Blood Moon

part 20

Amy's point of view

"I don't know how vampires started. I don't know how or why it happened, but it did. First, it was Arron, John's father. Then it was me. My parents had just died, and I had finally left the house, I was starving, I was dying. And Arron comes, takes pity on me, says to me how he will help me, take care of me. Then he bites me. And I thought that's it. I'm dead. But I'm not. I'm left on the roadside, different. It was night when he bit me, I don't know how it all happened, but I was a vampire too. And I was alone. Arron didn't know what to do, so he left me, later I found out he wanted to try and find out why I became a vampire. But somehow I've got to try and live my life that was so cruelly snatched from me."
She looked so sad. Her eyes glazing over.
She was lonely for all those years, she had been left to fend for herself, forced into slide she didn't want.
I hugged her, and I felt her surprise melt away into happiness.
I would make sure she would never be lonely again.
"All together there are thirteen vampires, ten of which have a human mate. Then there's Arron who had a human love, then there is number thirteen, who will probably find a mate eventually despite it being forbidden now. And then there's me. I didn't talk to the vampires, I never forgave them for what they did to me. And so I went 'rogue', I didn't meet with them, talk to them, interact with them nor follow their rules. They classed me as a danger, as a threat. And so they made a rule, that no more vampires were to be made. They made that to punish me, for my defiance. " Emily banged her hand against the sofa, her rage pouring out of her. I'd never seen her so broken, so, so emotional.
"Anyway, I've been running from them for my entire life, I don't want anything to do with them.”
"Emily. Emily, what do I say? I don't know how to cope. I don't know what to say. What they've told me" I gestured outward, I figured she'd know who I was talking about.
But what do I believe? John's father made it sound like the murders he committed were, kind?
Here, John's father is a monster. Someone who took advantage of a vulnerable, grieving child.
There, Emily was a danger, to them and to me.
Here Emily is my only friend.
"You don't have to say anything, or you can ask as many questions as you want. Anything. No lies, nothing."
Ok.
Ok.
Ok.
"Emily, do you age? I don't understand it. How old are you?"
"I'm sixteen. From what I've gathered every one year for a human is a hundred years for me. I was what, ten or eleven when I was turned. So that was what, five, six hundred years ago."
Oh god. I shouldn't have asked.
I don't know what to think, she's sixteen. But she has been for a century, at most.
"Amy, it's different, my years are different from yours. Please, it's not like you think"
What to say. I've kissed those lips, those lips that are hundreds of years old.
Her years are just different to your years.
But it still feels wrong.
"Let's move on. Let's not dwell on that. Ask me something else" Emily said, quickly.
What else to ask. My mind was screaming at me, telling me that I've kissed those ancient lips. My first kiss was with someone centuries older than me. But then, she says it's different. It's not her fault, her body is still sixteen, my age. It's just it stays that way for a hundred years.
"Amy! Please don't hate me. Please. After everything we've been through, after everything we've done, don't throw it away because of something I can't control" she begged, grabbing my hand.
"Ok," I whispered.
I still didn't know what to say, or how her age changed anything, but the look on her face told me that my silence was breaking her.
"What can you do? So I mean what abilities or powers do you have? I mean, the film's and books say you're really strong and have fangs and can turn into bats..."
She smiled a little bit.
"We can't turn into bats, I don't know where that came from. We are strong, we are fast. And we do have fangs" she smiled, and there they were. Two huge, white as a ghost, fangs.
Looking at them cemented it all, any whispers of doubt I might have held on to were doused in petrol and burned.
She, she was a vampire. Everything was real. It's all real.
Oh, God.
"I need, some, time. Time to process this." I said. I didn't want to tell her to go, but everything was, I don't even know what it is anymore.
"Amy, I know it's all about sudden. I'll give you as much space as you need. But all I'll ask is that you don't think any differently of me, that you don't hate me. Please don't hate me Amy" she squeezed my hands and smiled. Then left.
Leaving me alone.
You're in love with a vampire.
I don't know. I don't know if this is love. I don't know why she would love me. I don't know what I think about her now. I don't know.
I.
Don't.
Know.