Sam's POV
The darkness still surrounds me. Painless darkness begins to bore me. I have been staring at the darkness for who knows how long. All I can do is stare. I’m powerless, unable to speak, listen, feel or even move. Just stare.
It’s this how death feels like?
I don’t know but it’s very boring. I would pity all the dead for getting stuck in here. I stay there, hoping and praying that someone will come and save me.
The last thing I remember is feeling cold. The memory of the cold is terrible, reminding me that I could have died because of the cold.
Maybe I did die because of the cold.
At that very thought, the darkness slowly brightens up. I squint my eyes at the brightness since I can’t move my arm. I let my eyes adjust itself before I open my eyes widely to see a man. Not too old, maybe in his 20’s. He has grey eyes and extremely pale skin. He’s not smiling at me, he’s emotionless. No movement like a picture of him.
Who is he? Is he God?
There’s something about him that wants me to hug him. Someone I loved.
The man’s picture disappears, replacing by a picture of a girl and a boy. Maybe teenagers. The two are hugging so I can’t see the boy’s face. The girl has the very same grey eyes as the man who appeared before but with tan skin. I would say the man and her are related, perhaps siblings. I can’t describe anything about the boy except that he has tan skin.
The girl wants me to be protective over her. Not letting her in harm’s way. I’d do anything for her to be safe.
The teenagers’ disappear, the darkness comes back. What does this mean? Is it a sign? All the feelings I felt for them is fading, like I’m turning into someone with no feelings.
No love. No happiness. Not even anger. Just nothing. Those feelings are nothing but pointless words to me.
The blackness slowly turns color. Bright and livid red surrounds me. Somehow, the red makes me excited. Everything in me is fighting for control to reach it. I look closely to see what the red is.
Blood.
Everything does not matter to me anymore, just blood. I would do anything for blood.
Before I can jump into conclusions, I can hear a sound. Not just any sound but a voice. It is soft at first, getting louder as time pass.
“I saved her but I can’t tell if she might never be the same again,” the voice says.
I hear someone sniff. “What do you mean by ‘she’ll never be the same again’?” another voice asks, like a girl.
The first voice, which is a woman’s voice answer her, “I don’t know either. Not many record but death is popular among those who don’t drink for many days. Some says the vampire can become a blood-crazed monster too. In this case, I can guarantee you that she’s not dead.”
“So there is a possibility that she’ll be a monster?” the girl asks shakily. I can tell by her voice that she’s fighting not to cry.
Now I can feel my body. I can open my eyes. I can sit up and run miles away from here. But I also can’t. Something is stopping me from moving. So I listen to them.
“There’s only one way to find out. Don’t be surprise if she changed,” the woman stops before adding, “I recommend bringing Jake in. Sam’s condition is still unstable.”
The girl snorts. “He needs to learn to live without me sometimes, Nora.”
The woman sighs, as if she expected it.
