Vampire Story - Part 3 - Transformation

You are in the hospital.  You caught the virus that’s been going around.

At first you didn’t worry, but your fever spiked and you had a hard time breathing.

You collapsed while you were in the emergency room, and they admitted you.

You don’t know how long you have been here. You keep going in and out of consciousness.  The voice of the vampire is in your head at times.

Sometimes, he seems like he’s in the room with you.

You think "Did you cause this? Am I sick because of you feeding on me?" 

The answer in your head is clear and direct. “No.  I love you and will do what I can to protect you. You got sick.  There is a sickness in the news.  You caught it. It is as simple as that.” 

His thoughts in your mind are like a warm loving voice. You drift back to sleep, feeling the pressure cuff inflate, and hearing the beep of the machine monitoring your vitals.

You can’t tell if you are awake or dreaming.

Standing naked in front of a mirror, you look at yourself. "How many months has he been feeding on me?" You see the small scars on your breasts.

Using your fingers, you trace the veins across your breasts, feeling them. You look at the oldest mark. Slowly caressing it, you shudder as you remember him feeding and pleasuring you outside of the dance club.  

Your nipples harden as you remember him pleasuring you.

He has pleasured you every time he fed.
It happened roughly once a month, sometimes in your bedroom, sometimes in darkened areas where he takes you, just out of earshot of people in public.

The telepathic communications between you seem to ebb and flow.  Sometimes you can feel him in your mind, and sometimes you are in his.

He mentioned making you as he is. The thought of it fills you with both fear and desire.

"Can I live without sunlight?" you asked him early on.

“We live as you do, in light and dark. In light we live, but we don’t have the same power that we have in darkness.”

"Sunlight doesn’t kill you?" but as you ask it, your mind is filled with images of him walking in daylight, watching people from a café. The people you see through his eyes are wearing clothing that as if they are from an earlier era. "When was this?" you ask.

“I don’t remember for sure. Just a day that came to mind as I sat and enjoyed the sunlight at a café.” He answers.

Another time you asked, "Am I all that sustains you?"

The warm chuckling that fills your head reminds you of laughter from a comedy club.

“If you were all I consumed, you would have died after our first encounter. We consume other foods too. Meats primarily, and mostly raw, but drawing blood from humans adds to our lives.”

As you look at your reflection, slowly caressing yourself as he caressed you, remembering the question you really wanted answered…."Why me? What makes me special?"  

“Not everyone can become like us.  There is something in some people, that when you are at the edge of death, if you drink the blood from one of us, you will change. I want you to join us, but I want you to be ready first.”

The whole conversation was done silently.  But you know you and he communicate with your minds as clearly as if you were speaking aloud.

That last conversation was almost a month ago. 

You have longed for him to show up again.

You looked for him during the day, and left your window open at night.

"I still have so many questions! I want you so badly." You think.

“I will answer them all in time.” He responds.

You try to inhale, but it seems difficult. You realize that you are in a hospital bed. There are tubes connected to you.  You try to move but you feel so tired and stiff.  You think, "What is going on? Am I dying?"  

“You are sick my love.  Your body is fighting the sickness, but it is losing. When the time comes, do you want to become one of us?” you hear him ask in your mind.

"Yes! I want to live.  I will do anything to live." You say in your mind.

You feel sleepy and drift off.

After a while, you open your eyes as the nurse checks on you.  She makes a note on her electronic tablet.  “Not change, not responding to the medicine.” She says to herself.

"No.  I am awake. I am alive." You try to speak, but you can’t move.

You hear a couple of doctors talking, “The treatment isn’t working. Here lung and heart functions are minimal. Does she have any emergency contacts? We should prepare them for the worst.” 

"This can’t be real!" you scream in your head.

But you can’t move. You try to breathe but you feel the machine breathing for you.

His warm and comforting voice fills your head. “I will be there soon.  I will save you. Rest for now.”

And with that you drift off again.

You feel strong, cold arms around you.  You gag and cough as the tube in your throat is pulled out. “Be calm my love.  You are almost ready. When I tell you, I need you to suck and drink from me.”  His voice is low and almost a whisper. But the same words fill you mind loud and clear. You open your eyes, but the room is dark.  He is quickly removing the sensors and tubes from you. 

“We only have a short time. Drink my blood.” You feel him press his wrist to your mouth.

There is a cool, thick liquid that fills your mouth.  Your throat and mouth feel raw from the respirator, but as you suck it down, it cools and heals.

You feel a warm tingling in your body.

There is almost an electric jolt to your nerves.

“We need to go. You can drink more in just a bit, but we need to leave the hospital now.” He says clearly in your mind as your hand grabs his wrist and you suck harder.

He pulls his arm from your mouth, as his other arm is behind you.

You are still wearing only a hospital gown as he carries you to the window, which is open. He lifts you though it and you step onto a small ledge.  He follows and closes the window. 

The night is clear and bright. The stars are shining more brightly than you ever remember.

He takes you in his arms and then he leaps.  You grab him tightly as he lands on the ground and carries you to some nearby trees. 

“You need to drink more to complete your transformation.” He says as he opens his shirt. 

Taking a small knife from his pocket, he cuts along his chest just above the nipple.

You see the dark liquid slowly come. He holds your head and presses your mouth to the open wound. You drink in more of him.  The blood still feels cool in your mouth, but now you can taste a bit of salt. You smell that scent of tobacco, old wine, and incense that you always smell on him. You feel his nipple harden as you suck him. 

Your senses feel more aware as you inhale deeply.

Your lungs expand as they hadn’t in a while.

Your body is tingling.

“My love, I think you are almost ready.” You hear him say.

You stop sucking and kiss his mouth. He kisses you back deeply.

Then you feel it. You pull back from him as a wave of nausea hits you hard. 

“Let it out. It is the last of your old life exiting your body.”

You bend over and you empty yourself from everywhere at once.

You felt sexy and hungry when you were feeding on him, but now you feel like a teenager after your first night of hard drinking.

He helps you up to your feet.

“That is why I left you in a hospital gown.  We’ll go to my place.  You can clean up and start your new life.” He leads you over to a sports car and you get in.

You feel a bit embarrassed by him seeing you like that, but he comforts you.

“It has to happen to everyone who transforms.  I wish it didn’t. Just like I wish I didn’t have to let you get to the verge of death to heal you. But that is how it works; you die and you are reborn.”

He places his hand on your bare thigh as he drives. His hand no longer feels cool to your skin.  Or maybe it’s that your skin is now as cool as his.

“After you clean up, and get dressed.  I will get you something to eat and you will begin your new life as one of us.”

"What have I done?" you think.  His voice answers clearly in your mind. “You will see.”