name sounds mysterious.”
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
My one eye closed again and I sucked in a slow breath then released it. “Like crap actually. Ever since the night before my birthday. The whole lot has been a roller coaster. What’s happening to me?”
“You’re changing.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s your destiny.”
My eyes sprung open and I sat forward and looked at him. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”
He pulled a flask out of his coat and took a long sip then handed it to me. I shook my head.
“Drink some. It will make you feel better and, well, you’re going to need it ,” he said still holding the flask out to me.
I took it and slowly brought it to my lips then tipped it up. A thick liquid hit my tongue, my taste buds exploded with glee, and the flavour filled my mouth. I swallowed and took another big mouth full. It was delicious. My whole body started to tingle and my mind came alive with awareness like it had just woken up from a long sleep. Rejuvenation swept through me and I could not help but take another mouth full.
His hand touched mine as he took the flask out of my hands on the third swig. He smiled at me then asked, “Do you feel better?”
“Loads better. What is that?” I asked. I wanted more.
“It is what we need to keep us alive and alert.”
“That’s what all alcoholics say ,” I retorted.
He laughed. His deep voice bounced around my eardrum like a squash ball.
“You have much to learn,” he said.
“Learn about what ,” I asked.
“Being a Vampire ,” he plainly said.
“Yeah, Ok!” I said with a snort.
“You are, and I am your maker. That night at the club, I bit you right? Then you drank my blood? It only works that way. When we bite, the venom goes into the blood stream and when the blood is drunk it goes to your stomach and acts like a magnet to the venom, which makes it, move through your blood stream faster to connect with the blood as it is also absorbed into the blood stream. When both are connected, a chain reaction starts. First the healing. Your stab wound, for example, was healed.”
I blinked my eyes a few times and then burst out laughing. “Oh my god you are out of your mind.”
He ignored my laughter and continued, “You did not drink enough blood to heal all your wounds, but enough to heal the fatal ones. I came to the hospital to give you more but your friends were relentless and protected you like a mother to her cub. Look at your wrist now.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Look at it,” he pressed.
I pealed back the bandage and looked at my wrist. Two tiny round scars sat there. No blood or pus, just two tiny neat little scars that I could hardly see. I pulled the bandage from my other wrist and saw a faint scar line from when I was scratched by the bush.
“Oh, my, God!” was all I could say.
“Nothing was helping them. Antibiotics would not help. Cleaning it and creams did nothing.”
“I was starting to think I had Leprosy,” I said, still looking at my wrist in shock.
“The drink you just had helped with that.”
I knew with apprehension what the answer was going to be but I asked anyway, “What was in the drink?”
“Blood.”
Chapter Eleven
I started wiping my tongue in a frantic panic. Then my eyes shot to Lachlan.
“Are you insane? That is so disgusting ,” I yelled.
“I just told you before that you drank my blood. What’s the difference?” he said with a devilish smirk.
“I was humouring you. I don’t believe I did, or at least I don’t want to believe I did. What the Hell!”
“You need it now that you are a Vampire,” he said bluntly.
“Yeah that makes sense, because Fairies, Werewolves and Witches are real too. Oh and don’t forget Wizards, I would hate to offend them by leaving them out too,” I said sarcastically.
“What, no mention of the pixies and goblins?” he said with a wide grin.
“This is crazy! Vampires don’t exist ,” I
“How are you feeling?” he asked.
My one eye closed again and I sucked in a slow breath then released it. “Like crap actually. Ever since the night before my birthday. The whole lot has been a roller coaster. What’s happening to me?”
“You’re changing.”
“Why?”
“Because it’s your destiny.”
My eyes sprung open and I sat forward and looked at him. “I don’t understand. What’s going on?”
He pulled a flask out of his coat and took a long sip then handed it to me. I shook my head.
“Drink some. It will make you feel better and, well, you’re going to need it ,” he said still holding the flask out to me.
I took it and slowly brought it to my lips then tipped it up. A thick liquid hit my tongue, my taste buds exploded with glee, and the flavour filled my mouth. I swallowed and took another big mouth full. It was delicious. My whole body started to tingle and my mind came alive with awareness like it had just woken up from a long sleep. Rejuvenation swept through me and I could not help but take another mouth full.
His hand touched mine as he took the flask out of my hands on the third swig. He smiled at me then asked, “Do you feel better?”
“Loads better. What is that?” I asked. I wanted more.
“It is what we need to keep us alive and alert.”
“That’s what all alcoholics say ,” I retorted.
He laughed. His deep voice bounced around my eardrum like a squash ball.
“You have much to learn,” he said.
“Learn about what ,” I asked.
“Being a Vampire ,” he plainly said.
“Yeah, Ok!” I said with a snort.
“You are, and I am your maker. That night at the club, I bit you right? Then you drank my blood? It only works that way. When we bite, the venom goes into the blood stream and when the blood is drunk it goes to your stomach and acts like a magnet to the venom, which makes it, move through your blood stream faster to connect with the blood as it is also absorbed into the blood stream. When both are connected, a chain reaction starts. First the healing. Your stab wound, for example, was healed.”
I blinked my eyes a few times and then burst out laughing. “Oh my god you are out of your mind.”
He ignored my laughter and continued, “You did not drink enough blood to heal all your wounds, but enough to heal the fatal ones. I came to the hospital to give you more but your friends were relentless and protected you like a mother to her cub. Look at your wrist now.”
I rolled my eyes.
“Look at it,” he pressed.
I pealed back the bandage and looked at my wrist. Two tiny round scars sat there. No blood or pus, just two tiny neat little scars that I could hardly see. I pulled the bandage from my other wrist and saw a faint scar line from when I was scratched by the bush.
“Oh, my, God!” was all I could say.
“Nothing was helping them. Antibiotics would not help. Cleaning it and creams did nothing.”
“I was starting to think I had Leprosy,” I said, still looking at my wrist in shock.
“The drink you just had helped with that.”
I knew with apprehension what the answer was going to be but I asked anyway, “What was in the drink?”
“Blood.”
Chapter Eleven
I started wiping my tongue in a frantic panic. Then my eyes shot to Lachlan.
“Are you insane? That is so disgusting ,” I yelled.
“I just told you before that you drank my blood. What’s the difference?” he said with a devilish smirk.
“I was humouring you. I don’t believe I did, or at least I don’t want to believe I did. What the Hell!”
“You need it now that you are a Vampire,” he said bluntly.
“Yeah that makes sense, because Fairies, Werewolves and Witches are real too. Oh and don’t forget Wizards, I would hate to offend them by leaving them out too,” I said sarcastically.
“What, no mention of the pixies and goblins?” he said with a wide grin.
“This is crazy! Vampires don’t exist ,” I
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