Title: The Turning
Chapter 2: Fear
Author: Lyndaura
Ratings: R
Warnings: Lots of language, violence and some weird stuff. Don't forget those nice sexual comments.
Author's Notes: I am really stressed out and upset right now and this is my vent.
Fear
When I awoke my head was swimming with pain. I couldn't see in the darkness, but my eyes quickly adjusted. I was in a small room, and I was laying down on something soft. A bed. I had a warm blanket draped over me, it was so safe and secure. It felt like it was made with downy. One of the first things that I noticed was that I was wearing fleece pyjamas.
I gently pulled back the covers and my muscles screamed in protest. I yelped softly as my shoulder felt like someone was cutting through it, and my ribs ached dully. Great, just fucking great. I was in a strange place, I just got attacked by a psycho killer and I felt like shit.
My mind could not form coherent thoughts. What time... need to... can't... want to... where... breathe... think... voices...what?
I heard rustling close by. I tried to focus on the blurry figure, but my head hurt too much.
"Stay still," the calm voice told me. It was male. And it had an accent. Was it that guy who saved my life? Or was it a different person? I couldn't remember if the person who saved me had an accent or not. I hoped that it was the guy that saved my life, although it didn't trust him anymore, at least it would be something to recognize. My heart was beating faster and faster in my chest and I heard voices in the distance.
I was starting to see better and I saw shelves filled with books, and there was carpet on the floor. It looked as if there was a steel door a few feet from my bed, and there was something shiny in front of me.
I saw some movement directly in front of me.
"Who are you?" I asked lamely, I sounded like those girls from the beginning of horror movies, the ones that die in the first five minutes to introduce the killer. Well, I think it was safe to say that I had already met one killer and I didn't care to meet another.
"My name is Riever," he came closer. The accent was Scottish, and the shinny thing, it was glass. A glass wall. It was thick. Abnormally thick. Like a protective barrier. I guess that didn't scare me as much as the thought that followed. Is it protecting me from him or him from me? My thoughts were quickly silenced as he leaned up against the glass and grinned at me. I could barely see him because there was no light, but he looked old, but not really old. Like mid-twenties. "So, what's your name?"
I didn't feel like talking, I was scared. But I had to say something. Don't know why, I mean, I had to real reason to be nice to him, but I'm Canadian, call it second nature, "Ferra."
"Nice to meet you Ferra," he grinned even wider, if that was possible, and then chuckled softly, "I would shake your hand, but you know," He pointed out the glass.
"Why is that there?" I had to ask. Okay, I sounded so stupid, like a prisoner asking what the electric chair was, but he only shook his head softly, with that same goofy grin.
"That is there to protect me from you, in case you woke up grumpy," it was funny at the time, but I couldn't smile, I felt so cold and dirty, I just wanted to crawl back into my nice warm bed and pretend that I was at home and my mother was going to make me pancakes and...I had to stop myself. A tear rolled down my face. I felt like a lost and scared little puppy. Riever waited for my reaction, but when I only lost myself in my thoughts he started talking again. Maybe he didn't like silence, at that point, I didn't care.
"Blah blah blah blah violence blah blah blah control blah blah blah long time ago," Riever continued as I tried to calm down. I was just so frightened, and everything around me was so foreign. The bed was softer than my bed, the room was smaller than my room, there were books on the shelves that I had never heard of, and the walls were steel. What kind of people did they hold in here? "Well, do you?"
Crap. I knew I should have paid attention. Question. Okay, "What?" I asked snapping out of my daze.
"Do you believe in vampires?" He asked again. Vampires? Shit. No, no, no, nononono! No, he wasn't even going to suggest that the guy that bit me was... it made sense, but it was just a vampire-wannabe psycho killer. Nothing more. A cult leader doing some sacrifice, NOT a fucking vampire. A guy that really envied mosquitoes, but NOT a vampire. That was not a vampire, I was not going to turn into a bat, and...and...and...
"Hell no," I couldn't think of anything else to say. It was true though, I never even believed in those stupid ouji boards that everyone always played at sleep overs. Then again, I had only been on two sleep overs before, but details... I never believed in the psychics on tv, I never believed the ghost stories, or in magic, it was all crap. Right? Right?
"Then you are going to find what I am about to tell you very hard to understand, but I want you to listen closely and keep an open mind," translation: 'I want to brainwash you, now be a good little rat and shut your mouth.' "There is no such thing as vampires in the traditional Hollywood sense, but there are in fact real vampires that do live off of blood in this world, and in fact, we live in one of the most densely populated areas of vampires."
"Wait, hold on, you are trying to tell me that I had a dead guy sucking on my neck?" I was so confused, was I going to turn into a vampire? Who was this guy? Who did he think he was telling me that there were vampires?
"No, no, no," he shook his head with a playful laugh, "Vampires are not dead, neither are they unholy, immortal nor do they have the ability to fly. As well, they can be killed by more than one method. You see, by vampires, I am referring to a parasite. A very advanced and complicated organism. It is the most advanced species on the planet, and very infectious."
"Okay, well that's nice, that's fine, you see I thought you were saying that the person that bit me was a vampire," I laughed sarcastically. Great... this guy was a nut, and I was trapped in a little room that seemed to be getting smaller by the second. This was not good.
"No, of course not," Riever smiled, and I relaxed a little, still sore, "It was under control of the vampire. You see, the vampire attaches itself to your spinal cord and taps into your nervous system and takes control of your brain. After making a few alterations to your body, you are coined a vampire, because your mind is dead and the vampire's mind takes over," Riever explained quickly. I tensed up again. This was not happening. I was at the club and I had too much to drink, that was all, nothing else, I had some cooky drugs that were sending me off to never-never land.
"You're a freak," I snarled. Okay, not the best thing I've ever said, but it was true. He was insane.
"No, right now I am telling you the truth but in a few hours it may not matter," He went dead serious and it scared me more than anything else, "We are afraid that you are infected with the parasite. It would have already implanted itself into your spine, and is starting to make physical changes already. It will start first with the blood. It will remove most of the hemoglobin from your blood cells and replace it with its DNA, like eggs. It will then start to tell your body to reinforce your bones with extra calcium and tell the bones to make different blood cells, that include the parasite's DNA, and your blood with stop making hemoglobin. Then you will notice that other things start to change. The lack of hemoglobin will make you short of breath, but you'll get used to it. After a few days though, you'll crave blood, because you need the hemoglobin that it provides. You can go up to two months without the hemoglobin, as long as you don't push yourself, but soon, you'll crave it more than you've ever needed anything. But you won't need to worry about that, because by that time, the parasite will have your mind," Riever's voice went dead and dull, his face lost its smile, and he had no emotion in his face whatsoever.
"You're lying, this isn't happening, it can't be true," I went into panic mode. I felt so lost and alone. I was trapped, the walls were closing in. I jumped up despite the pain and ran to the glass barrier and started shouting, "Get me out of here you freak! You can't keep me here! You're lying, this can't be happening!" I was pounded fiercely on the glass. It was hard under my fist, but it wouldn't budge. I wanted out, I had to get out. I turned to the steel door that I had seen before. I don't know why I thought that I could stand a chance, but I had to try. There was no handle, but I started prying at the edges, anything to get out of the place. I was getting short of breath and I was hyper-ventilating.
"You're scared, it happens when you are scared," I told myself uselessly, paranoia was taking over.
"You can't open it," Riever explained with his thick Scottish accent, "Its locked and it's three inches of solid steel, so don't try kicking it open."
"Get me out of here!" I ran back to the glass and began kicking and pounding on it with my fists. Me? Claustrophobic? Never.
"You can't break that either, that is five inches of bullet proof glass," Riever pleaded with me, it was clear that he was shaken by my reaction. At least throwing a hissy-fit was getting some kind of reaction. Maybe if I screamed loud enough he would let me out. Yeah, that's right, and maybe if a killer threatened enough lives, they would let him out of jail. But then again, when you are in the middle of a claustrophobia attack, logic seems to just fly out the window.
I could feel my cheeks reddening and the sweat starting to come. What was worse was that I was a red-head which means fair-skin, and that just made the redness and the sweat stand out more. Yep, sweat factory over here wants to get out so she is just giving the nice man one more reason to keep her locked up. You can tell Veronica was my friend because of my brains.
Veronica.
"Where is Veronica?" I asked worriedly as I slammed my fist into the glass, "I want to talk to Veronica!"
"I don't know who she is," Riever spoke calmly, "You need to relax, okay? We can work this out if you just calm down."
He was being logical, calm, and reasonable. You can tell what I did next, "GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME AND LET ME OUT OF HERE!" Smart. I even took the liberty of accenting the scream with another little tap to the glass.
Riever was completely silent as he stared at the glass. He wouldn't even look at me. Was I really that ugly? I then realized that he was shocked. Yeah, that's me, slooowww... so much for my observational abilities.
"What?" I asked out of breath, and then I looked at my hand on the glass. One word for you, crap.
There was a small little spider web crack in the glass. I just broke five inch bullet proof glass with my bare fist. And it didn't even hurt. You could tell how proud I was. Well, actually, I was more scared shitless because all of those great Hollywood movies that I had seen showed vampires with that amazing strength and all...
"Get me out of here," I demanded slowly and softly. Riever looked at me and he couldn't take his eyes off of me for a moment, like he couldn't believe it. Well, I mean, how hard could it be to break glass?
Riever backed away slowly and cautiously. He went to the back wall of the room that he was in and then picked up a phone that was hanging on the wall. It was still dark, and I could barely see where he was, but he was close enough that I saw him pick up the receiver.
"I need backup, now," Riever spoke softly and calmly. I could still hear him though, he dumbly placed the receiver back and stared me down.
"Get me out of here," I was still shaken, upset and pissed off. If I could break bullet proof glass, how much harder could it be to rip off his head, or punch through his skull?
"I can't right now," I loved his accent. I don't know why I thought that at the time, because all I wanted to do was to go home and curl up in my own bed and die, but hey, sometimes life has a different plan.
"Who did you call?" I asked slamming my fist into the glass again, the cracks spread further, and the area of impact was almost completely white because of all the cracks. I smiled inside. At least I got him scared. Although I was also quite scared at my own strength. I was never a good athlete. I was never good at anything, but this... this was... amazing. Maybe the vampire thing wasn't that off...
What was I thinking? This was crazy! There were no such things as vampires and I was just having a bad dream. Maybe that was why I was starting to feel so numb. The pain in my muscles had almost completely disappeared, or maybe that was just the adrenaline. Adrenaline was good, it wasn't supernatural, and everyone knew that it existed, and adrenaline didn't leave big holes in your neck and...
"I called some of my colleagues, they are going to make sure that you don't hurt yourself or anyone else," Riever held up his hands in mock surrender as he approached me, slowly.
"Colleagues?" I questioned, who was this guy?
"I work for the DSCF, the Dangerous Species Control Force. We deal with all the creatures that go bump in the night that the general public doesn't know about," Riever explained.
"Like vampires," I added and shook my head. This was not happening. This was way too freaky. This was some fucking nightmare, I even had some police force telling me what to do.
A heard a noise and then there was a bright light. I drew away from it and covered my eyes, but just as quickly as it appeared, it was dark again. It took me only seconds for me to regain my night vision, but as soon as I had it back, I could see a short Spanish girl chewing some gum standing in tight black pants and a black tank top, over it, she had a gun holster and then on top of that she had a small police jacket, that had a small badge and everything. Not to sound like a dits or anything, but was this chick for real?
"Is the Drake victim?" she asked with a heavy accent and a lot of attitude, placing one hand on her hip and leaning to one side. Can anyone say slut?
"She cracked the glass," Riever informed her. Yeah, that's me bitch, don't mess with me.
What I found somewhat distracting from the situation though was that Riever must have been over a foot taller than her, it was hilarious. Too bad I wasn't in the mood for laughing.
"You're kidding right? If this is another one of your practical jokes..."
"I'm not kidding," Riever's voice went low and serious. The girl stopped chewing her gum and with a confused expression approached the glass. Yeah, this might be a good time to say something, but no, not me, I was absolutely silent. I was just so overcome with confusion. I wanted to be out of there so bad.
The girl ran her hand against the glass and I watched as her face went from confusion to shock and horror.
"When were you bit?" the girl asked very quickly.
When it was apparent that I wasn't going to answer, Riever stepped in for me, "About seven-thirty."
"What time is it now Riever?" she asked not taking her eyes off of mine. It was creepy. She had these piercing eyes that burned straight through you, it was like I was in a trance.
"Eleven," he answered meekly.
"Chick," she began and I narrowed my eyes, "Do you feel short of breath?" she asked very very quickly.
"First of all my name is not 'chick' and second of all, why on earth would I tell you? What does it matter?" I answered and then slammed my fist on the breaking glass. The crack grew larger, much larger than I thought it would. Automatically she took a step back and withdrew her gun, clicked off the safety and aimed it at my head, in one swift movement. I stood my ground, again, logic just flying away, taking my sanity along with it.
"Don't do that again," she ordered me and put her gun away.
"Let me out," I growled. If there is one thing about me that everyone hates is my attitude. I have the tinsy little problem where I hate almost everyone that I meet and I make their life a living hell for fun. I'm not proud of it, but it is who I am. This little attitude problem often makes me sound stuck up and bratty, but in truth, its just me being a bitch.
"Why don't you calm down, answer a few questions and then we can discuss whether it is safe enough for us to let you out," the way that she said it was supposed to sound as if there were no room for argument, but with me, there is always room for argument.
"Why don't you open that steel door over there before I smash this glass and I kick your ass," I can rhyme. I feel so special.
"Then I'll blow your fucking head off," the Spanish girl smiled and drew her gun again.
"I'm so scared," I snarled. Okay, so I was scared, but hey, she didn't have to know it. Although when you are dealing with a person with a gun aimed at your head, pissing them off is not the best course of action.
"If I ask you questions, will you cooperate?" she asked trying to keep her calm. I was pissing her off and loving every minute. Suicidal? Naw, insane? Bingo.
"If I shove that gun up your ass will you let me out of here?" I admit, it didn't make sense, but my mind stopped forming coherent thoughts, remember?
"Riever, sedate her," the little girl ordered, gun still pointed at me.
"Sedate me?" Hello anger. Pain, here I come. I started to freak out to say the least. I started to bang harder and harder on the glass. I was not going to let them knock me out. I could hear the hissing sound of gas being let into my room, and I started to scream, "GET ME OUT OF HERE!" I could vaguely register that my hand was covered with blood and that the wounds in my neck had started to bleed again.
"What the hell is happening?" the woman screamed over me to Riever, but he was already on the ground.
The ground that was shaking. Funky.
My vision of the world began to swirl and I felt all light headed and it was as if I released something inside and I screamed louder than I have ever screamed before. The ground felt like it was morphing around me, and I could feel everything getting very hot.
I closed my eyes and I saw a woman. I had seen her before, but I couldn't put my finger on it. She had a brown hood over her face, but I could see a scar that extended from her chin up to her right eye. The only piece of clothing that I could see was a very long brown cloak that concealed everything. She was well built, but I couldn't see anymore details. It was only a flash of an image, but it scared the life out of me, and I fell to the ground, sobbing. It didn't hurt to fall, but I felt something underneath me.
Broken glass.
I lay there sobbing as I felt strong hands around me, holding me and keeping me safe. Then I realized who the hands belonged too, but I didn't care. I felt safe with Riever. All I wanted to do was hear the soft Scottish accent in my ear telling me that it was a nightmare. A terrible nightmare. I rocked back and forth slowly. I felt so dirty and evil. Like a black goo had replaced all my blood and was invading my body.
I had finally accepted it. I was no longer completely human. No human could do what I did. I wasn't even sure what I did, but I did something. I could feel the parasite in me, taking over, changing me. Numbing me. The blood ran over the floor, but I felt nothing inside. I was going to die, I was dying, I was dead.
"I don't want to be a vampire," I sobbed into his chest as he drew me up to his chest, off of the bloodied and broken floor.
"I don't want you to be a vampire either," he said with the utmost care and compassion. How could one guy be that sensitive?
"Help me," I pleaded into his chest. Wow, there goes my dignity along with my logic and sanity. I seem to be losing everything today...
"I was waiting for you to say that," he kissed the top of my head, but it wasn't romantic, it was safe and warm and...
"Who the hell did this?" a deeper male's voice boomed and Riever let me go and got up to his feet. So did the Spanish chick. Up close I could see how skinny she was. She was smaller than I was, and shorter. Even flatter than I was too. Well, at least someone was smaller than I was. It made me feel a little better. There was a tall and very broad silhouette in the doorway, the back light hindered my vision of him, but I could feel it, he was the one that saved me in the alley.
"The girl," the Spanish girl hissed, "She isn't human."
"We don't deal with a lot of humans in this business Kara," the man loomed over her. Was he even taller than Riever? I could barely see. There was light again. It was all around me, blinding me.
"Riever, take her to your room," the male voice boomed.
"But..." I could feel the heat off of Riever, even though he wasn't holding me anymore. I was just so cold.
"Do as I say," the man that had saved me demanded.
Riever nodded his head and went to help me up, "Can you walk?" he whispered into my ear. His warm breath tickled. I nodded my head.
He grabbed my hand and helped me up slowly. It was strange, I felt no pain, just fatigue. Riever was right, I was getting tired easily. And I was out of breath.
As I squinted to the bright lights, I looked back at the man that had saved me. He was inspecting what I had done. The glass wall was completely shattered, but what was worse was what I hadn't seen.
All the walls were completely bent outward. Even the steel door had a large concave curve to it. I barely had the strength to gasp as the man touched the door and his hand recoiled. It was hot.
I was led away from the room too quickly to find out what else my little scream had done, but I still felt a cold chill down my spine. Kara followed quickly, glaring at me, her brown hair flowing behind her. It was long, longer than I thought it was. It was half way down her back. It reminded me of Veronica, not that she looked anything like her, just the way that she had this beauty about her that emanated around her. She looked like a picture from some guys wet dream.
I turned back to look where I was going. Riever led me to a small room with an unmade bed and a dresser with underwear hanging out of it. It smelt distinctly masculine, but I never really did notice, because as soon as my head hit the pillow I was on my way to lala land.
Just as I was about to close my eyes, I saw that cloaked woman again. She was just standing there. I tried to focus, but everything was getting blurry.
For a split second I thought I saw her remove her hood and look at me with emerald eyes, but I was asleep before I could tell.
So that concluded the night that changed me forever.
~End Chapter 2 - Fear~
Author's Notes: Well, that took me forever to write, sorry about the wait. ^_^