The room echoed with whispers, whispers of Mother and Darius. Calling out to me, departing their worries upon me.
My eyes shot open and I saw the same as when they had been closed. I sensed movement around me, I was lying down -- it was soft, plump. I was on a bed.
The temperature of the room mimicked the feeling of death, my blood felt like it was freezing over with each pump of my heart.
The questions I asked in this moment, was this death? Is this my judgment? Where do I go now?
The paramount question, what was Mother doing now?
I always wondered if Darius had ran and told her, or if he feigned ignorance in light of not wanting to be punished by the village elders. Was I considered missing or dead to them? Would they come looking for me?
All those thoughts vanished when I saw a silhouette in the darkness, it approached me.
I couldn't move a single muscle in my body, my toes barely wiggled.
A sultry yet monotonous voice brushed my ears, "You're awake. At last."
As this voice echoed through the room it was easy to identify it was a woman speaking to me. Her silhouette is still approaching me slowly, it's becoming clearer the more closer she comes.
"You've been sleeping for around two weeks now. It was a difficult time for you." She continued to speak, "Your body is still adapting to the changes."
As soon as she said that my throat dried up, heaving quite heavily from my stomach trying to speak. Wanting any words to come out at all. Alas, nothing came out, only the guttural groans.
"Do not try to speak, you are still adapting. I will be back." She said this as she continued to walk away from me.
My eyes began to droop, lulling myself back into another rest. When I next awoke I could feel my hands, my feet. Yet the warmth within my body was completely gone. That same feeling of death lingered around my blood, pumping ice around my veins. It felt horrible.
My fingers twitched, my eyes could zip to them quickly, inspecting them in the darkness. They had changed. They were thinner, paler. Even my nails had a sharpness that they did not possess before.
My throat continued to feel like it was constantly choking, my muscles tensing along my neck, trying my hardest to have some sort of noise come out.
A skeletal hand emerged from the darkness and a scarlet liquid poured into my throat without even knowing, the only thing I could do was keep my mouth open. The taste was euphoric, the very liquid felt like what ambrosia would've tasted like.
I instantly swallowed, it may have been a mistake at the time, but the feeling from swallowing it made my eyes shoot open. I felt the wealth from this liquid immediately spread throughout my body.
I felt alive once more, the vigour that spread throughout my body made me shoot up immediately, my back straight yet still laying in bed.
The darkness gave way, light finally arrived to my eyes, I could see clearly. No lanterns or candles lit up my path. I saw her, finally.
Her skin was porcelain white, her hair hung down to her back, two strands accompanied her fringe on her forehead. Her eyes were a deep red, mimicking the scarlet liquid that had poured into my mouth. Her hands were bony, yet so regal.
She extended her hand to my cheek and began to slowly stroke my cheek. "Finally, you have truly awoken."
I couldn't move away from her grasp, in fact, I oddly yearned for it. "What happened to me?"
Her voice was still monotonous, her gaze piercing through me as if they were daggers forged of ice. "You died. You were reborn, in my image, child."
Every word she says is another question dancing upon my mind, none of this made sense.
"I'm... alive..?" I managed to squeal out, my thirst had been satiated, it allowed me a lot more manoeuvrability for speech.
"In a sense, child." She whispered solemnly. "You are now one with me, I have tasted your blood in your fleeting moments, in turn, I have given you my own." Her face made no changes in emotion, she simply stated what had happened with the same monotonous expression painted across her face. Her pale face attempting to mimic a smile, but there was no warmth behind it.
"But, I died. How is that even..."
"Enough questions child, you must still rest. You have a favour to repay." Her stark raven black hair swayed as she turned away from me, only lifting a finger towards me as she turned. When she flicked her finger down I immediately fell asleep again.
Gods know how much time had passed, none of it made sense. I was dead, then 'alive.' What sort of cruel joke was that? Where was Mother? Darius? Who was this woman? Nothing she said answered any of my questions.
I awoke once more, being able to finally feel a sensation within my body, I tilted my head up and lifted my body. It felt light, lighter than usual. The ease with which I sat up was trivial. My legs sweep over the bed onto the side, bending over to finally leverage myself onto the floor, it felt as if I weighed a feather.
"You're finally awake, child." The same sultry voice emerged from the shadows. Eyes of scarlet, hair of midnight, her face small, her skin pale.
My body reflexively jumped back slightly, "Who are you, really?" My voice trembled, now that I had a sense of what was truly happening here, I could tell she was trouble.
"I am Morgana, child. Your sire. You have tasted my blood, and in turn, you are now a child of my clan. You are a child of night. You are a vampire."
What..?
No, that can't be...
That's impossible, vampires don't exist! I can't...
My knees buckle, falling onto the stone-paved floor, looking around once more. No lights, yet I could still see. My eyes trailed to my hands. My skin was porcelain white, like hers...
Morgana simply gestured her hand, out of her hand danced a scarlet hue, it engulfed the air and concentrated in front of me. It showed me my reflection.
My eyes scarlet red, like hers...
It was true.
I was a vampire.