My Lovely, Wonderful Were-Vamp

Chapter 3

 

My father stood up and bowed, I followed his lead and the priest slowly walked towards us. “Welcome,” he said in a gravelly voice. He was around 5”11, skinny, and very pale. He was wearing a long black robe with a hood that shielded his face. “We apologize for turning up so suddenly, without notice,” Dad said.

 “It’s fine, I wasn’t sleeping,” a glimmer of a smile crossed his face. Dad smiled meekly, I could tell he wasn’t in the mood for jokes. “Yes, well today my family had dinner with another family, the Hanovers…”

The high priest cut him off, “I do not know of them, are they like us?”

“No, they are human,” I replied for dad.

“Anyway,” My father went on, “Nate saw their daughter, Vanessa, and imprinted on her.”

“That is impossible, unless they have any Were-Vamp blood in them, he must be imagining it.”

“I checked all the way back a hundred generations, they are as pure as humans can be. Not a drop of our kind of blood.”

The Priest was silent when all of the sudden I was engulfed by blackness. I felt myself collapse to the floor and I heard the priest’s voice in my head, “You believe she is your mate?”

“Yes,” I thought.

“Why?”

“It hurts to be away from her, and I can feel her pain.”

“You can?”

“Yes.”

“How do you know?”

“She called me, I heard her bang her foot and I felt a sharp pain in my foot and then we both said ‘ow’ at the same time.”

All at once I felt the priest let go of my mind and I could see again. I wasn’t hard to adjust to the light, because there wasn’t much of it. There were no windows in the room since the high priest can’t be exposed to sunlight. (The rest of us can, but not the high priest.) Thus the room was mostly dark, but the priest started lighting candles in the shape of a star. “Nathaniel,” he whispered, “Please join me in the middle of the circle, we will summon our creator down to earth. He will explain what is happening to you.”

I hesitated, but my father pushed me forward. I stood frozen in the circle as the priest began to chant. It was all mumbo jumbo to me and suddenly it got cold, I heard a ‘whoosh,’ and a thick mist formed inside the circle. “As usual,” I heard a deep, booming voice say, “You summon me when you are too lazy to consult the book.”

“N…n…no master,” the pries stuttered, “This is a matter of which I have never learnt about. Nathaniel has imprinted on a pureblood human.”

“Sometimes,” The Creator said, “Purebloods aren’t supposed to be Purebloods.”

“I don’t understand, my lord.”

“When a pureblood child is in the mother’s womb, it is taught by an angel everything there is to know about life. Right before he or she is born, the angel touches the child above their lips, that’s why they have an indentation. At that moment they forget everything.

When Were-Vamps are in the womb, I teach them everything there is to know about life and Were-Vamps. Then before you leave the womb, I put my finger under your nose, removing the knowledge, but giving you the special gift each Were-Vamp is gifted with. Sometimes I am teaching the child and I am called away on an extremely urgent matter. These children are born into a Were- Vamp family but don’t have a gift.”

“But she wasn’t born into a Were-Vamp family. They are one hundred percent human.” I interrupted.

The creator sighed, or that’s what it sounded like. “What is her name?” He asked. I could tell his question was directed at me.

“Vanessa Hanover.”

I heard a chuckle and the mist surrounding us began to collect and form. Slowly I could tell it was forming into the shape of a body. At last, I saw before me a six foot three man who looked to be around mid- forties. (Obviously I knew this was The Creator and he is actually hundreds of years old.) He had a goatee, but it looked good on him. He came to stand next to me and asked, “Do you really think she is the one?”

“Yes.”

“Look into my eyes and tell me.”

 I looked into his startling green eyes and whispered, “She is the one.”

The Creator gasped, “There are some,” He murmured, “Who at a glance seem normal, but at a second glance you see they are supposed to be like us.”

“Why?” The priest asked, “Why are they supposed to be like us, they are in a normal family.”

“We Were-Vamps have to keep up our image. Mundies, (he used the word for humans we try to avoid, as it is insulting,) call us Vampires. They believe if we bite a human they can become a Vampire too. They also believe we drink blood.”

I snorted and The Creator laughed along. “It’s not true of course. Except for the high pries who can change mundies. Those few who are supposed to be like us get turned by a high priest. They make sure there is one mundie witness, thus keeping up our image.”

“Is it painful, getting changed?” I asked.

“Very.”

“When does it happen?”

“Each one has a set date, Vanessa’s, however, is in a year from tomorrow.”

“How painful is painful?” I inquired worriedly.

“Imagine being run over by a train.”

I did and flinched, “Ow.”

“Now multiply it by eighteen hundred.”

My brain went into shock, “The pain could kill her!” I blurted out.

“Yes, yes it could.”