Desire of the Vampire Prince.

The Transition

Chapter 1

Months Earlier

I awake to the sound of my brother banging on my door telling me to wake up. I begrudgingly get up and head to the shower. Stepping in the shower I curse the shower head as it greets me with a new bruise on the crown of my head. I am little above average height for a 14 year old.

My stream of obscenities flows well during the shower. I then get into the flow of my morning routine. Soon I step out of the shower wrapping myself in a towel and rushing to my room to get dressed. I thrust open my bathroom door straight into a graceful face-plant.

"What the HELL!" I look around for the source of my humiliation. My eyes land on a fat mound of fur peeking at me with bashful eyes. Cat. The family dog. Yes, a dog named cat. My sister thought it was cute when she heard her friend had a cat named Puppy. I think it is ridiculous. "Why are you in my room?" I ask rhetorically. Exasperated, I spring up off the ground naked having lost my towel in the fall. I continue my way across my room to my closet. Searching for an outfit, I disregard my lack of clothing. I soon just slip into dark wash jeans and a plain black t-shirt.

Arriving at my school is usual. Walking in the door to insults from the majority of the male population. I rush to my class greeting my friends, trying to beat the tardy bell. Then go through the routine of boring teachers and talking to people I don't care for and acting happy. The lesson of life, Life is a charade. It is all an act. Just smile and nod. But today was different.

During class I get a minor headache. That is not unusual for I get a lot of headaches. But soon it seems like every move I make is making my temples explode. I start to sweat and shake. Then out of nowhere I feel like my very skin is on fire, dropping me to the floor. I hear worried voices talking and shouting for help. But it seems unimportant with the feeling of a painful stabbing at my very center making me feel like something was tearing me open. Soon it stops and I am coherent again. I wave away the hands around me sitting up. Some people might think it is over. Some think I was faking for attention. But it was real. And I have a feeling it isn't over. This peaceful feeling that is trying to lure me into a false sense of security is a diversion. Like the calmness in the eye of a hurricane. And just as I am letting myself think maybe I was wrong it feels like someone opened a dam and the water that crashes out is like dogs of fire leaping around looking for destruction. The destruction, my entire being.

I am about to pass out from the pain. In the back of my mind, I hear the worried voices asking if I am okay. The fire sensation heats up from forest fire to supernova. Then it stops suddenly. Like someone flipped a switch. I wait for it to start again, but then the headache intensifies and I feel my mind expand into the unreachable masses of the brain that humans try to grasp. I have reached a point of enlightenment. I know I am no longer human. I know of the hidden world. The Supernatural world. I feel the electric feeling of my powers waiting to be released. Like lions pacing their cages. Not banging the bars demanding to be let out. No, they are docile. They don't demand it because they don't have too. They know sooner or later it will be inevitable. I will let them out.

It soon slows to a faint throb. But I can't focus on anything else. The feeling of raw power is overwhelming. It's extraordinary. I am strong. I am born anew.

I am powerful.