“Why, ‘ello there,” said a British-sounding voice. The voice sounded friendly, like we had been friends for years. When I opened my eyes, I saw a handsome guy. He had pale skin and straight brunette hair that just barely covered his eyes. After he swept the hair out of his eyes, I saw that he had gorgeous, cinnamon-colored eyes. The British guy had big lips that were a pale pink. His overall appearance was attractive.
“Hello? Who are you, and what did you do to me?” I asked. I didn’t recognize the man; was I supposed to? He didn’t look familiar, but he gave the impression that he knew who I was.
“My name’s Drakko, and since I fancied some blood, I decided to get myself a fit supper…” Wait, what? First, I wake up in a mysterious graveyard that I’d never been in, and now someone was saying that they ate me? I wondered if I was in some weird, crazy dream.
“Excuse me,” I questioned, “but you basically just said that you drank my blood. Are you insane?”
“If you haven’t noticed, I’m a Vampire, and I drank your blood. The venom spread through your body, and now you’re a Vampire too. Is it bloody clear enough now?” A few minute’s silence followed.
“Since I’m a Vampire now, do I have fangs and bright red eyes?” I asked excitedly. If this was some sort of prank, I might as well play along. I laughed, but Drakko didn’t seem to be amused.
“Blimey!” he exclaimed, “You know, I really do hate it when people believe the stereotypes! No, you look like any beautiful human would.” Drakko was serious about the whole “Vampire” thing, which was weird. I mean, I guess it would make sense; I am kind of thirsty for blood, and there’s no rational explanation for that.
I had wondered if Vampires were real at times in my life; times where I was too young to put logic into my thinking. I had considered the notion, but not seriously. I’m not insane!
“So I’m beautiful now, am I,” I paused, “What exactly do I look like?”
“Well, you have long wavy brunette hair, pale skin, heart-shaped lips, and light golden eyes, but the eyes and skin are the only things that changed. You’re very dishy, one might say.” He smiled. I wondered what “dishy” was supposed to indicate.
“Dishy? What’s that supposed to mean?” I questioned. How was I supposed to comprehend British slang? It was like trying to speak a foreign language.
Drakko replied, “It means that you’re attractive, pretty, or however an American would say it... It’s a good thing.” Well that’s nice; he thinks I’m pretty.
“So, Drakko, who do you hang out with?” I asked. He looked confused. I had a feeling that he had no idea what the “bloody hell” I was talking about.
Drakko said, “Pardon? I don’t understand your American rubbish talk.”
“Who do you spend your free time with?” Does he have any friends? A good-looking guy like Drakko would usually have a girlfriend in my world. I’ve got to say; right now I’m fine with not being in my world for once.
“Oh, I have a few mates. We go get grub together sometimes. There’s this one girl, Maribella, I think you’ll like her a lot. She’s charming, pretty, and really smart.” Drakko went on for a couple of minutes about how great he thought Maribella was.
He mentioned: “We’ve known each other for a couple of decades. She’s the best woman that I’ve ever met so far.” Okay, I might be envious. “Best woman ever”? Yeah, I’m pretty jealous.
I asked him, “Is she your girlfriend? It sounds like you like her a lot.” He sighed. Drakko then looked down, as if he were embarrassed.
“No, she isn’t my girlfriend. I love her, but she doesn’t love me back. Not in the way I do.” Poor guy, He looks heartbroken. Like the one person he loved most doesn’t feel the way he does.
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Awakening
FantasyI was happy with my old life, I was. But life seems to like to keep it fresh and keep me guessing as to what's going to happen next. My entire life changed with one bite.
