Donor House: Rex: Saving Melody (part 3)
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k_a_webbRex had never turned anyone into a vampire before. If it hadn’t been for Melody’s accident he never would have and part of him hoped that she wouldn’t wake up. Being a vampire, from the moment he’d woken up as one, had always felt wrong. He didn’t know if it was a universal feeling, because since the day he’d left his creator behind he’d done everything he could to avoid vampires. Spending time around other immortals might have helped him, instead of torturing himself by watching the people he’d been forced to leave behind, but he couldn’t imagine any of them feeling the way he did. All of his creators friends had seemed happy to be vampires.
Carefully, Rex moved Melody in his arms, in an attempt to stop his shoulders from aching. Unlike the vampires he’d read about and seen in films he didn’t have super strength and it had been a long time since he’d had to carry anything heavier than a small shopping bag. Home wasn’t that far away, but it was further than he thought he could carry her. That wasn’t going to stop him from trying, because she needed to be somewhere safe before the sun rose. As a young vampire he’d had really sensitive eyes, so it was possible that she would too, and he didn’t want to cause her more pain.
Sun rise was, thankfully, still hours away. Melody had crashed her car not long after midnight, skidding on something, and he’d been there moments later. That was something he needed to work out an explanation for. He didn’t want to explain to Melody, or her family, that he’d been watching them for years, because he’d been unable to leave his friends and family behind. Of course, there would come a time when they’d leave him. Biting hard on his lip he stared down at Melody. Now he had someone who would never leave him.
Being alone had never been easy for Rex. There were days when all he’d wanted was someone to talk to, but he’d never given in to that need. It was safer, considering the people he most wanted to talk to thought he was dead. Instead he listened to audio books, or occasionally the radio, because then it was a little like someone else was there, and he could chose what he wanted to hear. The television was always full of pro-vampire and anti-vampire propaganda he didn’t want to have to deal with.
At the same time being alone was better than being with his creator. Rex had hated her from the moment he’d set eyes on her and he’d done everything he could to get away from her. Sighing, he looked down at Melody. The last thing he wanted was for her to hate him, which seemed unlikely considering she had chosen to become a vampire, but he didn’t know what was going to happen, and that terrified him. It reminded him of the moment he’d first realised what he’d become.
Mirrored from K. A. Jones Writing.
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Date: 2012-10-24 12:52 am (UTC)That should say "creators' friends" above.
>> he could chose what he wanted to hear.<<
That should say "choose" above.
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Date: 2012-10-24 01:02 am (UTC)That should say "creators' friends" above.
>> he could chose what he wanted to hear.<<
That should say "choose" above.