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02-16-2008, 08:51 PM
Jess knew she would have a lot of explaining to do but just ran into the forest. She hated it where she was going but was soon climbing a 6 ft stone wall and heading into a castle. There, everyone was in the Victorian style clothing. Jess looked like an outsider as she came barreling through the doors. People looked up at her as she slowly stood up completely. Somehow, the screaming had stopped and she felt better. One of the girls stood up and said, “I shall summon Kraven.” And she walked off. Another girl stood up and took Jess into another room.
A few minutes later, her father walked in. “How dare you show your disgraced face in this house.” He snarled.
“Father, I made the change.” Jess muttered, lowering her eyes.
Her father stopped. “You what?”
“Unlike Rosa, I made the change. I am now one of you.” Jess repeated.
“When? When did this happen?”
“Today. Just now.”
He stood there, silent. Finally, after several minutes, he slapped her.
Jess fell to the floor from the force.
“And yet you still show your face.”
“Father, please. I didn’t know where else to go.” Jess begged.
“Your mother.” He snarled.
“You know she is dead. Melodi made you-all of us-watch her die as she was torn apart by those beasts you have as servants.”
“And I told you to never come back.” Her father bent down next to her. “I already know Rosa is human, but Jess, Melodi will kill you and I cannot watch that happen.” Her father’s voice was softer, more caring.
“But father, what am I supposed to do? I cannot become a vampire without dying. I may be immortal now, but I need blood. And I can’t feed off the humans without making them one of us.” Jess started to cry.
“I will talk to Melodi but for now, just go out and drink the blood of small animals. My daughter, please be careful. And I will have one of my ladies give you some better clothing.” Her father kissed her forehead and then left.
Jess felt her mouth and gasped at her pointed vamp teeth. She raced over to a mirror and saw that she had changed even more. Her hair was now dark, nearly black, and her skin was pale, white almost. Her eyes were like an almond shaped, maybe more diamond but very unique looking, and a gorgeous blue. She changed into some of the Victorian clothing, noticing that even her bre.asts were fuller. She walked out of the castle, even though the sun was out, and headed for her apartment building.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
~Mark Overby
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