The sound of my pulse is gone with no steady rhythm. My body is silent with no sound of life. I wonder to myself if I’m dead now, is my life on earth reached its time limit. Wait how am i able to think. I got to be alive don’t i, but what’s strange is the fact that i have no heartbeat. I can’t open my eyes, i feel weak, and really hot. It’s getting even hotter; I’m burning with heat in my chest. Please make the heat disappear. Right now the moment of heat in my chest is gone and now i fill a bit strong enough to open my eyes. When they open i found a teenaged boy on top of me. His soft hand on my cheek was so cold. Then his hand eventually covered my eyes. Then a second later a soft voice was whispering in my ear. "I’m sorry that I’ve turned you but I’ll give you this to start your new life." then my lips touched his fully together. I can feel his tong, so soft and moist, coming from the entrance of my mouth. I allow the entrance, but then a swish of liquid came. It taste so sweet that I swallowed it whole. His mouth is still on mine. Reaching with my tong i feel two sharp needles in my mouth. How can this be what is it. Was it a sietafect or something? Still wondering what the two sharp needles in my mouth are, I felt his touch my face again. This time I didn’t stare at his hand. I searched up his arm then to his neck. Suddenly I earned to drink from him. I fought that urge and found the face of an angle. His eyes are blue, but somehow mix with silver. For a moment I felt as if I were swimming I them, but then I found myself reflecting off his eyes. I was beautiful. My hair silky black, that reaches the middle of my leg. Just admiring the hair that was on my head I found a pair of eyes. I can’t tell what color they are in his eyes. Then out of curiosity I asked him slowly “what color are my eyes?” my voice was soft. It sounded beautiful. Then he spoke “they seem to be the color of the night sky, not empty but with some stars here and there.” Forgetting about thinking before I speak I asked him “am I still alive?” everything was silent. It felt like eternity, but then he closed his eyes as if trying to figure out how to put his answer into the correct words. Then they opened with the looks of sorrow and determination. “…you’re only half alive.” My curiosity caught my tong while asking him “are you …half alive…like me?” he smiled “yes I am the same as you. only half human.” Then he realized he was sitting on me and quickly got off me and sat about two to three inches away from me. I could feel his eyes staring at me when I sat up.
Facing a different direction I saw a blanket underneath me. That looked like it was folded several times to make a bed. Then there was a blanket that was plain black, and felt like short cat fur. I turned towards the direction that he was still sitting in “half human Hu . . . what do you mean? Like a vampire or something” then he suddenly appeared if front of me. His face a centimeter apart from mine, and his hands holding the sides of my head gently, not covering my ears. “Are you afraid of vampires?” I touched his face with my right hand. He closed his eyes and smiled gently then opened them again. “Not really assuming that I’m a vampire too right?” His right hand left from its place, and met my hand that was still touching him softly on his face. Now cross fingered with his “yes, what’s to be afraid about a vampire if you’re one yourself” I smiled and then saw the sharp pair of fangs. Not too big and not to small either, but just the right size.
“Are you hungry?” We still had our hands clenched together “ye . . . yes” he unbuttoned his shirt and tie and grabbed me near my hip area. Using his strength he put me on his legs. Crossing my legs behind his back “for now my blood is yours my princess” I could smell his blood. I realized I lost to my hunger and was now drinking my creator’s blood. So sweet, then I felt him hold me tight. I finally gained control of my hunger and removed my fangs from his bare neck. The marks had already healed and there was no sign of me feeding from him. “Why did you stop if you’re not full yet?” touching his neck in search of my fang marks “well because I don’t really need much blood to sustain my hunger for a few days.” For a moment it was quiet so when I finally opened my mouth. The boy who name I yet to know spoke as I got up. “How long do you think you can sustain that hunger of yours?” he who was still sitting on the floor stood up behind me, only a few feet away from each other. I was looking around the room. The walls were maybe centuries old but still strong with a few stains of who knows what on the white paint. “Maybe two to three days, but just wondering . . . what’s your name?” when I turned to look at him “my name is Steffen . . . do you remember . . . your name?” that question somewhat caught me by surprise. Do I really not know my name? How could I forget something like that? It must be the most retarded thing in the book. Come on maybe my memories. That’s if I have any left. Remembering: Hu . . . there’s a couple. Their little girl is happy between them. She’s adorable with her hair in little black pony tails. That’s so quit. Mother “Jenifer dear would you like some ice cream” gave me a name. I was staring in a mirror holding my fathers and mothers hand. They were beautiful. Before I could find out what I had said I was back in the present with my name. Looking at him, he seemed worried “it’s okay if you don’t remember, it happens to some of us who get turned during the proses.” He was shrugging while speaking!!! “NO! . . . Sorry I yelled I didn’t mean to . . . my names Jenifer” he smiled so beautifully “that’s a wonderful name” and began to put his shirt back on.
