The Awakening – Preface (cont.?)

For more on this story, please take a look at the other links under the “The Awakening” category (preface, description, inspiration – the original draft).

 

A young woman, appearing to be in her mid to late 20s with light brown, straight hair, hazel eyes and lean body is standing on a ledge, her heart racing at finding herself in such a situation. She’s just outside a very large office window. Co-workers inside trying to coax her back in, the concern in their voices nearly bringing herself to tears. The on-lookers below, though small in number also have an air of concern and fear, “don’t do it, it’s not worth it, we still love you” they seem to collectively say, though the exact words never audible.

She jumps off the small ledge. She lands on her feet and a sharp pain enters the balls of her feet and runs up to the base of her spine. Instantly she is recoiled backwards and lands laying on her back on the sidewalk pavement. She looses consciousness.

Very quickly a young man of around the same age, sporting sleek, near-black hair – appearing bluish in shine, silver eyes and lightly tanned skin scoops her into his arms and runs off. He’s wearing a faded-black sweatshirt with a symbol like a jagged or roughly drawn ankh.

After some time she wakes to find herself in an unfamiliar bedroom of a foreign apartment.  The man notices her subtle movements as she regains consciousness and clarity.
Hey, sleeping beauty. How ya doin’, Christal?” He says and hands her a bowl of thick warm red liquid.
She feels stiff, Hungry and soar. She looks at him and lets out a bit of a groan.  She stares at the liquid.
What in the world are you feeding me, Sylas?”
Sylas laughs, “It’s blood. It’s mixed with a little tomato juice, ’cause there wasn’t much, but it should help you.
..and where exactly did you get this?”
Downstairs. There’s a butcher-shop below us, I applied there to work.  Apparnetly the owner is also the landlord. I told him I needed a job and a place to stay and he agreed. I also mentioned that I come from a very ethnic background, and in return for a slight cut in pay, we can have all of the blood he collects from the meat, every week.

 

The Awakening – Preface(?)

My name’s Christal.

I owe all I know to my grandmother who died when I was 16. No one really knows the truth about how or why she died. At that time the supposed experts had started coming out with their tests and experiments for volunteer vampires.  I’ve always wondered if she volunteered for the experiments in attempts to follow and help her dream, her community’s dream, of understanding and equality to come true. I’ve always wondered if that’s how she died.

My grandmother began teaching me about vampires as soon as I was old enough to read. She had saved every resource and every tidbit of information she’d ever had onto her computer and filed away in her safe.

I began my awakening at 13. I had always wondered if she knew of my latency, if she knew I was a vampire. I suspect she wanted me to be prepared, whether I awakened as a vampire or not, an awakening had begun during her time and I think she was afraid that vampires would not be accepted into society without some sort of fight.

If she only knew then, how bad it would become..

The Awakening – Description

The Awakening is an up-coming story of mine. Also intended as an up-coming post here. This is a rough draft of the description (obviously needs work and not “official” yet).

In a not-so-distant future the world has finally discovered the truth about vampires. A genetic mutation in people has been discovered and linked to those professing vampiric need. As a result,  mass hysteria and world-wide panic has set in.

Our story follows Christal, a young woman hoping to follow her grandmother’s dream of acceptance in a world where people like her have been forced back into the proverbial underground to escape acts of hate, prejudice and intolerance.

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and holds no relation to any real  person, place or group.