Episode 1
1158 Words
The cool breeze passes over my skin, and it soothes my heated flesh. The sun is setting far on the horizon, causing a ray of colors to dance across the water. As the smell of salty water hits me and I can't help the smile that crosses my lips. Raising up on my elbows, I look around to notice that the beach was empty. Where did everyone go? How did I end up on the beach all alone? I don't even know how I got here. Lastly remembering being in my apartment. I got up and began to wonder about the beach.
"Hello!" I yelled.
No one ever answered or appeared. I was all alone, and no one could hear my screams. I would always be alone, with no one to love me for who I am.
Not that I even knew who that was! I would give anything to remember my life. Remember how everything has happened, to fill all the missing questions I still had!
"Please, somebody!"
I pleaded to the universe, begging for someone, anyone to come. Then I turned as the sound of footsteps on the hard floor rang out. No one was there, but how were the steps so loud? It was the beach, after all, not like you couldn't sneak up on someone. I continued to hear footsteps as if they were right behind me, but I saw no one when I looked. I plopped down onto the sand. If someone wanted to attack me, then go for it! I had no fight left in me anymore! The footsteps rang out repeatedly, but I never saw anyone.
My head bowed as the feeling of disappointment consumed me, curling my knees into my chest. This time I could have sworn someone was right in front of me, so I lifted my head and opened my eyes. I wasn't on the beach any longer, and I was lying on the hardwood floor. Right where I remembered being, and all those footsteps would have been coming from the hall. I wasn't sure how long it had been since I laid here. The sharp pain in my chest had seemed as though it was beginning to fade. Unsure if the pain was subsiding due to time or lack of feeling. I tried to lift my upper body up, but I couldn't muster the strength. My whole body felt extremely heavy. Making me think I have been lying here longer than I could imagine.
Heavy footsteps rang out in the hall, pulling me away from my own thoughts. I wanted to call out, but my voice was dry. I opened it, but nothing came out. I attempted to get up again with no success. It felt like an enormous weight was sitting atop my body. Causing me from being able to make any movements. A large pounding vibrated the front door. Sending those vibrations through the floor and to my body. Giving me a glimmer of hope that I did indeed still have feeling. Hope that I was still alive and not fading in and out of the voids of eternal death. I thought if I licked my lips that I could get something out. I couldn't manage even to lick my lips or moisten my mouth.
"Dammit, Lily! Open this f*****g door!"
I would know that voice anywhere, anger laced and all! Just unsure as to why Samuel would be at my door. He couldn't be here, and there was no reason for him to be interested anymore! They rejected me, and he wouldn't need to take me from them. As panic began to rise, I saw my door splinter before me as it flew through the air.
I wanted to flinch or move to try and dodge the wood shards. However, I couldn't make my body react in any way.
"f**k! Lily!"
Samuel was on me with the few strides that I heard and felt on the floor. He grabbed me by the shoulders and began to shake my lifeless form aggressively. I attempted to speak or fight back with no such luck. However, the only thing I could manage was cringing faces. Trying to manage the pain that was shooting throughout my entire body.
Samuel's hands felt like sandpaper against my sensitive skin.
"Well, say something!" Samuel shouted.
Finally, gaining some sense of strength, I was able to move a hand up to my lips. I tried to express to Samuel that I wouldn't be able to speak even if I wanted to. Right at that moment, Samuel decided to let me go abruptly. Causing my fragile body to plummet back to the floor. I was unable to see where he went, but I didn't care. I just wanted to be left alone! Samuel was trying to force a cup in my face. I squirmed against his attempts.
"Lily, you have to drink. You are too weak!"
I stopped fighting and looked up at Samuel in pure confusion. Why the hell would he care if I were weak? Hell, who would care if anything happened to me at this point. Then, I saw something as he looked at me, a look that scared me to see. Though the look terrified me, something was telling me to trust Samuel. If anything, just at this moment. Right then, I stopped fighting against him and allowed him to raise the glass to my lips. I started to swallow the liquid, but I was spitting it back out before I could stomach to swallow.
"What is that?" I harshly gasped out.
"Blood, what else?"
"What?"
I began to cough, fighting the urge of heaves at my core.
"Whether you like it or not, you are a vampire. You have gone too long without any type of substance," Samuel stopped. "Lily, you are weak, barely able to speak, and can't even move. You are too vulnerable in this state, and I can't allow that."
I looked up into Samuel's face again, still unable to recognize the look that he had. He was right! I didn't have to like it or agree with him, but I didn't have a choice.
Even after spitting up the blood, I felt my strength already returning. I could only imagine what it would feel like if I were to drink blood regularly. I finally gathered myself into a seated position, uneasy about how Samuel was fussing over me. He watched me as though he was waiting. Waiting for me to get myself settled, and when I finally did, he handed me the glass.
"Do I want to know what you did to this person to get their blood?"
I had to ask between drinks, slowly speaking each word as I got my voice back. Samuel smiled, and it had me hesitating to take another sip.
"It's my blood, Lily."
I gulped back my mouth full before placing the glass on the floor between us.
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