My father carried me up the stairs in his bulky arms shushing me softly, telling me it’s alright and that there is nothing to worry about.
“Call her doctor john!”
She tore the shoulder of my shirt and examined the damage. My shoulder had become something...
The door to my room creaked open, and my mother peeked in, and ushered in my father and my doctor.
“Good to see you Mrs. Underwood.”
My father carried me up the stairs in his bulky arms shushing me softly, telling me it’s alright and that there is nothing to worry about. My whole body burned like a wildfire.
My legs were buckled into my chest tightly. My muscles contracted, winding themselves up so much you could see them writhe under my skin. My fingers were contracted so that they looked like claws, and my back arched in pain. My mother massaged my legs hurriedly, trying to loosen the cramps.
“Call her doctor john!”
I woke groggily, the taste of acid in my mouth.
What the hell happened!?
but my mind shielded
“Good to see you Mrs. Underwood.”
“Hello doc.” I croaked. My throat was extraordinarily dry and I attempted to clear my throat.
I cried out in agonizing pain. My father carried me up the stairs in his bulky arms shushing me softly, telling me it’s alright and that there is nothing to worry about. My whole body burned like a wildfire. The right side of my shirt was soaked in blood, streams of crimson running off my father’s arm. I trembled as he set me gently on my bed that my mother had prepared.
“Oh dear god!” my mother breathed as she noticed my posture. My legs were buckled into my chest tightly. My muscles contracted, winding themselves up so much you could see them writhe under my skin. My fingers were contracted so that they looked like claws, and my back arched in pain. My mother massaged my legs hurriedly, trying to loosen the cramps.
“Call her doctor john!” Mother commanded over my blood curdling shrieks. My vision was blurring, and the walls spun. Tears rolled down my cheeks. I had never been in so much pain. My mother gave up on loosening my legs and concentrated on my neck.
She tore the shoulder of my shirt and examined the damage. My shoulder had become something you only see in horror movies. There was a canine looking bite in my shoulder, blood spurting out of it like a fountain. Mother grabbed what looked like a wet dish towel and pressed it into the wound. Exquisite pain shot down my shoulder. I tried to shriek but what came out was more like a high pitched keening.
And everything was black.
“Good to see you Mrs. Underwood.” The doctor said in an attractive voice. He was tall, in a dark trench coat, and had a bulky black leather bag in his hand.
They left the room, my parents staring at him in confusion. My heart rate accelerated. Oh no, no, no! I knew what he was going to tell them. He would pull my parents out, and my dad would make fresh coffee. They would sit, talking casually while they drank. The doc would get serious; tell them that this is the hardest thing on parents. Their eyes would open wide in shock and ask him what he meant. He would say in a business like manner that they would have to shoot me down like a lame horse, to prevent another vampire from coming into this world. My mother would sob, telling him that it wasn’t true, that I was a normal 17 year old girl. My father would explode, telling him he won’t do that to his own flesh and blood.
They would fight over it; the doc would convince them to not let another vampire be spawned, that it would be kind to put me out of my misery. The Doc would come in, and give me a shot of what I thought was pain killer. And I would never wake up.
And I would never wake up.
The word seemed to echo in my head, making me want to cry. I wont let that happen, I want to live, monster or not.
“Call her doctor john!” Mother commanded over my blood curdling shrieks.
I cried out in agonizing pain.
“Good to see you Mrs. Underwood.” The doctor said in an attractive voice. He was tall, in a dark trench coat, and had a bulky black leather bag in his hand.
They left the room, my parents staring at him in confusion. My heart rate accelerated. Oh no, no, no! I knew what he was going to tell them. He would pull my parents out, and my dad would make fresh coffee. They would sit, talking casually while they drank. The doc would get serious; tell them that this is the hardest thing on parents. Their eyes would open wide in shock and ask him what he meant. He would say in a business like manner that they would have to shoot me down like a lame horse, to prevent another vampire from coming into this world. My mother would sob, telling him that it wasn’t true, that I was a normal 17 year old girl. My father would explode, telling him he won’t do that to his own flesh and blood.
They would fight over it; the doc would convince them to not let another vampire be spawned, that it would be kind to put me out of my misery. The Doc would come in, and give me a shot of what I thought was pain killer. And I would never wake up.
And everything was black.
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I woke groggily...
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