Unexpectedly Undead

Unexpectedly Undead Chapter 4

-Resurrection-

Macon crawled back inside the van and moved Olivia's long black hair away from her neck. Her skin was almost as pale as his own, which worried him. He placed his fingers against her throat. No pulse.

"What the hell?" He questioned, mostly to himself. He picked her up from the cushioned bench seat and cradled her in his arms. Macon's eyes met Caroline. "Get the door." He said, nodding toward the crypt.

"What's going on?" Samuel asked. Macon answered his question with another.

"Where exactly did you bite her?"

"There." Samuel pointed as the walked. "Where that bloody piece of your shirt is tied."

The massive wooden and cast iron doors swung open with a loud creak, and sounded just as horrible closing behind them.

Once inside the small room, Samuel nervously placed his hand on a stone diamond-shaped crest attached to one of the tombs. Macon noticed the slight shaking of his hand and caught his eye.

"Relax Samuel. She's going to be alright."

Samuel nodded as he pressed on the crest and a loud -but low- rumble ensued. Think of the noise you would create by rubbing two bricks together, multiplied by a thousand. A six foot by six foot section of the crypt's flooring moved out of sight, revealing a marble staircase leading underground.

"What do you think is going on Macon?" Caroline asked as they descended the steps. Freshly oiled lanterns were lit and lined the stairwell giving off a pleasant, yet ominous glow.

"Honestly? I believe she's changing." He answered. The others looked upon him with curious expressions.

"Is that even possible? Can someone change so quickly after being bitten?" Samuel asked, concern deep within his voice. Macon wondered why Samuel was so upset over the girl. Was it because he was responsible for her fate?

"The shortest incubation time I've ever heard of was eleven hours." Macon answered.

"And how long since she's been bitten?" He asked. They had reached the bottom of the staircase and entered a quite large antechamber. Macon nodded toward the first door on the left, which Caroline quickly sprinted to.

"You're the one who bit her, brother. You should know, but since the concept of time has alluded you I shall aid in your enlightenment." Macon playfully stated as he held on to Olivia and simultaneously looked at his watch. "It's been two hours and forty five minutes, give or take a few."

Caroline opened the door allowing Macon and Samuel to enter a rather lavish lounge. Macon placed Olivia's body on the nearest couch and sighed.

"So, why do you think she's changing so soon?" Caroline asked. She too -Macon observed- was showing a heightened sense of concern for Olivia that he found odd.

He untied the bloody piece of shirt from Olivia's forearm to reveal a green patch of skin surrounded by gray scar tissue and thin red and green veins, yet the wound appeared to be healed aside from these discolorations.

"Because initial wound regeneration is one of the last steps, and hers is nearly healed." Macon answered.

Granted he was much older than Caroline and slightly older than his brother, the swiftness of her change was bizarre even to him. He needed to speak with one of their kind who was much older than he. He needed to see Ms. Anna.

Macon instructed the others to stay with Olivia's body, for her reanimation could take place at any moment. He left the lounge and -at a leisurely pace- made his way to Ms. Anna's chambers, all the while trying to figure out what to say.