What They Don't Tell You About Vampires

Accidental Discoveries

Now as I mentioned earlier. I don't really go out. Most of my time is spent in my room with my music booming into my ears. I've only got one hobby, my imagination. The only thoughts that aren't blurred like everything else are those of vampires. Sometimes I dream about them, probably triggered from my conscious thoughts about them. I've read every book and watched every film I can think of on vampires. Most of them describe turning as a human being bitten by a vampire. It'd be disappointing if that is truly the method as I don't exactly have a vampire on speed dial.

If my second theory, of Acheron having successfully turned, is true then he should still be alive to this day. The thought of that gives me chills. Acheron walking around after 400 years still looking 40. Or would he look 400? All the films and books say vampires don't age but Acheron's journals never mentioned the stopping of ageing, just immortality. I couldn't begin to imagine what he'd look like. I'm not complaining though. He could be my chance of turning and if being bitten by a 400 year old man is the only way, I have to be prepared for that.

You probably think I'm loopy. I'd agree with you but I find it hard to believe you wouldn't want to beco-

 ''CRASH''...''THUD''...

I take my left headphone out. What was that loud noise downstairs? It sounded like dishes smashing! I immediately jump out of bed.

''AGHHH''...''EWA!'', Mum screams.

I run downstairs praying to God Mum's okay. I see her laid on the floor with blood slowly pooling below her shoulder. The sight of blood on the floor makes me freak out, my heart and lungs start pumping fast. The last person I'd want to see hurt is mum. I grab the mini med-kit from under the sink and see my fingers scattering desperately trying to open the box. I could barely feel my own hands moving. The adrenaline put me into fight mode and the only thing I could think about is my mum passing away. I knew I was overthinking but it triggered a line of thoughts of my life without her. Within the space of me opening the box and my hand reaching for the bandage wrap, I must've imagined 20 different scenarios where I'd need my mum. Every scene making my heart beat faster. I knelt by her and told her to stay relaxed. My vision started to blur and I started to panic. I saw a shining light coming from her shoulder. It was the reflection of the kitchen knife she had fell on. I impatiently asked my mum whether I should take it out or not. After she started mentioning random things such as 'we need butter', I realised the loss of blood was preventing her from thinking straight. I decided to go with my gut and take the knife out. It hurt me more to hear her screams of pain whilst doing it. I threw the knife across the floor as if I was taking out my anger on it for hurting my mum. I grabbed the bandage and applied as much pressure as possible. My other hand fumbles for my phone and I call the ambulance.

Once the ambulance arrived, I tried to put together an explanation of what happened. I told them she slipped with a knife which drove through her shoulder and I tried to bandage it as much as possible. They took her away and told me to stay home and take a shower to get the all the blood off my hands and face where I'd smudged it from frustration.

The adrenaline was still pumping through my body and the last thing I wanted to do was take a shower right now. I sat down and controlled my breathing, slowing my heart and lungs back down. Every time I looked at pool of blood she'd left on the floor it'd make me well up again. Suddenly I started thinking about vampires again. Most likely because it's the only thing I can relate to as it's the only thing I truly remember or care about. Thinking about vampires comforts me and helped me calm down. I started thinking about vampires desire for blood. I've tasted my own blood before. I almost like the smooth, thick salty liquid. Texture richer than wine yet the taste nastier than a two litre bottle of cheap cider. I started thinking about what I'd do without my mum and I started to panic again. I wanted to make sure she was always here, even if something went wrong at the hospital. I lifted my hand and sucked the blood off my fingers. It was almost like eating the ashes of a loved one. Keeping them with you. No part of me thought what I was doing was strange. It was solely instinctive. I licked my hands clean and went over to the puddle of blood on the floor. I licked the blood up like a dog drinking from a water bowl. I'm aware the image of me licking up my own mums blood could be perceived as a little bizarre but I wasn't at the time. It was my fight or flight coming in, my emotions all over the place. It was my only way to feel as though everything's going to be okay.