The Morganville Vampires - The Mystery Of Amelie, Bishop, Oliver and Myrnin.

Chapter 2 - Awakening

I awoke, seeing myself infront of me, a face contorted with anger and rage, but also, outright fear, and loathing of my father. How could he do that to me? Or more importantly; what did he do to me? As I thought about it, I realised that my eyes were turning a bright, hungry crimson, as my teeth sprouted and grew fangs, I shrieked and jerked backwards. It was just a mirror, I thought, but honestly, that didn't make me feel any better. I cautiously moved back infront of the mirror and studied the hideously feral reflection of myself. My hair had stayed the same, the usual blonde curls, but my skin, it was as pale as death, and my eyes, when you looked past the fear in them, were animal like, monstrous.

I tried for a smile, but was interupted by a parched feeling in my throat, it hurt, no, it burnt, it coarsed through my veins as my reflection let out a snarl that I didn't want to give, and the beast within lunged for the door.

The midnight sky was beautiful, like looking at something in high definition, the moon was full, and i was hungry, although I had no idea what for. I walked through the night and down an alleyway, until i found a stranger in the corner. 'Spare a few coins, would you love?' said the weak man, as I studied him with my ice cold eyes. The burning in my throat had gotten worse, and I had a sudden urge to bite the defenseless man, and before I could think about it. I smiled a smile that was not my own, and leaped like a tiger on to the man as his screams filled the night, echoing beautifully through the alleyway as I buried my fangs deeper and deeper into his neck, sucking any last signs of life from him.

Realising what I had done, I backed off, appalled, and let fresh tears run down my face, when I heard clapping. 'Well done, little one, you have quite the finishing touch.' said my father. I whirled, snarling, and lunged for him, but he just threw me off, laughing, and before I could protest, he disappeared into the night sky, along with the mans screams of pain.

I slumped at the wall of the alley, lost, alone, having no idea what I was, or why I craved blood, but everytime I thought about it, the thirst became worse, and the only word I could think to describe myself would be, vampire.