Questioning Means Uncertainty

Chapter 1

I examined my neck. Two small scars were in it, spaced far enough apart to look like fangs.

I noticed my canines were slightly longer and sharper. My eye colour had changed from a light almond coffee brown to almost reddish light brown. I looked around and saw a neatly folded white T-shirt, jeans and some sneakers with socks beside them. Who left them here?

Dreams, memories and faces of friends as well as names that were forgotten flooded through my brain. I hadn't known much about vampires or that they even existed before I got bitten, but the memories revealed every little detail. Including the fact that what bit me was a vampire and that it turned me into one, but I couldn't tell that to anyone, could I? Then a memory of a man burst into my mind. The man had Black hair and piercing icy blue eyes. He had a sharp jawline and was very muscular. He looked sixteen or seventeen.

"Jason.." I mumbled as a doctor came in to check on me and saw me looking in the mirror at my neck.

"You're awake!" He said excitedly before scrunching his face questioningly. "And standing..?

"H-How long was I out for?" I asked, my voice trembling as I turned to him. It felt weak.

"A year."

"A-A year?" I was shocked, suddenly afraid and anxious for what might have happened in the past year. My throat burned with dryness. I tried clearing it.

"Yeah, you lost a lot of blood, you're lucky to be alive!" At that moment I realised my sense of smell was far stronger than before, the scent of blood making it clear. My stomach growled as a blood cart passed by and stopped at the room next to mine. Shit.

"Oh, you must be hungry." The doctor chuckled. "There's a cafeteria downstairs with lots of food, after some tests, you can go and eat."

"O-Oh, thank you." I cleared my throat again.

"Follow me, we must now take your tests."

I followed him out of the room and into a different room, this one was different. This room had many medical tools and medications.

"Take a seat here." He said as I sat down. He took many tests that I didn't even bother to keep track of but I kept glancing at his neck, a burning sensation in my throat that seemed so dry. The smell of blood wafting through the air made it worse. Hurry up goddamn it. I drifted off into my thoughts, trying to remember what happened.

It was a stormy night. I was fifteen at the time. A creature broke into our house in the middle of the night while it was thunderstorming. A loud crash was what woke us up. We went down to check what it was, because we were stupid teenagers who were curious. We each had a weapon, I played softball so I had a softball bat and my brother had a hockey stick he bought at a store.

We had just gotten off the stairs when I heard a growl and then a sharp pain in my neck as something attacked me from behind. It felt like fangs sank into my neck. The pain was almost unbearable as it pierced my flesh. It held me hostage with its powerful arms. I dropped the bat on the carpet, just my luck. It covered my mouth but I managed to make a noise with my feet, just loud enough so my brother could hear.

He turned around and gasped in horror at what he was seeing. The blue T-Shirt I used for my pyjamas had turned red in most places, but the darkest part was where it bit me.

The creature stopped and took its fangs out of my neck and let me go of its grasp. I fell to the ground, fainting. Before fainting, I felt my throat become dry and I only saw red. Faint memories of a forgotten past tried coming back but I lost consciousness before they all came back. I only faintly remembered the image of a man looking at me, eyes full of love. How strange. I continued drifting in and out of consciousness. Memories continued trying to come in, failing each time. I heard my brother trying to hit the thing but it dodged his attack and escaped through a nearby open window. He then ran to the kitchen, grabbed a towel, ran back and pushed it against my neck. My hearing continued to prevail whereas my vision didn't. My hearing had drastically improved.