Bitten

Tick.

Tock.

Tick.

Tock.

Time keeps ticking. No matter what the circumstances may be time will not seize. The man never leaves the warehouse and I do not dare move from my spot.

My future is a mystery. Even as a human I had no idea what the future had in store for me but I had some idea what I was doing shortly. Now I know absolutely nothing.

My legs are rooted to the spot as if anchoring my body to cease from any human activity.

There is no sign stating if it is night or day. I could have been sitting on this cold floor for days but it did not matter for all I knew.

All of that did not matter since I am dead and all because I looked at the wrong guy and smiled. From the sound of the stomping footsteps in front of me, the vampire is pacing agitated with something, I don’t care.

I am here because of him, he did this and he wants me to love him.

Are vampires even capable of love?

There is this hole in my chest where my heart should be since he ripped it out. Metaphorically. He must be insane if he thinks I cared about him and his actions.

Even in my human years, I had a hard time falling in love with someone. What makes him think that because he changed me I would fall for him?

The loud crash of boxes tumbling down with the object within them breaking echoes through the building.

“Damn it, how long are you going to be there? Are you planning on killing yourself? You need to eat! Abigail, look at me when I speak to you!” His voice is full of frustration and I try my hardest to ignore him.

It is as if I have no control over my body. My head snaps up at his command he is towering over me his eyes full of anger or hurt, I cannot decide which.

“What do you want from me? If I want to die then let me!” I snap and he walks away. I lower my head once again to my knees. His footsteps are in front of me and I fight my urge to look at him.

“Abigail,” he whispers, the strain in his voice is clear, “I can’t have a dead vampire on my hands, and a dead newborn will raise a lot of questions!”

“From the sound of it, that’s your problem,” if my stomach could growl from hunger it would sound like a dying whale at the moment. My stomach is empty I cannot last long without something in my system.

“Abigail, what can I do to make you understand that if I didn’t do this to you, you would be someone else’s blood bank or a snack,” he sits down next to me.

Someone else’s snack? Was he planning on eating me?

“How do you even know that? Perhaps I could have lived a normal life for all you knew,” I whisper. He chuckles and then his chuckle turns into a hysterical laugh. The curiosity gets the better of me. “What is wrong with you?”

He controls his laughter, “Before I turned you I found information on you. I was curious to find out why your blood even when it is not exposed drives me insane. So I went into Starbucks employee info and found out your name and birth date. With that, I found the hospital you were born in with ease, Hilltop Hospital.”

I gasp as I raise my head and stare at him.

“You are Abigail Williams. You were introduced to the world on November 12th, 1992 to Royce and Jennifer Williams.” He tells me, “I also found out your blood type. It’s so rare that one other person with it has never been found,” he stops. I tear my eyes away from him and remember something my mother told me when I was younger.

Sweetie, I need you to be careful. I don’t want you to get hurt because even the hospital wouldn’t be able to help you. Is that what she meant?

“I’m the one person with this blood type,” I lower my gaze.

“Yes, your blood type is C negative. That’s why I’m almost positive it would happen. Your blood makes us go insane. I could bite you and not get blood into my mouth because I practiced for a while on others.” I don’t want to hear any more. “Abigail, I was helping you!”

“Helping me or you?” I pull my chest away from my legs and plant my palms on the ground, he narrows his eyes.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Anger leaking through every word.

“This,” I jab a finger at my chest, “has to benefit you somehow or you wouldn’t have done this or you would let me die!”

A flame of anger consumes me. I am adding more wood to the flame. “You didn’t want to be alone so you drag me into this hell hole you call a life. You say you are trying to help me, but if someone else would have killed me why would it even matter to you?”

His eyes open and the gleam I saw before is gone, “Do whatever the hell you want! You will not last long without blood in your system and I can see you don’t want to be here so just leave,” he stands up and walks away from me.

As he walks away he kicks a box sending it flying to the other side of the building which is damn far. Wes walks to a sliding door he pushes it open it is dark out and he vanishes.

I swallow hard and push myself up it is so much harder than I thought. My knees tremble and when I am up to my legs it is as if I were learning how to walk, but I do not want to quit now as I push myself to the door.

Even though I am walking it is as if I am not moving is until I reach the door. I look both ways of the dark street, Wes is nowhere to be found. My legs take longer steps and I am running down the street. My body pushes forward as I keep running not sure where I am heading but just wanting to get away is driving me forward.

I run until my feet hit the grass, I glance around and there are benches, trees aligned with the sidewalk, a playground, and in the middle of all of this there is a pond. My feet move to their accord once I am at the edge of the pond I see what I want to do. The tip of my shoe causes the ripple effect in the water.

Funny as a child this would entertain me for hours; I lower my foot until it touches the soft, slippery bottom the water is to my knee. My other foot soon follows with every step the water raises. The water laps over my mouth make me take a deep breath I want to go a peaceful way.

Drowning will do it for me.

I let the water engulf my body; I push my body towards the bottom and grab hold of some algae. The water pushes my legs up, but the algae keep me in place. I release all the oxygen in my lungs and wait for my lungs to burn, the battle for air to start, anything.

I blink and look around. The water is clear even with its muddy bottom. I feel nothing, nothing at all. I hold on for a couple of minutes and it is as if I am laying on the beach soaking up the sun. My body is at ease. Frustration fills me, I release the algae and push myself forward. My body takes a deep breath out of habit not instincts. “I don’t have to breathe!”

I swim to the edge and pull myself out of the water. Well maybe it is a good thing, I am in a park. Children come to play here, what are they going to say if they a dead body in the pond.

I get out and walk out of the park. The moon is high and the streets are empty of any life. It must be late. I walk on until I come across an overpass bridge the concrete floor underneath looks inviting.

I glance around, there is no one?

My hand grabs hold of the railing lock my legs at the knees and bend my body at the waist, the top half of my body dangling over the rail.

This is not as peaceful as drowning but it will put me out of my misery. I unlock my knees and all the unsupported weight pulls me forward and I am airborne. My hair whips all around and I close my eyes and wait for the impact.