The Donor House: Saskia: Becoming a Vampire (part 2)

[k_a_webb]

Part 1

Aidan should have walked away. He knows that. If he had he could have built himself a new life, one that didn’t have me in it, and that would have been better for both of us. Then I would have been able to get married, to have children, to live a single life the way I’d always imagined – even though the man I was marrying had always been him; while he’d have a chance to accept the changes that had happened to him on the day a vampire saved his life. What ended up happening was something neither of us had ever planned for, but then I don’t think anyone plans for the day they might become a vampire.

“I knew you would,” he whispered, his breath tickling my neck as he pressed his lips to the spot I he was about to bite. “Please don’t hate me in the morning.”

“Nothing you could do would ever make me hate you,” I replied, wishing it wasn’t true, because then I wouldn’t be standing there, on the day I’d chosen my wedding dress, waiting for him to bite me. “I’m not going to lie to you and say I want this, but I’m also not going to run from you.”

One tear trickled down my neck, from where Aidan was crying, and I wrapped my arms around him, still feeling the need to comfort him, even though he was about to do something that would change my life forever. That wasn’t even an exaggeration. When I became a vampire I would be immortal. I would be able to see the end of the world, if I managed to keep away from the hunters that wanted to kill all the creatures of the night. For a moment I thought he’d changed his mind, because all he did was stand there with his lips against my neck, but then I felt his canines penetrate the skin.

I’d always thought that being bitten by a vampire would hurt. When Aidan bit me I didn’t feel any pain, just the sensation of him drawing my blood from my body as though he was drinking through a straw, and I could feel myself getting weaker as he did so. That could have been my imagination, though. At the point when I honestly thought I might pass out he pulled away and did something I thought I’d only ever read about in books. He used his teeth to open one of the veins in his wrist before pressing it against my mouth.

“Saskia, you need to drink, otherwise you’ll die,” he said, but my body was already doing what it needed to do in order to survive. “Good girl.” He gently stroked my hair. “I wish I’d died. That would have been so much easier. Unfortunately my creator had been watching me for a while, thinking I would be a good addition to his family, so when I crashed the car he decided he wasn’t willing to lose me. He’d walked away from others before, but me he wanted, and I honestly believe he thought I’d be a better vampire than I am.”

Mirrored from K. A. Webb Writing.