Change

THE CHANGE BY SARAH BOLLAND

Drip?Drip. Blood fell into the dirty white sink and gathered into a
small scarlet pool.
Drip?Drip. Never would I make this mistake again. Never.
I glanced into the mirror and beyond the white speckled water marks a
faint ghostly reflection stared back at me.
Who was this pale young girl? It looked like me, yet it didn't feel
like me at all.
A strange disturbing presence filled the room, thrusting an ice cold
chill up my spine. Although this presence disturbed me it somehow eased
me at the same time.
I turned, but saw nothing. Just a shabby dark throw barely covering an
old metal sprung bed, along with a crooked wooden desk.
I felt so intoxicated and bewildered. What had he done to me? Why do I
feel so empty?
I stared back at the chipped mirror which hung slanted above the sink.
The girl just stared back at me blankly as she gradually began to fade.
The astonished look upon her soft white face soon completely
disappeared leaving no reflection at all.
I turned away. As I searched the room with my eyes I quickly came to
realise that I didn't belong here.
In fact, I hadn't been here before. Where the hell was I? And what was
happening to me?
My neck throbbed with pain and a cold sensation rushed through my veins
spinning me violently, then suddenly nothing. Darkness.

I awoke breathing heavily with my heart rapidly pounding. A strange
numbness had gripped my body causing awkwardness and unnerved me
immensely.
I had been unconscious for?I don't know how long.
There was no way of telling what time it was as the windows were all
tightly boarded up.
The only light in the dim room gleamed from a small desk lamp in the
corner, precariously propped against the wall.
As I leant on my hand I felt the cold wet floorboards beneath me,
still damp from my blood. I instantly remembered the agonising pain I
had felt from my neck. It had now strangely subsided.
I reached my hand up and gently felt for the wound. Nothing. But my
skin felt smooth and soft like it had never felt before. I then touched
my hair to feel fresh light silky strands falling towards my waist.
What was happening to me?
As I lifted myself up from the floor a strange uncontrollable hunger
growled from my body. But it wasn't food that I craved.
My breathing was heavy and I felt weak and drained. I turned to rest on
the bed and there he was.
He sat gracefully on the edge of the bed, his long dark shiny hair
falling across his ageless face. His striking green eyes stared
directly at me in the deep light.
A mixture of anger, confusion, hatred and fear welled up inside
me.
Beneath the fear hid an overwhelming attraction. What was happening to
me?
He was still staring at me but now a smooth mocking smile crossed his
face.
"So? how fares my new vixen?" As he spoke his deep empty voice rang
through my head bewitching me.
"Vincent what have you done to me?" I said calmly
He replied with nothing but a cruel laugh.
"Is it drugs?" I asked nervously
Again he just laughed
"Vincent I need to know what is happening to me" I pleaded with
him
"The change my dear just the change" he replied charmingly
"What change? Tell me what you've given me?Tell me or I am going to
call the fucking police" I snapped back at him
I could feel the anger burning inside me.
"Call them?go on call them." He smugly paused as he laid back on the
bed.
"Oh and don't forget to mention that you met a man in a club. Went with
him to his home and willingly had sex with him ? but then you didn't
like it when he wanted to play a little game. I am sure they will be
straight round my darling" he added sarcastically
"YOU BASTARD WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME? I shouted out of
frustration.
"Oh pray continue my love. I really do enjoy your torture it's quite
refreshing" he said mocking me
"No more fucking games. Just tell me" I demanded as tears tickled my
cheeks
"Oh for god's sake alright" he said in a disapproving tone
"Yes Yes I gave you a drug" he said reluctantly and without any
remorse.
"What sort of drug?" I asked desperately
"Blood" he frankly replied
"Blood? What do you mean blood?" I said as the fear took hold of me
again.
"I mean blood. From my veins to yours." He explained
I stood motionless staring at him through glazed eyes in
disbelief.
"Oh and by the way?from midnight tonight your soul will belong to me"
he casually remarked
I breathed deeply and uttered
"Your going to kill me?"
His hollow laugh filled the room.
"I would say it is a bit too late for that. Wouldn't you darling?" he
said smiling to himself.
"What do you mean?" I asked him
"You know I really thought I had picked out the intelligent one but
never mind. I mean? you are a blood vixen, a vampire." He paused
briefly as moved closer towards me. "You are medically dead. And come
midnight you will belong to me for I WILL have your soul" he whispered
with cold harsh edge to his voice.

His cold breath numbed my cheeks. I couldn't move. I couldn't think. I
didn't want to believe him. I tried to move towards the door but some
force held me motionless helpless and trapped before him.
"Now you stay here darling and I will get dinner ready ok" he said
cruelly as he swept out the door.
My head pounded with a mix of horrifying thoughts and still I was
unable to move. I was rendered helpless awaiting my fate.

He returned shortly pulling a terrified young girl of no more than ten
beside him.
She was so pretty so quiet and so innocent. My heart broke watching her
frightened face gaze up at me for help.
He pulled back her hair and lifted her into his strong arms with ease.
Within a second he clamped his sharp teeth into her neck piercing her
delicate skin. She cried out in pain and reached for me but I didn't
move. I couldn't move.
I just stood weeping while he drained the fresh young life from her.
The pain struck me and was impossible to endure.
How could someone be so cruel? So evil.

He released her from his grip and she fell to the floor like a broken
doll. Suddenly I was transfixed on her wounded neck. I watched
longingly as the blood spilled freely from the punctured wound.
It was beautiful the thick dark blood oozed seductively from her veins.
I lunged forward and ripped her from the floor sinking my teeth into
the wound and slowly sucked every last drop of life from the
child.
Refreshed and satisfied I dropped her, Vincent lifted my head and
raised his arm in front of my face. I focused on the old gold watch
upon his thick strong wrist.

It said one minute past midnight.