My world was spinning. I wanted to scream. The pain in my neck was becoming more and more unbearable, my insides were burning. It felt like I was on fire.
In front of me, hung a huge mirror, in which I could perfectly see myself. My eyes brimmed with tears, tears which then burned my cheeks. My face had grown pale and my hazel eyes, red. My evanescent brown hair had never looked darker. I felt the blood pulling away from my skin as I stared at my impaled neck.
It was night, I had gone out to get groceries when I was attacked and dragged into a dark alley. I remember being hit on the head and fainting. I woke up to find myself tied to a wooden chair in a dimly lit room, guarded by a woman who sat across from me on a similar chair.
I tried to speak, but couldn’t. The pain will soon kill me, I thought.
“This was meant to happen, Serra” The Woman across from me spoke in a stentorian voice.
How does she know my name? Who is she?
I furrowed my eyebrows at her, at her petty remark on my fate. I couldn’t make sense of it all, whereas I knew what this was. I’d always heard about it and knew it was true, but never thought that I’d be chosen next. And suddenly, she emerged from the darkness of the corner of the room. My breathing became erratic, my skin grew paler.
It was my mother.
“..How…” It was a word without any sound. I wondered if this was a prank, if this was all planned. But the deterioration of my physical health held no resemblance to my thoughts.
My mother had conspired this.
“Why?” I managed to say.
“We are god’s men, Serra.” She said
So, she’s one of them.
“Vampires are not gods” I seethed.
“The goddess chose you, Serra. Since you’ve always been so weak, don’t you see the silver lining? You will be agile – you’ll have the strength of 30 men. You will be alluring and young, forever; your beauty will be eternal, envied by most. You-“
“STOP!” I screamed.
The door to the room flew open; Inevitable, he came in with his varlets. He was so tall. I could barely see him with his hood covering his face. He stopped right in front of me and stood there for what seemed like centuries, and then lifted off his hood.
These indecipherable blue eyes are here to take me, to complete the transition.
He kneeled down and whispered my name. The throbbing pain pervaded every single cell in my body. My mother was standing in the farthest corner of the room, weeping. The man spoke from across the space between us.
“Thee’ve been chosen
hark to mine own sweet voice
and surrend’r to the goddess”
The dream ends. Do I become a Vampire, then? It seems so. I also like the name Serra or maybe it could’ve been Furiosa.Tempting!
But I was a Vampire fanatic, since it was the trendiest pop-fiction topic back then and something which put a dark and mysterious spin on a romantic story. Jam a stake through my heart! But I would always have dreams about Vampires, after binge watching Vampire shows and reading young adult novels about them. I’m glad that it was just a phase, though I’m not guilty!
Pic credits: Google.