflies and flying through water with beautiful fish.

The only thing different this time was... I never woke up as the same person I was before it. The endorphin rush started to fade over a while, but instead of the usual blurry world that came into vision on my usual feedings, everything faded into darkness this time. It was almost like I was asleep, but I was still conscious about it. I could think, and talk to myself...but it was like I was trapped in a dark room all by myself. Because I had not even the slightest idea of what was happening, or what had already happened.

When I finally came back to my actual senses, I felt weak. Nothing unusual. But what was unusual was that I was hooked up to an IV, that the weakness was so bad that I couldn't even lift my head up from the reclining chair, that the receptionist vampire and some others were standing around observing me.

I got to learn later that those were vampire specialised doctors and nurses.

Of course I knew later. Because I had to attend SO many sessions with them later. Why?

Well. Because AARON WAS A STUPID FUCKING ASSHOLE.

And he was the reason, the causative factor that day, the whole damn reason I became a vampire.

I.. I think I need a break before going on with my story. I think I'll make myself a drink. Coffee can not handle this rage, and I'm surprised that it is still this strong after 936 years.

***

So that must have answered a lot of people's questions. Yes, vampires can in fact, hold onto a grudge almost forever, if that's what a thousand years feel like to you.

Yea, so, moving on with my history of how I became a vampire.

That was one very shocking night for me. It was wild, scary.

I... I was a vampire.

It was a hard truth to accept. But the doctors did what they could do best in this situation, told me the basics, and guided me through some basic lifestyle changes I would need to do... but that was all that I listened to that night, I was so completely zoned out. I think the medical term for my precarious situation was shock or something.

All I really understood was Aaron fed on my sweet sweet blood a little too long, because he thought the legally prescribed limits according to vampire law were just a joke. But of course... he wouldn't get into any trouble for converting me without permission. Why? Well because he was a royal and royals did not go to trial, and hence, no jail time for him.

I was a victim, but he was not a criminal.

He could walk away with no guilt, while I must learn to adapt and survive in a new lifestyle, a new world, starting all over again. And oh, also...never let my parents know about who I was. Never let them down.