For Your Entertainment 2/?
When I woke from the sleep all the booze and bites had put me in I was surprised when I didn't feel that different. I didn't have a sudden craving for blood, and the sun was shining through the window onto my skin and it didn't feel like I was burning at all. Maybe all the myths about biting and blood-transference was wrong, maybe that's not how you become a vampire.
I rose from the bed, or attempted to for a few moments, and stumbled my way to the bathroom. I cleared my throat and winced, it felt clogged with something hard and sharp, like a sore throat from hell. I managed to stand straight in front of the mirror and stared into it, trying to see if I looked any different. I grimaced at the dark red circles of teeth marks and the bruise-like patches on my neck , I'd have to find something to cover that up unless I wanted everyone to start assuming I'd gone to bed with the blond.
I grumbled and filled the cup on the sink with water, I took a few gulps to see if maybe it would clear whatever was in my throat. The good thing was that it worked, but as soon as I'd gotten those first few swallows the water seemed to come rushing back up my throat. As the coughing fit started and the cup clattered to the floor as my hands tried to find some relief in the walls or counter, I noticed the liquid falling into the sink wasn't just water. There were chunks of dried blood in the reddish substance, and the more I coughed the redder it seemed to get. I quickly pulled my hand over my mouth to try and get it to stop but the blood kept flowing through my fingertips, now splattering over the counter and mirror.
I felt a hand on my back, and a voice trying to soothe me as if his quiet words would cure the coughing. I inhaled deeply a few times, trying to catch me breath, and eventually the coughing subsided. I grimaced and spit out the left over blood, running my hand under the water to clean it off then getting a towel to mop up were it stained the white.
"It'll be like this for the first few hours..." I looked into the mirror, his blurring reflection seemed to be worried, "It's all the disease and imperfections your body has." He gestured to the red in the sink, "The blood I gave you cycles through you until all the imperfections are gone. Then it'll finish the transformation."
I grimaced and turned around to him, feeling the sharp feeling come back into my throat as I did. I winced and clasped my hand around my throat in hopes that it would stop the next fit, "Why did you do this?" I glared at him, "Why me?"
He hesitated for a moment then shrugged, "I figured I'd have to tell you at one point." He forced me to sit on the side of the bath tub then leaned back against the counter, "You know that night I came in? Well I was looking for someone I could feed off of, since I hadn't been able to drink for a while I was able to pick up subtler scents than usual."
I blinked as he didn't continue then sighed, "Okay, what does that mean?" He smiled, "I don't exactly know that much about vampires except the biting and blood drinking thing..."
He chuckled, "Well, we can tell how close a person is to dying, or if they have a disease. Anything like that, really." His lips slowly started to turn downward, his expression becoming more serious, "That's the reason I came to you..."
I blinked a few times as he stopped then I realized what we meant, "Wait a second..." I dropped my eyes to the floor for a moment, like I was trying to find some sort of explanation out of what he was insinuating, "You mean I was going to die?"
He nodded, and with that simple gesture I felt all the color and heat drain from my face in an instant, along with that coughing fit winning over me. I spun around to the bath and watched wide-eyed as the blood splashed onto the white and swirled down the drain. He came over to rest his hand on my back again then continued, "I couldn't tell what it was from, but I could tell it was going to happen soon." He rubbed my back as the coughing elevated; it felt as if something else other than the blood and shards of red was coming, some huge lump of some sort.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the coughing started to feel like it was tearing at my throat, I could faintly feel the vampire shift forward a bit, his hand stopping the circular motions on my back. I felt tears stinging my eyes then after a few more coughs the tears felt more painful, and a few more later another burst of blood came out along with something that made an odd thump on the sink floor. After the coughing subsided I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at the blond. It looked like he was holding some sort of bloody ball, then his expression lightened in realization for a second before he frowned, "So that's what it was..."
I tried to open my mouth to ask what he meant, then winced as my throats burning increased with even the little intake of air. He understood what I wanted though, apparently, because after poking around with the object a bit more he started to explain, "I think you had a malformed heart." He showed the object to me, it looked a little bit too small to be a heart, even a bad one, "One of the chambers the pulmonary artery here is partially sealed, and one of the chambers is starting to cave." He examined it for a bit more then chuckled slightly, "From the looks of things you would've been gone today."
I grimaced and turned back to the drain... so this annoying vampire had actually saved my life? I didn't think vampires had hearts anymore... I smirked that the little pun then placed my hand against my chest. There was nothing, I couldn't feel anything. It wasn't just the beating of a heart I'd always thought was healthy, but there was no heat or cold, nothing familiar. I blinked after I felt something like liquid sloshing through I bottle, and not a moment later another coughing fit started.
After minutes of endless coughing and blood and pain, that same darkness from before started to engulf my vision. The last things I felt before a gentle numbness took me was the rolling of my eyes into my skull, the trickle of blood along my cheek, and the vampire's hands grabbing onto my shoulders before I hit the floor. Then it was that same abyss from before...
This time, however, it was more inviting. Not only because that burning pain wasn't a constant, or that quiet that rang in my ears for how's was now replaced with a gentle hum like machinery. It helped that I felt enlightened, that I had insurance that things were going to be alright when I woke up. I knew they'd be different... really different, but I knew that everything was going to be okay.
I guess this is what a near-death experience is like...
I rose from the bed, or attempted to for a few moments, and stumbled my way to the bathroom. I cleared my throat and winced, it felt clogged with something hard and sharp, like a sore throat from hell. I managed to stand straight in front of the mirror and stared into it, trying to see if I looked any different. I grimaced at the dark red circles of teeth marks and the bruise-like patches on my neck , I'd have to find something to cover that up unless I wanted everyone to start assuming I'd gone to bed with the blond.
I grumbled and filled the cup on the sink with water, I took a few gulps to see if maybe it would clear whatever was in my throat. The good thing was that it worked, but as soon as I'd gotten those first few swallows the water seemed to come rushing back up my throat. As the coughing fit started and the cup clattered to the floor as my hands tried to find some relief in the walls or counter, I noticed the liquid falling into the sink wasn't just water. There were chunks of dried blood in the reddish substance, and the more I coughed the redder it seemed to get. I quickly pulled my hand over my mouth to try and get it to stop but the blood kept flowing through my fingertips, now splattering over the counter and mirror.
I felt a hand on my back, and a voice trying to soothe me as if his quiet words would cure the coughing. I inhaled deeply a few times, trying to catch me breath, and eventually the coughing subsided. I grimaced and spit out the left over blood, running my hand under the water to clean it off then getting a towel to mop up were it stained the white.
"It'll be like this for the first few hours..." I looked into the mirror, his blurring reflection seemed to be worried, "It's all the disease and imperfections your body has." He gestured to the red in the sink, "The blood I gave you cycles through you until all the imperfections are gone. Then it'll finish the transformation."
I grimaced and turned around to him, feeling the sharp feeling come back into my throat as I did. I winced and clasped my hand around my throat in hopes that it would stop the next fit, "Why did you do this?" I glared at him, "Why me?"
He hesitated for a moment then shrugged, "I figured I'd have to tell you at one point." He forced me to sit on the side of the bath tub then leaned back against the counter, "You know that night I came in? Well I was looking for someone I could feed off of, since I hadn't been able to drink for a while I was able to pick up subtler scents than usual."
I blinked as he didn't continue then sighed, "Okay, what does that mean?" He smiled, "I don't exactly know that much about vampires except the biting and blood drinking thing..."
He chuckled, "Well, we can tell how close a person is to dying, or if they have a disease. Anything like that, really." His lips slowly started to turn downward, his expression becoming more serious, "That's the reason I came to you..."
I blinked a few times as he stopped then I realized what we meant, "Wait a second..." I dropped my eyes to the floor for a moment, like I was trying to find some sort of explanation out of what he was insinuating, "You mean I was going to die?"
He nodded, and with that simple gesture I felt all the color and heat drain from my face in an instant, along with that coughing fit winning over me. I spun around to the bath and watched wide-eyed as the blood splashed onto the white and swirled down the drain. He came over to rest his hand on my back again then continued, "I couldn't tell what it was from, but I could tell it was going to happen soon." He rubbed my back as the coughing elevated; it felt as if something else other than the blood and shards of red was coming, some huge lump of some sort.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the coughing started to feel like it was tearing at my throat, I could faintly feel the vampire shift forward a bit, his hand stopping the circular motions on my back. I felt tears stinging my eyes then after a few more coughs the tears felt more painful, and a few more later another burst of blood came out along with something that made an odd thump on the sink floor. After the coughing subsided I slowly opened my eyes and looked over at the blond. It looked like he was holding some sort of bloody ball, then his expression lightened in realization for a second before he frowned, "So that's what it was..."
I tried to open my mouth to ask what he meant, then winced as my throats burning increased with even the little intake of air. He understood what I wanted though, apparently, because after poking around with the object a bit more he started to explain, "I think you had a malformed heart." He showed the object to me, it looked a little bit too small to be a heart, even a bad one, "One of the chambers the pulmonary artery here is partially sealed, and one of the chambers is starting to cave." He examined it for a bit more then chuckled slightly, "From the looks of things you would've been gone today."
I grimaced and turned back to the drain... so this annoying vampire had actually saved my life? I didn't think vampires had hearts anymore... I smirked that the little pun then placed my hand against my chest. There was nothing, I couldn't feel anything. It wasn't just the beating of a heart I'd always thought was healthy, but there was no heat or cold, nothing familiar. I blinked after I felt something like liquid sloshing through I bottle, and not a moment later another coughing fit started.
After minutes of endless coughing and blood and pain, that same darkness from before started to engulf my vision. The last things I felt before a gentle numbness took me was the rolling of my eyes into my skull, the trickle of blood along my cheek, and the vampire's hands grabbing onto my shoulders before I hit the floor. Then it was that same abyss from before...
This time, however, it was more inviting. Not only because that burning pain wasn't a constant, or that quiet that rang in my ears for how's was now replaced with a gentle hum like machinery. It helped that I felt enlightened, that I had insurance that things were going to be alright when I woke up. I knew they'd be different... really different, but I knew that everything was going to be okay.
I guess this is what a near-death experience is like...