New Vampire...

Marcos Pov

Marcos was still fuming with anger from the events two days ago. For once in the last fifty years he decided to hunt instead of using feeders. He had it all planned out. Perfect isolated spot, beautiful girl, it should have been easy as breathing. That was until that stupid girl interrupted. If it’s one thing vampires hate its being interrupted during a feeding. To add insult to injury when he went to drain her life she bit him! The audacity! The rage inside him began to boil up again and he slammed his fist against the oak wood desk effectively splitting it in half. Great now the desk needs to be replaced.

He stood from his broken desk and paced his large office, thoughts turning back to the fat girl. There were two questions that swarmed his head like angry hornets. First why was her blood so sweet? Most humans’ blood is sweet to a vampire but hers however seemed different more rejuvenating. There was a power it but not from a line of witches of course. Witches and their filthy spells and foolish craft; hundreds of years ago they “blessed” as they call it their bloodlines repelling vampires from their blood. That fact alone ruled out her being a witch. But he couldn’t shake the feeling something about her blood was different. It fascinated him.

The second question ruling him was how on earth did she know to take his blood and start the transition? At first he wanted to chop it up to survival instinct but her actions combined with the taste of her blood put him on alert.

“Master I’m here for your afternoon feeding” Marcos whips his head in the direction of the small voice. There at the entrance of his office is a battered weak human woman. She was short and scrawny, her hair was dark blonde and unruly. He clothes were mere rags worn and dirty. He shivered in disgust as he approached one of slaves. He couldn’t bother to remember her name she was after all merely a meal to him.

He watched her for a moment. Taking in her timid stance and hung head. If he had a heart he might actually pity her. IF being the key word. Before she even took her next erratic breathe he swiftly lifted her by her neck sinking his awaiting fangs into it. He took all he could take without killing her before dropping her lifeless body to the ground.

Damn. He’s going to have to do something about strengthening his slaves. The blood loss is weakening them to the point of fainting. He stepped over her unconscious body leaving her on his office floor. He had more important matters to attend. The plan was to go see how the change is coming along with girl. At this point she should be suffering good and well. A smile crept on his face thinking of the pain she’s enduring. Serves her right stealing from him. In all his 500 years such a thing hadn’t occurred.

“Guards!” he yelled over the walkie to speak to them all at once. “Prepare the manor for my leave. This time Seb and Talon will accompany me. Report to the main doors at once.” He ended with authority. Several ‘yes masters’ were heard in response.

 Shortly after, he and two of his best guards were off to the measly town the girl was left in. He had to get some answers and if it turns out that she isn’t of any use to him well he’ll simply enjoy the show of Seb and Talon killing her. Seb is still human so the feeding would be from Talon and himself. Although if her change is complete her blood won't be as sweet being tainted by immortality and all.

By nightfall they had arrived to the small town. The three of them stood like shadows in the night around the abandoned house. Marcos inhaled deeply, taking in the scent of death that clung to the air around it. With a brief nod he signals the others that it was time to check on the girl that puzzles him. Without a sound they enter the torn down house and descended the stairs to the foul smelling basement where he left her.

 The first sight is the days old dead body of his first kill. He glazed over her body remembering how he met her leaving a bar. She was angry about something but after a few kind words and vampire allure she was more than willing to follow him anywhere. So it was to her death he lead her.

“Master look” Talon’s request brings him out of his memory as his eyes land on the reason he came back to this retched place. Lying on the floor in a state of paralysis is the fat girl. Only she isn’t fat anymore. She is in the final stage of transition. The healing stage.

Transformation from human to vampire is the most excruciating unbearable pain one could ever feel. You lose all sense of time and self during. Some beg for death and others have been known to rip out their own hearts, preferring to kill themselves then bare the pain any longer. Marcos barely survived his own 500 years ago so imagine his surprise that this young girl before him transition is nearly complete.

Her body is unmoving and her clothes are thrown about the room, only a white tasteless bra and underwear remain. Right before their eyes the blue veins coating her body began their descent back.

The once large girl was now a very well-toned one instead. Her pale skin was flawless; her new body shape perfection. The bald head she had started changing as well. Slowly but gracefully hair as black as the night sky sprouted from her scalp flowing around her beautifully all the way to her chest.

 Her skin creamy, lips blood red, perfectly curled long dark lashes overall turning her into the most stunning looking vampire he had ever seen. By the shock and lust filled faces of his men he could tell they were thinking the same of her.

“Stop staring! And one of you check her eyes!” Marcos ordered slightly irritated by their reaction to her as much as his own.

Talon still stared while Seb sprang into action quickly kneeling beside her still form and prying one of her eyes open. He gasped in shock and jumped back as if he’d been burned. Marcos and Talon instinctively took a step closer confused by his actions. Seb looked back at the both of them eyes mixed with shock, confusion and awe.

“What is it Seb?” Talon asked. Seb opened and closed his mouth a few times at a loss for words.

“Out with it Seb are her eyes black or red!” Marcos demanded.

He didn’t understand his usual behavior he had been around vampires his whole life so their eyes should be the least he has to fear. At this point Marcos didn’t care his reason he just wanted to know how powerful she will be. With new vampires it’s all in the eyes. Black eyes are typical, normal so to speak for vamps, however anyone in the royal family are born with red eyes, distinguishing their immense power from others. Although she is a turned Marcos had a nagging suspicion somehow she could be connected with the royals he loathed.

“Enough of this” Talon stated pushing Seb out the way to have a look at her himself. Similar to Seb he pried open her eye. The pupil that he saw took his breathe away. No, it can’t be its impossible!

He locked eyes with his master silently asking him to look at her. Marcos walked over slowly to look at the eye Talon still held open. All three men stared in utter disbelief at the bright blue eye with spots of moving gold specks in the center. No one said a word as Talon continued to hold it open. The silence around them was deafening as they all thought about the impossible occurrence before them.

Talon however had enough. The questions swarming his mind about this girl needed to be answered. He gently let her go and stood back up exchanging looks with the other men. Marcos is his master but he and Talon have more of a friendship type relationship meaning Talon is one of the only people who can question him without having his throat ripped out.

“Marcos? What is she?” Talon had to ask the question on all their minds. He and Seb watched as Marcos paced the room dragging his hands roughly through his hair. This can’t be right. Marcos thought over and over again. Never had a vampire had any other colored eyes except red and black. He was trying to remember old legends of the first vampires but his mind was coming up blank.

Damn! Now what? He could ask around to other vamps but if she is as powerful as he thinks she will be, he would rather keep her his little secret. Yes, Yes! He thought as an idea began to form. He can research her and study her all the while train her to help him destroy the royal family that exiled him. He stopped his pacing and turned back to the men grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“Grab the girl; let’s go I have a plan.” With that Marcos turned leaving the room so quickly if you didn’t know what he was you would have thought him a magician for how he disappeared. Seb bent to grab her until Talon shoved him roughly away, throwing her over his shoulder instead. Seb glared at him, balling his fist angrily. Talon laughs mockingly at the foolish human before flashing him his fangs.

“Careful Seb” He taunted still laughing as he too fled the room with immortal speed.

Seb punched the cement wall with force. He hated Talon and Marcos with a passion. He vowed to one day kill them especially Talon because Talon is the reason he is living the life of a slave guard to a vampire. He needed a plan, only for the last twenty years he couldn’t come up with one that didn’t result in his death or his sisters. There has to be some way, he wouldn’t give up on this even if it took the rest of his life.

He heard Marcos booming voice demand him to hurry up. He ignored it, going over to the dead body of an innocent girl falling prey to an evil creature. He knew well what her family will feel if they found out how she died. After going through that heartbreak himself he always found it better for the families to remain ignorant to the creatures of the night that steal and kill their children. With a final look he set her body on fire, hiding the evidence of her gruesome demise.

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The six hour ride back to the isolated manor was a silent one. Each man lost in their own thoughts on the mystery of the new vampire. Marcos sat in the passenger seat concocting plans. Talon was driving smoking a cigarette wondering what Marcos was thinking so hard about. Seb like usual was in the back of the SUV. He looked down at her sleeping form covered by his jacket for the hundredth time. For whatever reason she didn’t repulse him like every other vampire. It was more than just her obvious beauty. He felt the need to protect her. He didn’t understand it but from the moment he opened her eye he knew she hooked him. What are you? He thought brushing a strand of hair from her face

“Don’t get attached Seb, she isn’t yours” Marcos bite out venomously.

Talon gaged his reaction through the rearview mirror but Seb wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing how he felt. Like always Seb put a steel blank mask on and stared at the road ahead. He had to be careful the same way he is careful with his sister. Vampires enjoy emotional torture as much as physical so it’s always safer if you don’t show any. The less they know about how you feel and who you love the better. You would think with their beauty and prolong lives they could find happiness but of all the parasites he’s encountered over the last twenty years none have displayed that emotion.

They arrived at the large house in the early morning hours. Marcos had already called the servants to make arrangements for the new arrival. So Seb wasn’t surprised at all to see multiple servants waiting inside front doors, along with his sister. His heart pinched in his chest looking at her so small, and timid. Just two years younger than him she has spent the majority of her twenty one years as Marcos feeder. And it was all Talons fault. Rage boiled in him watching Talon cockily lean on the staircase banister smoking without a care.

“Talon my office we have things to discuss. Seb take the girl you can’t seem to let go to her quarters. There you will stay until she wakes. If she freaks calm her or tranq her I don’t care. You are not to tell her about me just yet. I would prefer to do that myself. And is she needs to feed grab one of those disgusting girls to do it.” Marcos ordered before walking off to his office with Talon on his heels.

A few servants followed too, one being his sister who gave him a small sad smile before lowering her head and following her master. Seb clutched the new girl tighter in his arms using her warmth to calm him. Wait, what? He placed his palm against her cheek and sure enough she was warm like a human. Impossible! All the leeches are cold, that’s just a fact. What the hell is this girl?

One of the servants cleared her throat to get his attention. He tore his eyes away from the beautiful creature in his arms and followed the servant up the stairs. The room they prepared was decent compared to the basement quarters slaves sleep in. It was about as nice as the guard’s room. Think of cheap hotel room and that’s what it is. An average size bed, desk, chair, lap dresser and mirror all dull earth tones. Marcos keeps all the extravagant rooms open for his guests.

He gently laid her body on the bed and turned away when the servant began to undress her. Once she was done she took her leave. She had put the girl into a white nightdress that made her dark hair and ruby lips stand out all the more. Seb pulled up the chair close to her bed and waited. If memory serves him correct she should have woken hours ago but her coma like state hasn’t changed. He wondered briefly if it had something to with the fact that for some reason she isn’t a normal vampire.

Her body began to stir and he leaned closer to see if she was waking. He watched in curiosity as her head moved side to side; looks as if she’s dreaming. She finally stops moving and a peaceful expression over takes her face. What a pretty sight Seb thought to himself. The girl opened her mouth in a big yawn surprising Seb when he saw the striking white fangs inside. They were so white it was almost illuminating. Slowly they receded leaving her mouth full of straight perfect teeth.

Seb really wanted her to wake up. So far she just seemed perfect in every way and maybe hearing her voice or seeing how she acted would help sort out his irrational thinking’s. No matter how different she appeared in slumber she was still a blood sucking demon.

Doing the unthinkable he grabbed both her shoulders and gave her a little shake. No response. He shook again this time a little harder yet still nothing. What else can I do? He thought scratching the back of his neck. Slowly he leaned down closer and closer until they were nose to nose. He didn’t understand why he was doing this; he just wanted to be near this strange girl. His eyes soaked in her features. Travelling from her full red lips up to her small button nose then meeting with her bright blue/gold eyes. Oh Sh**! Her eyes are open!

The shock of her being awake and staring directly at him scared him to the core. If he were any other man he would have screamed or stumbled back at least. But the young woman beneath him barely gave him a second to intake his next breathe. Her small hand moved with lightning fast speed, wrapping tightly around his neck. He tried to gasp but she only tightens her hold. Seb watched with fearful eyes as her once bright blues turned a vicious red. She snarled loudly flashing her fangs. The lack of oxygen was causing darkness to creep around the edges of his vision. He tried his hardest to fight through it while maintaining a strong eye contact with her.

His only hope was there was something inside her that could see the sincerity in his eyes. She snarled again then launched him across the room. He smashed into the wall cracking it. Seb lied on the floor ignoring the pain in his back and instead focused on taking all the air into his lungs he could get. Once his breathing was somewhat normal he looked back up at the girl.

She was sitting up on the bed staring at her hands with mixed emotions. He could see the shock and confusion but there was another emotion dancing in her bright orbs. She continued to just flip her hands over and over staring at them as if they weren’t hers.

Seb slowly stood back on his feet but made no move to approach her. Judging from her first reaction he didn’t want to make the same mistake twice. The girl leaped from the bed and with slow graceful strides walked to the mirror built on the dresser. When she saw her reflection she jumped back with a frightening scream.

“Whoa it’s ok, calm down your fine” Seb said softly with his hands palm out in a non-defensive gesture. She whipped her head back at him eyes shining with unshed tears. Seeing her like that caused an unpleasant ache in his chest.

“Wh-what happened to m-me” she asked. Her voice was soft and smooth as silk almost caressing his ears. Seb shook it off and met her questioning gaze right as a single crystal blue tear slid down her face.

He didn’t want to see her cry but he was given orders not to give her answers. He pondered for a minute. Marcos only said to not mention him; he didn’t say anything about explaining her change. She continued to watch him while he battled on what to say without freaking her out. Finally deciding the truth was the best option. With cautious steps he walked to her until they were about a foot apart.

“There isn’t an easy way to say this, but you’ve transitioned” He says gaging her for a reaction. She tilts her head to the side adorably

“Transitioned? Into what exactly?” she asked. Seb opened his mouth to answer but she cut him off. “Oh no, I’m dead right? I transitioned into someone else’s body right? That’s why I’m some hot skinny bitch huh? Oh god why me! I should have never run away now look at me-” Seb continued to watch in confusion and amusement as she paced the room ranting about ghosts and something about an alternate universe.

Clearly her final memories haven’t come back yet because she defiantly has the wrong idea. He let her go on her short hysterical rampage a little while longer just enjoying the sight of her. She acted so normal, so human except for that initial moment they had. He forced himself to stop thinking about her as normal. She is far from that; she’s one of them at the end of the day. Seb straighten his stance and squared his shoulders before loudly clearing his still sore throat. She stopped pacing, turning to look directly at him

“You have the wrong idea. You’re not a ghost or in someone else’s body. In my experience that isn’t possible.” He crossed his arms over his chest. She watched then mimicked his action

“Okay then stranger who knows everything. What happened to me really?” she asked sarcastically raising one perfect curved brow. Seb narrowed his eyes at her. Fine if she wants the truth so bad he’ll give it to her.

“You’re a vampire.”

*******************Pic on side is Analise after change