Stockholm Syndrome |||Solby

CHAPTER 11

March 19 1724- Cole

"Okay, just a little further." Oliver was leading me to a secret cove where he preformed his magic. Part of me hadn't believed him when he said he could turn me. He said it so calmly, like it was a normal request.

"Yeah I can do it, just give me a couple months. When we come back for your birthday I'll be ready."

A couple months passed, and here he was, leading me to my fate.

"Wonderful." Oliver muttered as he stepped foot into the cove. It was damp, water dripped from the ceiling and birds could be heard chirping from a distance. "Okay sit right there." He pointed to a rock that was probably three feet tall, i walked over and sat on it.

I watched as he set up his book on a makeshift table, he flipped around before landing on the right page. Oliver smiled. He bent over and grabbed a cup. He stack his fingers into the cup and walked over to me. He swiped his fingers across my forehead then shoved the cup into my chest. "Drink." He demanded. I took the cup and chugged it. "It tastes like shit." I tossed the cup and shushed me. "Stand." I stood up and he started chanting.

"In monstrum dente verte."

I felt my gums become sore and something pierced through them. I let out a scream of pain.

"Fac eum mortuum, sed vivifica illum."

I felt my heart stop, and for a second everything went black. But before i could register what happened i was back.

"da ei omne tempus in mundo."

I started to remember things about my life that had been forgotten. The day i was born, my mother crying next to my father, me in my crib. I was watching from the third person.

"Da ei ingenium sicut sol."

I felt my body get hot and i felt every grudge i ever had resurface. I wanted to hunt down every one of them and rip their heads off.

"Discat componere."

All the anger flew out of me and I became even minded. I felt like no one had ever wronged me, and if they had I didn't care.

"Humanum sanguinem desideret."

All of a sudden i was craving for the drink a had moments before. I picked up the cup and tried to drink every last drop.

"Denique unum cum natura fac. Sit liber."

All my past emotions stopped, the craving stopped, the pain stopped. I fell to the floor with no energy to get up. I saw Oliver run over to me. "Cole, Cole stop get up." He sat down next to me and pulled my head onto his lap. "C'mon Cole, don't die like this." We sat there for a minute, i was still unable to move. My mind was going a mile a minute but i had no control over my body. He shifted a little bit and pulled something out of his back pocket. He took his hand off of my face and rolled up his sleeve. "Fuck." He mumbled. After a second he placed his arm in front of my face. "Here, drink." Blood dripped off his arm. I pushed him away, "No." I whispered. "Cole, you will die if you don't." He practically shoved his arm into my mouth. I tried to resist, but when the warm red liquid filled my mouth i couldn't stop. He pulled his arm away, "Okay, don't kill me." He slid his sleeve back down his arm and put the knife back in his pocket.

He looked at me and smiled. "I'm glad you didn't die." He said. We were half way back to my house and neither of us had spoken. "Me too." We came up to the house and Oliver laughed. "What?" I turned to look at him, and he wasn't laughing anymore, he was sobbing. "Oliver?" I bent down in front of him and grabbed his hand. "I love you." He said through sobs. "I love you too. Whats wrong?" He looked up at me and through tears said, "Their coming after me, they want me dead. They know I'm here." "Who?" He wiped his eyes and stood up. "The others. The test subjects. They are trying to kill me!" Tears continued to pour down his face. I pulled him into a tight hug, i could feel him rest his head on my shoulder. "I won't let them, no one will hurt you. I promise."