Bite You Dangerous

Chapter 6: Immortality

Araceli's mention of the word "immortal" piqued Alaric's curiosity, despite his initial disbelief in supernatural themes. He couldn't help but wonder what she meant by such a term, even though it contradicted his usual beliefs. His fascination with the idea of immortality began to grow.

Alaric: Immortal? Why do you think that's possible?

Alaric: There's no such thing as "forever" in this world...I hate how we're all like flowers that bloom in summer and spring, but wither in fall and winter.

Araceli: That doesn't apply to me in the slightest. While others' physical appearance changes, mine is permanent.

Araceli: I'll never age...Nature can't control me. I control it.

Alaric slowly rose from his bed and there was a shift in his demeanor. He decided to set aside his initial reservations and chose to act more amicably toward Araceli. The desire to shoo her away, a response born of fear and surprise, began to wane as he saw her in a different light. Alaric's curiosity and fascination with the supernatural had started to eclipse his initial apprehension, opening the door to a new and unexpected connection with Araceli.

Alaric: Huh...Maybe I'll let you stay here as long as you wish.

Alaric: I know you're not my type since I dislike bitter girls, but I can't deny...you're a poisonous addiction.

Alaric: I guess my meds are still making me look more "alive". Can you close your eyes and pretend I'm hot?

Alaric: Maybe you even wanna kiss me?

Araceli: Even though I'm not your type? You want me to kiss you?

Alaric: Yeah, you're not. But maybe you can restore me back to my former glory.

Alaric: Since you said you're immortal. I wanna "see" it for myself.

Alaric's subtle plea for eternal youth and enduring beauty resonated with Araceli. In response, she made a bold decision. With a determined expression, she turned away and bit into her wrist, allowing two large drops of her own blood to flow out. Turning back to Alaric, she approached him as he kept his eyes closed, waiting for her. Araceli leaned in, her lips stained with her own blood, and kissed him on the lips.

Araceli: She whispered. You're so hot...But don't say I didn't warn you.

As Araceli's blood flowed into Alaric's mouth, a sharp and intense sensation coursed through his body. His breath quickened, and he began to moan louder with each second. His limbs quivered, and the transformation took hold as if his very essence was being rewritten. Then, Alaric's body lay still, as if life had abandoned him. But underneath the surface, profound changes were unfolding. His once gorgeous olive skin has become paler as the bite marks on his neck disappeared, and his thick dark chocolate brown hair began to grow back, regaining its former luster. Muscles returned to his arms and legs, reshaping his physique, and the redness returned to his lips. His body's transformation was accompanied by the emergence of two fangs, growing from his upper teeth. When Alaric finally woke, his bright amber eyes, once soft and serene, had taken on an foreboding and malignant aura. The price for his wish for immortality had been paid, and the consequences of this supernatural exchange had become unmistakably clear.

Araceli: So, does it hurt?

Alaric: I can't feel the pain...But I am thirsty.

Araceli: Of course, you have to be.

In the hushed stillness of the night, Alaric lurked in the shadows, hidden from view. His heart was heavy as he observed his ex-girlfriend Lydia, who was returning home from a friend's early Halloween party with her new boyfriend and his best friend, Rick and both were wearing costumes. Their laughter and conversation carried on the quiet night air, Lydia's giggles a bittersweet reminder of the past they had shared. Lydia was unaware of Alaric's presence hiding in the background as he concealed himself in darkness, listening to her lively conversation with Rick.

Lydia: She sang. "I put a spell on you..."

Lydia: "Now you're mine". "I put a spell on you..."

Lydia: That was such a heck of a party. I loved how they made us dance in circles and sang my favorite Annie Lennox song.

Rick: Yeah, it was WILD in there. I died at someone dropping muffins on a dude dressed like a zombie.

Rick: That was so epic, babe.

Lydia: Omg, I wished I could dance there all night, Rick. A lot more stimulating than those boring hospital visits.

Rick: Speaking of that, how is your so-called prince charming doing?

Lydia: He's barely getting better. Doctors told me he's about to die soon anyway.

Lydia: Honestly, I don't see the point of visiting him anymore. I'm so tired of his ego.

Rick: I can imagine. I feel sorry you have to tolerate his nonsense for 4 years.

Rick: I guess him getting cancer was his karma of always getting what he wants.

Lydia: Yeah, I just don't feel the "spark" between me and him anymore.

As Alaric overheard Lydia and Rick's conversation, the anger within him began to smolder. Their words about him not caring whether he lived or died in the hospital cut deep, stoking the fires of his fury. They remained oblivious to his proximity, assuming he was confined to a hospital bed, unaware that he had been reborn as a vampire, lurking nearby. Then, in the middle of their conversation, Lydia and Rick leaned in to share a kiss, blissfully unaware of the approaching danger. In an instant, Alaric appeared in front of them. Their expressions twisted from affection to fear, as they were confronted by the unexpected and ominous arrival of the once-dying man they had so callously dismissed.

Alaric: Good evening to you two...Happy to see me?

Alaric: Miraculously, I "recovered". Guess the blood transfusion worked after all.

Lydia, feeling tense and fearful upon the unexpected reappearance of her undead ex, made an attempt to mask her unease with a facade of happiness. She put on a smile and expressed delight at seeing him looking so vibrant and "alive".

Lydia: Alaric! You're alive...How did you recover so quickly?

Lydia: You were so colorless and hairless, but now look at the color on you! I missed my prince charming so much!

Then, she went a step further, feigning tears of emotions while hugging him. She claimed to have been visiting his parents daily, sending them condolences, and painted herself as a grieving, remorseful figure. Her performance, though shaky, was an attempt to divert any potential threat and win favor in the presence of her resurrected ex-boyfriend.

Lydia: All I could think about was you. I visited your parents everyday and prayed for your return.

Lydia: I'm glad God answered my prayers...

Alaric: He did and now I'm back...Feeling a new zest for life.

Though well aware of the deceit in Lydia's actions, he decided to play along, curious to see just how far she would take her web of lies. He adopted a facade of innocence, pretending to be oblivious to the truth, and inquired about why she had been seen in the company of his best friend and engaging in kisses, especially considering he had been supposedly trapped in the hospital, undergoing grueling chemotherapy treatments. His seemingly innocent questioning served as a test of Lydia's honesty, pushing her to delve deeper into her tangled web of falsehoods.

Alaric: But I'm wondering...Why were you holding hands and kissing my best buddy Rick?

Alaric: Knowing I was fighting for my dear life in the hospital.

Lydia: Umm, I wasn't. Rick and I...We were only talking about how worried we were about you.

Lydia: We were planning to send you gifts and cards since you couldn't celebrate with us.