Title: The Turning
Author: Lyndaura
Rating: R
Warnings: For this chapter, just minor language (compared to the other chapters) and normal Lyndaura confusion. ^_^
Author's Notes: Thanks to Jandra, who reads all my crap... and to Smoke and Mirrors, Heero's Soul, Steph, Lupi and anyone else who might read this. -_- No one ever e-mails me and tells me what they think of this series. Oh well... heehee... Pyro George...
The Turning
Chapter 3 -Becoming
I don't know when the dream ended and when reality began, but then again, it doesn't matter now. All that I could feel was fear. Not fear like when you watch a horror movie, or when you are awaiting punishment from your parents, but a deep, pure, real, bone-snapping fear. You know - too-scared-to-piss-in-your-own-pants fear.
My body was cold and numb, I couldn't move. I could feel her though, she was near. I could sense so more than that though. It was like something out of a King novel. You wouldn't believe this, but I felt the emotions around me, like tides of water, washing over me. It was terrible, it was mostly pain, and anger, but there were little drifts of happiness that I tried to cling to, but they were small and fleeting, and always followed by fear. It was the few cruelest moments in my life. I could feel everything around me, but I could not feel myself. I was numb, cold and non-existent. An alien in my own body. First I don't fit in with normal people, now my body is rejecting me.
But she was there. And she was scaring the shit out of me. She was calling to me, she was calling for me to come to her. If that isn't something to get the adrenaline flowing, what would? My heart was pounding in my brain, but I couldn't feel it. I couldn't even control my breathing anymore, I was powerless. I was scared, and not being able to control or feel my body was creeping me out to the point of panic. My breath was coming out, fast, erratic, and raspy. Than God no one else was there to see me like that, I felt like I was going crazy, and I didn't exactly need witnesses.
I felt my mind slipping into dull oblivion, but there was something holding me back.
I tried to open my eyes, I could feel her reaching out for me. It was so disgusting, I may have not exactly had that much dignity or sanity left, but I still sure as hell didn't want her touching me. My eyes wouldn't obey me though, they would only flutter open for a second. My mind swam as incoherent thoughts replaced logic.
Yeah, you get your own personal phantom stalking you, and that'll scare all logic and sense right out of you. Oh, and did I mention I was bitten by a vampire? Padded walls here I come.
Finally I felt something snap. The first really physical feeling I had had since I had awakened. Or maybe it was a dream, and I was still dreaming. You can tell I love thinking about it. Especially when after the snap, I opened my eyes, and lo and behold, there is HER standing in front of me.
It took a moment for me to focus, and a lot of concentration to keep focused, and when you are shaking because you are so scared, that is a very difficult thing to do. When the room finally stopped spinning I could see her clearly. She was in the process of bending down in front of me. She knelt down and threw her hood back. Her green eyes seemed to glow, they were so mesmerizing. They seemed to pierce my very soul they were so intense. My breath was caught in my throat and my heart skipped a beat. I could feel the power radiating off of her. A sense of awe and wonder twinged at the back of my mind, but mostly, I was scared shitless.
She reached up to my face and I could feel the electricity, she brushed a sweat soaked lock of red hair away from my face. How could someone so powerful be so gentle? She felt almost like Riever, she was so gentle. Although she didn't hurt me physically, she was still doing some major invading of the personal space, and if I was in complete control of my body and had a little more sanity, I would kick her lily-ass.
I was trying to find my voice, but I was having a hard time controlling even my own eyes. The adrenaline pounded throughout my body, but I couldn't feel anything. I knew that I was starting to shiver and shake. I tried to stop it, but my body was rejecting my every command. It was making too much sense.
"You are the chosen one," she whispered in my ear.
Okay, nice to know... now get the hell away from me you psychotic freaky lady!
I tried desperately to find my voice. Anything, a whimper, a moan...
I stopped trying to control my eyes and they flew shut, I focused slowly on making some sort of noise, anything! Just as I thought that I had exhausted myself...
"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME YOU WHORE!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. I didn't know I had it in me. It was the single loudest, most high pitched, blood curdling cry of my life.
I smiled inwardly. Sure, it was a little girlish, but it was one of the better screams of my career.
I could faintly here footsteps in the hallway. I felt myself lose control again, and I was back to numbness and non-existence. I tried desperately to do something, but I could barely sense the emotions around me anymore.
Everything was getting dark and I couldn't feel or see. I thought I heard a faint call, and then I heard footsteps pounding toward the bed. I prayed that I wasn't hallucinating.
I could hear Riever's voice. His thick Scottish accent soothed me slightly, though being told that you are the chosen one by a funky looking lady in a cloak is not the easiest thing to get over. Oh yeah and being bit by a vampire, and being held captive by the DSCF don't help much either.
She's going into seizures... she's bleeding... damp cloths... becoming... not going to make it... hurry... dying... fever... delusional...sweating...badly...
It was hard to hear the voices. They were all muffled and they spoke quickly. My mind was screaming out in agony, but no one could hear me, I tried to snap back into my body again, but I couldn't. I was so drained and exhausted, that nothing I could do would help anymore.
That really ticked me off, and sure I was desperate with fear and confusion, but I was still pissed. I hate being helpless. It is a big pet peeve of mine, and I need to have some kind of control or input in the situation. But then, I was completely, utterly helpless, and my very life was riding on what was happening, and I couldn't even feel the beads of sweat break out over my body.
"We are not going to lose her," I heard Riever's voice clearly over the others. I tried to smile, but nothing would move. I tried to hang on to the one sentence, but I was drifting away.
"Ferra," he was calling me. I struggled to hear him. What was I supposed to do? I didn't have the energy or strength left. My mind was starting to numb and everything was blending together into a big ball of light.
"What's your favorite color?"
I nearly laughed. I was in the middle of dying, and he asks what my favorite color was. If I had control over my body I would have slapped him. Or kissed him. Either one was just fine. Or maybe both. Snap. I grinned. I felt my mind connecting with my body for a split second.
"Red," I answered. I tried to open my eyes. It was so hard to keep control over my speech, I was barely aware that I was shaking and I was so cold.
"Mine too," Riever's soft voice chuckled in my ear. But I couldn't feel it, "How old are you?"
"Fifteen," I breathed, I was weakening by the second. I wanted to hold on.
"She's gone," I heard someone say. But I wasn't gone... I was right here. I was trying to stay alive. How could they give up on me? I had just answered, hadn't I? Who had said that? I didn't recognize the voice. Where was Riever? Why wasn't he saying anything? I wasn't dead, they couldn't give up on me. Damn it, the one time that I want someone to help me, they give up and leave me hanging... or in this case, dead.
Suddenly I felt free. I could feel again and I lying on the bed. I was in complete control of my body. I opened my eyes and saw Riever storming out of the room. There was Kara getting up from the side of the bed. Her face was frustrated, angry and disappointed. Usually I would have laughed at her, but something was seriously wrong. There were others, but I only got a passing glimpse of them as they left the room. There was one woman left, she had short white hair, and she looked about 20. She leaning against the bed, holding my hand. No, wait... she was checking my pulse.
"Damn it, we were so close," she shook her head and grabbed the table beside her to help her stand.
But I wasn't dead, I was right here. What was happening? As the woman stood, I saw HER behind her. She was just standing there. I jumped up and pushed myself against the wall, as far away from her as possible.
I didn't know who she was or what she wanted, but I didn't want anything to do with her.
//Okay if she comes near me again, I will kick her in the balls... wait... in the groin... and then I will make a mad dash for the door. ://
I was planning my assault, when out of the corner of my eye I could see myself lying on the bed. I was pale, and my neck and clothes were soaked with blood. I could see various medical instruments around me, but I knew what had happened.
I was dead.
"You are the chosen one," she repeated.
"No duh dip-shit, I am also the DEAD chosen one," I growled at her, which was not a good idea, given the fact that I could feel her power encircling her like an aura.
"You are the chosen one, awake..."she commanded.
I felt like I was being ripped apart. Everything that I was, was suddenly torn apart as I was being sucked back into my body. It hurt more than anything else as I felt the world around me melt and tear apart before my eyes.
Finally I felt myself being pieced back together inside my body. Like fixing a broken vase, I felt like I didn't fit just right. I was shaking badly.
Having your very soul being ripped apart was agony beyond compare, but staring at your dead body and having a freaky lady who won't leave you be, tell you that you are the chosen one shakes you more than you can handle. It was just too much.
I felt my mind spring back to life.
I felt so numb again. The fear overtook me as I tried to concentrate, but I was in complete control of my body, I just could barely feel anything. It was like wearing thick rubber gloves all over my body.
The pain and confusion that was going through my mind was unbearable. I didn't know what else to do. I did what came naturally to me. I screamed like there was no tomorrow.
When I finally ran out of breath, I felt so tired. I was done, I was exhausted. For a few moments I took long deep breaths. My mind was still not forming any thoughts, I was just tired. My whole body relaxed and I could barely hold my eyes open.
I heard a muffled thud. I turned my head towards the doorway and I saw Riever. Everything was so slow. My mind was not computing anything as he ran to my side. He had a huge grin on his face, and it was gorgeous.
I tried to smile, but I was just too tired.
"Talk to me," he went checking my vital signs like they do on that doctors show. I almost giggled.
I tried to think of something to say, but my mind drew a blank. I looked over to where I had seen the woman standing, but she was gone.
"Living hurts like hell (1)" I managed to choke out in a very calm and slow monotonous voice. I couldn't even believe it was me. Of course that was complete bull because I couldn't feel my body, but it felt like the right thing to say. Of course I could always say, "I can't feel my left butt cheek," but that would have been a lot more humiliating.
Riever laughed and placed his hand over my forehead. It was so warm and soft, I had to press into the touch.
Unfortunately, as I pressed into the touch I got a flashback. Corny, I know, but it was like a flash of when the vampire bit me and I was so scared, and I didn't know what was going on. I pulled away from Riever and curled into a small ball. I liked Riever, of course I like almost any guy that makes eye contact with me, but hey, I really thought that there was something there. But the visions of Drake biting me, and I couldn't do anything to stop him, were too much for me at that point.
Riever rubbed his hand over my back and I heard more dull footsteps of people entering the room. Took them long enough, of course, everything was in slow motion for me. Every movement, long and drawn out, and my thoughts were even slower.
"Is she alright?" I heard Kara ask, but I couldn't see her. I didn't want to. I was cold. I was numb and frozen, and maybe it was better that way.
"She'll live," Riever's fingers traced patterns on my spine, "I think she just needs rest right now."
"How did this happen? She was dead for twenty minutes," Kara shouted. Okay, it seemed a lot shorter than 20 minutes. Well... at that point, I didn't care, I just wanted to sleep.
"Mind not shouting? Just because I died doesn't mean I'm deaf," I groaned. Yep, the first thing that I said was that living hurt, the second thing that I said happened to piss off the girl that had struggled to save my life and had even been upset at my death. Just call me Mother Teresa.
I could feel her anger burning throughout the room. She was a like a gun ready to go off. I wonder how many different ways I could piss her off. Or how many flaws I could find in her. I know I have a few flaws, but its more fun if I pick on her.
Riever stopped stroking my back for a moment, and then started back up again. It felt good, like scratching an itch. I needed the contact, just so long as I didn't think about Drake. I saw another flash of his face, the hypnotizing eyes, and I could feel the way that I had fallen for him. It was unreal. I tightened all my muscles, it felt like he was back in the room, about to get Riever.
I could feel the silence in the room too heavy. I wanted to say something, but I had nothing to say.
"Purple monkey dishwasher," I finally said. Yep, I was on a roll. Still, silence. Tough crowd.
Then I could hear Riever laughing. There were a few more chuckles from the door, and then I could hear everyone leaving the room.
"I'll stay with her," Riever offered.
"No, I will. You have paper work that you have to get to before Cirelle decides that she is angry," it was that guy who had saved me.
"You're probably right Daemon," Riever chuckled softly, "I wouldn't want any extra arsenic in my food."
There was a soft muffled whisper, and then Riever left the room. I didn't move.
So Daemon was his name. The man that had saved me was named Daemon. Somehow it wasn't that comforting. I tried to relax, but I could feel the coldness off of him. Why was he so freaking cold?
"What did you see?" he asked me. Well, I guess I could always giving him the blinding light story, but he would probably see through it.
"What do you mean?" Stall.
"I mean, what did you see? Why are you back?" his voice was so hard and stern. I buried my head into the pillow.
"I didn't see anything," neutral answer, I could always say temporary amnesia if I ever had to change my story.
"You saw something, I know it, don't lie, I hate it when people lie to me," Daemon growled. PMS. Worse than Kara.
"If I saw anything I would tell you," I lied. Hey, I said I like to piss people off. The slow motion was starting to wear off.
"I need to know what you saw, did you see an animal? A person? Who brought you back? Was it a woman? Or a man?" Daemon demanded.
"I just died, mind not stressing me right now?" Stall. Again. I knew he wasn't buying it.
"I knew it, you saw something," Daemon snarled into my ear, "What did you see?"
"I saw a purple monkey dishwasher," I snapped back. Did this guy ever give up?
"I am going to ask one more time, and if you don't answer me, then I will be forced to use physical measures," it was an idle threat. Jeez... this guy had a very short fuse, he was already bringing out the big guns.
"I wish I could tell you, but I saw nothing, I was dead, then I was alive again, what else do you want from me?" I yelled at him, turning to face him. He was so big in the light. He must have been almost seven feet tall. It took my breath away. In a bad sense. I had this strange electric energy. It tingled at the back of my neck and at the base of my spine. It was like I was hyper-aware of everything. Cool.
"Good girl," Daemon smirked at me and then left the room.
What the hell?
I was confused. I felt everything in my body relax again. I didn't even realize how tense I was. I was out of the dazed state where everything was in super slow motion, and I was back into reality. I felt my energy return and I felt everything around me return to normal. I had a feeling that he was doing more to me than just asking me what I saw. It was all a cover.
"Hey, Daemon," I jumped out of bed, "What the hell did you do?"
He was already out the door and I had to run after him. I was running down the hall after him, my whole body felt so much lighter, and I felt so empowered.
Despite my calls, he wouldn't stop walking. I was speeding down the hall when I crossed a mirrors path. I am not usually that vain, but something caught my eye. I backed up and stared at myself in the mirror.
Before I had looked like a twelve year old. I was a stick. Now, I had a butt. I turned to admire my nice new presence of an ass, when I notice something else had grown.
"What the..." I had grown from non-existent breasts to something that resembled a B-cup. I was scared. I didn't look anything like I remembered. If possible, I seemed skinnier than before, my hip bones were poking out of my stomach. My ass was huge, but in a good way. My hair was less vibrant, so I was now more of a strawberry blond, but my eyes seemed to glow they were so intense. I had gone from just plain brownish-green, to a dark jade. They stood out against my pale face. I looked dead, but hot.
I saw Daemon approaching me. I guess I should have been thinking something snotty to say to him, but I was too confused by my reflection. While I stood staring at myself in the mirror vainly, he stood behind me. He must have been almost two feet taller than me, and twice as broad.
I finally got a good look at him. The features on his face were hard and solid. He must have been younger than thirty, but I could see crow's feet around his eyes. His eyes were the purest hue of blue that I had ever seen. You could get lost in eyes like those. If he wasn't such a hardass, I would have found him kinda cute. His neck was almost bigger than his head. I could see every muscle under his shirt too. He was like a Playgirl model or something, he was so physically perfect. But even though his body was nice to look at, and I mean NICE, my eyes were drawn back up to his face. He had these eyes and eyebrows that were set in a constant glare. How was I supposed to know if he was happy or not? How could he stand looking the same way all the time?
"The vampire is changing your body so that you are at your prime. Basically, in the next few days, you will go through five years worth of puberty," Daemon spoke softly.
My eyes grew wide for a split second. What the hell was I supposed to do? I had heard that puberty was hard enough, lets try going through years worth of it in a few days.
"Don't worry, the worst of it is over," Daemon put a heavy hand on my shoulder softly.
"What happened to me in there?" I turned to the room. I had been wondering what had happened, but everything was just happening so fast.
"Not many people survive 'becoming'. Or at least that is what people call it. It's the switch-over stage, where your brain dies and the vampire takes over. It's a very difficult process. One problem and the host dies. As you did. I don't know what brought you back. At first I thought that the parasite had brought you back, but you are still in control of your mind, which is a remarkable thing in itself," Daemon glanced down the hallway in the opposite direction.
Daemon was turning to leave. What was he doing? Yeah, okay, inform me that I just beat the odds and that I am a miracle, and then leave mid-explanation of what the hell was going on. Perfect. I could tell that I was going to love my very short stay here so much.
"Wait," I called after Daemon, and he stopped, but didn't turn around, "Why did you ask me what I saw?"
Daemon stood still for a moment, and the turned to me, "Because, I wanted to tell who was in control of your brain, I also wanted to have some sort of clue as to what brought you back, and I wanted to distract you."
"Distract me?" I repeated in disbelief. I was right, score one observation point for Ferra. I was a little surprised that he told me it though. "Distract me from what?"
Daemon never answered me. He just kept walking his long strong strides to the large round room at the end of the hallway.
"Damn you," I growled angrily. He would not get away with that.
~End Becoming~
(1) Gundam Wing reference. So sue me. Okay... well, maybe not...
Author's Notes: I know, it was short, it was pointless. But hey, I did get some plot in there. And the change in writing styles from the beginning will be explained in more detail later, but for now just pretend that it is because she wasn't thinking, therefore she has no rude comments. Okay? Good enough for you? Too bad.