Young Writers Society

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"Can't I just have a little taste Ella, She really looks and smells like she would be worth just a few drops, or maybe I can get you her sister instead and I'll take her," He said, giving the woman who stood before us a twisted smile. It was then that the spell he had on me broke, we were not alone, we were in a clearing in the woods, and she was right behind us.

Ella!

What was she doing here? Then I saw the resemblance between the two. They were quite clearly related, possibly even brother and sister.

"What are you doing here?" I asked stupidly as I gawked at Ella. Her dress was a dark velvet, so red it was almost black. The neckline plunged down to her stomach, and there was a slit up the side of the skirt. Most immodest. Her fire red hair was tied back with a black ribbon, and she smiled.

Now out of the trance I noticed it all, the icy pale skin, the blood red eyes. The snake fangs, now glittering in the pale moonlight. She was a vampire, a creature of legends. the characters in the stories that Owen told Alice and me, to scare us.

"Well done, Katelyn." Ella applauded, her voice dripping with sarcasm as she seemed to hear my thoughts.

I couldn't put together why a vampire had brought me here. I couldn't put together that vampires were real.

"You may leave, Jackson, I have no further need for you. And you may not have the girl, she is mine." said Ella, is a low dangerously calm voice. She dismissed the boy called Jackson with a wave of her small, pale hand and he was gone as soon as I turned around.

Then it all happened so fast.

When I turned back to Ella she lunged at me. I fell back under the force of her jump, much stronger that I could have imagined for a slender girl about my age. Her fangs came out, sharpening themselves to needle points, and she leaned down. Fangs piercing the skin above my heart. I felt the sticky hotness of my own blood on my chest for only a moment, then Ella sealed her lips over the wound, and my vision blurred around the edges, then all went black.



I awake in a bedroom. The black curtains are pulled and I pull myself off the bed I have been sitting on. For a moment I can not remember who I am or why I am here. Then the memories come flooding back to me, the smell of my blood, Ella and her fangs. her piercing into my skin, the beautiful boy she called Jackson. Everything.

When I turned, Ella was smiling her nasty smile standing in the corner.

"Take a look in the mirror, Katelyn."

So I did. The girl in the mirror was shorted than I had been. curvier and thinner too. She had large gold eyes with flecks of red in them, dead white skin, delicate white lips and china doll features. She was all too perfect, and graceful. But when the girl opened her mouth to smile, two long fangs emerged with the perfect teeth.

It was me.

Ella had made me one of her kind. And I was filled with a brutal rage. "Why me?" I asked in a smooth velvety voice that was not my own.

"Why not you?" Ella retorted. "If I really hated anyone in the village it would be you. You and your brat of a sister told every one I was a witch, a demon, a creation of the devil. And they almost believed you... even though you were right."

She smiled again, a nasty sick smile that let her twin fangs come into view. And then I lunged, not thinking what I was doing, and with all the strength that a new fledgling has I was on top of Ella in seconds. I felt my fangs pierce her snowy white skin and I drank. Her blood was ice cold and coated my throat in a taste of immortality. I enjoyed it more than I would have liked to and I continued to drink the fluid that bubbled up into my mouth though it tasted like drinking ice.

But all too soon I was pushed away. I felt my head slam against the wall and then heard a crack. Whether it was my skull or the wall, it didn't matter. Ella rose up from the ground, a thick silver fluid dripped from the wounds I had made in the sides of her neck. She looked infuriated.

"You should not have done that," she snarled. "But now you may be some use to me...so I shall not kill you, yet. But this is to remind you that I am and always will have claim on you and your kin."

She advanced on me with a copper blade drawn. She cut my skin open from the corner of my eye to my jaw bone. The metal burned my flesh and I shrieked and writhed in pain. Ella left me there on the ground, the emerald liquid that was my blood dripped down steadily from my face, at the time I was in blinding pain and could not tell the difference from my blood or Ella's.

But there was a significant difference.