🥀 • Chapter 3 - Full Moon •
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Dear Diary,
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Normally, the transformation into a vampire requires three days of pure agony and burning pain. In my case, the transformation required half of the time since who transformed me was one of the oldest vampire ever existed, and for this reason, his venom has gotten stronger during the centuries. When I came back I was on a chariot on the road to Volterra. Laying on my side there was Alec, apparently sleeping. When I got up, I realized I was thirsty, very thirsty. I've never been as thirsty as I've been that night. I still remember the sensation of power which overcame me as I realized something had changed in me. I've never felt so invincible as in the first days of my new life. I had also forgot my memories before the transformation, I would have recovered them completely only the next day. I felt the pressure of an hand on my shoulder, when I turned I noticed behind me Aro who, with a finger, made me signal to be quiet and invited me to climb in front of the cart. I set next to him and watched: the italian landscape was so different from my little farm in England. All the stars seemed shiner than ever and I could indentify all the constellations me and Alec used to watch from our shack before going to sleep. Aro looked at me and gave me a bright smile:
«How do you feel?»
«I'm thirsty.» I answered with a cold tone, not intentionally. It must have sounded funny to him as he laughted sonorely, apparently childishly but still as a manifestation of affection. I followed his look as he watched at the full moon which at my eyes looked the most romantic: I was set next to the Prince of my dreams and in my head there were no better place. When I looked down again I saw in the distance the first roofs of Volterra, illuminated by the faint lanterns. It seemed to me so beautiful and welcoming, even if some centuries before it has been theater of a fierce hunt of vampires. But what has made my knees weak that night have been when, entering trough the city gates, Aro stroked my hair with his hand, and after meeting our eyes, whispered warmly in my ear:
«Welcome to your new home.»
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~ To be continued ~
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Jane's Diary
VampireThey gaved me many names during these 3 centuries: «Witch», «Wicked Twin», «Monster», «Demon», «Joke», Even «Wh*re» or «B*tch» when they were having fun of me, and lastly... «Vampire». Then they started to fear me, and so I became «Ma'am», «Signora»...
