“Please?”
“No.”
“Just a little bit.”
“I said no.”
“But—”
“NO!”
I sighed and sat back in my seat. My older brother can be such a pain in the ass sometimes! It was the special day when I was going to be turned and he won’t even give me some Morphine to ease the pain of the transformation.
“It’s gonna hurt like a bitch and it’s going to be your fault,” I huffed, crossing my arms. I stared out of the window as the car started to leave civilization.
“Look, Poppy. Everyone has to change without any sort of drug. It’s the only way we can make sure what type of Vampire we’ll have.”
“Yeah, yeah.” I rolled my eyes in that certain way that always got on my brother’s nerves. “Why can’t I be witch? Or a succubus? Or—”
“One: You’re not old enough to be a succubus. Two: Witches are sacred and from the way you’ve behaved this year, I doubt we can make you one.”
“Come on, Vincent!” I groaned. “I’m not that bad.”
Vincent gave me a look with his cool grey eyes. I hoped my eyes would turn to that color.
The car made a right turn and began to speed up.
“All of my other friends are becoming witches. One of them was even turned to a succubus last year,” I mumbled.
“That because none of them ran away with a spell book and turned their uncles into wolves.”
“Hey, the guy had it coming. He tackled me wh—”
“Look, Alastor is going to be at the ceremony.” I stopped and felt a blush creep up my face. “And seeing as you two are an ‘item’ we’re letting him turn you.” Vincent smiled at the expression on my face. “You know, I kinda envy you in a way.”
“Why?” I barely managed to speak.
“It was Aunt Sally who turned me, remember?” He shivered playfully. “You never want that mole come near your face. It’s just not right!”
I smiled at him and giggled. It was more than enough to take my mind off the painful transformation waiting for me at the end of the car ride.
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The car rolled to a stop and I stepped out of the car. Guests and family members came up to me and shook my hand. They rarely got to see a human. Being vampires, they only saw picture of me sent through letters by my parents.
“Poppy!” Ericka squealed as she saw me. She ran up to me and hugged me hard. “I can’t believe it! It’s finally happening!”
I grinned at her. “Yeah, me neither.”
She started to grin but then frowned. “Wait, you’re not ready yet,” she mumbled and stepped back from me.
I felt really nervous with having her looking at me in such a strange way. “What?” I mumbled softly, unable to take much of her hard stare. “Do I have something in my teeth?”
“No,” she pouted thoughtfully. “It’s just… Ah! I know!” She stepped in front of me and looked into my eyes. Then, without warning, she slapped me hard across the face.
“GAH! Ericka!! That really hurt!! What the hell was that for!?” I rubbed my cheek as tears of pain rolled down my cheek.
Ericka dragged one of her sharp purple nails on my cheek and traced the wet trail left by the tear. She smiled apologetically at me and ran off.
Before I could run after her, Vincent came up from behind and rested his hand on my shoulder. “Alastor waiting for us. Let’s not keep him waiting, shall we?”
I gulped deeply and nodded. The time had come.
Vincent led me to a familiar building.
I remembered the last time I was here. It was the time when Vincent was turned into a vampire. He was dragged in and he kicked and screamed and cried. He didn’t want to be turned. He knew the pain that was to come with the transformation. But they tossed him to Aunt Sally’s arms and she sank her nails into Vincent’s side and her fangs into his shoulder.
I remembered how he screamed and shrieked. I remembered the days afterwards he spent in bed sobbing and waking up to nightmares that made absolutely no sense.
That’s what’s waiting for me.
When we got to the “red carpet” Alastor was waiting for me in his rightful spot. He took one look at me and smiled softly. I smiled back.
My “parents” were waiting not too far off. They looked at me with thirsty eyes. This was the day they were waiting for. For their daughter to come to them as a prideful Vampire.
I’d known them for a short while. But it was odd. My Human parents loved them and were eager to give me away, despite the fact that I was raised by them. I guess it must be all the security they receive from it.
“Are you ready?” Vincent asked, already stepping aside, out of my Ritual spot.
Yeah, I told myself in my head. I took a deep breath and marched down the aisle, passing my new soon to be blood relatives. Alastor met me about halfway. I inhaled deeply, before saying, “I, Poppy Mare, will allow my friend,” Vincent told me I wasn’t allowed to say man, “Alastor Nightingale, to turn me into a vampire.” I had to say this, it was like a verbal contract.
Alastor coughed into his hand, “And I, Alastor Nightingale, will be honored in turning this Human girl into our kin.”
I gulped lightly as he took my hands into his and brought me closer to him. I craned my head to the side, allowing more exposure of my neck. Before Alastor bit me, I felt the jabbing pain of his nail digging into my sides. I opened my mouth to scream, but it got to that level of pain that you just can’t use your voice anymore.
I tried screaming again, and this time my voice worked and I heard myself screeching at the top of my lungs. I tried to jerk away from him, but Alastor shoved me into the floor, before crawling on top of me and returning to the bite.
I tried to shoved him away from him, looking around for my Human parents. I remember thinking, Why isn’t anyone helping me?
I continued screaming, and crying until at one point… I don’t know, I just blacked out.
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Waking up, fading out. Sitting up to throw up, laying back down to ease the pain in my head. Screaming at the invisible monsters, the ones trying to eat my fingers, one by one…
“Poppy?”
I forced my eyes open against the strong light. Ericka was looking down at me with a worried expression. “You okay?” she asked.
I wanted to cry but something told me if I did, I would barf. “Uh-huh,” I mumbled.
“How is she? Is she awake?” I recognized the second voice. Alastor came beside me and took hold of my hand. “Hey, how are you?” he whispered softly, stroking the back of my hand.
“Uhm,” I grunted softly. I turned my head to look at his face better, but it hurt my neck.
“Hey, remember when I hit you yesterday?” Ericka said. Oh yeah, like I want to remember that at this very moment. “Here.” I felt her slip something into my hand.
I turned my head to the other side, groaning at the pain and looked at what she put into my hand. It was a small bat shaped necklace. The bat was see through and I guessed in my mind that she made it out of my tears.
“I put a spell on it for good fortune,” Ericka said. “I wanted to get the tear before you changed, in a way it’s kinda pure.”
I nodded at her and sighed. Something was bothering me. I wanted something. I licked the back of my freshly grown fangs.
“What’s wrong?” Alastor asked, but I heard something in his voice. Understanding. “You hungry?”
I grinned weakly to myself. “Uh-huh… Very.”
End.
