Vampiric Infection

Chapter II

Why, that night had certainly been eventful. The town's local priest, Amaris Hart, had gone missing and was presumed to be dead. But that in fact was not the case at all. At 10 p.m. on the day after the events, Amaris woke up in unfamiliar surroundings. His whole body ached terribly. He had a headache, his teeth ached, and his throat burned terribly with thirst. It felt awful.

The room he'd come to in was dark, with long, black curtains covering the windows and a scarlet colored carpeting on the floor. Amaris observed that he was on a large bed that was also surrounded by black curtains and had black sheets as well. He had a soft yet heavy blanket over him that was deep crimson. The whole room seemed to have a red and black theme. And the room was very intricately designed as well. The wood was dark, just like the rest of the room, and had spiral patterns carved into it. It must've been very expensive, the room was absolutely gorgeous.

But that was the least of Amaris' concerns. His pain and suffering was more important to him at the moment. The same impulse he had felt before, the craving for blood, was driving him mad. It burned within him. He dragged himself out of the bed, his body feeling heavy and his mind hazy. He couldn't see anything, either. The room was, as previously mentioned, very dark on its own, let alone lae at night. He walked around the room, his arm outstretched as he tried to find a door.

The male felt saliva dripping down his chin as he began to breathe heavily. Everything was a struggle. Moving, speaking, breathing... The lack of nutrients was maddening. He felt like a starved animal, unable to control his bodily functions. And the thing that could restore his control was blood. Blood... The need for it was almost unbearable.

He pressed his hand against a wall, sinking down to his knees. This was too hard. He could barely move, let alone continue to try to find an exit. All he could do was think about his thirst and the strange feelings inside him.

How could this have happened? Amaris used to be a priest, a follower and servant of God, one who despised vampires. And now? He had allowed that boy to turn him into a vampire and thus make him an enemy of God. He didn't have any reason to live anymore. Serving God and being a priest was his life. How could he find some other purpose? Especially as a vampire. A vampire's whole existence was to indulge, consume, kill. Sin. He was a sinful being now and had no reason to exist. He should've died.

Despair filled the man's body as he grabbed at his hair. His hands gradually moved down to his throat, however, when he smelled blood. The scent was heavenly. No. Not heavenly, it was heaven itself. The male slowly pulled himself up and began to stumble across the room towards the scent, both his arms outstretched this time as he reached out towards the source of the blood.

However, he wasn't the one who ended up grabbing something with those outstretched, eager hands. Instead, a pale, cold hand entangled itself in Amaris' hair, pulling his head back. The man gasped, shocked by this at first. But that shock faded when he felt warm, sweet blood dripping into his mouth, with the same taste as the blood from the day before. Yes, it must've been that vampire who had come fed him, thank the Lord...

"Don't fret, love. Drink. It's alright, don't despair over your lost humanity, just feed. Indulge in it if you wish. I promised you'd get more once you woke up, didn't I?" The vampire whispered in a soft voice, that hand that had grabbed his hair now stroking it reassuringly. It felt really nice. As if Amaris was a child again, and he was being taken care of by his father after having a nightmare..

The taste of the liquid was overwhelming. Or, more accurately, the feelings the liquid filled him with overwhelmed him. It was perfect, but it was almost too perfect. It disturbed Amaris, if he was completely truthful. His humanity was starting to be noticeable again. His delighted expression shifted to one of horror. His eyes widened and he pulled away from the vampire's wrist, looking conflicted as he walked backwards.