A Vampire and a Dying Girl

The Truth Revealed

7/10/08

A bright light is on as I wake inside a bright green painted room. Posters and pictures litter the floor and a bulletin board is overflowing beside a mahogany desk. I realize I am on a couch covered in a black blanket. 

I try to sit up but I can barely move from the stiffness in my limbs. I look down at my arms, they are covered in white bandages.

 I remember bits and pieces of what had happened, how I jumped from a car and the explosion, the only thing I don't remember is how I got here, wherever this is.

I hear footsteps as I make my way to a sitting position. Strong hands grab my shoulders and help making the transition easier. Then I hear a soft voice that sends butterflies to my stomach and makes my head buzz. "You should take it easy for a while, you were pretty banged up." Concern filled his voice,

I look up and I remember those beautiful green eyes. It was him. 

The one who rescued me, once again I hear his melodic voice, "You might feel a little dizzy. You took a hard fall when you jumped, by the way I'm Blake." 

He gets up and walks into another room leaving the door open. I hear a sink running and then his footsteps as he comes back holding a glass of water and a couple Ibuprofen.

I take the medicine from his hand and down them both with one swallow and try to finish the glass of water. 

After I finish I thank him and set the glass down on the small coffee table, wincing at the noise. "How long have I been here?" I ask my voice cracking from sleep. 

He looks up at me a hint of a sadness shows in his eyes as he says "Almost 4 days." I stare at him shocked, almost dumbfounded at the idea of sleeping for 4 days.

I jump off of the couch and almost fall to the floor. He catches me and holds me while I find my balance "I've been asleep for 4 days!" Still sounding like a dying cow from my dry mouth. He nods his head solemnly. "Your heart stopped twice. I had to do CPR to keep you alive." I feel like I'm going to be sick as I realize that I almost died twice, but also in awe that he could have saved me more than once already.

I wonder why he did it. I'm not worth anything and yet he would go to the trouble of saving me three times within a week. 

I keep asking myself this as I sit down on the couch and try to think through what's been happening this past week."Why?" My voice is barely a whisper to the man still standing beside me. I look up into his eyes and I see care and almost a hint of sadness.

Blake never answered and I let the question drop, hoping he would answer me later.

I try for a different question. "Who were those people?" He sits down beside me and puts his face in his hands, ruffling his hair back. "They were nephilim slave traders." I can barely hear him. "What are nephilim?" Trying to avoid the fact they were sending me to a slave trade. "They are the offspring of a woman and an angle." He looks at me as if he thought I might blow up from the answer he gave me from what I had heard, but I am not new to paranormalcy.

 I tell him of a memory I had years ago when I was little about an angle. "Once I thought I dreamt of an angel sitting on a roof just outside the orphanage, but once I got up and walked to the window I realized it was real. It had black wings but they were tattered and torn, but that's all I remember because it left after a moment and I never saw it again." He looks at me, his jaw dropping. "It was a fallen angel if its wings were ripped." He pauses for a moment and stands up, "Only nephilim can see an angel's wings." I look up at him still confused about what he is saying. "Fallen angels are those who came to earth, but when they did so their wings would be ripped out. They could never see heaven again; they were cast down to earth as punishment." He looks down at me, "There is only one way you could have seen its wings." He is pacing through the room hands clasped behind his back, and he suddenly stops and almost runs from the room. When he returns he is carrying a large leather book sewn together with a sandy brown yarn; the leather is worn and has rips in the seam.

He sits beside me and we share the book, resting the sides on or legs as he flips several pages before he finds the one he is looking for. 

 He blows the page and a cloud of dust rises from the thin material. I cough and wave my hand trying to hurry the disperse of the cloud of dust before I begin to cough anymore. 

The book is written in a different language but I can read it as clear as day, it's an old language not like one you would normally see, the top of the page reads Nephilim.

As soon as I read the words my head begins to throb and ache at my temples and behind my eyes, it flares to the rest of my skull until it hurts so bad I think I am going to pass out I grab my head in attempt to stop the headache. 

I stand and grab my head almost falling to the floor in pain as I reach for the ice pack that I had earlier hoping to relieve the pain and go on reading about the Nephilim. I fall to my hands feeling the ache within my legs and arms from the crash and I lay on my side as I hear Blake shouting but its like its coming from a distance, he is by my side in seconds, cradling my head in his hands.

 I can feel myself being lifted and carried but my head hurts to much to care where, I am set on a soft surface and it is silent for a while but I hear water running from somewhere probably the bathroom due to the amount of water I hear. I wince as the pain shoots all over my skull. It feels as if it is being ripped apart or bashed in with a baseball bat. 

Blake comes back and tells me there's a hot bath if I need it and that it would help the headache, as he shut the door I undress quickly making sure to reach the bathroom before the immense pain returns, as I slip into the bathroom and sink down into the hot water closing my eyes.

I can feel the headache ease and soon fade into a buzz in the back of my mind. When I open my eyes I see writing on the wall, it's that same language from the book. It's unlike any other language I've ever seen, there are dashes and dots and squiggly lines in all the wrong places for it to Spanish or dutch, both of which I am fluent in, I close my eyes and will myself to relax but as my eyes shut I hear Blake's voice in my head, "She is changing, she is becoming what she really is." there is a pause as I try to focus on the voice but it's gone and I don't hear him anymore. 

I open my eyes and the writing is gone and replaced is plain white walls, the floors are black tile. I get out of the bath, headache gone for now. I stand and wrap myself in a fluffy white towel and walk out of the bathroom, I reach the bed and find a pile of fresh clothes for me to wear. The shirt is way to big for me and and the pants barely hang to my hips as I pull the drawstring as tight as I can. I lay down on the bed and instantly fall asleep hoping the nightmares will leave me tonight.