3A Haunter Of The Dark
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It hurt. I couldn't even breathe, and I could hardly move. I didn't remember where I was, why I was like this and what was happening to me, but I pushed those thoughts away. I pushed myself to my knees, the agony cursing through me seeming to spike for a brief moved every time I moved even a little. I felt sick. So, so sick.
This was my death throes. That thought penetrated the haze of pain in my mind. I forced myself to my feet. I screamed like a dying animal, but I managed to kept myself upright. For about a second. Then I fell to the side, only managing to avoid hitting my head against the wall by supporting myself on it with one hand.
I stood there, hunched over, barely able to think, pain coursing through me. The pain was so bad I thought my body was breaking down. I was there for sometime, didn't know how long. After a while, the agony settled into a background noise. It hurt. It was so painful. But I felt like I could handle it.
I was in some back alley. I didn't know how me of all people would be here like this, and for what. When I tried to remember I came up with a blank. Anyways, I had to get away. I could think about that later, once I was at home. Once I was safe. I didn't even want to think what could have happened to me after passing up for god knows how long, and staying around here like this sure as hell wouldn't improve my odds.
I got out of the alley, and into the light.
The pain spiked again. I screamed. I was send reeling back a few steps, and it made me fall down on my ass. What… what was that? Was I getting worse? Yeah, that was the normal answer. Something any normal person would think, or at least what they wish they could think. But I realized it immediately. It hadn't got worse. What had caused that pain had be the contact of light on my skin.
For some reason, I understood then. Like I switch had be flipped inside my brain. My body hurt because it was breaking down, and I needed. I needed blood, the blood of a human being. That's what I needed to restore my genetic makeup, m-my…
soul
The information came to my head suddenly, and it was surreal, in a sense, almost like I was thinking the thoughts of somebody else.
I turned back, my breathing speeding up along with my heart. I could think about that later. About all of that. I, I had to get back home. This would sort itself up by morning. I couldn't be like this forever, I just couldn't. That kind of thing didn't happen, was not supposed to happen. And even if it could happen, why to me? I had suffered enough already.
Yes, so this would be over soon.
I went, avoiding the sunlight all the way. From dark alley to dark alley. Midway through, the sky darkened and it started raining, so I didn't had to brother with that from then on. I reached my house. Dad was not there yet. Of course he wasn't. I had chosen to skip today because I just, I couldn't handle it anymore. The people who didn't care. The people who watched, laughed. The people who tried to pretended everything was all right, shoving the ugliness of the locker and all the bullying where nobody could find it again.
So I started walking around to clear my head, to try to forget about everything that happened. And then. On that alley.
I remembered. Somebody had grabbed me, shoved me against the wall of the alley, and I had panicked. I thought that I was going to be… So I tried to scream, but a hand was quickly put over my mouth. I kicked, I cried, I struggled with all my might, but I couldn't even made him budge. He rested his chin on my shoulder, and I thought he was about to lick me, or something.
And then he bit me.
There was only pain after that, and the next thing I remembered was waking up.
I dropped to my knees, unable to keep myself on my feet for even a second longer. Panting like an animal, I clawed at my chest, as if I could stop the pain. There was a word for something like that. A word I didn't even want to think about. A
vampire
But I had to be something else. Some… some sort of poison, maybe. I walked to the telephone, picked it up, and almost marked the number of the PRT. Almost. I put it back down, though. Because something from deep inside me was telling me that I was fooling myself, that this was no poison or anything and that there was no poison that would hurt me if my skin contacted with sunlight. I didn't know what it was for real, but it clearly wasn't a poison.
I closed my eyes. Pushed those thoughts away. I took deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. Then the door was opened. I hadn't be done loudly, but it sure as hell startled me. Almost made me jump. Then the lights came on. I noticed, with an irrational sense of panic, that I hadn't even noticed before that the lights hadn't been on. That didn't bode well. After all, that was also characteristic of vampires.
I thought about running away, hiding. For a single moment. Then I went back, to meet my dad.
"Ta..." he stopped cold. He rushed towards me. "Christ, what happened to you? You look… so pale, and," he put his hands on my cheeks. "you're freezing. Did… did any of those girls do something to you?"
I didn't focus on his words. My eyes were instantly draw to one thing and one thing only: the nape of his neck. In the light, it seemed enticing. I felt my heart and my breathing speed up. I licked my lips. There was no harm in it, really. I couldn't see why there could be any harm in it. It would only be a little… bite. A taste of it. Just to see what it was like.
"T-this..." he touched my neck, slowly, carefully. As if afraid of hurting me. For the sensation, I guessed than that was where the bite marks were. "Fuck."
Many, many things must surely have gone through his head, each worse that the other. I didn't pay any mind to his distress, nor to the frustration in his voice for not being able to help me like a father should. I moved my head closer and closer to his neck, slowly. I bare my teeth. There was a sharp sound, almost like a knife being unsheated. Heh. I would have my first time with my own father. There was something funny about that.
I was about to bite him…
But I pushed him away. I stumbled back, feeling the pain spiking as if irritated I hadn't done it. As if it was going to tear me apart from the inside. It hurt, it hurt so much. I could barely breathe again, and I thought that this was it, that I was going to die meaninglessly right here, that my father would have to watch me die. He moved towards me.
"Get away from me!" I stumbled back, fell down on the ground. I closed my eyes tightly. "Get away!"
"T-taylor, please, whatever is happening to you… you need help. You can't..." he took a step forward.
I opened my eyes, and looked at him. Held his gaze.
"I told you to stay away!" a primal roar like a dying animal. He suddenly stopped, as if he was a puppet with his strings cut. Knowledge I never knew flowed into my head again. I intuitively understood how things were. "Stay there. Don't try to stop me."
I forced myself to my feet, when out through the main entrance and fled.
