THE SAINT
717 Words
“Close your eyes, Symla.” Old Hermosora whispered and she obliged. She inhaled and lie comfortably. She closed her eyes afterward and waited. She stiffened when Old Hermosora cold and rough hand placed on her forehead. Symla tried to calm.
“Try to feel your body so I can feel it too. My hand will automatically feel what you feel.” Old Hermosora whispered. Her voice turned cold and drifting. Like the old woman was too far away.
Symla swallowed hard and focused. She felt her body. She took a deep breath until everything went blank. She suddenly stopped breathing. The time and air stopped moving. Everything became quiet until she suddenly heard a loud heartbeat.
She was so shocked and scared. She immediately removed the old woman’s hand on her forehead. She suddenly realized where the heartbeat came from: it came from her own heart. She was a vampire and her heart stopped beating the moment she was transformed. She couldn’t believe that after so many years, her heart started beating again.
Symla looked at Old Hermosora. The old woman was sitting quietly. She was looking at her intently until she held her wrist. She was too shocked, she couldn’t even react when she started touching her navel.
Her heart beats again. Symla was surprised and overwhelmed. The old woman felt the same. Both of them were gasping for air. Hundred years had passed, she felt again she still has a heart. Both of them were just staring at each other shockingly. The old woman was in awe until she started asking questions.
“Do you drink plenty of blood?” she asked.
Symla thought everything and she shook her head. She didn’t have an appetite. She could only drink a half glass of blood. Though she was craving for human blood. The blood of animals is not appealing to her.
Old Hermosora sighed. “You feel tired, aren’t you?”
Symla nodded. She knew that her strength wasn’t normal compared to humans, she could still stay that she was weak compared to vampires.
The old woman stared at Symla intently again until she finally called her parents. The old woman and her parents talked privately. Symla sighed. She was worried about what the old woman discovered. She didn’t dare to say it to her. She talked directly to her parents, giving her the impression that it was a serious case.
She swallowed when everyone stared at her at once. After a few minutes, they all walked towards her. Mayilda sat beside Symla at looked at her keenly. “Let me smell you,” she whispered.
Symla closed her eyes and let her sniffed her scent. Again, her pulses reacted. Mayilda was shocked, she pushed her instantly. She felt cold all over. Seeing her mother’s shocked face frightened her.
“I am right.” Old Hermosora whispered and walked towards her father who was watching Symla keenly. “Don’t be scared, Symla. You have a beautiful power. You are our answered prayers…”
Symla stood and held the old woman’s hand. She was so worried. She felt she was transforming into a human. Are they going to drink all her blood? “Tell me. W-what did you discover?”
Old Hermosora smiled and gently touch her hair. She smiled at her parents before she answers. “We need to protect you. You are the only vampire who can continue our kin. We cannot transform other humans into a vampire because we cannot hunt human, right? It’s too dangerous for us to hunt down. Wolves are out there. We are outnumbered.”
“Right. But what did you find then?” she insisted.
“You can bear a vampire child, Symla. I felt it in your veins. You have the capacity and we needed to protect you. Wolves must not found out about this. You are slowly changing. You smelled differently. It took a while before your body changes. You may be noticing it because you kept on thinking of other abilities. You have all the signs, Symla. You are the Black Saint. You are the salvation we are waiting for…”
Symla jaws dropped. The old woman says so many things but she was too shocked she couldn’t even react. There’s only one thing her mind kept playing over and over: she was a vampire who can give birth.
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