The New Immortal

As I walked down the spiral staircase my knees began to quiver. My eyes were bloodshot and I couldn’t feel my face. There was a chilly wind that blew in from above. It cooled my entire body. The stairs seemed to go on forever. I could hear the faint whispers of mysterious voices at the bottom. As I neared the end I could see a dim light. It seemed to dance about the room like a flower blowing in the wind. I could now feel a sensation I have never felt before. It felt as if someone had taken a sharp object and jammed it into my side. I fell onto the ground writhing in pain. Three unusually tall figures approached and scooped me off the ground. Their hands were ice cold and very pale. They had finger nails that could cut through steel. But for some reason I felt safe with them. Two more mysterious figures joined us. I was carried into a small, dark room, and placed on a table. There was a foul stench in the air. One lone figure came in and handed me a cup with a reddish, brown liquid and told me to drink up.
The next morning I woke up to a loud bang. I had rolled off my table. I felt another sharp pain in my side. I lifted my shirt and was frightened to see a patch of skin that was different then the rest. It had been crudely sewn in and had a large “V” in the middle. I realized now that I had been transformed into a vampire. Every part of my body ached and I could barely stand. I felt weaker than a new-born cow. I had seen this before in a movie. I needed blood! That would help me regain strength. Another of the figures came in and took off her cloak. It was a woman; she had flowing black hair and magnificent brown eyes. She told me that her name was Elizabeth and she had been a vampire for 350 years. Elizabeth cut open her arm and forced me to drink. Blood tasted a lot better than I thought it would. It tasted like sweet honey. I have never felt so renewed in my entire life. After I was done, I sprang up and jumped on the table. My new found friends had given me new life.
Elizabeth and I walked down the halls of the underground facility. The walls dripped with discolored water. I was being taken to the room where I would get my name for my vampire life. I was now a member of a secret society, so of course I had to get a new name. I just hope they gave me one with a good ring to it. I sat down in a large leather chair. It seemed too fancy for an underground vampire facility. The head of all vampires was sitting right in front of me and I was forced to bow my head. He went on with the little speech about responsibility, but all I wanted to hear was the cool stuff. He said my new name was Mike. I thought to myself,” what a terrible name, I start my whole life over as a being of darkness, and my name is Mike”! The leader had told me that I was found in an ally, I was dying and Elizabeth had brought me to the society where they decided to turn me into a vampire to “save” my life. When I asked her why she saved me she responded,” You looked like my brother 350 years ago”. I told her I was grateful and she told me not to mention it. I left the room and went about learning the rest of the vampire life style.
I was brought out into the world to try my first kill as a vampire. It was a young woman. She was walking alone at two in the morning. She was on her way home from work. I could feel the pressure on me to get the kill. Elizabeth was with me. She was helping me stalk our prey. I had drunk some of Elizabeth’s blood just this morning so I felt strong and ready. My hands began to shake as I closed in for the kill. I could see the young woman as she shivered in the cold. Her hands were also shaking. I wondered if she had a family, and if I would be taking her away from it. I felt sad and began to second guess my decision to murder a living being. My cloak was blowing in the wind. There was a flickering street lamp in the street. The young woman looked back at us and began to run. We jumped from building to building. I had no idea the powers that vampires had until tonight. I could jump higher, run faster, and heal quicker. The woman ran into a back alley, and hid behind a dumpster. Elizabeth and I approached and we suddenly heard a loud shot. Elizabeth fell to the ground, she had been shot. The sound of the gunshot was louder than a semi colliding with a dump truck. I closed in by myself and proceeded to drink all the blood from the young woman. I felt proud for getting my very first kill as a vampire. I carried Elizabeth back to the complex to be examined by our leader. She was going to live through the traumatic experience. We made it back just as the sun rose and I went to sleep to live and drink blood another day.