7 CHAPTER SEVEN
One Month Later….
My red hair which was brown a month ago swayed in the breeze. The crisp air was strong in my nostrils . My newfound life was not like it used to be. Before I was human and had a shorter life span than I do now. Why was it so different? I looked back at the moment that Marcus' blood had changed me. I was trapped in my head for the longest time, remembering what I had suppressed when I was six years old. I've been a vampire for over a month and I still didn't understand how everything works. My hearing, my eyesight, and even the simple thing as speed. Marcus was teaching me how to tame the crave for blood but every now and then I found it complicated to focus on small tasks like I had before the crash. It was a headache and I had promised to try harder to control the urges that always seems to want to consume me.
"It will take time and practice before your able to fully control the bloodlust that our kind has." Marcus' tone echoed in my mind but even then how long will it take before I had such control? How long before this craving dims to a bare minimal? I wanted to ask but I couldn't bring myself to ask. I had other things swirling in my mind as it was and I wanted to make sure that my sanity was in check before advancing to the next phase in this life.
Marcus seemed like a mystery. Someone who didn't like to talk about his past and how he came to be the way he is. He, on the other hand, has had a sneak peak on what my life once was. Someone such as myself was only trying to survive in a world that was so mundane, however, once the transformation took hold of me, all of my memories that I demanded that I forget came rushing back to me like a fire storm. My mother had married a warlock from when she was vacationing in London at the age of eighteen with her parents. My father, whom never said a word to her at the time of what he was capable of, only found out because she was snooping around his quarters that following night. Why I remember this was beyond me but was shocked at how much I had actually forgotten.
At the time when I was six I was truly terrified of my own abilities because of my own significance to the universe. My father once said to my mother that I was meant for greatness but back then I didn't want any part of that world. So I begged her to remove my memories so that I could have a normal life. Now that I think back on what had transpired, I could of been able to stop the crash from happening if I had those powers. Telekinesis. It was one ability that I wished that I could have kept over the years. One thing for sure however, was my telepathy which had been seeping out over the years and for that I was amazed. Rather confused at times on how I was able to talk to others through thoughts but I can't say that I regret it because it allowed me to speak to Marcus and allow him to keep me calm through the change.
I owe them everything for helping me when I was hurt. For helping me get through the change and guiding me on this newfound way of life. How was I supposed to owe them everything when I have nothing to give? The thought escaped and I was concerned that Marcus or even the other two would hear me. So I kept my mind closed for the time being, silently mauling over the details of everything that has happened so far. My life. My old life and the one that was given to me. Everything was eternally different from now on. This is something that I will never get used to, as far as my idea of thinking goes.
"She looks as though she's going through a lot lately," Nora said as she leaned her hip against the windowsill and looked out across the field at Emery, who was lost in thought. It has been over a month since the change and yes there was a lot to process. Our way of life was different compared to the life of the mundane world but before Nora had the chance to finish her comment, I heard howling in the distance and then the rotten aroma of wolves and rogues close by. My heart dropped and I instinctively rushed outside in time to hear Emery's terrified scream before a rogue pounced on her. A rogue was a genetic experiment gone wrong just as I was when I was held captive only I didn't turn hideous and fowl with sharp looking teeth and flesh that bared fur and bone. Claws like knives protruding from the fingers that could easily cut through just about anything. Emery was still new at being a vampire and had no real knowledge of defending herself in a situation like this but what I saw was her, grappling with the rogue and jumping on top of it and snapping its neck, leaving it for dead. As I raced toward Emery to defend off the rogues, I came to a halt to check to see if she was alright. She only nodded and I turned to see if Nora and Blake were behind me to help fight off the enemies.
"Why are they here?" Blakes asked, his tone sounded worried and his stance meant that he was ready for battle.
"I'm not sure but we need to find a way to get rid of them." I said as looked over my shoulder to see Emery getting up on her feet. Her face was covered in blood and I had wondered if the rogue had scratched her. Rogue scratches didn't have an effect on our kind but left major damages that took time to heal. A deep gash was visible and clearly bleeding. I shook my head and forced my attention toward the forest. There had to be another rogue or two waiting for us to let our guard down.
"You mean there is more of those things?" I heard Emry ask from behind me. "What are we going to do when they come back and what exactly do they want?" She sounded panicked as though she was worried that they were after her instead of the whole group.
I ruffled my dark hair and tried to find the right words to calm he but only came up with a blank slate. Fuck me. I thought as I glanced toward the forest. "I don't know." I uttered the words as calmly as I could and looked at her with my golden gaze. "Screw the plan of trying to get rid of them."
Blake opened his mouth as if he was about to say something but Emery piped in. "Do you think it could of been a message of some sorts?" Her voice, even in the midst of all the chaos, was like music to my ears. Over the course of one month, Emery wove herself in the deepest depths of my soul without her trying and that was an odd feeling and even though I had Nora and Blake to help the loneliness that hid inside of myself, I always felt like there was something missing and maybe Emery was the key. The key to help me even more so than my friends could. Was it love? Was I falling for this woman that I had saved not that long ago?
One month Prior…..
The chilly night air was ever present on my face. The night creatures prowled but I paid no mind to it, considering that I was one myself. It was ironic really. Me and my friends were banished from the one clan that took us in when no one else would and now the leader blamed us for something that I don't ever doing. It was childish really. Was there something that I didn't know? I was genetically turned, labeling me a pureblood bit no matter how hard I tried to think of the reasons that leader kicked us out, nothing came. No memory of why or how. I remember being at the lake with my friends at the time of the incident. Sarene DaMarco was the leader and it was stated that if a human wanted to be turned, it had to be consented. If not then there would be consequences that should be met. This also applies to them being injured in any way. Like with Emery and the crash….
Emery. Her name was only a whisper but loud enough to be heard. A voice seemed to have entered her mind and thankfully I could hear it. The accident happened just miles away from our small cabin where we were meant to stay. It was quiet and nobody really bothered us accept the small visits from the Remus pack which I still found really annoying. Why should they care what we did? We were banished and that only meant that we were no longer allowed to step foot on Clan grounds or else we would easily slaughtered by Sarene's bodyguards and allies. I hated not being a part of them but It was a small price to pay for silence and no war.
"Emery is still changing," I hear Blake from behind me, I turned and eyed him. "As soon as she is recovered and awake, she is going to need to eat." He wore a dark blue sweater and sweats, it wasn't his normal attire but I guess he just wanted to be comfortable. "Do you want," I raised my hand and shook my head and Blake closed his mouth.
"No," I answered lightly. "I will teach her." Was the only thing I said before I heard the piercing sound of howling coming from the distance. My head snapped toward the forest and knew who it was. "Jarvis and his pack are here." I said. "Get back and check on Emery and help Nora if needed." Blake didn't say another word and dashed off toward home.
