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Part 7
I was still hooked on the beauty of the night, not really paying attention to where I was flying beside Vlad. It wasn't my first winter as a vampire, but it felt like it would never get old. I, at least, wasn't getting older. My partner was watching me spin, letting me take in every bit of the bat's perspective on winter. Normal bats would be hibernating now, so we were pretty much alone. The count chuckled. "Ve're out hunting, not here to play in the snow."
I went back to looking for prey. Hopefully there would be a romanticized couple we could break up tonight. After getting used to the fact that I was no longer human and gaining control over my thirst, hunting was fun. As a vampire I was hardly a year old compared to my seven hundred-year-old friend who was, slowly but surely, becoming more than a friend though.
We had grown so close by now. After the first time he bit when I was thirteen, I had been so scared that he would return and kill me. After begging for forgiveness a year later I had only been bitten again. Somewhere along the line Vlad's emotions had come into play, and I'm so glad for that now. We had been together for over a year now, sharing a coffin and everything. I'm supposed to get my own coffin but sharing one with the count isn't so bad. I like it, actually, because even if we're both dead there's comfort in what warmth I get cuddling with him. He seems to like it as well.
I hope Vlad doesn't regret turning me. We had planned it all for four years, with all this careful tweaking of schedules for both of us so that I could 'move' to 'teach a night school' when in reality I've been released from society until the end. I'm starting to love him.
~Flashback~
I was still human, for the moment, leaning in Vlad's arms lovingly on the couch. He held me in a backwards waltz-type position and had one hand wrapped around mine, squeezing it tenderly. I opened one eye under my glasses to steal a glance up at him, wondering if he was having second thoughts. "You're positive you're okay vith this?" He blinked down at me.
"We've been over this hundreds of times." I sat up a little straighter and kissed his cold blue cheek. He went rigid for a second and relaxed. This would be the fourth and last time that he fed off of me.
"Good," He went down to kiss my neck. His fangs were growing in hunger. I was prepared for the pain of a regular bite, but this one was supposed to hurt more than anything I had ever known, even if it lasted only a few moments. He didn't hypnotize me to  numb it but sank his teeth right into my neck. I couldn't help but gasp and let out a little scream. The vampire paused from his sucking my blood and weakly I patted his back. It was to let him know he could go on. I couldn't chicken out now.
He resumed feeding and after a minute I felt my heartbeat begin to slow. A veil of darkness was falling over me, but I stayed conscious. I tried to focus on how comforting it was, his tongue lashing my skin. Slowly, and surprisingly I was still aware of what was going on, he let go. For a second I thought he had changed his mind but my heart suddenly quit beating. There was a few seconds of silence and I swayed drunkenly before bolting upright with a shriek of unearthly pain. He held me, looking concerned. The world went fuzzy and I cried out again. There was so much pain all at once- this is what he had been through? I only had a second to think before it was over, or at least the part that I could stay awake for was.
Slumping back into his arms, I fell dead. Vlad stroked my hair. I wasn't breathing but he knew I was somewhat alive. There was a chill in the air from the heat rolling off of me. He lifted me up in his arms and carried me downstairs into his 'bedroom'. The vampire laid me into his coffin and smiled sadly. He closed the lid and sat, patient, beside it for almost an entire day.
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It was possibly the silence that woke me, or the thirst. I rolled over painfully and looked at the ceiling of the coffin he had placed me in. It was his own, which was either meant to be comforting or Igor hadn't gotten me one of my own. The air was comparatively warm and it felt good on my now cold body. Well, I couldn't lie here dead forever. I wanted to see him.
Pushing up on the lid, I sat up. Vlad met me with a hand to help me up. He no longer felt cold to the touch- more room temperature than anything. "Do you feel alright?" He asked carefully.
I nodded and looked at floor, throat feeling too dry to say anything. Looking around for Igor, I kind of awaited a fresh glass of blood. Vlad noticed and got up to take a few bottles from a refrigerator. I could smell what was in them and had the urge to just bust the tops off and drink until I was full. "Here," He didn't open them but sat them on the counter. "Vich one smells the best to you?"
For a second I thought he was kidding. Then I remembered how he preferred teenage girl blood. Now I had to decide which I preferred. A bottle at the end caught my attention and I grabbed it. The scent filled me up, making my throat burn more. Vlad took it back before I could bust the top off though. I let out a hiss and slapped a hand over my mouth. Had I just hissed at him? Vlad was here to walk me through this and… "It's normal." He informed me. "You're just protecting your meal." He poured some of the blood into a mug and started to warm it up. Igor had brought down a little stove to make me feel warmer. "It's not near as good from the bottle, much less cold."
I was still silent and sat cross legged next to him. I was just waiting for my first meal before saying anything to him. He finally handed me the mug of warm, sloshing liquid and I grabbed it gratefully, drinking like there was no tomorrow. There was no going back now- I was a vampire. "Oh, Vlad," I dropped it and wrapped my arms around him. He started to back up but patted me carefully on the back. I sat back and looked around again. "Where's Igor?"
"He vent out again. A fledgling like yourself is dangerous, unstable." I watched as he went to warm me up another glass. "Villing to attack anyone to feed." I suddenly felt ashamed and looked at the floor. It was finally registering just what I had become.
I emptied the mug again and he held me, trying to comfort. I knew good and well what was going to happen before he bit me and couldn't go back now. "How do I look?" I asked. It was, oddly, the first question that came to mind.
He chuckled again. "Vell, like before, but now you have blue skin, and fangs, and pointy little ears like mine."  For some reason Vlad thought it was adorable, and grabbed the tips of my pointed ears playfully.
I smiled. I was still thirsty, and slipping the bottle off the counter, I read the label before topping it off. Male, 25. I assumed twenty-five was the age. He laughed when I sat down the two-liter bottle and whined a little. It tasted so good… But I didn't want to hunt. Well, animally I did but as someone who had been human yesterday I didn't exactly relish the idea of killing my next meal. I knew it would come eventually though.
"The thirst won't go away for a while." He sat down beside me again. I wiped some of the lingering blood off of my lips. He took my hand and traced where the veins had once been filled and pulsing. There was something kind of sad about it actually, death. I sat up on my knees and hugged him again. It was cold, but in a way that felt natural.
~back to present~
I landed in the snow and turned back into my 'human' form. Vlad followed me and smiled. There was no one in this forested part of the town park to see us, and it was surreal for a second. He helped me up and I looked around, smelling the sharp air. We didn't have to look long for prey, because a couple walked up the snowy path. I took in a short breath. I still had trouble controlling myself when feeding.
Vlad looked at me and nodded reassuringly. The couple was about seventeen or eighteen, which suited both our tastes fine. I watched as Vlad turned into a cloud of smoke and floated across the path, reforming just out of sight. As the two passed between us I did what we normally did- fly across the path and grab whichever of the humans we were after. Mine, the male, was tall and thin. He had a little shaggy beard and sandy blonde hair. The girl had on a scarf and blue jeans, and she had short black hair.
I swallowed minutely and flew out at the same moment Vlad did, grabbing the boy under his arms and carrying him into the woods. Vlad caught the girl and turned around to join me. We sat back-to-back on a log with our struggling and screaming meals. I went to hypnotize the boy, feeling a tiny bit of guilt for having to kill him. Vlad had already bitten down into the girl's throat and I could hear him gulping, totally zoned out of everything. The boy went limp in my grasp and I bit down as well. My fangs had grown to full size and my mouth flooded with the life giving blood. I swallowed quickly, not letting a drop go. It went down as naturally as soda might have a few years ago.
Surprisingly I didn't miss sugar or anything- blood was good enough for my body and never lost that amazing flavor. Finally I couldn't get any more of the body and dropped it with a sigh. That was satisfying enough for the night, so we had several hours to kill. The count had finished as well. "Why don't we take these back to the castle? I was thinking of having a party soon."
My eyes lit up, glowing in the darkness. We had been saving from every other kill and now had enough for a good long party. The older vampire hadn't allowed me to meet any of his friends so far and I was wondering why. After this long I wasn't a fledgling anymore and it was less precaution now than worry at what the other monsters would think. "Can we, please?" He had missed many card nights for me and it would be so nice to meet his friends.
"Vhy not?" Vlad shrugged happily. "You're growing so mature so fast." He picked the dead girl up in his arms fireman's carry style and I did the same with my kill. We flew out to the castle so Igor could do his butcher job.

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Part 7
I was still hooked on the beauty of the night, not really paying attention to where I was flying beside Vlad. It wasn't my first winter as a vampire, but it felt like it would never get old. I, at least, wasn't getting older. My partner was watching me spin, letting me take in every bit of the bat's perspective on winter. Normal bats would be hibernating now, so we were pretty much alone. The count chuckled. "Ve're out hunting, not here to play in the snow."
I went back to looking for prey. Hopefully there would be a romanticized couple we could break up tonight. After getting used to the fact that I was no longer human and gaining control over my thirst, hunting was fun. As a vampire I was hardly a year old compared to my seven hundred-year-old friend who was, slowly but surely, becoming more than a friend though.
We had grown so close by now. After the first time he bit when I was thirteen, I had been so scared that he would return and kill me. After begging for forgiveness a year later I had only been bitten again. Somewhere along the line Vlad's emotions had come into play, and I'm so glad for that now. We had been together for over a year now, sharing a coffin and everything. I'm supposed to get my own coffin but sharing one with the count isn't so bad. I like it, actually, because even if we're both dead there's comfort in what warmth I get cuddling with him. He seems to like it as well.
I hope Vlad doesn't regret turning me. We had planned it all for four years, with all this careful tweaking of schedules for both of us so that I could 'move' to 'teach a night school' when in reality I've been released from society until the end. I'm starting to love him.
~Flashback~
I was still human, for the moment, leaning in Vlad's arms lovingly on the couch. He held me in a backwards waltz-type position and had one hand wrapped around mine, squeezing it tenderly. I opened one eye under my glasses to steal a glance up at him, wondering if he was having second thoughts. "You're positive you're okay vith this?" He blinked down at me.
"We've been over this hundreds of times." I sat up a little straighter and kissed his cold blue cheek. He went rigid for a second and relaxed. This would be the fourth and last time that he fed off of me.
"Good," He went down to kiss my neck. His fangs were growing in hunger. I was prepared for the pain of a regular bite, but this one was supposed to hurt more than anything I had ever known, even if it lasted only a few moments. He didn't hypnotize me to  numb it but sank his teeth right into my neck. I couldn't help but gasp and let out a little scream. The vampire paused from his sucking my blood and weakly I patted his back. It was to let him know he could go on. I couldn't chicken out now.
He resumed feeding and after a minute I felt my heartbeat begin to slow. A veil of darkness was falling over me, but I stayed conscious. I tried to focus on how comforting it was, his tongue lashing my skin. Slowly, and surprisingly I was still aware of what was going on, he let go. For a second I thought he had changed his mind but my heart suddenly quit beating. There was a few seconds of silence and I swayed drunkenly before bolting upright with a shriek of unearthly pain. He held me, looking concerned. The world went fuzzy and I cried out again. There was so much pain all at once- this is what he had been through? I only had a second to think before it was over, or at least the part that I could stay awake for was.
Slumping back into his arms, I fell dead. Vlad stroked my hair. I wasn't breathing but he knew I was somewhat alive. There was a chill in the air from the heat rolling off of me. He lifted me up in his arms and carried me downstairs into his 'bedroom'. The vampire laid me into his coffin and smiled sadly. He closed the lid and sat, patient, beside it for almost an entire day.
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It was possibly the silence that woke me, or the thirst. I rolled over painfully and looked at the ceiling of the coffin he had placed me in. It was his own, which was either meant to be comforting or Igor hadn't gotten me one of my own. The air was comparatively warm and it felt good on my now cold body. Well, I couldn't lie here dead forever. I wanted to see him.
Pushing up on the lid, I sat up. Vlad met me with a hand to help me up. He no longer felt cold to the touch- more room temperature than anything. "Do you feel alright?" He asked carefully.
I nodded and looked at floor, throat feeling too dry to say anything. Looking around for Igor, I kind of awaited a fresh glass of blood. Vlad noticed and got up to take a few bottles from a refrigerator. I could smell what was in them and had the urge to just bust the tops off and drink until I was full. "Here," He didn't open them but sat them on the counter. "Vich one smells the best to you?"
For a second I thought he was kidding. Then I remembered how he preferred teenage girl blood. Now I had to decide which I preferred. A bottle at the end caught my attention and I grabbed it. The scent filled me up, making my throat burn more. Vlad took it back before I could bust the top off though. I let out a hiss and slapped a hand over my mouth. Had I just hissed at him? Vlad was here to walk me through this and… "It's normal." He informed me. "You're just protecting your meal." He poured some of the blood into a mug and started to warm it up. Igor had brought down a little stove to make me feel warmer. "It's not near as good from the bottle, much less cold."
I was still silent and sat cross legged next to him. I was just waiting for my first meal before saying anything to him. He finally handed me the mug of warm, sloshing liquid and I grabbed it gratefully, drinking like there was no tomorrow. There was no going back now- I was a vampire. "Oh, Vlad," I dropped it and wrapped my arms around him. He started to back up but patted me carefully on the back. I sat back and looked around again. "Where's Igor?"
"He vent out again. A fledgling like yourself is dangerous, unstable." I watched as he went to warm me up another glass. "Villing to attack anyone to feed." I suddenly felt ashamed and looked at the floor. It was finally registering just what I had become.
I emptied the mug again and he held me, trying to comfort. I knew good and well what was going to happen before he bit me and couldn't go back now. "How do I look?" I asked. It was, oddly, the first question that came to mind.
He chuckled again. "Vell, like before, but now you have blue skin, and fangs, and pointy little ears like mine."  For some reason Vlad thought it was adorable, and grabbed the tips of my pointed ears playfully.
I smiled. I was still thirsty, and slipping the bottle off the counter, I read the label before topping it off. Male, 25. I assumed twenty-five was the age. He laughed when I sat down the two-liter bottle and whined a little. It tasted so good… But I didn't want to hunt. Well, animally I did but as someone who had been human yesterday I didn't exactly relish the idea of killing my next meal. I knew it would come eventually though.
"The thirst won't go away for a while." He sat down beside me again. I wiped some of the lingering blood off of my lips. He took my hand and traced where the veins had once been filled and pulsing. There was something kind of sad about it actually, death. I sat up on my knees and hugged him again. It was cold, but in a way that felt natural.
~back to present~
I landed in the snow and turned back into my 'human' form. Vlad followed me and smiled. There was no one in this forested part of the town park to see us, and it was surreal for a second. He helped me up and I looked around, smelling the sharp air. We didn't have to look long for prey, because a couple walked up the snowy path. I took in a short breath. I still had trouble controlling myself when feeding.
Vlad looked at me and nodded reassuringly. The couple was about seventeen or eighteen, which suited both our tastes fine. I watched as Vlad turned into a cloud of smoke and floated across the path, reforming just out of sight. As the two passed between us I did what we normally did- fly across the path and grab whichever of the humans we were after. Mine, the male, was tall and thin. He had a little shaggy beard and sandy blonde hair. The girl had on a scarf and blue jeans, and she had short black hair.
I swallowed minutely and flew out at the same moment Vlad did, grabbing the boy under his arms and carrying him into the woods. Vlad caught the girl and turned around to join me. We sat back-to-back on a log with our struggling and screaming meals. I went to hypnotize the boy, feeling a tiny bit of guilt for having to kill him. Vlad had already bitten down into the girl's throat and I could hear him gulping, totally zoned out of everything. The boy went limp in my grasp and I bit down as well. My fangs had grown to full size and my mouth flooded with the life giving blood. I swallowed quickly, not letting a drop go. It went down as naturally as soda might have a few years ago.
Surprisingly I didn't miss sugar or anything- blood was good enough for my body and never lost that amazing flavor. Finally I couldn't get any more of the body and dropped it with a sigh. That was satisfying enough for the night, so we had several hours to kill. The count had finished as well. "Why don't we take these back to the castle? I was thinking of having a party soon."
My eyes lit up, glowing in the darkness. We had been saving from every other kill and now had enough for a good long party. The older vampire hadn't allowed me to meet any of his friends so far and I was wondering why. After this long I wasn't a fledgling anymore and it was less precaution now than worry at what the other monsters would think. "Can we, please?" He had missed many card nights for me and it would be so nice to meet his friends.
"Vhy not?" Vlad shrugged happily. "You're growing so mature so fast." He picked the dead girl up in his arms fireman's carry style and I did the same with my kill. We flew out to the castle so Igor could do his butcher job.