A Poisonous Soul. (editing)

Chapter 6 (complete)

Copyright c 2011.

Chapter Six

^*^ My vision is hazy and my hearing is muffled. I can vaguely make out a dank room without light or sound. It looks like a basement. It has that isolated, damp feel to it. One minute I am lying in my bed, dreaming about James, and the next I am here. I start looking around trying to get some semblance of where I am. I can see a flickering candle that barely lights the room. I can see an outline of a person on a bed. The bed has no sheets or covers, just the mattress on a four-poster bedframe. I look down involuntarily to see a small table on wheels with an old looking blade, a cup, and a bag of blood. My brain is screaming at the strangeness of those items but my body is not. I try to move on my own and realize that I can’t. I feel compelled toward the body on the bed. As I get closer I recognize Steve Dossen as the man on the bed. He's sitting up against the head of the bed looking scared. Something's not right. It has a dream-like quality at the same time it feels so real.

A strange disembodied voice rumbles through me, "Ok, Steve, lie down.” The voice waits for him to comply before responding. “Now get into a straight position on the bed, equal space away from each side of the mattress." That’s when I realize that I am the one talking but it is not my voice. "Remember what I told you, go with your instincts. You are going to want to fight against this change, so follow that," I felt my lips move in sync with the words but the voice was muffled, strange, and male.

"I don't want to fight you, man." Steve says. I chuckle, "You can't hurt me. Trust me, if you try to fight against yourself, then the process can get very messy." I can actually feel my own amusement. I have never had a dream this vivid before. Then Steve gets very pale. I turn away from him to pull that little table over to the side of the bed. Steve sinks down as instructed and looks up at the ceiling. I feel my body turn towards him and I notice he doesn’t seem too afraid. He looks anticipatory. "You still sure? There is a chance your body will just shut down and die. There is no coming back after that. And once I start, I won't stop." I feel myself saying. He looks at me, "I'm sure," then he looks back up.

I kneel on the side of the bed and quickly grab both his wrists. I feel a pressure on my upper and lower gums. It feels amazing. Like I have been starved for weeks and now I'm able to feed. I use my tongue to feel along my teeth, noticing the elongated canines on top and smaller ones on bottom. So fast I don't even realize what’s happening, I latch onto the left side of Steve's neck. I feel the amazing rush of adrenaline and pleasure in the feel of my fangs sliding through his skin. I start pulling his blood from his artery. Pull after pull of fluid rushing over my tongue. My brain shuts down and an almost primitive, animalistic instinct takes over. This is life. This is what I live for. I can still hear the rational side of me saying I am dreaming but I can feel this happening. I am taking Steve's life and I am enjoying it. ^*^

Steve starts kicking and bucking trying to get me off. I made sure that it didn't hurt when I bit him but the human brain recognizes the danger of what I am. After another few minutes he stops moving. His pallor becomes grey and his heart slows way down. My primitive side is satisfied and my rational side returns. I have to time this perfectly. His heart still has to beat, but just barely. I need his brain to stay alive. No more than a few seconds can pass between me removing his blood and giving him mine. I give myself a pep talk, “Ok James. Let’s do this.” I let go of his arms and grab the knife. I cut my left wrist to fill the cup with my blood. I physically sit Steve up and compel him to drink. His hands lift to grab the cup and he starts drinking. He has to drink it all. My blood will go into his stomach and his body will absorb what I am. As this happens his cells fuse my blood with his blood to create vampyre. That is why it takes a little over two days to make a new creature.