CHAPTER TEN FINALLY.

Chapter Ten








Turns out we had to take a jet to my new home. I got on, all zoned-out-like. Why was I being so calm? I figured I was in a dream and that I’d wake up… hopefully soon.
Once on the jet, I realized only Miss. Stevens, Blake, and I would be in there. Happy it was only a dream, I sat down, purposely as far away from Blake as possible. Suddenly his presence freaked me out- I mean he got me sick. Plus, he looked intimidating and angry.
Contemplative, I looked out the window. Why was this dream so realistic? When was I going to be startled awake?
The whole situation felt like a giant soap opera, I couldn’t help thinking. It was almost too much.
The room suddenly shook, signaling take off (or whatever you call it when a plane begins to fly) and we lurched forward, rising slowly and dramatically. My stomach sunk lower, giving me an empty void feeling. Where were we going? Stomach burning again, I thought angrily what did it matter? I’m dead anyways.
Curiosity got the better of me. Pretending it were only her and I, I asked Miss. Stevens, “Where are we going?”
Without looking at me, she said calmly, “I’ll tell you once we reach the destination.”
Rumbling of air pressure and silence.
Rolling my eyes, I snap, “And what about home? Am I just dead? What?”
Turning her head, Miss. Stevens replied, “Your files say you have passed away, and soon- to the human world- you won’t exist.”
To the human world, the words whispered, you won’t exist.
“Human world?” I breathed. The thoughts depressed me. I didn’t like this dream at all- this was now a nightmare. Fatigue wasn’t an issue, but I closed my eyes anyways. I think my brain was starting to explode and ooze out my ears. I inhaled for a few minutes, the airplane steadily rumbling. How was I supposed to react to this? Should I be screaming? Should I have just said, “Oh, cool.” Or maybe, pulled a huge dramatic scene where I sob uncontrollably?
I squint my eyes, they were still sensitive to the light. I hadn’t noticed, but it had been a bit cloudy that day, but now that we were above the clouds, the sun was blazing into my window. My skin on my hand suddenly felt warm, like as though I had been out all day, slowly getting sun burnt. Then, I felt like I touched something white hot, causing me to yelp in shock. Leaping out of my seat, I stumbled and fell onto the jet’s floor. I stared at my hand, which now was an angry red, in complete awe and horror.
Miss Stevens leapt from her seat and knelt beside me and began examining my hand, “Oops, I forgot to mention-!”
“That I’m a freakin’ vampire that will burn and die in the sun?” I barked, snatching my hand away from her view.
“No, you see, when you become a vampire the pigment from your skin is taken out, and it’s easier to be sun burnt,” she explained hurriedly, so I wouldn’t yell at her again.
“Pigment? Are you saying I’m an Albino now?” My voice squeaked at the end of the sentence.
“Uh, I would guess so,” Miss Stevens looked nervously away, toward Blake, who I noticed was standing up staring down at me, with a hint of amusement painted on his handsome face. Infuriated, I glared his way. He didn’t know how bad that hurt me, his being amused at my freakin’ pain that he technically gave me. Standing up, I sat down in a seat and drew the blinds down, feeling totally pissed.
“Anything else you’d like to tell me, before I realize that I have leprosy and my limbs start falling off or something?” I lightly rubbed my burning hand.
“Well, I was going to wait till we got there to explain most of your new predicament,” Miss Stevens sighed as though she were the one who was having the longest day of her life. Uh, no, “But I guess it wouldn’t hurt to explain a bit now.”
“Wish you would,” I muttered, earning myself a look from Stevens.
“Well, since you no longer need to breathe, you can go longer distances without feeling out of breath, and you have more strength due to the more, excuse my phrasing, animalistic part of your disease. Your sight will improve over time, and your appetite will also… differ.”
“Differ as in…?” I prompted, though I knew the dreaded answer.
“Vampire bats menu is mainly… blood. That’s why you developed new canine teeth that were sharper and stronger, assuming you would hunt for your own prey. And your smell is more inclined toward your… preferred meal.”
That’s when I realized it, when I suddenly inhaled because I knew what she was talking about. She smelt good because I wanted to eat her?
“So… do I eat… people?” I asked, scared to death. I looked to Blake, even though I was totally mad at him, to find him looking out the window (he was on the opposite side where the sun wasn’t blinding him or burning him to a crisp) completely ignoring me.
“How about we talk about this later, I’m tired from having to make the flight over here,” Stevens abruptly suggested. She got up and went through a little door that led to who-knows-where. Blake and I were left alone, in what would be silence, if there wasn’t a giant jet sound taking in the empty space.
I stared at him, watched him, as he tried to pretend that I wasn’t there. I glared at the side of his face for some time, and then leaned my head against my seat. Sleeping seemed like my best bet, since I wasn’t really in a talking-to-someone-I-hate kind of mood. So, I shut my eyes and pretended I was in a deep sleep, even though my mind was wide awake, thoughts taking laps through my mind.

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Chapter Nine







I’m not gonna lie. I wasn’t expecting that, ‘cause seriously, I was still here. Was this lady hit in the head? Then, with my mighty wit, I stammered, “W-what?”
“You see,” Caitlyn began, “This disease is what most call ‘Vampirism.’ Those stories on vampires, the legends… well, vampires exist. It was started when the handsome Sterling Thorton was in love. He was so in love that when he thought of death, he couldn’t bare to part with his Irene. It drove him to insanity, until he created a way for them to be together forever. Vampirism.”
She stared at me expectantly. Oh, was it Q and A time?
“So say I’m buying this,” I sigh, “Where did I get this supposed disease?”
Miss. Stevens glared over at Blake. Oh yeah, Blake.
“Well,” She growled at him, “that’s where Blake steps in. He got you sick. He’s also a Vampire.”
Sheepishly, Blake scratched his head. He was in on this? What? No way…
Head starting to ache, my fingers began to massage my temples. Closing my eyes I said, “So let me get this straight. I got sick, died, turned into a vampire, and my mom can’t know… why?”
“No one can know,” Miss. Stevens shook her head, ponytail bobbing, “It’s all classified. You see, if anyone were to get a hold on this ‘eternal life,’” she bent her fingers with the two words, “It would go through the roof, population always growing, but no one would die, causing havoc. Including, it just wouldn’t be right.”
Reopening my eyes, I stared her right in the eye, “Then where do I go if I’m supposedly dead?” Suddenly I was angry and my stomach was burning.
“That’s where I come in. I have a place for you to live- a place only people like myself know about. Right now someone is gathering your clothes to ‘dispose’ of them, to rid your disease from the area.” She adjusted her sleeve to check the time, “Which reminds me, we need to get you out of here as soon as possible. So get dressed and we’ll head toward your new home. Twenty minutes.” And then Miss. Stevens turned to Blake, “You and I will talk later.” And they both left the room, leaving me with a pit in my stomach that sucked all emotion and thought from me.
A nurse came in with my clothes and I noticed my puke and been cleaned up. Dazed, I dressed once everyone had left the room. A few minutes later, knocking came from the door. Shuffling toward it, I opened to find no other than Miss. Stevens smiling sympathetically at me.
“Ready?” she whispered.
“No,” I answered hoarsely, “Let’s go.”

Explained

Chapter Eight






“We had brain activity about an hour ago. Her body’s function was regained only three minutes ago."
What had happened? Where was I? Oh. Yeah.
Instantly, I began to spazz out, my eyes shot open. Fuzzy, fuzzy… oh, now everything was back in focus. White, bright, and noisy.
“Oh, look, she’s, er, awake,” someone called. Loudly. Can I hear an ouch? Quietly please?
The voice was soon accompanied by a face, that shaded my eyes from the raging light. A doctor in his regular outfit, but he had a mask on, covering his nose and mouth. Weirdo.
“Roxy?” His voice boomed, “Can you hear me?”
“Loud and clear,” I spat. Emphasis on the loud.
“Good. I’m going to ask you to sit up now, okay?” Dr. told me, as he clicked a button that elevated my bed so I was up right. Man, those suckers are deafening. And who felt the need to put in such bright lights? Once I was completely upright, Doc asked, “You alright? Any nausea, dizziness, anything?”
“No-” I started when suddenly I heaved right on the guy’s shoes. Both of us looked down at the mess in surprise.
“I-I’m so, so, so sorry,” I sputtered, “I didn’t-I wasn’t-!”
“It’s okay,” He said in a forced calm voice, “It’s natural, that’s why we ask of you condition- to try and prevent this.” He indicated his shoes.
“I’ll be right back and I’ll call someone to clean this up.” Cautiously, he unlaced his shoes (hands gloved) and removed them, stepping carefully away from the mess. Shuffling out of the room, I heard him call, “Nurse?” Poor lady.
Then, sharp pain pinched in my mouth, my hand flying to it to prevent whatever was about to come out again. The pinching intensified, then suddenly stopped when something dropped into my palm. I looked down.
“Oh, my Gosh,” I gawked. In my hand were my two front Canine teeth. “Oh, my- oh, oh…” It was all I could do to keep myself from cussing like a sailor. I was gonna look like a freakin’ hobo. Ew. I was about to let out a river of swear words when my tongue was sliced by something in my mouth.
“Ow,” I stick a finger un-lady-like into my mouth and felt where my two teeth had once been. Holy sniz. I felt two brand-spankin’- new Canine teeth that were so sharp that they pricked my finger and caused it to bleed. I could taste the blood, and I spat it out automatically, but it tasted… different.
That’s when I noticed I wasn’t alone in the room after I sent my shower of spit flying everywhere. Doctors were elbowing each other to get by in the enclosed space, acting as though me and my vomit didn’t exist. That was okay, though, they all knew I wasn’t dead… or I did at least.
A voice started down the hall. A hushed, angry voice. They were hissing to someone about, “How could have run off again and done this?”
The footsteps clapped louder until they were at the doorway. It was some random non-doctor lady with a perky ponytail, bright shirt, and seemed to be in her forties. Suddenly, it was then I realized I couldn’t smell until she entered. My stomach lurched again. She didn’t smell bad, though. She actually smelt really good. Uh…
Stepping in the room the lady gave me a huge smile, giving her, like, five lines around the side of her mouth. Once she was in the room, she was followed by someone else.
Blake.
What? My mind could not compute.
The lady walked up to my bed until she saw the puke. Frowning kindly, she asked, “So you hit the puking stage?”
I could only stare past her at Blake. What was going on?
“Well, that’s good. That means the, uh, worse is over.”
I went to inhale to answer her, but it came out as a dry gurgle. Coughing, I realized another thing; I didn’t feel sick anymore. Sketchy.
“Water,” the lady said to a nurse. They handed me a glass and I drank some, but oddly, I didn’t feel quenched. Wasn’t water suppose to, I don’t know, hydrate you?
Once I took a sip, I asked, “Can someone please explain what’s going on? And who you are? And why someone told my mom I’m dead?”
The room suddenly became quiet…ish. Everyone glanced to each other, nervously. I folded my arms in a some-one-better-tell-me-what’s-happening-or-else way.
The lady spoke up, “I’m Caitlyn Stevens. I work with people who have the disease called Desmodus rotundus disease. The reason they told your mother you’re dead is because… you are.”

Sketchy Drawings

What happened?

Chapter Seven





Agony. It had stopped a long time ago. I think. I thought. Because after my ears stopped feeling like they were going to split apart, they were working again, but all sounds hurt them.
I listened, because my eyes wouldn’t open, as though my eyelids were glued together, and didn’t flinch. My body wouldn’t move either. I was frozen. Freaky.
Then, I heard it. Crying. Who? Why?
My mom was gasping between sobs. She was in hysterics. Why? Did she think I was dead? She didn’t know I was okay?
I tried to open my eyes and mouth to tell her that I was, in fact, fine, but my body wasn’t mine to control still.
“Ma’am,” came a calming, deep, and soothing voice, “I’m sorry... but… she’s gone.”
Huh? Who? Me? No, I’m alive!
“No!” My mom mimicked my thoughts, “No, no, no! N-not my baby!”
Mom! My mind was screaming for her, Mom, I’m alive!
I heard her sob. Hard.
“Ma’am,” the Doctor repeated, “For professional purposes, we have to keep her here, and do the proper procedures. With the disease she had… we… we have to cremate the body.”
Whaaaat? Cremate? Oh sh-!
My mom gasped, “What? N-no, why?”
“The disease is too contagious, it’s a health hazard to have you in here now, we must keep you out of the room.”
“But, my baby-!” Mom cried.
“I’m sorry, Ma’am…”
“Roxy…,” came her last sob that I ever heard from her, ever again.
Mom. Mom! Mom? Come back, save me from being burned alive! Moooom! My mind screamed helplessly. What was going to happen next? I passed out for, like, five minutes and they decide I’m dead? I think they took more preparation to declare someone dead back in the 1800’s than these people did now! How do I prove myself not dead, though, when I can’t even move?
So I waited, but I think stress made me pass out. It’s hard to tell the difference when your eyes are always closed.

Here's Where the Real Story Begins

Chapter Six






Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow.
Each word went in rhythm with the throbbing of my pulse.
Confused, I tried to remember when I had gone to bed. All I could remember was that I hated Griffin and Kelly was being an… idiot.
An annoying sound began to screech in my ear drums. My alarm didn’t sound like that. Listening, I realized it was a beeping noise.
Beep, beep, beep, beep.
What the heck? I peeked my eyes open. Where was I?
It was bright and white. Like as if a light were placed right in from of my face, blaring at me. I saw I was in a room. Lifting my head slightly, I saw it was a… hospital room.
Blinking rapidly, my sight was caught at the IV in my wrist. Yuck, I hate sharp objects, especially ones jabbed into my arm. Man, that must have been some black out. Yawning, my breath was caught in my throat and I began to cough violently. After hacking loudly, I saw doctors begin filing into the room. Whoa, how many were there?
“She’s conscious,” One stated. La duh, I thought foggily. Staring at him I ask, “Hey, Doc. What’s wrong with me?”
“Lie down,” he shoved my shoulder down. Talk about rude.
Before I could retort, I heard a familiar voice. Mom?
“Where is she?” her voice traveled down the hall, “thank you.” When she entered, I saw she looked about 10x more tired. Poor gal.
“Mom” came the groggy cry.
“Roxy? Oh thank goodness you’re okay!” She gushed, “Why didn’t you say you were seriously sick?”
“Um,” I thought about it for a second, but a doctor interrupted, “Hey. Hey, hey, hey! Watch that pulse! Oh no! Ma’am, move!”
The man pulled away my mom as I began to feel sleepy again. Then pain began. I gasped as my eyes began to burn. The lights seared my eyes. I closed them tightly. My throat burned and my stomach lurched. I heard someone faintly call, “Oh, gosh, no. No, not the seizures faze! No, no, no!”
Shouting and commands were bouncing all around me, and an annoying noise began again.
Beeping, it was faster though.
Beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep-beep.
Then, abruptly slower. Beep… beeep… beeeep…
Then…
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep.
My lungs stopped.