Chapter two

Early the next morning, I sat in the darkness of a corner, staring at the new being that was to be. I hadn't changed him into a vampire, yet, for I would give him a choice. Life or death. Death or life. They're all part of the same roll of dice, that was my motto. But, I hoped that he would lean toward 'life.' Around nine, I heard a soft moan. He was beginning to stir. About time, my beautiful child. Rising out of my chair, I walked up to the side of his bed and looked down at him. His breathing was being labored, small beads of sweat were forming at his temples and those eyes of his were beginning to lose their color. The icy finger of Death was going to claim him soon. I had to do this quickly. "Who are you? How did I get here? What the Hell am I doing here?" he managed to gasp out. "One question at a time, love," I laughed, "My name is Jayden and I brough you here. You are my new spawn." Again, I let out a laugh when I felt his own mind spin with confusion and mercy. "'Spawn'? What the fuck do you mean by 'spawn'?" he whispered, looking at me through my eyes. "You do not remember." "Hold on--you're that freak in the alleyway!" "If you have to be so damn terrible about it, yes." I admit that I was hurt by his snapping reply, but, if this was to continue, I would just have to get used to it. More questions surfaced in his mind, but I put a hand over his sweaty forehead, "Settle down, Coby. You seek answers and I expect that you want me to tell you everything." Slow was his nod and he was beginning to calm down. More of fatigue from the lack of blood than anything. "I am a vampire," I continued, showing my small, pointy incisors. No trace of humor nor sarcasm was in my voice or expression as I told him this. His eyes widened in horror as I heard him think, 'Is she serious?!' "Yes, my darling, I couldn't be more," I replied to his mental question, "The pathetic, mortal myths that you were raised to believe were false. We CAN go out in the sun, we don't burn if you put a cross near or on us, we do not distaste garlic and holy water is just another lie to add on to the list. "What about," he breathed, "stakes?" "Why, wouldn't that kill anybody?" I grinned, "You are between the gray areas of life and death. There's no turning back. If you choose life, you must not come in contact with Dave, Tobin, Jerry nor your family members for they will find out your demonic secret and we will have to take care of them. If you DO decide to choose death, may the fallen angels whisk you to your eternal rest." I heard his heartbeat start to falter as he softly replied, "Life. Give me life." My smile was unholy as I bit on his neck again. He writhed in my arms, despising the sharp pins that were my teeth that were in his throat. With his blood glistening like crystals on my lips, I pulled away, took my long, black index nail and sliced it across my wrist. Exposing my blood. It splashed on his cheek first and he hesitantly moved his mouth up to my wrist. Choking on the first couple gulps until it eased into a satisfied drink. His eyes widened and became a soft tinge of a gold. When he pulled away, I took his throat in my mouth again and drunk. Again, I heard his weak heartbeats until they eventually halted. It was never to beat again. I put his head on the palm of my hand and placed it gently on the blood red, satin pillows. How angelic looking and he was to be mine. My spawn, my best friend and Hell, maybe even the best lover that I ever had. The transformation was complete and all I had to do was wait. to be continued