My Immortal Love *Being Rewritten*

Transformation

© 2011 Alena Barlock
All Rights Reserved

I felt cold, hard lips gently press mine in my sleep.

My eyes fluttered open, and I saw a dark figure leaning over me in my bed. Suddenly, I realized who it was, and what he had just done.

"Dimitri!" I gasped. I sat up so suddenly that my face came quite close to his, and I flinched away. I became angry as I dawned on me that he had snuck into my room and kissed me, when he knew how much I hated him.

"What are you doing here?" I demanded.

He only stared at me, making me uncomfortable.

"Leave! Now!" I told him acidly. I tried to shove him off of me, but he caught my wrists. "Let go of me!"

"Please do not make this any harder than it has to be, Alivia." he pleaded quietly.

"What do you mean?" I pulled my wrists free, and his hands fell to his sides.

"I have come to tell you how I feel about you." He whispered.

"Then tell me, and when you're done I'd appreciate it if you left."

"I think you know that you would be leaving with me." He said strongly. His eyes bored into mine, mesmerizing me, so that when he came close to my face again, I didn't notice until something sharp grazed my throat.

I snapped out of my daze and leaped off the bed, but as I tried to run out of my room, he appeared in front of me so fast that, at first, I didn't know where he had come from.

I whirled around, but his arms snaked around me, crushing me to his chest in an iron hold.

I struggled to break his grip, but it was no use. The more I resisted, the tighter his hold became, almost to the point of pain.

I quit trying to escape him, and he dragged me over to the bed. He held me there for a little bit, until I broke the ominous silence.

"What are you?" I whispered, resigned and going limp in his arms.

"Do you really want to know?"

"Yes." I lied, hoping that the fear wouldn't leak into my voice. I really did want to know. It had been nagging me ever since I first met him. How his grey eyes turned black when he felt strong emotions, how his pale skin seemed strong and impenetrable, and now this uncanny strength in his captivating grip. I had to know what he was.

"I am a creature that humans believe to be only a myth, a demon of the night that only exists in the fables of the centuries," Dimitri whispered. "I am a vampire."

I felt a sudden urge to scream, but I repressed it, summoning the bravery to ask the question that I now knew the answer to.

"Why are you here?" I asked so softly that I could barely hear myself.

Dimitri leaned down, his cold breath tickling my ear as he whispered, "I love you. "

I knew what that meant.

My heart began to hammer against my ribs, hard, as if it were desperate to pound its way out of my chest, away from Dimitri.

The reason why he had come suddenly hit me: I was to become a vampire. Just like him.

I opened my mouth to scream, but he suspected what I was going to do, and he clamped his cold hand over my mouth.

The last thing I felt, before I was plunged into velvety darkness, was Dimitri's fangs piercing my throat.