The REST of the story

"Katie...I'm home. Are you awake?" I said loudly, turning on the lights of our suburban apartment. I chuckled, finding her on the couch, lying on top of another victim. His blood ran out of her mouth, and her teeth bared in a grin. She woke up, slowly pulling herself to a sitting position. "Hello, do you like my new play toy?" She giggled out, slurring her words. I shot her an angry stare. "Your play thing is dead! What did I tell you about bringing THEM into the apartment?" I scolded. She frowned, like a child. She was almost a child. Only a decade old of being an immortal. But I sure wasn't as hell her Siar. A ditzy, BI-sexual, weak, vampire did it to her. Frizzy, her name was. She was blonde, and stupid, even as an immortal. Damn the vampire who made that priss an eternal one. He was probably drunk. I had met Katie in a college, and she was being messed with from a bunch of horny, drunk men. I liked her immediately, and knew I couldn't let someone innocent be hurt. They bonded slowly, and by a mistake Katie had found out what I was but it had already been to late anyway, Frizzy had already gotten to her. I killed Frizzy after that. I never liked her; she slept with all the lovers I had ever had, until they became useless to her. I took Katie in after that, and since than, I have taught her everything I know. I was merely a mother to the early immortal, and was very protective. "I was hungry..." She pouted. I than realized that who the male was, taking the first real glance at him all night. I groaned in despair. It was their landlord's sixteen-year-old son. "S-sonny? You brought Sonny here?! You killed Sonny?!" I shouted loud enough to scare her, but not loud enough for the neighbors to hear. A slow, satisfied smile appeared on her lips. "He came to me...he's been looking at me for weeks...I just thought I would give him a piece of the action...and well, I guess I got a little carried away." She finished with a giggle. I watched her begin to laugh hysterically, and felt my own mouth beginning to twitch a little. If you thought about it...from a vampire's perspective, you would understand, why I myself, began to laugh with her, falling to the ground in hysterics. The God's, and Goddesses looked down at me with a smile on their faces, they were pleased. So was I...

One problem most vampires had to deal with, the sun. Not me, it never really bothered me. I was never very sensitive to the light. Katie was though, so she slept most of the day. I hardly ever slept; there wasn't any reason. After living for two thousand centuries you can deal without a lot. We lived in America, which was still quite new to me. I remember the day America was founded, and I watched it grow from afar. I mostly stayed in Europe, and India, and have only been here the past thirteen years. We recently moved to a town called, "Sunshine," in Florida. It was really hot here, but a nice place, and a good way to keep Katie inside. She was known to get into trouble when I was away. Like last night for instance. I began to feel bad about Sonny. He was a good kid. I talked to him a bit, he liked me, I could tell. I took a small liking to him, so never thought about hurting him. I knew it was bad to take mortals lives who didn't deserve it, but hey, we have to eat, don't we? As I walked through the grassy, green park, I felt a familiar sense of security that I used to have, before I became a vampire. I vaguely remembered my life before the transformation. But I do remember the day I was transformed. It was a day of terror, pleasure, and sadness all in one. Sometimes when I was asleep, I would see my mother. A direct descendent of the Aztec people, and a loved one by many. I have never thought, or knew of my father, so I always had a part of me that was missing inside. Emptiness ripped at me, puncturing the structure that held my soul. But deep inside, I always knew him to be a great man. I have no love for my mother; I haven't had love for her for a very long time. You see, my mother died on the very day, I became a vampire. She was the reason for my transformation. That day, was my day of reckoning. For fifteen years of my human life, I was fooled. By a deep love from my mother. She taught me all I needed to know though, which was one mistake she shouldn't have made. My mother, I believe her name was "Sulia", always talked about destiny. How it was a great, and wonderful thing, and whatever ours was, we must accept. I followed that rule for a long while, until that very one day. I was in our small courtyard, doing my regular, mortal, everyday duties. When she sent a messenger to come, and retrieve me. I was sent to a great "Priest Temple", that only the greatest were allowed in. I had no idea what my business was there. That I remember as I approached the temple, a cruel, cold gust of wind blew at me hard. It frightened me. Now that I think back at that, I realize how easily mortals can be frightened. Confusion struck me as I entered the temple, there were dozens of men, and women in black robes, hoods covering all of their faces. They all bowed as I walked through, mummering loudly at the same time. "No fear...this is yours..." I was quickly pushed through, and found myself being thrown into a tiny room roughly. "Ow." I squealed out, very faintly. I had been thrown to the floor, and felt a small rush of pain go through me. "Sulia, this is your mortal...? A weak, young girl?" I heard a voice say. Looking up, I saw several priests, and odd dressed looking women in the room, including my mother. "Yes, she has quite spirit. Her name is Melony, and she is everything they would want her to be. After all, she may be mortal, but she has some of my blood in her, so that makes her special." My mother told the old woman, who had questioned her. "Don't be so quick to say Sulia. You aren't being modest, as you usually are." My mother huffed. "Mother...what is going on?" I finally mananged to get out. Everyone who was standing looked down at me right than, the weak young mortal I appeared to be. Sulia chuckled, slightly covering her mouth. "Oh honey, this is your day, your very own day. Your destiny." "I-I don't understand." I stuttered out, getting to my feet. I than realized the people in the robes were "Safa's". A very old, Aztec civilization cult that I assumed was already dead. At least that was what my mother had told me. I found out later, she was a woman of many lies. "M-mother...you have lied to me, you said that the"Safa's" did not exist any longer, but here I see them right in front of me." I pointed out. She just looked at me with a smile on her pretty face. "It is almost midnight, the master will be rising soon. We must get her ready." One of the "Safa's" hissed out. Sulia nodded, just as two strong, arms grabbed me. I gasped, in confusion, and pain. "Hey! What are you doing to me? Let me go!" I gave my mother a pleading look. "Mother, what are you going to do to me?" As I was led to a darkened hallway, my mother hissed loudly. "Sacrifice..." My eyes widened. I just couldn't get it through my human skull that my mother would betray me.

I remember being stripped of my clothing, and I cowered in the corner of nearly blackened walls. It was so cold, and they were so bitter. They bitched at me, hurrying me to put silk, white robes on. I was to afraid to disobey, and more afraid of what was to come. Hot tears piddled down my cheeks, burning into my skin. I shut my eyes, trying to shut out their laughing, and whispering. I than remembered building up all my courage, mostly blocked by fear, I just let the robes drop from my body, and scattered away from them, running to a small opening. I could hear them screaming now. I didn't know where I was going. I just ran, feelings hard rocks, and soft soil on my feet. "Hurry, get her! She is getting away!" There were pounding footsteps behind me. About a dozen running after me. I couldn't let them catch me. Who knows what they would do to me. Suddenly, I found myself flying into a pool of water. I fell in with a splash. Warm water engulfed me, and I sunk far down, because even only being a human I could still tell that they had just arrived, and were either searching for me, or getting prepared to jump in after me. I was getting anxious a minute later, for I was never one to take holding my breath for long. Soon, I would panic and probably make my way to the surface. I than decided to quickly start swimming around, maybe I would find a way out. But it was to late. I already felt the arms pull me up, pulling me towards the surface. I flipped out, struggling to free myself. But they were strong arms, and it wasn't to long before I reached the surface. I was actually thankful for air. Looking up, I saw everyone, and more. My mother, and the elderly woman in the head of the pack. "Well..well...look who tried to run." The elder one cackled out. My mother just smirked.

I was dragged wet, and naked through dirt, until I was almost caked in mud. "Ick, Sulia, just look at the child, she is filthy, and looks like a disgrace. The master will certainly disapprove." "We cannot worry of that now Krista. She is pure as the nights sky, and has recieved all of God's grace. She is the key, and the most gorgeous in the land. I was blessed with this one Krista, my dear. Don't question me again about my daughter." My mother warned the elder. "B-but..The master-" But my mother once again silenced her. "No more questions." Even through all my screams, I could still hear them. At least she didn't regret having me.

They had forced the robes on me, and dumped freezing cold water all over me, cold as ice. I cried, and begged them to stop. "Have mercy on thee!!!" I cried, shivering. All was silent, except for my whimpers. I had stopped screaming, realizing that it was worthless. I was hauled back to the room I first appeared in. Now seeing the sacrifice table. I shook my head, looking at my mother. "No...no...please...." I whispered out to her. She looked at me, giving me a look of half victory, half pity. "NOO!!!! No!!!!" They placed me on the table, stretching my hands, and feet out. Dozens of arms engulfed me, I couldn't even see the ceiling before me. Suddenly I felt tremondous pain in both of my feet, and hands. My screams pierced through every darkened place in the whole temple. They had jabbed stakes into my hands, and feet to pin me there. I swear, as a human I had never experienced so much pain. It felt like nothing that could ever be felt before. Now even as a vampire, I have experienced much worse, but as a human, to take THAT much, is just as horrible as death. I have no idea when the screams stopped, or the cries of pain. But I do remember when IT came.

There had been a darkened pool of water, that lay below my feet, and I could see the "master" emerge from it. It screamed, a scream of a newborn baby, desperate to break free. A sticky, placement that had covered the water was being ripped down apart from the horrible figure I saw. The water than shown light, and I gasped seeing a grotesque, ugly monster try to force itself out of the water. With pointy ears, scaly, ugly brown skin, long, bony legs, and a body full of mush, which let the bones lay visible. The "Safa's" were oohing, and ahhing in admiration, and cooing like parents. My mother had a look of love in her eyes, the look she used to give me. I didn't scream, I couldn't. I already knew what was to happen.

Than, the most oddest thing had happened. I had a saviour. As all of the "Safa's" admired the monster, urging it. They ignored the sacrifice. An imposter had snuck in as a "Safa". "Come with me. I'm here to save you." A gentle voice eased me. I winced, but did not scream as he removed the stakes. Suddenly, another so-called "Safa" popped up. The person took me in his arms, and scampered away with me silently. I than saw the gentle voice person, running towards the monster with a stake above his head, screaming. I than knew what had happened.

A big sigh of relief rushed over me as light overcame me. The moonlight shown brightly. The person continued running until he reached a patch of woods. A few minutes later, he had gently laid me down. "W-who...are you?" I wondered, in terrible pain. The person took off their hood, and a indian male was before me. "My name is Christian. I am here to help you." He replied. Not knowing what else to do, I just fell into his arms, letting my tears flow endlessly.