What happens when a completely normal person becomes extraordinary? Written with Novel Novice Twilight's July challenge in mind.
This is my first completed fan fiction for the Twilight series. I'd absolutely love to know what you think!
1. New Blood
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I fall asleep in my childhood bedroom. It’s dark outside, and it’s raining, but I leave the window open anyway because I like to hear the trees whisper to the wind as it passes by. Dreams of honorable men and good fortune pepper my sleep, taunting me with what I can never have, reminding me of my cruel reality even in my one respite from the wretchedness. I am not the kind of girl who gets to live happily ever after.
I’m past the dreams and enclosed within blank darkness when I feel something. I swat it away, still asleep, but it doesn’t move. I awaken, and the blankness fades as terror creeps its way into my soul. My wrists are locked at my side. My legs are anchored beneath something far too heavy, and they tingle as they slowly lose circulation. I open my eyes, terrified, but they see nothing, and I realize that I’ve been blindfolded.
I must be dreaming. I have to be dreaming.
If I’m not dreaming, I would have noticed when the weight was placed upon my wrists and legs. Nothing is so fast that I could have missed it, even being half-asleep. It’s impossible.
I really hope I’m dreaming. I read the newspaper, and I know what happens to people murdered in Seattle. They are absolutely destroyed, and then they become a pile of ashes in a dumpster somewhere. But that stuff happens to other people – it never really happens to you. To me. So I have to be dreaming.
It’s a very vivid dream, though. The wind whooshes through the open window – I should have closed it, I knew I shouldn’t have left it open – and the rain patters softly against the roof. My legs are becoming numb, and I wonder why my dream is so static. Why isn’t anything happening? Then I hear something directly in front of me, as if my thought was the cue. That would make sense, in a dream, so it must actually be one. I knew it all along.
I hear the sound again, and this time, I feel it too. Someone is breathing on my face. I feel hair brush against my cheek, and I wonder if this is going to turn into some kind of kinky wet dream. I never would have thought my subconscious to be one for bondage, but I suppose it’s not so uncommon. Lips press against my neck, just under my jaw, and they’re cold as ice. My pulse quickens beneath those lips as they open slowly. My heart pounds – teeth scrape against my skin – I gasp a great, shuddering breath – the teeth snap closed, breaking the skin – fire erupts as the blood flows.
I feel blood trickle down my neck and onto my pillow. It’s refreshingly cool, compared to the flood of flame that is slowly growing and spreading to my shoulder and head. I focus on that – that, and the fresh air I can feel against my face as my attacker moves away, almost reluctantly – to keep from screaming.
The agony worsens, and I try to scream, because I know that no one can endure that much pain and live. All that comes out is a harsh, trembling breath and a tiny whimper. The pain is in my throat now, and I clench my teeth, biting down on my lip violently because everything hurts. The feeling of my teeth meeting as I bite through my lip is, surprisingly, not painful – it barely registers in my mind, because my nerves are already occupied with the throbbing fire spreading through my arteries, veins, and capillaries, spreading out and reaching to consume every inch of my being. Even through the pain, though, I can hear a quiet hiss and a groan as my lip bleeds freely.
Time does not pass for me. I stay frozen in this burning moment for eternity as the flames reach higher and lower. I involuntarily convulse as much as my restraints allow, gasping when the weights holding my wrists move slightly and are replaced almost immediately by the sharp piercing pain of teeth ripping delicately through skin like it was cotton candy. And then more fire, spreading like a spark in dry California bushes.
The pain is just too much, and I slip unwillingly into unconsciousness for the last time. Ever.
… … …
When you wake, you realize that you’re different. Although you don’t remember much, you instinctively know that you’re not the same as you used to be.
The flesh beneath your skin has solidified; cells are permanently petrified, taking on the characteristics of marble or granite. Hard and unbreakable are the tissues and membranes. Glands have ceased to function, and lungs like thin sheets of stone inflate and deflate uselessly. Simply breathing requires inhuman strength because of the added weight, and you don’t even notice. It’s easy. Everything’s easy now, except being slow, or gentle, or tender. That takes effort, and at first, it takes intense concentration to not crush everything you touch. The phrase, ‘You don’t know your own strength,’ takes on a whole new meaning to you.
You cry when one day you reach out to stroke a stray cat and its bones shatter beneath your fingers. Crying isn’t nearly as cathartic when no tears are involved, and drinking the cat’s blood makes you feel dirty, but you can’t help it. You can’t help any of it.
Time slides by quicker than it used to, and yet somehow more slowly. You never tire, and food nauseates you. You experiment with your new abilities almost gleefully, and you barely even notice that you’re in a strange place, surrounded by even stranger people. One person – Riley, he says his name is – tells you that you’re a vampire. You believe him, maybe because your subconscious is in denial and still thinks you’re dreaming. Riley is nice. He explains things to you, and tells you what to do. You’re happy when Riley’s around, because he knows the answer to everything. When he’s there, you don’t feel lost, like you sometimes do when you’re alone and you see the others like you fighting and killing each other. That scares you, and you wonder if your fear makes you weaker than the rest.
You’re the newest in the small community, and since your eyes glow red with the remnants of the blood from your human days, the older vampires joke around, saying there’s new blood in the coven. You laugh with them, although you don’t really get the joke.
You manage to keep out of the way, for the most part, and so the more volatile of the others don’t notice you. You make friends with another quiet one, a girl named Bree, who’s only a little older than you. She’s your partner when Riley lets you out in pairs, only one pair a night, to hunt. Some of the pairs come back without feeding, because of bad luck or bad skill, but you and Bree are better at it than you thought you’d be. You feel a little silly sucking on the man’s wrist, but Bree seems to be enjoying his other wrist, and when you hesitate for a moment, the smell of his blood overwhelms you. Venom pools in your mouth, burning the back of your throat, and you hungrily help Bree suck the man dry.
Riley told everybody to hide the bodies afterward, so you and Bree take the man’s body away from the alley behind the movie theater and burn him. Before you light the match, you spit the excess venom onto his corpse instead of swallowing it. Riley said it makes him burn faster, and you’re feeling anxious to get this over with. You look over your shoulder uneasily as Bree watches the body burn and laughs. She is happy, rejoicing in the recent hunt as her crimson eyes reflect the flames. You, however, are worried about getting caught, and so you silently urge the flames to hurry so that you can dump the remains.
You and Bree head back home when the ashes and bones are safely deposited in a dumpster somewhere. You don’t know where home is, so the street signs are useless to you, but you know the way. You run through the forest, closing your eyes as you lose yourself in the speed. The trees whisper to you as you become one with the wind and you feel a slight pang in your still, silent heart. You don’t know why, and you forget about it almost immediately. All you can think of is when it will be your turn to hunt again, and when your almost insatiable thirst will be quenched once more.