The Turning:
By: Lyndaura
Chapter 1 - Hidden
My life up until now. Hell. Okay, maybe not my entire life was hell. Just after a night that I will never forget. I wish I could, but maybe its more painful to forget than to remember.
I was out with my friend Veronica for her 16th birthday. Well, we both knew that we were too old to have one of those corny parties where your parents host it, and you play stupid games. I'm not amazingly social, and I'm not gorgeous, or a slut, or rich. I'm normal. Short, skinny, and not smart. I am the essence of normal, well, at least I wish I still was. You see, that night, I met my fears. That night, I learned that life is a myth, and a few are struggling everyday to keep the rest of the world in a state of blissful ignorance. I didn't want the truth. It came after me. After all, I am a walking prophecy.
Veronica is more beautiful, smart, rich and not to be mean, but also more 'easy' than me. I mean, its what makes her popular. She just hangs around me, because, isn't this ironic, to get some normalcy in her life. She calls me her bud, but really, I'm just her charity project. Back then, stuff like that happened everyday, but when you get dealt lemons, you make lemonade. Then again, that was back then, now is a different world entirely. Of course now, when you get dealt lemons, you use the juice as a disinfectant/cleaner/stain remover/air freshener and the rest of it as weapons. You learn to be thrifty after awhile.
But any ways, I played along, and smiled for her, and I didn't get made the object of everyone's daily verbal assaults.
"So, you're coming with me to the Garage tonight, right?" she asks in the girls' washroom. Yeah, don't ask me in public or anything. Nice friend. She's so superficial. Blonde, skinny, 'developed', if you know what I mean, and she sits there for ten minutes putting layer and layer of makeup on, but she doesn't look any different! I'm leaning against the wall near the tampon machine, wishing that my straight red hair could have just the right amount of curl as hers, or my green eyes were as blue as hers, or even my chest was as big as hers. I mean, I'm short, skinny, and a stick, as in straight. No ass, no breasts, and no hips. The life I led was sad.
"I guess," what else could I say? No one ever said 'no' to Veronica that was just the way it was. One of the many rules of Toy Land. Besides, the Garage was the hottest nightclub I had ever seen. Wow, I might actually meet a guy drunk enough to like me.
"I'll get Greg to pick you up at seven, be ready, okay?" She turned and smiled with her flawless teeth. God, I wanted to punch her.
"Yeah, whatever," I said with my usual distance. She was too perky to be human.
7:15 comes around and I am bored out of my mind, I was even bored enough to put on make-up, and for me that is TRULY bored. I had even worn my extra padded bra. Not that it would make much difference, but it was worth a try. I hadn't had a boyfriend since the seventh grade, and I thought I was about due for a make-out session, after all, just because I'm not a cheerleader doesn't mean that I don't have needs. Yeah, that's me. Horny as hell, and getting nil. My life in a nutshell. Well, that night sure took care of my sex drive.
Doorbell rings, and I am right to the door. Man, I was getting desperate. So Veronica is standing there, and for a second, I thought she was naked. Honestly. She was wearing this tight little, and when I say little I am thinking VERY little, bikini top that just so happens to be this off peachy-tan that matches her skin almost perfectly. ALMOST. Thank God for that. And this skirt that is riding up, and showing off half her generous ass. Why guys like that, I will never know, but then again, they do have 3000 times more testosterone then us women.
So I'm standing there, freshly showered, in this tight black tank top, and trying to act as if I have cleavage, and these short-shorts. God, I hated them. Not to mention I was wearing high heels. Its strange the things you do when you are pumped with hormones. Besides, it was too hot to wear anything else, it was June and global warming didn't make it any better.
"You wore your hair up," It was only in a pony tail for Christ sakes, give me a break, I mean I do wear it up. Sometimes. Okay, maybe never, but it's a pony tail, big deal.
Wow, thanks, and you look like a slut! "Yeah, need it out of my face if I'm going to be dancing," that's right, make her think that you are actually going to dance. Yeah, that's right, Bambi's Mom never really died.
"Great idea, maybe I should wear my hair up," of course that was complete bull. She had already spent three hours making sure she had that perfect curl, and that her bangs covered that new pimple she got right near her temple. She was polite, but I could see through it. I hated that about me. Me, my cross, my observations, and my sarcasm, never leave home without them.
My cross. I wasn't wearing it tonight. Crap. I loved that thing. You see, I'm adopted, and they said that they got a bunch of things with me when they adopted me. One of the things was that cross. It had been through everything. Dirt, fights, rugby, food, and basically every catastrophe that you could ever imagine. I still am surprised that it lasted that long. I have had it forever, and I guess in my mind I think that'll be there forever, but I know logically that that will probably not happen, after all, it is small, fragile, and has a very thin, frail chain. At that point I just got into Greg's car.
So, is this your new doggy? What tricks does he do? Hey rover, how many different ways can I kill you? "Is this your new boyfriend that you have talked so much about?" I care. Honestly. Of course Veronica missed the disdain in my voice. Sure he was cute, but something told me that he was lacking in the intelligence department. He didn't look as bad as some of her other toys, yeah toys, but I still knew that he wouldn't last the night.
"Yeah, Greg is such a sweetheart, he's on the football team you know, and I get to see him ever game," Veronica started kissing his neck. Christ, not while he was driving. If she started giving him head, I swear...
"Yeah, I like football," he said slowly and deliberately. God, what was he, a Swedish transfer? He could barely speak English. Either that or he got hit in the head with the football one too many times. Or maybe both.
Tonight was looking like so much fun.
"He's from Sweden you know, and he came here when his father switched jobs," Veronica smiled and nibbled on his ear. Gag. Okay, just because I was horny didn't mean that I was THAT horny. She was like a friggin' dog.
"I like Canada," he nodded and smiled. Shit. I knew he was stupid. Like, REALLY stupid. Maybe he WOULD last the night, "We are here," he smiled at the fact that he had made a whole sentence. Wow. Good doggy, now go fetch! If only I had a football to throw at him.
I got out, and damn me, I tripped and fall flat on my ass. Wonderful way to begin the worst evening in my life. I got up and realize that I had the biggest run in my stocking.
"Fuuuuuuuuck," I groaned and leaned up against the car.
Veronica just glared at me. Oh yeah, that's right, you don't swear do you? Maybe I could use this to annoy the fuck out of you.
"Crap," I struggled not to swear. She didn't deserve all my hatred, but I had a lot of hatred to give, and with me, I try to be fair and share with everyone.
A couple of meters away from the Garage, I could feel the bass pumping through me as heavily as my hormones. I wasn't about to lust after Greg or anything, I mean, he was definitely not my type. I preferred someone whose intelligence hadn't fallen below zero. Just being around him made me feel like he was sucking my IQ away from me. For the sake of self-preservation, I got away from the sappy couple as fast as I could.
The club's air was so thick and heavy I felt like I could barely breathe. It was much hotter than the early summer outside, and I was overcome with the bass and the alcohol in the air.
I had to find a girls' bathroom quick, I knew I shouldn't have come. I mean, I could just stand out on a street and get better looking guys than the ones that were starring at me. However there was this hot guy that was staring at me. I smiled and blushed, just as another guy pushed by me and kissed the hottie. Damn it. Its true, all the good ones are gay.
Girls bathroom. I pushed through the many couples, trios and orgies of people dancing on the dance floor and tried to get close to the door with the little pink woman who someone had so generously sprayed painted green tits and a dick for her. Perfect. I guess it's the transvestite room now. Oh well, I can learn to adapt.
The ladies' room was quite different than outside. Sure, there was still the same stench, only add a touch of urine, but it was a lot calmer than outside, and everyone there seemed to be quiet. Not like the bathrooms at my school where everyone was talking and crap. It was freaky. I hid myself in one of the many stalls and started taking off my black stockings. Crap, the run was really bad. I just hoped that no one noticed the 5 o'clock shadow on my legs. If worse came to worst, I would just get a knife, and try to fix it. Either that or kill the person who was looking at my legs that closely. Either one would do just fine.
I walked out of the stall, threw the ruin attire out and took a look at myself. I looked like a slut. Perfect. I guess. Crap. I hated myself when I did this. I mean, it never went anywhere. I always acted like I wanted a guy in my pants, and I sure thought that I did, but something always happened, like one time there was an earthquake, and something fell on my head and I had to go to the hospital. What was worse, was that he was still ready to go. In the hospital. Yeah, that's right hospitals really turn me on... I don't know how some guys do it. And how often do you get earthquakes in Toronto? Too bad that I was in grade seven! Maybe it was for the best. So I don't exactly have the best track record with guys.
As soon as I got out of the girls' bathroom I was on the prowl, but it didn't take long for a guy from the bar to spot me and approach me. Maybe I would get some action. So he looks like 20, wow, was I off. He comes to me and eyes me with this predatory stare, and I am his. I mean I AM HIS. His eyes meet mine, and everything inside me screams out. And I thought I was horny before. So he starts kissing me, like I have never been kissed before, and I am melting into him.
His tongue is so gentle, as it explores my mouth, and I could not explain the energy flowing through me, the absolute electricity between us. He was holding me so close, and he had complete control over me. His hand started crawling up my shirt, and I wanted it to. His other hand, found its home on my ass. Or should I say lack of, but he didn't seem to notice.
The next thing I know, we are outside in the club making out. He leads me to this side alley thing where they have the dumpsters and crap. I was a little hesitant, I mean, garbage is right up there with hospitals as one of my turn ons, but he gently guides me to the back of the alley. And he grabs my arms, a little harshly, but hey, it's a guy thing, right? I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt me. Well, that's what I thought before he slams my back up against the wall. Okay, he was getting a little aggressive, but... owwwwwwwwww! Then he takes my lips in his, and he is devouring my mouth with his again. It was so intense, I felt my knees get weak, except the fact that he was pushing so hard that my head was pinned against the very uncomfortable brick wall. More ouchies... but god, he was so sweet. His mouth tasted like sugar. I moaned, I actually moaned, when he drew back from my lips and started kissing my jaw line. Okay, this guy was getting good, he was a little less harsh, but he still had his steel grip on my arms. I couldn't believe myself, I was making out with this guy that I didn't even know his name.
He moves down my neck, and my back arches to the touch. He was smooth, really smooth. I wish I could have wrapped my arm around him, but they were pasted to my side. The darkness was swallowing us whole in the dark alley and I wanted it to. I have never had such a hormone rush. But then I felt a little prick of pain. Shit, he was giving me a hickey, what would my parents say when they saw?
That should have been the furthest thing from my mind.
The pain got sharper, and I let out a tiny yelp, but he didn't stop. Not that I REALLY wanted him to stop, it was only like a tiny prick, but damn it, it hurt. Then he started sucking. Finally, the hickey part.
Something was wrong through, I felt something wet dripping down my chest and back. I thought at first it was just him, but then it felt thicker, and there was too much of it. God, I was bleeding.
I started to freak to say the least. I didn't care, I just started screaming and struggling against him. I'm going to die I'm going to diediediedie! It just kept running through my head like a skipping cd. I was really screaming, and I make a lot of noise for my size, but no one noticed. Yep, that's right, no teenager being bleed to death down this dark alley, nope, not at all.
What was worse that he was sucking and blowing on my neck. Crap, what the hell was he doing? It was like back-washing my blood or something. God, that was wrong. What was he? Part of a cult? That had to be it, it was some cult thing, some psycho killer who watched Silence of the Lambs too many times.
"Get off of me! Fuck you dick..." I was cut off by a hard bang against the wall. I could feel my head bleeding heavily. This guy was strong. I could barely see as sparks danced in front of my eyes. I was so scared. He just kept on sucking on me. I couldn't breathe, it just hurt so much. I was going to die. I started crying and screaming again. Why wouldn't he get off of me?
"Stop it, get off of me! Stop it! Frig..." I had to pause because I was sobbing so much, "just leave me alone, get away from me, don't touch me!" No matter how strong my wails were, or how desperate my pleas, he wouldn't stop. I was powerless against him. Everything was swimming in my mind, nothing was making sense, and I could barely see. All I knew was that it felt like I was being raped, invaded. He was killing me, and touching me, and it hurt, and I couldn't stop him.
"Stop..." I was so out of breath, and my voice was becoming harsher, how could I have this much blood? I felt like half of it was dripping down my shirt, and the other half was being back washed on me. I felt nothing but pain, and confusion, but mostly, I felt fear as it crept up on me. I could hear him growling as I struggled. The more I kicked him and screamed, the more he bit into my neck and drew. He was ripping away, and I could feel the skin tear underneath his power.
My heart was pounding, but I was worried that soon, it wouldn't have anything left to pump. The totality of the situation finally fell on me. I was going to die. I was going to be bleed to death, and then I was going to be eaten or some sick twisted thing like that. Or maybe sacrificed. That was a possibility, but whatever happened, I was going to die.
I would never be able to hug my mom, and I would never be able to tell my dad how much I loved him, no matter how little I actually said it. I would never be able to tell my little brother that I didn't mean it when I said that I hated him. He wasn't that annoying, he was cute, innocent and his smart-ass remarks were quite adorable, when they weren't aimed at me. I would never be able to get married, have kids, have sex, do drugs, fuck up my life like everyone says I was going to. I wouldn't even have a chance to prove them wrong, though tonight pretty much showed me that they were right. I would never be able to see Veronica again, or tell her how beautiful I thought she was and how much I envied her. There was a lot of things that I would never be able to do, or try to do, I would never again succeed at anything anymore. It was over. 16 years, and its over.
Life is too damn rude.
I cried. Not because of the pain, but for everyone that I was going to miss, and for those who would miss me back. I cried for all of the people that have worked, and tried and invested in me, and had pushed me to do something important with my life, but instead I was going to die here in a dark alley, being bled to death by a psycho killer. I was just another indulgence in some guys fucked up fantasies.
Another slam against the wall, silence my screams, it hurt too much to scream now, and I knew that there was no hope left. I was giving up and my shit-hole life, like everything else.
"Get away from the girl Drake," I heard someone, a man, though I couldn't be certain giving the way that all I could hear was my pulse in my head, say at the entrance to the alley. But I knew that it was too late, I could feel my body shutting down, I could feel the fear escaping with consciousness.
Besides, Drake? What kind of name was Drake for a serial killer?
My arms and legs went limp as the thing, (I called it a thing because I refused to acknowledge him as a person anymore), withdrew his teeth. As soon as he released my neck, all the blood came pouring out, like a kick to the gut, I was winded and couldn't breathe, not that it mattered all that much. The fresh pain sent my nerves flailing back to life as I pulled from the brink of unconsciousness for another moment. I tried to scream but my voice was too raw.
"Come on, she was asking for it, after all, I was only a little hungry, I wasn't going to kill her," I could feel Drake smile against my neck, it felt so cold and disgusting. Feed?
That would mean...
No, vampires did not exist. He is just some crazed lunatic that didn't take his pill.
"Step away from the girl or I will be forced to kill you," hey, some good news. Go me. Now only if I would live long enough to appreciate it.
There was suddenly a rush of wind past my face and I collapsed to the ground. Not that I was strong enough to do anything about it. But frig, it hurt so bad...
I tried to see what was going on, but my eyes wouldn't focus right, and the blackness was creeping up on me, but I tried anyway. One more thing that I failed at wasn't going to make much of a difference.
Thank God I went unconscious because I sure didn't want to see what happened to the psycho blood-drinker guy.
When I came to, I felt a strong pressure against my neck. Immediately I started to struggle against it. Fear pulsed through my body as I clawed at my attacker. Stupid me.
Note: Violent attack in an alley = paranoia.
Got it.
Then I let my eyes focus and found that it was the nice man at the entrance to the alley who just so happened to be cover in blood. Oh crap. I don't know how much of it I caused (probably not much) and how much of it was caused by my true attacker who was laying in a heap on the fall wall, also covered in blood I might add. Man, we were just having a blood fest, because well, I just so happened to be lying in a puddle of my own blood.
The man on top of me was big. He must have been 250 pounds big, but it was all muscle. Too bad getting your blood sucked out of your neck doesn't do anything for your libido. He had to have been over six feet tall, which made me feel slightly more at ease, considering the fact that he had just probably saved my life, but good old paranoia took over and I struggled under him again, wincing at the pain from my neck. But screw pain! I was yelling, kicking, screaming, punching, and did I mention that I was shouting as loud as I could?
He was applying pressure to my neck, and well, to be frank (which would take a very expensive surgery, but that is beside the point) having someone apply pressure to a wound, hurts like hell.
While keeping one hand on my neck, he took his free arm and laid his forearm against my shoulders and chest, restraining my arm movements, and then he took one shin and laid it over my legs to stop them from kicking. I was still scared shitless, and that didn't help much.
"Shh... I'm not going to hurt you," the man smiled softly. Okay, nice face, nice boy, now get the hell off of me. Suddenly I felt very, very sick.
"I think," I paused and took a deep breath, "I am going to puke," not the most elegant thing to say, but hey, I was lying in my own blood, and technically he was too, so what else do you expect me to do?
He got off of me wordlessly and I kind of rolled over onto my side with a low grunt. I looked like I was hung over or something. As soon as I was on my stomach, which was a very hard task might I add, I pulled myself into a kneeling position, feeling the bile burn my throat, and my stomach already in pre-puke spasms.
My hair was bugging the crap out of me, but I was too weak to move it out of the way. I was already feeling myself slipping back into the darkness.
I felt a warm hand wrap around my stomach, supporting me as I spilled my guts. The other hand gently, way too gently for his size, pulled my red hair out of my face. It kind of tickled as the sweat-soaked hair slid along my forehead and cheek. At first I tensed and rejected the touch, but I forced myself to relax, he was honestly trying to help me.
Well, I don't remember eating most of what I threw up, but hey, new things happen everyday. It took forever, but as I finally felt my stomach clearing, I made a low groan and almost collapsed. Luckily he was holding my stomach, or I would have gotten a face full of puke.
I felt him flip me back so that I was laying on my back, away from my mess, and he felt his put something cold to my lips. And of course he had to start applying more pressure to my neck, not that it HURT or anything like that.
Water.
Thank you! I let the cool liquid run over my mouth and down my cheeks, in the June heat of the night, it felt so good, I was already starting to feel better. Not much, but enough to make me relax more in his arms.
Wait a second...
As I swallowed the drink hastily I detected a faint touch of powdery residue. Crap, he was drugging me.
Remind me not to trust nice men that rescue you from psycho killers. If you aren't killing, your getting killed in this city.
Then it all went black, and my life changed forever.
~TBC~
Author's Notes: I know I suck at this, and this is a lot like Katsu's Acherontia Atropos but trust me, it will end totally differently, and the plot is kinda different. Just consider it my inspiration, and the whole first person is fun to write, I know I suck at it, but it'll get better, I promise. ^_^