“Sasha” came the long silky call of Edwin whispering my name, in his thick English accent, on the wind. I sighed to myself wanting to be able to ignore my partner, not that I would, the choice would be nice though. It was late and I had just awaked from my sleep. This weird sleep thing was my least favorite part about being turned.
“Sasha” it came again, he was closer this time. I sat up and with my super vampire speed changed into one those damn dresses Edwin gave me. I hate them but he likes them so there isn’t much I can do about it. You see being turned wasn’t like in Hollywood. This isn’t twilight. I huffed, god I hate that book, WE DO NOT SPARKLE. Anyway back to what I was saying, first of all being turned is hell. You spend four or five days dying and quite painfully if I might say so, then when you are dead you spend four more days as your body changes. It is just as painful. Then when you wake you’re so weak and hungry you’re going crazy. It is not a fun process. But the best, note the sarcasm, part is the eternal tie to the person who turned you. It’s like they built a shock collar into your brain. You can’t disobey and you can’t lie to them.
I didn’t have it too bad. Edwin loved me and other than getting me to wear these ugly dresses he didn’t use our bond to trick me.
“Sasha.” He whispered into my ear.
At this point I know longer wondered how he got into my apartment so quickly and quietly.
“Edwin, I’m hungry.” I said stating the obvious.
“I know young one. I am going to feed you now.” He said pulling me out the house and to a park across the street in less than 2.5 seconds. Did they make vampire stopwatches?
“Find you’re pray my young one.” Edwin said to me in that tone a mother would use on her small child. I have been a vampire for 5 months now and Edwin still treated me like a newbie. I think he always will.
I searched the park until I found two teenage boys, little skater punks. I smirked and looked up at Edwin who gave me back the dinner is served look.
I walked over there in a way that Angelina Jolie would be proud of. I swayed my hips in just the right way and walked at just the right pace. The boys were instantly hooked.
“Ey, girl what you doin’ out all alone. Don’t you know there are freaks on the lose.” Said one of the skater punks with a neon green Mohawk.
“Yeah there a psycho’s who will eat you are something.” Said punk number two.
“How true, why don’t you two keep me safe?” I said in my lost lamb voice. After that they were as good as dead. It took only seconds before I had them in an ally and only a second more before I had my fangs deep inside them taking in their sweet life. They weren’t my favorite flavor but it was still food. After I was done I whipped my mouth and pushed the bodies into the corner.
I then went and rejoined my lovely Edwin.
I’ll write more soon promise. By the way my stories can be found at http://www.cgreen801.blogspot.com/
Monday, October 5, 2009
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