I'm Being Stalked By A Ghost & Hunted By A Vampire

Part Sixty-Seven

You find yourself still, unable to identify where you are. Something seems off, but you cannot place it.

'Why did you let that happen?' a voice echoes from inside, she sounds disappointed and sad.

'It will make you stronger, an equal to their kind. I see nothing wrong with it.' A masculine voice responds, 'I don't want this.' The voices cries, you feel a strong empathy for this voice.

'It was necessary.' the male voice tries to comfort, 'You were supposed to protect me.' The voice was worn-downed, weary, and sad.

'This was for the best. You were too fragile, now you are equivalent to their strength.'

You pause recognizing the voices as Faron's. That must make the other yours. "Will I be okay?" You feel an overwhelming sense of vertigo and come back to life.

You lay still, slowly drifting as your senses are overwhelmed. The sound seemed to be coming from every direction, it was loud, and driving you crazy.

The smells are another thing; you could smell every person that had been in this room, almost as if they are still here, but you know that can't be true.

You could sense all the humans around you; you were unsure how you knew they were humans but you know they are in the building. The scent of the room gave you the urge to vomit, and so you did.

You leaned over the side of the bed dry heaving, as nothing came out. You open your eyes only to find that it is a bad idea.

The room was blinding, the warm wall colours seem to be on fire as your head throbbed from the strain on your vision. You mumble incoherently as you fall off the bed, landing on your bottom. You hiss, finding your voice musical, almost hypnotic.

"Hey there, slow down." You pause as the voice held your attention, captivated you. It made you feel that kind of excitement you have when you are about to see a loved one you have not seen in a long time.

You lift your head urging for the voice to continue, it was so beautiful.

You feel someone pick you up off the ground, their touch was like silk. It was so soft, you felt disappointed when they set you back down on the bed.

"How are you feeling Babe?" a hand brushed your hair from your face as the voice ringed in your head, it almost compared to Solaris. However, when you heard the words "Babe" you remembered what happened.

"RUMOR!" your own voice shrieked so loud that it hurt your ears. You attempt to open your eyes but find the light is still too bright and kept them shut.

"Ah! Rumor, turn the light off!" you complain as he starts to shushes you, only to turn into a full out laugh. You pause once more, as the sound of his laugh sounded wonderful.

"Everything sounds so lovely." You state dazed as he just laughs harder, "Oh Emi, I wish I were you right now. What your senses are going through, man I remember when I was turned. Give it a minute; your vision will be fine." You carefully lean back, feeling the soft bed linen. You have never felt a bed that has been this soft before.

You blink, finding your vision coming back slowly, it was almost as if you had a muscle relaxant drops in your eyes, the world is blurred.

Finally, everything comes into focus, the room is still too bright for your liking, but you find out that it is night outside and the light source is coming from under the door from the fluorescent lights in the hall.