Due to what happened the last time i went out alone i was given desk duty to fill up my time until andy had the ok from our Doctor. I was more than just disppleased about that, it had taken 2 years of hard training just to learn the basics and now i'd had 1 year tryout with a partner by my side, i was starting to feel the aprin strings and i didnt like it. 3 years for me seemed like a long time to learn anything, I still couldnt manage to wrap my head around the fact that i had unlimited time on my hands.
While i had been in training, i had progressed so fast that my tutors didnt know what to do with me, never before had they had a trainee who progressed as i had, so Martha just told them to adapt to my tempo. With that thought in mind after 2 years i had manged to learn what took others more than 10 years to master. While i had been human, there hadnt been anything extraordinary about me, just your average student, now i was anything but normal even for an immortal.
The modern term given to us would be 'Vampire' but we are far from what Hollywood made us out to be. Funny thing is i hadnt had any difficulties adapting to the idea of me becoming a soulless monster, what with the whole supernatural hype i thought i knew what was coming my way, i mean hey be young and beautiful forever, who wouldnt like that, right? Who cares if i have to suck some blood every now and then, it comes all handy in blood bags and all. But sadily that was not to be.
Although i would'nt age as a human anymore i still would age at some point, maybe in a 100 years i would look a year older maybe not, it all depended on how i lived. Suck peoples blood? No such thing, i didnt suck anything unless you meant the straw on my chocolate milk. And the thing with sunlight, yeah right, i had spent 3 months at the beach in New Hampshere, Portland tracking down an idiot ghul who had a taste for old grannies.
And so here i sat, going through old files and doing paper work and though i should be greatful that i had time for a breather and that i wouldnt be running into my new stalker friend, i wasnt the sort to hide while hunted. I mean i would have done that before, but not now, not after years of training and no bigger mishap in the year i was out and about. Lack of self-confidence wasnt one of my new weaknesses and although i knew i still hadnt learnt all there was to learn, i knew i could possess some confidence in my newfound abilities.
I often become restless if i didnt have a physical out-let for my energy, it explained so many of my strengths, the ability to fight and learn new techniques in a matter of days or weeks, the innate sense to track and to find my quarry no matter how long the hunt lasts. Even now i could feel the urge, the urge to move, to hunt and track, before my senses awoke with my new life i would never have believed to have this in me, this bloodthirstiness.
Opening the third and bottom drawer in my desk i cant help but take out the handbook which i have read countless times over the past 3 years, at first as a rule guide and now more to find ways around those rules which at first governed my life. Although i no longer needed it to know what was written in it, it helped me remember how much my life had changed, how much i've gained and how much i've lost. Even now, looking around me I'm reminded of how much my life has changed.
Samuel, a 20ish year old ghost who died in the late 1920's in england and somehow found his way across the ocean and landed here, together with me, was in fact the first face i saw when i woke up in a private clinic in the Upper East Side of New York. At first i didnt notice anything different about sam but as he moved, the light went right thorugh him. I blinked several times thinking that would help but nothing changed about what i saw as i followed him move through the room, i wasnt sure what i was seeing. Was i dreaming? or had i gone past the surreal and dropped into a parallel universe? I think that was when he first noticed that i could see him, the monitors went into over-drive as my heart beat went crazy, drawing his gaze to mine.
" Holy Shit! Can you see me?" he sounded as incredulous as i felt.
I nodded my head slowly, the muscles in my neck to weakend from lack of use that i couldnt do much more. A wide grin spread over his face as he moved closer, " This is the first time in over 50 years that thats happend and the last time was only when he was about to die so that doesnt really count." He was overjoyed.
Seeing as i couldnt find my voice to answer, i did nothing more then stare at him. Not sure as to what was happening and feeling as powerless as never before but with so much surpressed power in my body wanting to get free that i began to fret. The alarming rise in my heart rate must have warned a nurse that something was wrong, for the door to the room i was laying in opened with a rush. A short blonde stopped short but quickly found her footing again and rushed forward, "It's ok, everythings going to be alright, just calm down, shush, shush, take a deep breath. Everythings going to be alright, i promise.".
I really hated it when people said that. How were they to know everthing would be ok, i didnt even know where i was and what was happening. The last thing i could remember was....... Nothing, nothing came to mind, not my name, nothing. That only helped in panicking me even more, i could taste the sour taste on my tongue, smell it in the air. I tried to sit up but my body didnt react how i wanted it to, first i shot forward but in the next moment i was back on my back even before my thought ended.
" Oh dear," I heard the women say as she moved around the bed to check the monitors, her voice sounded far away as my blood rushed in my ears, i couldnt focus on her, my vision blurred and my mind reeled. " This will make you feel better, trust me." and she pressed a small red button on the side of the machine.
I heard the liquid move slowly through the tubing and into my vein, with every beat of my franticly beating heart it spread through my body, numbing my mind and sending me back into a sleep i had just awoken form.
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Another Me
FantasyI woke to a world changed. Not knowing who i was, i was given the name Dahlia. My city showed a face that was darker and more deadly than i had ever known. Now i am a hunter, reborn to a third family that has taken me in and taught me how to survive...