I'm a Vampire...(No Title Yet) - Completed

I'm a Vampire. He's a Vampire Hunter. So Why Do I Feel This Way About Him? (3)

Edit: August 17th 2010: I just read this chapter, and it's completely bad writing, haha. It's like one sentence a paragraph? Yeah, I will be rewriting it. Just to let you know... :)

Chapter 3

I woke up just in time to see the sun setting on the west side of the sky.

I rubbed my eyes and got up from my bed. I opened all of the blinds again, and then I heard my phone ring.

Who would be calling me this early? I asked myself.

I picked it up and answered without looking at the Caller I.D.

"Hello?" I asked politely while twirling the cord around my finger.

"Rosemary?" I heard a voice ask and I froze.

I stopped twirling the phone cord. It was a couple of seconds before I found my voice to respond.

"Yes?" I questioned and sat down on the nearest chair.

"You do know who this is, don't you?" the voice asked and I nodded. It was Amarande. My creator.

"Amarande," I spoke quietly. I haven't seen him in almost six hundred years.

He was the original of all the vampires.

And the absolute strongest. He had about five hundred years on me.

"Rosemary. It's nice to hear your voice again. But, I fear I'm calling on not-so-good circumstances." he said and I heard papers rustling in the background.

"What were you calling about?" I asked and a handful of bad ideas came to mind. You know it's bad when the original vampire is calling you.

"Lately there's been an amount merciless killings in the region where your at, have you heard about them?" he asked and I thought through everything. I haven't heard about anything.

"No, I haven't. Everybody that I have killed has been cleaned up. So it's not me, if that's what you're asking." I said in an accused tone. I heard him sigh.

"I knew you were too smart to do that. But I think we need to meet up. We should catch up on old times." Amarande said and I mentally agreed. It would be nice to so him again. Even if we didn't have the best past.

"Yes, that would be a good idea, where should we meet at?" I asked and I could almost hear him thinking. Not literally, of course.

"I'm in London right now, would you like to fly out here? Or have me meet you over there?" he asked and then thought better of it. "You know what? I think I should come out there. I could investigate a little more." he said.

"Alright, what day are you going to come?"

"I'll be there by tomorrow night." Amarande stated, and we bid our goodbyes.

As soon as I hung up the phone, I decided I was going to go to the twenty-four hour gym.

There was nothing else to do tonight. Besides, a little exercise couldn't hurt. I changed into a sports bra and sweats.

I had a membership, so as soon I walked in, the lady waved me through. I frequented the gym a lot.

I got on the treadmill and put my Ipod headphones into my ears.

This was a way for me to think about everything. Running at human speed was like walking, so I could run here for hours.

As soon as I started to run, I thought back to the beginning of my new life with Amarande.

I had been a little village girl. The village had caught on fire, and at the time I had had a little brother that didn't survive. My father and mother had left me behind. The memories were dim, but I could still the angel that was Amarande walking through the fire.

I didn't believe it at first. I couldn't understand how somebody could walk through fire. I faintly remember coughing and the dry itchy throat I got from all of it. I blacked out, but then I awoke to a red room. Red was everywhere. I didn't know where I was.

But everything looked different. Everything was sharp times ten.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. That is, until, Amarande came in with a silver tin cup with red liquid in it.

I thought that my throat was still just dry from the fire. Until I smelled the blood in the cup.

I jumped up and grabbed it from his hands, not caring that my whole body ached. I drained it down and licked my lips.

I can still remember everything of that day eight hundred years ago very clearly.

I then remembered another day a couple of weeks later. My first human kill.

It was late at night, and Amarande was holding my hand, calming me. Once he had told me what I was going to do, I freaked. He had told me to watch him first. I almost couldn't even watch him.

When he bit into the girls neck, the scent of blood filled the air.

And my nose. I felt my fangs get sharper. It was the first time that they had ever grown.

The smell was overwhelming. I had the urge to go rip the girl away from Amarande and drink the rest of her blood.

I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. The only thing that was on my mind was getting something to drink now.

I walked away from Amarande and his food, looking for prey in the dark streets. I had walked for almost five minutes when I heard someone approach me. I turned around.

It was a man and he had a creepy grin on his face.

Well, until he saw my face. I attacked him immediately and knocked him to the ground.

I ripped his head to the side, and he was about to scream until my fangs went deep into his neck.

The scent of the blood enveloped me, and with each swallow of blood, I felt myself become stronger. My senses sharpened, my eyes became black for the first time. New feelings went through my body.

Things that I had never experienced before.

My flashback stopped playing in front of my eyes and I realized I had ran fourteen miles so far.

I decided to stop before on the people here thought I was crazy. I pressed clear on the treadmill and got off.

I went into the locker room to grab my bag and let down my hair that was falling out of the ponytail. I shook it out until it loosely fell down around my chest. I put the ponytail around my wrist.

As I exited the gym, I felt like someone was watching me. I turned and looked around, but saw nobody. I waved it off.

But I shouldn't of.