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We were driving to my mothers house. The house I lived in for two
years before I left. My mother had been living there for six years.
It was two in the afternoon.
This was a risky decision thAt Nathaniel had agreed to when my mother
called my cell phone and he anwser. I could only imagine the look on
my mothers face when she heard Nathanials voice. I could only guess
what was going through my mothers mind. It was a good thing Nathaniel
was going to be there with me to keep me in check. He would keep me
out of trouble and from ripping peoples heads off, with me being a
newly turned vampire in all. Especially the ones I love. That's mainly
Nathaniels job. For now that is. Nathaniel found me in the woods, I
was waiting for hikers to pass my trail I haven't fed in days my
flesh was starting to wear away. I was starting to look like an actual
zombie. Nathanial found me when he was running through the clearwater
forest in north Idaho. At first I thought he was human. I was past the
part of starvation. I was scared and alone. My maker had planned to
suck me dry and left me there to die. I was hungry, but didn't know
what I was hungry for. I tried eating leaves, but gave up after my
body tried to throw it up. A scent had passed my nose. It wasn't as
appetizing , but atleast it was something other than leaves and
branches. It smelled familiar but I didn't pay too much attention to it.
I tried to catch him but I missed. I was so weak and he was fast.
Faster than anything i had ever seen. He tried to explained that he
wasn't human and asked me to listen. I still kept lunging towards him
like a snake. Each time I missed. He told me that he could help me. He
told me there were plenty of blood banks in the area. I didn't know
what he was talking about. He tossed me something dark red in a
plastic bag. I didn't bother to ask. He told me to drink and that its
I was practically dead anyways. I thought to myself, so it wouldn't
matter what I put inside my body.
He began to explain everything while I stood there and stared at the
bag not breathing and plugging my nose. I was wondering how long I
could hold my breath but then gave up a few minutes. The breeze
started to pick up. Something blew past my nose.
The scent of the bag was mouth watering. I didn't care what it was. I
started to ingnore the guy that wore dark clothing.
I bit through the bag and started drinking. It was delisious. Better
than any food I tasted.
Maybe it was just because I haven't eaten in a few days.
He wasn't planning on fighting or harming me. He told me that newly
turned vampires are stronger than a vampire that has been around for
more than a century. There were rumors if a newly turned vampire
taking out and elder that was mire than a century old. But no vampire
in their right mind would try. Which is what I also remembered hearing
the night I was attacked.
That night I heard Two men talking. They were saying that I would be
stronger than some of the elders If he didn't kill me. They said I
would be special and would possibly be very valuable if I were kept. I
never really understud what they ment by that.
I didnt get the chance to see the one who attacked me that night. It
was dark. I had told my roomate Samatha I was going for a jog it was
cooler in the evenings. She was my dads younger sister. She was
tweenty-one and had dark long hair and she had light skin. She use to
be a really big party girl, but stopped after she took me in with the
incident with my and mom and me. She was the only person left that
reminded me of my dad. She had just started reading The Diary of Anne
Frank as I walked outside. She was planning to wait up til I got back
from my jog.
The sun had just set and the streetlights were starting to turned on.
The streets were quiet at this time of night. I had started down the
street. I turned at the corner of the sidewalk and something hard hit
me. It knocked me down seven feet away from the sidewalk. He walked
over to me. The street lights weren't bright enough to light up his
face for me to have a look. His face had a light glow to it. All I
knew was my attacker was male. He wore a black sweat jacket with a
hood on his head, to cover his face I had guessed. The one joggers
wear on cold mornings to keep warm.
It looked like he had came over to help me up. Instead he just stood
there. I tried to get up. His eyes had a faint glow to them. Terror
had washed up on my face as he bent down. I screamed. Tears started
rolling down my face. I started to scoot back. I turned over half way
and started dragging my body with the little energy I had left. I
couldn't get up.
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