If you have been following me on social media, i.e. (Facebook, Twitter, LinkedIn) you know that I have obtained a contract from Cresco Books for my book “CHAOS”.
I am writing a new novel in my spare time. It is a fairytale retelling and I would like to share a small excerpt of it with you all. Enjoy.
As Elijah lowered himself to Ira’s side, he tried at one last plea for forgiveness. “Ira, I am so very sorry for what I have done. During all the time that I have spent with you, I never realized that what I was feeling for you had in fact become real.” Elijah moved the stray hair from Ira’s face. “I wish that I could go back and abandon my horrid plan. Then I could have had a family. We would both be with our lost daughter. But this is my fault. I cannot fix it. If only I could.” Elijah’s voice trailed off.
A tear escaped from Ira’s eyes. “How could you kill our daughter?”
Elijah began to cry.
“You say that you loved us, yet you are the end of us? How could that be if your love for us had been true?” Ira’s breathing slowed and was becoming more labored. He knew that her life would soon be over. There was no magic that could save her or their child now. The terrible deed had been done and now there was certainly no repairing the damage that he had caused their family..
Ira began whispering a spell, but Elijah was so guilt stricken that he had failed to understand what was happening. She was so full of anger toward Elijah and even with her last breath being used to curse him was not enough for her.
Elijah heard Ira let out a weak laugh. When he turned to her she smiled, placed her hand on his chest right over his heart and then drew in her last breath of life.
Instantly, Elijah realized that Ira had indeed placed a curse on him, but he had never dreamed that she would go as far as to curse her own soul as well.
Within moments Ira’s plan had begun to take its course. Elijah noticed that he was changing. Something inside him was taking over his body. A tremendous amount of pain. The intensity of it left him unable to make a move or to even cry out. He was frozen in place, forced to endure Ira’s punishment for the wrong that he had done.
His bones snapped. Muscles ripped and tore away from the bone. His human form was taking on a new shape. It was one of an animal. Long, black fur covered his body. He let out a ear piercing scream when the curse Ira had placed on him twisted him for the final time. His human teeth were now that of a very large predator. The only thing that was left of Elijah’s true human form was his brilliant ocean blue eyes. After his transformation was complete he looked up at Ira’s ghostly body floating before him. Right then he knew that she had done something even far worse than that of what he had done.
Ira had taken on a new form as well. She was now the most evil of any High Priestess’ that had ever been. She spread her arms out beside her as she floated inches above the floor.
“I will have my daughter back, Elijah. I will not stop until I do and you are going to help me.” She sneered at him.
He opened his mouth to speak, but only the roar of a bear came out. Ira had made him the king of the forest and he has to do her bidding. Only she knows what was in store for him now.
“This entire land is cursed because of what you have done. You will lure a girl with golden locks into this forest so I can claim her soul in order to raise our daughter from the grave. You will do this even if it takes a thousand years.”
Elijah growled and a tear slid down his fur.
“I have made you the savage beast that you once were. Now your soul belongs to me. If only you had been true this would never have happened. We could have had a wonderful life together. Both of us could have watched our daughter grow into the woman she was meant to become. Now you have ruined it all and for that you will pay a fair price. Out to the woods bear!”
As Elijah made his way out and into the woods, he could hear Ira laughing behind him. What have I done, he asked himself.
The warm morning sun was shining on my skin, erasing the coolness of the dew that had fallen on me. The ground beneath me was hard and several jagged rocks were digging into my back. I knew that I should have been feeling some amount of pain from it, but I was only feeling a slight amount of pressure. I couldn’t feel much of anything except the heat from the morning sun and the sore itching feeling in my throat. My head was foggy, almost like I had been drugged.
I wasn’t sure why the itching feeling was turning into an awful burning sensation. It felt like I had been walking in the desert for days, without a single drop of anything to drink. All of my thoughts were bouncing around in my head. They were all distorted pictures and things about what had happened. All of it, moving too fast for me to understand at the moment. The only part that was clear was that I had been attacked by the most gorgeous boy that I have ever seen in my entire life.
I was not sure why the man had attacked me in the first place. More than that, the fact that he had left me here alive was puzzling. I wonder what had made him not kill me. I had seen his face clearly and I am certain that I would be able to recognize him if I was ever given the chance to see him again. Something about that thought was disturbing to me. It was almost as if I wanted to see him again. It was probably some sick fantasy that I was having. One about killing him for what he had done to me. How could I not? Worse than that, my attacker had been so mesmerizing to me. He had my attention from the very second that I caught sight of him.
His face had been only inches from me and his pale blue eyes burned into mine. I had had a strong feeling that there was something off about him. There was something wrong with him, unnatural, and extremely dangerous. However, his beauty had enticed me and I was proud that he had chosen me instead of some other girl. I wanted to be the one that he wanted to talk to. Now I hated that decision more than any other one that I had made. I had been so stupid. I knew better than to be alone with someone that I did not know. There was just something about him. It was something that had made me more at ease in his presence. He should have killed me for being such an ignorant person.
He was my age, around eighteen, but something had told me that he was older. I was not sure what made me think that, but that had been the first alarm to go off in my head, one that I had ignored. Now, I wish that I hadn’t.
I could easily picture him in my head. The blackness of his hair glistened in the moonlight and his skin reminded me of a white silk dress that my mother had. It was so pale and seemed lifeless.
His breath had been so intoxicating to me and I remembered that when he spoke I was unable to move. That was the second alarm that went off and I ignored it just like the first one.
I cannot believe that I had gone against everything that my parents had taught me and I was suffering the consequences for that now. They had warned me and I did not listen and look where that got me. Left, alone, to die in some field that I was not sure exactly where it was. I wanted to call out for help, but it was no use. It was not like there was going to be anyone close enough to me to hear when I did. I might as well save my breath, I thought.
The part that was bothering me the most was the fact that he had bitten me. I remembered feeling a sting and then smelling the blood seconds later. The rusty smell had been overpowering to me and I can remember almost fainting because of it. I thought that I was going to make it out of our struggle without any major damage to my body. That is, until then. I just know that I was going to end up with some dreadful disease as a result of his mouth being in contact with my blood. Whatever it was had started to flow straight into my bloodstream. I shivered at the thought of it.
I was wishing to myself that I had been near a hospital, but I knew better. There was no way that he would have left me anywhere near any significant population. It would not have been a smart thing for him to do.
And it wasn’t like I could get up off the ground anyway. My entire body hurt and the fire in my throat intensified with every passing second. It felt as if some invisible rope was forcing me to stay on the ground. I was feeling hopeless about my current situation and even worse about the fact that there was no help around for me.
After a short while of struggling under the pressure, I managed to move my hand to one of the pockets in my jeans. There it was… my lifeline. I fumbled around for a second or two until I could actually get my hand in my pocket. My cell phone was still in there. The frantic feeling that came over me caused me to drop it as soon as I pulled it from my jeans.
“Great going.” I said aloud. I had never been great under pressure and right now, I was really testing the limits of that fact.
I fumbled around with my hand, trying to locate the phone. Finally, I found it. At least my attacker had been gracious enough to leave me on my back, but whatever it was that was holding me was more powerful than I had thought. I did not like the idea of not being able to see what was keeping me on the ground, but right now, that is the most important thing. The most vital thing right now was that I had to find help.
I flipped my cell phone open and tried to dial 9-1-1, but for some reason my phone would not dial out. It had never done this before. I knew that it was not a billing issue. My mother always paid all of the bills on time. Maybe it was just that I was not getting a clear enough signal to use the damn thing.
I dropped my hand back down to my stomach. I was feeling defeated until the phone rang. I quickly raised the phone to my ear, not paying any attention to who the caller was. I did not care. All I knew was that my phone had caught just enough signal to let a call through and I was not about to waste the opportunity to get help.
“Hello?” I asked with panic in my voice.
“Hello, beautiful.” A voice said on the other end.
I knew at that very moment that it was the man that had brought me here. His voice was not something that I was going to be able to forget any time soon. It was etched in my mind perfectly. Fear filled me and I tried to close the phone, but my body was not responding to what I wanted it to do. My hand stayed with the phone against my ear.
“Are you feeling better?” he asked.
How did he think I was feeling? I mean, hell, he had bitten me and left me here to die. Now he was just going to torture me some more until I actually did die. If this was what he was planning to do, I would just as soon to go ahead and die.
“I know that you may not understand what is happening to you, or why, but I can teach you how to live now. Are you hearing me?”
I did not dare answer him. I didn’t feel that I had to. I didn’t owe him anything and he was not one of my parents.
“Fine, maybe you would like to spend another three days in that field?” he asked, but I could tell that his voice had a sincere tone to it.
“No. I want to go home.”
I waited for him to answer me. It seemed like his pause had been for him to be able to think about what I had said.
“Okay, I will come to you and take you home.”
“No! I don’t ever want to see your face again. I don’t know why you are doing this to me!”
The rage in my voice was undeniable and I knew that he was not going to be very forgiving of that. When he finally said something back to me, I was taken aback by his response. “Have it your way.” He laughed at me and hung up the phone.
That was easy, I thought to myself. I wondered what it was that he had found so funny. He had to be an extremely sick and twisted individual to do something like this to another person. And for him to be able to laugh about it was terrifying.
I tried once more to move and I found that the thing that had been holding me down was gone. I was free. Now, all I had to do was find out where I am and how to get out of here.
I looked around me and all I saw was an empty field and woods that were surrounding it in every direction. My stomach turned hard this time and I couldn’t seem to be able to make myself swallow. Had I really been out here for three days?
I remembered the rocks that I had been laying on and I moved the dead leaves around until I found them again. They were gravel. That meant that I was near a road. Or, at least, I hope that I was. That would sure make everything a little easier for me, but something inside me was saying that nothing was ever going to be easy for me again.
As I looked at the trees again, I noticed that the leaves had turned the colors of autumn, more so than they had been three days ago. The reds, yellows, and browns mixed, creating a picture like scene around me. The grass was blended with the blades that had died and with some that were still very much alive.
A noise off in the distance startled me and I jumped. I looked in the direction that I had thought that it had come from only to find a couple of deer grazing on the grass.
My stomach turned again. This time it was such a brutal response to my hunger that I found myself running in the animal’s direction. My legs moved with more speed than I had ever known them to have and I realized that my mouth was watering just to look at the innocent creatures ahead of me.
I was almost on top of them before they knew that I had been anywhere around. My instincts took over and I charged the larger of the two of them. I wrestled it to the ground and something inside of me was screaming to stop, but it was too late. I had taken a bite out of the side of the deer’s neck and began to drink the blood that was spilling out of the wound. The blazing pain in my throat had begun to disappear, but the sickening feeling I had about what I was doing was worse than anything that I thought was possible. Nothing mattered more to me at this moment than the warm delicious liquid that was soothing my entire body and I was horrified because of it.
The deer had bleed dry way before I wanted it to. I looked around trying to find the other one, but it had already fled. I suppose the one that I had already drained would have to be enough for now.
I felt sick. It was not a nauseated feeling. It was more like being severely depressed. I hated what I had just done. I hated it with a passion. Some deep part of me was telling me that I was evil.
All the good had been erased from me and I was now this awful thing that I would not have ever thought would exist. The only word that I could think of to describe it was, “ABOMINATION.”
I sat on the ground, staring at the precious animal that I had killed. I guess killing it was better than killing a person, but I had still taken a life and I was not pleased with my actions. Although, my throat actually felt good now, nothing could ease the fear I was having over what I had become.
My phone rang and I knew in an instant that the person that was calling me was not someone that I want to talk to. Looking at the front screen of the phone, I saw the unknown number that had called me only a short time ago. Hate filled me and it quickly turned to rage. I hated the man that was trying to get me to talk to him. He had made me what I am. He had taken my life from me and I will never again be normal. The usual everyday tasks that I had done before today would never be the same. I was not going to be able to function the same way that I had. I knew deep down that I was always going to want blood and lots of it.
I ignored the call until my phone stopped ringing. Little did I know that he was going to keep calling, but after about four times of him calling and me not answering prompted him to start sending text messages. They were the usual messages that someone would send if the other person were trying to ignore them.
I think he actually sent Hello three times. Then the fourth time the message was more impatient. You need to talk to me.
I don’t know why he thought that I needed to talk to him. Did he not remember what he had done to me? I mean, really, what was I supposed to do, just have a conversation with him as if nothing had happened? I don’t think so.
I was proud of my sudden courage and I decided that I was well enough to try to find my way out of here. I hope that there was a road around here somewhere, or a house, at least. Maybe the people that lived there would let me use their phone. That is, if it was even possible to have phone service this far out. My way of thinking had given me a renewed spark of hope. Hope that I was really going to make it out of the situation that I was in.
I walked with a steady pace, trying not to stop unless I had to. I wanted to find someone that would help me. I wanted to go home more than anything else. I thought about my mother and how she was probably sick with worry about my unexplained absence. I wasn’t sure how I was going to explain what happened to me, or where I had been. There was no explanation that I could give her that wouldn’t make her think that I am a lunatic. None of that really mattered now. All that matters was getting there and seeing her face.
My thoughts wandered as I walked. For some reason, the man’s face never left my mind. I studied him and tried to go back over everything that had happened. Everything seemed to be moving so fast that I could only catch onto a few bits of the memories at a time. That wasn’t helping me at all. I needed to be able to know exactly what happened. I needed to know the reason that I was going to hunt him down and kill him and it had to be the right one. I knew what the reason was already, but I denied the thought.
I knew what he had done to me. It was the most horrifying moment of my life. He had changed me, but I was still not sure what I was. I guess some things are better left in the dark.
I walked for a long time until I came to an old gravel road. It had been freshly repaired with new gravel, but it was the big kind, not the usual type that would be in someone’s driveway. Walking over it had caused me to slip and not be as sure of my footing as I was in the field. That wasn’t a big deal. I was just glad to see something different.
The blood was making its way through my system and I could feel it making a difference in how I was moving. My legs weren’t as numb as they had been a few moments ago and the tingling has left my arms. I felt stronger, more sensitive to everything that is around me. Every one of my senses had grown in intensity and I knew that I could use them to my advantage. I could use them to find my way home again.
My eyes could see longer distances now and I could distinguish between everything that I could smell and hear as well. I could smell each animal that was in the area near me and some that weren’t so close. The scent of their blood made me thirsty again. I began to notice that I could hear even the slightest movement that they were making, right down to each beat of their hearts.
Even though, I had just completely drained a full grown buck. I was still thirsty for more. I needed the energy and the strength that the warm liquid gave me. The need to attack was terrifying, but at the same time I wanted to do it. It was beginning to feel like my natural instincts.
Along with my new vigor, I could feel other things now. Things that I wasn’t sure what they were, or what they meant. I had a pulling sensation in my mind. It was as if I was being led by some invisible force. My sense of direction was never very good, but I felt now that I knew where I was going even though I didn’t have a clue. I decided that the best way for me to get through this was going to be by staying calm and being attentive to everything that happens. I need the details.
As I walked farther in the direction my body wanted to go, thoughts of home and my mother poured into my mind, temporarily breaking my uncompromising need to get to a place where I was going to be safe, a place with people.
I was sure that the man wouldn’t be so quick to try to attack me again in a public place, but thinking about that wasn’t exactly true. I had been in public when he took me the first time and what is going to stop him from doing that again? I tried not to let the worry that I was feeling cloud my mind, but it was no use. What could he possibly do to me now that would be worse than what he had already done? If he killed me, that would be a blessing.
I pictured my mother in the kitchen baking her famous cookies. The apple apron that she always wears was tied securely around her and it was covered with flour and food coloring. She was the kind of person that always managed to keep a smile on her face. I suppose that she was more concerned with what everyone would think about her and if she looked happy, she could evade the on- going condolences that everyone offered.
They were because of my father’s recent death. He was driving down the highway when he fell asleep. He had not known that he was veering off into oncoming traffic. A semi that had been headed in the other direction collided with him. It had been the worst accident that our town had ever seen. Both the driver of the semi and my father were killed instantly.
That was the most horrifying day of my life. I hated that he died, but I was thankful that he didn’t have to suffer. That would have been the worst. The thought of either of them having to lay there in such distress was sickening, to say the least.
Everyone kept telling us that he was in a better place and today I was much more certain of that than I had ever been. Heaven has to be better than this. A place where not a single bit of evil existed was where I wanted to be right now. I would hate to cause my mother any more hurt than she was already going through, but it seemed that I wasn’t going to be able to live the right kind of life. I knew the urges inside me would only grow worse until I finally done something that I was not going to be able to take back. It was only going to be a matter of time before that will happen.
My phone rang again and I looked at the message that had come through. I already knew that it was him. Why did he have to keep trying to get me to talk to him? Had he not done enough to me already? I guess not enough to satisfy him.
“Feeling better?” the message read. How could he possibly know how I was feeling? Maybe it was just a really good guess, unless he was somewhere close to me. He had to be watching me from somewhere that I could not see him.
I immediately began searching the area around me. I had not noticed that I had walked so far. The field was far behind me and I could not see the fall leaves of the trees that surrounded it. I was walking on nothing but dirt. It reminded me of a place that was being used to harvest trees for sawmills. Of course, the trees were no longer there. Everything looked so empty, except for the new saplings that had been planted in the place of the trees that had been taken. There was no possible way that he could be hiding. There just wasn’t anything left to hide behind.
I stopped when I came to a huge rock off to the side of the machinery tracks that I had been walking in. I needed to think.
Are you not going to answer me? Another message came through.
What am I supposed to say to that? I wasn’t sure why he even thought that I would want to talk to him. He has to be extremely disturbed. To still be trying to torment me seemed a little much, even for your everyday common garden variety of serial killer.
He wasn’t going to stop until I do answer him, so I took a deep breath and typed my reply. Why should I? You tried to kill me!
I sat there, listening to the animals around me and waited to see what his response to my message would be. And it didn’t take him long at all to answer back.
I understand why you are angry. I didn’t try to kill you, I did kill you.
He was right. I hadn’t given much thought to it until now, but he had killed me and if I was correct about what I was, then I had awakened dead.
I would like to speak to you in person. I want to try to help you adjust to your new life.
The fact that I needed help understanding what I had turned into and he was the only one that could assist me with that. He left me feeling that I had no other choice but to accept his offer. I fumbled with the phone, fighting the overpowering urge to vomit, and typed the only word that I could think of. Where?
The burning feeling returned in my throat and I wanted more blood. That much I was sure of. I couldn’t deny it and I knew that it would only become more painful the longer that I tried to ignore it. The pain was something that I wanted to avoid, so I placed my phone on the rock beside me and concentrated on finding a heartbeat.
Finding another source to drink from had been harder than I thought. The time that it took was more time than I had expected and the burning had now turned into an itchy dry feeling. I knew that it would only be a matter of minutes before the pain set in. That was when I heard it.
The beat was off in a strange way. It seemed that the animal was sleeping, but I could tell that it was strong and very well fed. In fact, the animal had recently eaten. The smell of the blood was faint, but I was soon off the rock and on my way in the direction that I needed to go.
I walked with swift movements and it felt as if I was flying at one point. I needed to feed and I needed to fast. My limbs felt like they weren’t as powerful as they had been after my first feeding and I wanted to be strong again. I needed to be if I was going to meet with him.
I reached the sight in which the scent was more distinguishable. It was in the mountains, not far away, but not close enough for comfort. I inhaled once more and caught the delicious scent again. My body moved in a way that was astounding and it was like I was being forced by my thirst to move. Soon, I was right on top of the animal. The shock of what it was problematic. Looking at the huge cat was making me tremble with anxiety and pleasure at the same time. Mountain lions sure smelled appetizing. Before the animal was alerted of my being there, I tackled it.
The cat put up an enormous fight, but I soon found that I liked the struggle just as much as the taste of the blood. There was no doubt in my mind that I was a predator, an excellent one at that. I drank from the cat, feeling every beat of its heart along the way. That excited me. The feeling of the kill was intense, but the sorrow for the creature wasn’t far behind. I couldn’t hide from that.
This was the part that was the worst, but I pushed every feeling that I was having about it to the back of my mind. This was how I was going to have to be in order to survive and I did not need to be regretful about the kill. Not if I want to live, or, I guess I should say, exist.
After I was finished draining my prey, I began walking back in the direction of the rock that I had been sitting on. I was not thrilled with the idea of checking to see if he had replied back to my question. Maybe I didn’t need him like I thought I did. I was beginning to think that it was possible for me to be able to live out in the woods. I would be able to avoid killing a person then, but what about my mother?
Thinking of her made me shake off the idea of staying away. She needs me. I am all that she has left now with my father gone. Would she be able to accept what I am? Or would she make me leave and pretend that I had ran away? I just won’t tell her about what happened and then everything would be fine. Lying to myself seemed like a good thing to do at the moment.
I was back at the rock in no time at all, but I sensed that I wasn’t alone. There was something else there and I was certain that it wasn’t an animal because I couldn’t hear the beating of a heart or smell blood anywhere. The presence seemed empty and cold.
Moving closer to the rock, I saw a man standing beside it. He had his back to me and looked like he was holding my phone. Standing as still as I could, I watched him. My eyes focused in on the back of his head and I recognized the black hair instantly. It was him. He had come to meet me here. But how did he know where I was? He must have been following me the entire time.
“I know you are there.” he said as he turned to face me. I was frozen with fear. I couldn’t move at all. And believe me, I wanted to. I wanted to run away from him as fast as I could, but it was impossible.
He walked up to me like nothing had ever happened and I was unable to flee. I wanted to, but something held me there. I was more frightened in this very moment than I had ever remembered being. What could I do? Nothing.
“I see that you have fed again.” He was good at knowing when I had taken blood. I guess he could sense the power it gave me. Maybe he really had been watching me all this time. I wasn’t sure about either of my ideas on the matter.
I didn’t say anything back to him. I couldn’t. I was both fearful and intrigued by him. He had the knowledge that I needed to survive and I knew that he could kill me at any time that he wanted to.
The thought of him killing me made me feel even worse.
“I have no plans to harm you.” Aden saying that eased the tension that I was feeling. Although I was now this unnatural being,
I wasn’t quite ready to die. Not like I had thought that I was earlier. I want to see my mother one last time before I died.
He took my hand and led me back to the rock. “Please, sit” he said as he took his place on one side. I cautiously sat down beside him, expecting anything to happen at any moment.
I took a quick moment to really look at him. Now that he looked calm and wasn’t on top of me trying to kill me, he looked, well, good. His eyes sparkled in the sunlight and I soon found that I couldn’t break eye contact with him.
“What am I?” I asked before I realized I had said anything.
“You are a vampire.”
I had thought that before now, but I wasn’t sure. If I actually was a vampire, how can I be out in the sunlight? I realized that I had so many questions that I wanted to ask him. There was so much for me to learn.
“How are we out in the sunlight then?” I asked.
He laughed as he made his reply. “We are Day Walkers.”
He explained that we are a different breed of vampire. We can walk in the sun, eat and drink regular food, but we did still need to have a regular diet of blood to survive. I found all this to be more interesting than I had expected it was going to be.
“What is your name?” I asked him, not thinking that my question might anger him. Thankfully, he seemed to be fine with whatever I asked him. That was sure going to make this a whole lot easier, I thought to myself.
“My name is Aden.”
What a beautiful name. I caught myself lost in thought about the gorgeous being that had attacked me. I knew that I should hate him, but the more that I talked to him, the more I relaxed.
“I haven’t had the chance to ask your name either.” Aden said as he looked at the rock.
“Laynie.” I blushed as I looked at him.
He looked up at me just as I was trying to look away. His eyes held mine and at that moment I felt the fire again.
“Why am I so thirsty?”
Aden explained that it was because I was feeding on animal blood and not human blood. Obviously, human blood stays in our system longer. I hated the thought of that. It was wrong to feed from a human. Or, that was what I thought.
“What happens if I don’t take human blood?”
He waited for a moment before he said anything in return. All the while, he was looking at me, smiling as if he was happy about something.
Aden was very confusing to me. I wasn’t sure whether he liked me or not and I guess that really doesn’t even matter, but I would like for him not to be planning on killing me without me knowing about it. All the thoughts that I had about getting revenge on him had disappeared. I didn’t want that now.
“If you do not drink human blood you will die.”
I was hoping that would not have been his answer, but I think that I should not get my expectations about my new life twisted with a fairy tale. This was certainly going to be more than that.
We talked for a long time and I hadn’t noticed that nighttime was within a few minutes. My attention had been focused on Aden and I had not been aware of anything but what he was telling me.
I was desperate to understand what kind of life I was going to lead. Was it going to be torture? I shivered at the thought of having to feed on a human. That was the part that I don’t think is ever going to go away.
“I need to feed now. I am almost to the point of pain.”
I could tell that my saying that had rattled him. He was pale and I had a feeling that he needed to as well.
“I don’t sense anything out here that would sustain us both.”
I scanned the area and found that he was right. The only animal that I had found had been a tiny rabbit. That was only going to make our thirst worse.
“Come. I have a place nearby. The fridge is full of human blood.” he said and before I knew it, he had put my phone in his pocket and snatched my hand.
We were moving at such a rate of speed that I was certain that we were flying. I love the feeling that it gave me. So much power was in this new body and I could do anything that I wanted to.
We came upon a small house at the base of the mountain. The area that surrounded it was sure to keep away any unwanted visitors. The trees were thick and made the house look darker than normal, but I liked the way it looked. Aden had taken great care of it and I could tell that he wanted it to look nice. Why, I have no idea. It wasn’t like anyone was going to want to come out here.
A small rose garden, filled with different shades of blooms, was off to each side of the walkway. I felt the need to stop and gaze at them. The thirst couldn’t even keep me from it. I had always loved to look at flowers and these were in such wonderful condition that I had to take the time to appreciate them.
Aden pulled gently on my hand and I could tell that he was in great need of blood, so, I didn’t linger at the gardens any longer.
For some reason, I didn’t want him to be in pain. I guess it was because I had felt that pain before and it was not a pleasant experience. I don’t think that I would wish that on anyone. Not even him.
I remembered what he had told me about bloodlust. If I waited too long to feed, than my body would take over and force me to take blood. When that happened, there would be no stopping me from attacking and it wouldn’t matter who I done it to. Aden said that vampires had been known to attack other vamps in the process.
I didn’t want to attack anyone. Not even Aden. I just want to be able to live peacefully, but I was sure that in order to have the life that I wanted, I was going to have to do it alone. I couldn’t involve anyone else in what was my nature now. Just imagine what my mother would think if I came home one night covered in blood.
I could sense the fogginess entering my mind. That had been one of Aden’s first warning signs that he gave me. I knew now that it was only going to be a matter of minutes before I was in pure bloodlust.
He had asked me to wait in the living room until he had the blood prepared. It was his intention for me to be made to control myself around the juicy red liquid that I was craving now.
Better yet, I was starving. “Aden?” I called from the sofa.
“Coming!” I heard him shout from the kitchen.
I hope that he hurries because I don’t know how much longer I am going to be able to wait.
“Calm down, Laynie.”
But it was too late. I could feel the rage building up inside me and I knew that there was not a single thing that I could do about it. I could smell the blood and I was up off the sofa in an instant. I moved with stealth and precision as I made my way to the entrance of the kitchen.
When I turned the corner in the direction that I smelled the blood, there Aden stood. He was poised to attack. That caught me off guard. He wasn’t going to attack me. He was going to have to defend himself from me.
“Laynie, you better stay back!” he screamed at me, but I didn’t care. All I could think about was getting to the blood on the counter behind him. Aden knew that too.
He turned to grab the oversized coffee mug, then put it on the counter in front of me, and smiled. “See, everything is okay, sweetheart.”
I immediately took the mug and turned it up, taking all the precious liquid inside and leaving not a single drop behind. I could feel the panicked feeling from the bloodlust leaving me and I was face to face with Aden. How could I have been so stupid? I could have killed him and whoever else might have been in the area. I was sure to make myself feed on a regular basis from here on out. I couldn’t risk getting out of control like this again.
I stood there looking at Aden. I wanted to apologize for almost attacking him, but I was so ashamed of myself that I thought I would be better off to just keep my mouth shut. I didn’t want to make him angry at me.
Every emotion that I was used to having had been heightened. My anger turned to rage and I noticed that my sadness quickly turned into desolation. There was just so much that I needed to learn.
But there was the matter of the emotion that I was feeling right now. I had never felt this. It was a burning like my thirst, but it was in the rest of my body. Maybe it was the human blood that I had just drunk.
Soon, my mind wasn’t clouded and the need to feed was still there, but I had managed to tuck it safely away. I wanted to drink more and obviously Aden knew that I was going to because he had turned his attention away from me and began to warm up another mug full for me. The beeping sound that the microwave had made when the process was finished was like music to my ears. It soothed me to know that I was going to be offered blood again.
He took the mug out and handed it to me. I took it without hesitation and thanked him. This time I didn’t drink nearly as fast as I had with the previous cup. Savoring the taste was working wonders for me and I was glad that I didn’t have to take it directly from the source. When I was finished, I took the mug to the sink and washed it and placed it in the dish drainer.
“Are you feeling better now?” Aden asked.
“Yeah… Look, I’m sorry about before. I wasn’t sure what was happening and when I finally realized it, well, it was too late.”
He nodded and smiled at me, knowing that I was sincere in my apology. I felt more at ease with him. Being comfortable around him was a good thing. That meant that I was no longer thinking of ways to kill him. Honestly, I think he turned me because he was lonely.
Life has always been so fascinating to me. There are things out there to discover every day. New sights, sounds, and most of all, new feelings. It can be as simple as hearing a bird sing it’s morning song to a smile from a child that you pass on the street. The beauty that the world holds has always captivated me in ways that even I couldn’t understand.
My name is Amber. My mother said that she named me that because my hair is the color of golden straw in the sunlight. However, she still sometimes calls me the nickname she had given me when I was a small girl. Goldilocks. Hearing her call out for me like that had always put a smile on my face.
My mother’s name is as beautiful as she is. Melody. I have always thought that it suited her in a way. It was probably due to the fact that the sound of her voice had always reminded me of the most beautiful songs. The kind without words, but it was still possible to interpret the feelings behind the notes.
She is a small framed woman and for some reason, she looks younger than she is. Her long hair looks just like mine. The length of it fell just around the middle of her back and when the sun hits it, it is absolutely breathtaking.
The blueness of her eyes grabs you and at times I feel like I get lost in them. There are no words on Earth that I could use that would describe them well enough.
I was raised in the most simple of ways. My parents had only expected that I listened to what I was told and that I take their advice. Considering that I have the most loving and understanding parents in the world, it wasn’t hard for me to do what they asked of me.
Ever since I can remember, my father had a certain simplicity to him as well. He was stern when he had to be, but I cannot remember a single time that I have heard him raise his voice in anger at anyone. There have been times when I thought that he should have, but that just isn’t who my father is.
Both my father and mother have such a degree of understanding to them. To be honest, I’m beyond thankful for both of them and the life they have worked so hard to give me.
Our house isn’t a mansion, but it isn’t a shack either. We live in a three bedroom brick house that sits perfectly at the end of a gravel driveway. Fields lay as far as the eye can see to each side of the house. In the back is a bit different. The darkest forest that I have ever seen is only a few minutes stroll from the back yard.
When I was a young child I was never allowed to go near the woods. To be honest, I’m not sure why, but that was the only time that I can remember seeing my parents in a panic. That was a day that I don’t think I will ever get out of my memory.
I had been outside playing in the back. There had been some squirrels that I was watching. The way that they were scattering around had caught my attention. Before I knew what was happening, I had followed them to the edge of the trees. It was dark under the trees. The tops had blocked out the sun in such a way that it almost seemed like night inside the forest.
The first step that I had taken inside the trees was almost a warning sign to my parents. The sound of the back door slinging open was odd. It had been so forceful. Even as a small child it alarmed me.
My mother was calling my name as she was running frantically to me. Not but a few feet behind her was my father. As I watched them racing to me I could see the fear on both of their faces. Being such a small child, I couldn’t understand what the problem was. Was there something wrong with the animals?
As soon as my mother reached me, she scooped me up and moved me from the forest. I was back in the sunlight. Her voice at that moment stays etched inside my memory. There had been such urgency in her warning to me to stay away from the forest. Being a good girl, I listened and promised that I would never go there again. My mother’s tears meant something more than just normal fear that day. I had done something that was worse than I knew, but it wasn’t something that I had understood. All I knew is that I had better listen to what my mother had told me.
Now I am seventeen years old and I still don’t go to that area. The memory frightens me still. Over the years, I had heard my parent speak of bears that lived inside the forest. They had always seemed to be concerned that they would come out in the fields. I wasn’t sure why other than being afraid that they would come up to the house. Bears were animals that are unpredictable at best. There was something about the discussions that bothered me. My parents had always spoke of not one, but a group of three bears. Something about the nature of it struck me in a sinister way. One thing was certain. Something terrible was wrong with those bears.
Spring has finally come. The coldness of the Winter has gone and the warmth of the sun has replaced it. This is my favorite time of year. All the flowers are starting to bloom and the vivid colors are to die for. Nature has always been one of the best things to me. Trees seem to sway and speak to one another as the light breeze passes through their tops.
Looking out my window was a morning ritual. Watching the sun come up gave me a sense of renewal and hope that every day could be the beginning of something great.
I had been talking to a guy for several weeks now. His name is Jayce and he’s seventeen too. There is something about him that I can’t quite put my finger on, but I know that he is a good person. I’ve watched him while he is around his friends. He has a gentle nature to him. The compassion that he shows other people is profound and It draws me closer to him every day. At first we started out as friends. It was an accident that we had met. Jayce is part of the popular crowd. The fact that he is the captain of the football team wasn’t a bad thing. Usually guys like him are mean and inconsiderate, but he isn’t. I like that about him.
We are both seniors now. The first day of school was when we actually met. I was walking down the hall with Hope. She has been my best friend since grade school. Where you see one of us, you see the other. The bell had just rung. As always, I’m trying my best to get to my next class without getting detention. When I rounded the corner, I smacked right into Jayce. My books went flying and I was in the floor looking straight up at him. He had such a curious smile at that moment and I was in love in an instant. When he held his hand down to me I took it without hesitation. After helping me back to my feet, he gathered my books and asked to walk me to my next class. I agreed with a smile and a feeling that I had stumbled on to something that would become something far greater than anything that I could ever imagine.
At the door of my next class he handed me all the books that he had been carrying. With that grin that I seemed to have fallen in love with he asked for my number. I grabbed a pen from my bag and scribbled it gently on the back of his hand, told him I would talk to him later and walked into class.
As I walked to my desk it was like I was walking on a cloud, floating above my reality. Nothing seemed to matter except for the way that he had made me feel at that very moment. It was as if my every emotion had changed and for once I am seeing things in a different light.
I struggled to keep my mind on the lecture my teacher was giving, but all I could think about was Jayce. He had invaded my mind and I fought to control my thoughts. Between Biology and him battling inside my mind for control, I was beginning to think that I was going to go crazy. I had never been this scattered in my life. Is this what love is supposed to feel like? To me it seems to be more like a tsunami inside myself. Finally, the bell ending the school day rang. I don’t think that I have ever been so relieved.
I walked out of class hoping to see Jayce, but he wasn’t there. I’m not sure why that I was thinking that he would be standing outside the door waiting on me. I suppose that was a bit childish of me. We had just met and I’m already dreaming up hopes and expectations that I shouldn’t.
My drive home was longer than usual. I had decided to go by the river on my way home. I had thought that the relaxing sound of the water would calm my thoughts, but this time it didn’t. So much for that great idea. Although, I was enjoying the view.
This had to be my most favorite place to go. The walk down to the water was hard at times. My parents had never been comfortable with the fact that I come here alone. They told me that it was too dangerous, but they understood. The only request that they had made was that I made sure to let them know when I come here and when I’m leaving. I can compromise on that issue with no problem at all. They have a good point. If I were to come here and something happens to me then they would know where to come.
The hill is steep and I have to be careful of my footing. The trail is covered with various rocks that range in size. Some are larger and easier to maneuver around, while others are smaller and make the chance of sliding down the hill more possible. Once that I finally reached the rock wall I jumped over it and made my way to the water’s edge. I only had a short distance to go and then I would be on the large rock that sits right above the pool of water that always seems to draw me to it. When the water is up I can’t make it over there, but thankfully it was still passable.
The rush of the water coming over the dam has the ability to drown out any noise other than the water. It is so powerful that hearing the traffic going over the bridge above me is nearly impossible. As I sat down on the rock, my thoughts seemed to disappear. Nothing was left to confuse, excite, or to worry me at all. It was just me and the peaceful sounds of nature.
Time must have eluded me because my phone chimed alerting me that I had received a text message. When I opened it I smiled. It was my mother asking if I was still ok. Answering her with the most thoughtful of replies, I said yes. The sun had already begun to lower from the resting place in the sky and I knew that I needed to leave now if I was going to be able to make it back to my car before it gets too late to see.
Before I started my journey out I sent my mother a quick text letting her know that I was on my way out. She worries too much so I guess making it a little easier for her would be the most daughterly thing for me to do.
I took my time climbing my way up the gravel hill. All that I needed was to fall and break a leg or even worse than that, I could just fall and die altogether.
At the top I was thankful to see my car sitting there waiting. The hike takes quite a bit out of me even with me being in good physical shape. If it wasn’t for the rewards of the serenity this place gives to me I wouldn’t dare tread down there.
With a smile on my face, peace in my heart, and hope for the future, I started the engine and began on my way home. The closer that I got to my house, the more unsettled that I became. There was no reason at all for me to feel this way. I have the most undeniably wonderful parents that anyone could ask for and my life was as simple and easy as pie. Something was telling me that maybe things just aren’t right. Maybe something was wrong that I didn’t know about.
I walked in the front door. My parents must not have heard me because usually my mother would call out to me from wherever in the house she was at the time. Closing the door quietly behind me I found myself doing something that I had never done before. I was eavesdropping on my parents as they were having what seemed to be a very important conversation.
My mother was telling my father things that I couldn’t understand. She was saying that she had done everything possible to keep me from the woods, but when she is gone they will come.
My question is who will come? Why would she be saying that someone was going to come for me and more than that, why would the woods be such a desperate sounding topic for my mother all of these years? There is something that she was hiding from me, something that she didn’t want me to know about. But, why? I listened as closely as I could to what was being said. Silently I was praying to myself to not get caught listening in.
My father was reassuring her that he would do everything in his power to keep me safe. What scared me the most was my mother said that when she is gone. What does that mean? I found myself crying and I knew in an instant that I had been discovered. When I opened my eyes to be sure that I wasn’t having a nightmare both of my parents were standing in the doorway looking right at me. I expected to see anger in their faces, but that wasn’t the case. All that I could see is desperation in my mother’s eyes and fear in my father’s. I couldn’t even speak. I just stood there and looked at them both almost scared out of my mind. For the first time in my life I was uncertain of what was happening in my world. This was a feeling that I was in no way accustomed to.
My father swallowed hard and asked, “How long have you been standing there?”
With shame in my heart my answer was not only the truth, but it was also full of regret. “Too long.”
The silence between the three of us was the loudest void that I have ever heard. Had I not chose to listen I could have very well avoided this whole situation, but deep inside my heart I knew that I needed to know what they were talking about. Families are not supposed to keep secrets from one another and I wasn’t aware that things were being hidden.
“Amber, I think that we need to talk.” My mother said to me as she motioned for me to follow them into the room and I did. She took a seat beside my father on the sofa and I chose to sit in the recliner across from them. It was the closest to the doorway in case I should feel the need to escape.
My mother had begun to tell me a story. It was one that I could recall hearing as a small child, but this time it was different. There was more of maturity in the tale.
Long ago there had been a young girl that had stumbled into the woods nearby. She had been following her new puppy that she had received from her parents on her seventh birthday. Before she knew it, the trees had overshadowed the sunlight and she had gone too deep into the woods to be able to find her way back. When she finally realized that she was lost she began to cry.
Much to her dismay, the little girl hadn’t known that evil spirits lurked in the woods. They heard her dries and watched as she desperately searched for a reminder of the way home, but she never seen one thing that could help her.
The evil spirits had seemed to see something in the child that could be of use to them, so they used their magic to embody a bear cub. Being clever they had chosen one that was fairly young so that the size wouldn’t frighten the child away. As they drew closer to the child the almost angelic words were heard coming from her tiny lips. It was something that the spirits had never heard before. The girl was praying. She had dropped to her knees in the middle of the darkest of woods and was praying with every ounce of faith in her heart. She was asking for a solution to her problem. Whether that be leading her father to her rescue, or just to keep her safe until dawn so that she could try to find her way back home.
The evil spirits found that they could have contact with the child as the bear, but they soon realized that something was blocking the magic that they wished to use against the child.
I interrupted my mother despite what I had been taught, but I done it out of confusion. “How could such a fairytale be relevant in my life now?” I asked her.
“You must listen to me very carefully, Amber. This story is so much more than just a simple fairytale, my child. It is the story of a curse and you have to give me your word that you will listen to every single word that I tell you. Listen even if you think that it is crazy and could in no way make any sense at all. Will you promise me that?” The desperation in her eyes was something that I had never seen in my mother. There was something more to this and I have to give her my word to listen as closely as I possibly can to what she is going to try to tell me.
I nodded my head in return of her request and decided that if this was that important to her then it should be as equally important to me.
She began right where she left off. Her voice had such a way about it that it didn’t matter what she told you, in your heart you could believe that it was the truth.
The girl caught sight of the animal and her curiosity had taken over. There was no doubt in her mind that it was in fact a small bear cub. She had begun to think that maybe it was lost just like she was. Silently, she sat and watched it as each step closed the distance between them. Not once did she fear being hurt. That was what had left the evil spirits unable to contact her other than by physical contact by the cub.
When the cub got close enough for her to reach, she extended her hand out slowly and with one tiny innocent finger she touched the cold, wet nose of the bear.
Soon she fell asleep while cuddled next to the bear for warmth. The girl felt that she was safe, but that wasn’t the case at all. That first touch had set the evil spirit’s plan into motion.
The next morning the child had awakened, but the bear was gone. She began to wander deeper into the woods during her search for the animal that had helped her through the night. She looked over every hill and behind every tree, but the cub was nowhere to be found. When she came upon a small creek she dropped to her knees to try to get a drink of water. She had walked for so long and was terribly thirsty. With her hands cupped, she drew handfuls of water from the cold stream and to her small lips. On the last sip she heard something stir nearby. In a matter of seconds, she was on the hunt again for her beloved hero.
With every twist and turn that she made through the trees, she found herself with less hope of ever finding her way out of the situation that she is in.
As I listened carefully to what my mother was trying to tell me, I noticed that she was wringing her hands in a nervous way and seeing her this way made me uneasy. There had to be a way for me to escape the rest of this conversation, but I knew that this wasn’t something that I was going to be able to get away with. Unfortunately, I have to sit here and listen to this.
I dropped my head into my hands, but my mother kept telling the story anyway.
The little girl had walked a very long way and had found no sign of her cub, nor had she found anything that would help her find her way out of the woods. Again, she began to cry, but she kept walking. Every tree looked the same and the sky was beginning to darken once again. She had been walking all day and she hadn’t found a way to eat. The only thing that she had was the water from the stream. Her frail body was becoming more weak by the moment from the lack of food. She wished that she had never gone out into the woods alone. If she could find her way out she swore to herself that she would never do it again.
In the distance, she could see the trees opening to a clear space and inside that clearing was a small cottage with a single light on. She was so excited when she seen it that her innocent eyes couldn’t see the real danger that was lurking there.
She ran as fast as she could. It seemed like she had run for miles before she actually made it to the door. Scared of what might happen, she took a single step back from the door. Her father had always told her never to talk to strangers, but this time she has to. Maybe the people who live here could help her get back home.
With a small step and a deep breath she raised her hand to the door and knocked.
After a short moment the door started to open. Standing there with a beautiful smile, that made the girl feel a little safer, was a young woman. Her hair glistened in the sunset. When she spoke to the child her voice seemed to calm her. It had such a gentle tone, just like her mother, but she was still a stranger. The only thing that the girl could do was ask the lady for her help.
She told her about how she had gotten lost in the woods and was unable to find her way back home.
The woman invited her inside and offered her a bowl of food.
When the girl looked at it she curled her nose and the woman asked her what was wrong.
“What is this?” the girl asked.
“Child, that is a warm meal for a small girl who hasn’t eaten in days.” The woman told her.
The woman’s response to what she had asked made the girl sad. She had not followed the teachings of her parents about having good manners.
“I’m sorry Ma’am. I didn’t mean that to sound bad.”
The woman just smiled back and encouraged her to eat.
After eating half of the meal, the small girl became sleepy and asked the woman if she could lie down for just a short while.
“Absolutely, dear.” The woman replied acting rather pleased that she could help the child. She showed her to a small bed in the back of the house. As soon as the girl saw it she felt relieved that it wasn’t some ratty old bed that wasn’t fit for a dog to sleep in.
Once she was in the bed the woman covered her with warm, soft blankets and asked, “Child. What is your name?”
With sleepy eyes the girl looked at her and replied, “Goldilocks.”
“I am Ira. Sweet dreams child.”
In no time at all she was fast asleep.
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