The Morganville Vampires - The Mystery Of Amelie, Bishop, Oliver and Myrnin.

Chapter 5 - Myrnin Turning

1124 – Myrnin

‘Are you going to kill me?’ I asked fearfully.

‘No, of course not,’ the woman smiled reassuringly, folding her hands in to her lap. The man scowled. ‘You don’t have to help every stray you come across Amelie.’

‘I helped you didn’t I?’ Amelie returned her attention to me, ‘this is Oliver by the way, he’s incredibly brooding and incapable of truly having fun. You have an interesting dress code – wait, I didn’t ask your name?’

‘It’s Myrnin, I think… And what is wrong with the way I dress? Slippers and top hats match splendidly don’t you think?’ She smiled.

‘Of course they do, now, I’m very sorry, but do you know who turned you?’ She asked.

‘Turned me?’ I asked, baffled. She arched a delicately styled eyebrow.

‘In to a vampire.’ She replied.

‘What!’ I exclaimed, ‘you can’t seriously be saying I am part of a myth.’

‘He doesn’t remember,’ Oliver said, clearly disapproving.

‘He must, no one could forget something that traumatic.’

‘I told you he was insane,’ Oliver growled, ‘he was in a mental asylum for god’s sake.’

Amelie’s frown softened, ‘you’ve been compelled, Myrnin.’ In a flash she was on me, pinning me to the wall, red eyes, pupils expanding and retracting, as a wave of torturous memories hit me like a sledgehammer.

‘Tell me everything,’ Amelie said, her eyes ice cold, it was an order.

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My mother had sold me. Sold me. My own Mother.

She had always been terrified of me, of what I would become. My father went insane after all, and looking back now, I can understand my mother’s concern, but the only emotion I felt back then was betrayal.

As I said goodbye to my mother one last time, I followed the hooded man at my front door, he had a carriage, led by horses, very expensive, I thought.

‘You too could have one, one day,’ the man smiled, as if he read my mind, ‘what’s your name, boy?’

‘Myrnin, sir, and what is yours?’

‘That is irrelevant, you will call me Master whenever you address me, and if you are worthy, you will one day find the answer you seek. But for now, you are my apprentice,’ he said, ‘you do whatever I want you to, anything.’ My master’s smile grew, as bone-white canines shot out, clamping unforgivingly onto the succulent arteries in my neck. I writhed and flailed, panicking, heart thudding as my fear brought bile to my throat.

The man pinned me tighter to the carriage chair, force feeding me his blood as I spluttered and coughed, unable to breathe. The horses resisted control, sensing danger as my Master drained me dry, they came to an abrupt halt, my Master and I were flung like rag dolls into the wilderness. I tried to run, but he laughed as I fell weakly, descending. He leapt, snarling, and threw me deeper into the forest. My body was failing me, my legs numbed as I ran blindly, hopelessly, winding around trees, but no matter where I went, I could hear my Master cackling triumphantly as I began to shut down, until I met my ultimate demise. Falling to my knees, I looked up at the mans evil smile, welcoming death, only, that wasn’t quite what happened, not at all.