About Alexander's Rose...
This is a story I'm writing that is inspired Twilight. I hope you enjoy it. I'm trying my best!
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I don’t remember much after that, just bits and pieces. I awoke back in the dark room from before. But things were different. I could see the whole room clearly, like someone had turned on a light. My hands and feet were bound again. And my throat burned in thirst. I shook my head, to clear the ringing in my ears. It didn’t help. I laid my head down on the stones, trying to think. I felt so strange. It was then that I realized I hadn’t taken a breath. I felt like I didn’t need to.
Panicking, I sat up and tried to jerk my hands free. Surprisingly, the rope that bound me snapped like a thread. My hands flew to my chest and my neck, searching for a pulse, a heartbeat, anything! No pulse, no heartbeat. My skin was cold and hard, just like the monsters that had taken me.
The burning in my throat was intensifying. I inhaled, trying to sooth my throat. So many smells hit me, I choked again. Mold, mildew, stone, decay, wet earth, and a sweet, mouth-watering smell. With a start, I realized that the smell…was the smell of blood. And it was driving me mad.
I squeezed my eyes shut and clamped my hand over my mouth and nose. I wanted to run to it, drink it in. But that would be wrong. A human doesn’t drink blood…but a monster does. What had they done to me?!
Suddenly I heard footsteps’ coming down the hallway, the smell told me it was them. I grabbed the rope binding my legs and pulled. It snapped easily. Then I staggered to my feet, throwing my hand up to steady myself. Bad idea. The wall gave in around my hand like I’d leaned on a sponge. I pulled away, and stared at the wall. Then I began to form a plan.
If I was strong enough to do that…I glanced at the door. They were almost on the other side. I ran to the door and studied it. I was in luck. It was a steel door, and it swung open on THEIR side. I stepped back two feet and crouched, waiting. I had to do this. I COULD do this!
One of them stepped in front of the door, and as I heard the jingle of keys, I slammed myself into the door as hard as I could. It groaned in protest, but I wasn’t giving in. Suddenly the door flew from its hinges with a loud pop, right into the monster standing in front of it. I flew out the doorway as the others hissed. One tried to grab me, and I slammed my elbow into its ribs. I heard crunching, and the monster went flying.
The others just stood there and chuckled as I ran away from them. And soon I understood why. I was heading toward the altar room, toward the scent of blood. It would be so easy. So easy to stop and drink in the blood…I shook my head as I ran. No! If I did that, I would be no better then them. They may have turned me into a monster, but I wasn’t going to act like one!
I ran pass the altar room, following a new scent now. This scent was cleaner and just as intoxicating, the smell of fresh air. I had to escape. I could hear the monsters growl behind me when they saw that I wasn’t going for the blood, and I was glad to disappoint them.
This place was like a maze. If I didn’t have these new senses, I would have been lost in no time. And every time I ran into another monster, I just pushed them out of the way. I didn’t know my own strength anymore. I didn’t know what I was capable of.
Finally I found the stairs leading up. The smell of fresh air was stronger now. I was almost there. The stairs seemed to go on forever, but soon I saw two doors, light filtering in from their cracks. I didn’t even stop. I slammed into the doors, and into my freedom. I hit the ground running, taking only a second to glance around before I made a dash for a nearby forest.
I don’t know how long I ran, before the burning in my throat stopped me. I was so thirsty, and I knew that water wouldn’t help. I needed blood, to my horror. So I stood still and smelled the air for anything…. alive.
About a mile from where I was, a mountain lion snarled, and it’s prey whimpered. I ran for the lion, and pounced, knocking it down. It clawed and thrashed, but I held it as I bit and drank. Soon the lion stilled. As I sucked it dry, I heard a whimper behind me. And it’s smell…I turned to see a little boy, maybe about five, shaking in his boots. He stared at me in terror and I could understand that. I was a monster now. His heart pounded, and I wanted to bite him too. But I didn’t. “Go home.” I told him, and his eyes grew even bigger. Then he turned away and ran. I didn’t know if he understood me, or if he ran in fear. I shook myself. Of course he ran in fear. He had been seconds away from being eaten by a mountain lion, only to see that lion be taken down by something even more horrible. And my voice didn’t help either. I’d growled at him. I hoped he would return home, though. By the look of him, he was loved greatly, and would be sorely missed.
That made me remember my own family and the home that I had been taken from. Again, I glanced around me, at the trees and rocks. I sank to my knees with a cry of despair. I didn’t know where I was, or how to get home. But now I knew what I was…. a monster…. a vampire.
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