The last thing I remember was fire burning through my veins, the fire pushed on from my shoulders moving inward, toward my heart. Every time my heart pumped, the fire swarmed in closer. I'm surrounded. I can feel the fire enclosing my heart. My heart gets heavier, pounding like a rock in my chest, weighing more and more as the seconds pass by...How long had it been since I've seen the light? The sun, that used to burn my skin, making sweat run down my face, make my throat dry and beg for water. My toes turn numb, the fire is being extinguished. Up my legs, to my thighs...I feel a new feeling I've never felt before, I can sense every movement around me. I can feel breath from miles away. My torso is free, my fingers, and my arms, my shoulders. I can feel the fire raging, screaming, BEGGING for mercy...Not today. Is it that my body now feels stronger than my mind or that my mind feels stronger than my body? Either way, the fire move in on the only part of my heart it hasn't touched, I now wonder that if the fire melts away my love for him, will I finally be free of him? My mind will not shame me. I was human before, I was very fragile to the appearance of his body, the fragrance that danced off of him; off of his tongue and onto mine? I will soon find out, the fire erodes my heart, like my body has been snapped in half as the sharp pain rips through me one last time. All at once, my heart stops beating, my mind goes blank.
The fire doesn't hurt anymore; in fact, I've never felt in better health. I am still and I wonder how long it will take before my eyes finally open...It feel like an eternity before my eyes will fly open to see what I have been missing to see what my mind had lacked.
Once upon a time, I was told a story about a young man turned into a vampire. That man's name was and still is, Isaac Walsh. Isaac Walsh was transformed into a vampire in 1918 during the Spanish Influenza. Isaac was transformed by a vampire who was once a part of the Volturi coven; the "royal vampires", but was replaced by another tracker vampire, Demetri. Isaac was 24 years old when he was transformed, Isaac learned when he was 15 (vampire) years old that you could live off of animal blood. He learned this from a vampire who had lived off of animal blood for centuries; his name was Carlisle. Carlisle has his own coven somewhere in North America, from what I know. Isaac left me when I was 19. I am 22 (human) years old now, I've been searching for a vampire to change me ever sense Isaac left me. He refused to changed me into a vampire; so I was determined to find someone who would. And, I did. I met a woman named Irina, I didn't talk to her long. But, long enough to learn that she was vampire and to tell her what I needed; her to transform me. It wasn't very difficult to persuade her, she seemed to be angry anyway...I know, risky, VERY risky. But, I trusted her. So, she dropped me off in the middle of a snowy wood and bit me.
"No turning back now", Isaac would say, and there wasn't.
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