Chapter 25: Rude Awakening
You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body. ~C.S. Lewis
I saw stars. Some bright and some dim, but stars all the same. There was nothing else behind them but darkness. It must've been a dream, or the afterlife, but I couldn't remember anything. My whole life seemed to be gone; forgotten. What the Hell? Realizing I had my eyes closed, I opened them slowly. I was in…I don't know. It was dark and I was alone. But I didn't feel scared at all. The one thing I'm sure of is that I'm supposed to be dead, but I'm alive. Somehow. One word came to mind: vampire. Was I a vampire? Really? No, they weren't supposed to be real; weren't supposed to exist. I listened carefully. The wind was blowing outside, loud and eerie. But I couldn't hear my heart beating in my chest; couldn't feel it. I was a vampire. Shit. A knock on the door made me jump. My muscles bunched up and my eyes narrowed. Instinct. Whatever was behind that door was either food or danger.
"Toni?" The voice rang in my ears, waking a deep hunger in my stomach. A human. A boy. A body full of blood. Food! There was a sharp pain in my mouth and I opened it. My fangs were growing out, long and sharp to the point. I needed to get used to those.
"Toni, are you in there?" Who was this guy? Did he know I wasn't human? The voice sounded so familiar.
"Toni!" The door was pushed open, and a dark-haired, blue-eyed boy about my age stood in the doorway. His eyes widened when he saw me. He looked familiar too. Hmm.
"T-Toni? What-what happened?" I didn't respond. I was no longer looking at his face; I was staring at the steady pulse in his neck. It was as if I was possessed by the burning sensation in my throat and stomach, urging me. I needed to rip that throat open, spill blood, and sustain that hunger. I licked my lips. The boy looked scared. Good. He should be. In a blur of motion, I was grabbing him by the shoulders, my face going to his neck.
"Toni!" I ignored the pleading in his voice and bit down, sinking my fangs into the flesh of his throat. He cried out. The liquid running down my dry throat was sweet and warm, not what I'd expected blood to taste like. I couldn't stop. I wouldn't. Not until he was limp in my…Something pulled on my hair and ripped me away from the bursting vein. Red clouded my vision. I was lying on my back. A tall, lean figure was standing above me, dark eyes boring into me. It was a guy. Another vampire. I remembered then. Everything came rushing back. Henri Sinclair. Coughing, I looked at the body a few feet from me. He was bleeding, but he was alive and breathing. Memories of my life came back, and I closed my eyes. I felt like crying. It was Ethan. I'd fed on and almost killed my best friend. Oh, God. Henri pulled the hair from my bloody face and kissed my cheek. It didn't make me forget what I'd almost done. I was a vampire now. So much for a normal afterlife.
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