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you change me. I don’t like going into anything blind,” I said.
“I had a feeling you’d say something like that. I suppose I telling you some of the simple things and setting you straight on the legends won’t hurt. First, we do have reflections. That is a legend made up to give humans a false sense of protection. Second, garlic does not keep us away nor does holy water or crosses,” he said as he took a large bite of garlic bread and smiled for my benefit. “They’re all lies made up so humans could believe they had defenses against us. And, you already know about the sunlight thing. Also, we can’t turn into bats.” Tom gave a little chuckle.
“Can anything kill us?” I asked. I thought if I used the word ‘us’ he would think I’d accepted my fate and would trust me with this information, but he saw through the word as if it were made of glass. To my surprise, he didn’t draw attention to my failed attempt to manipulate him.
“That, dear Ava, will wait until after you are changed. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but it’s part of vampire law. Also, vampire law states no vampire may kill another vampire unless a major crime is committed.”
“What are the major crimes?”
“Killing a vampire without cause. Killing another vampire’s prospect or drinking the blood of another vampire’s prospect. Revealing the secrets of killing a vampire to any non-vampire. There are other things, but that’s for another day.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Nothing he said helped me. The desire to kill him didn’t exist, but I wanted to get away from all this, and to do that I needed to learn his weaknesses. He took my wrist in his hand. His eyes roamed over it for a while. My wrist began to feel like a prized jewel, but his eyes traveled up to mine and he said, “Why don’t you let me change you now?”
His fingers curled and showed off his well-groomed nails on my skin. “Don’t worry. I won’t change you before the three days are up unless you ask me. Why won’t you let me do it now? You sounded like you wanted it a few seconds ago.”
“I—I just want to wait. I’m still afraid. Afraid it will hurt. Afraid I won’t be myself after,” I tried to lie as convincingly as I could, but the words came out forced, like baby birds being pushed by their mother to fly.
“Ava, I will do everything I can to make sure you remain your lovely self. I was still the same man after my transition. My personality remains intact even after two hundred years.”
One thought ran across my mind like a stock market ticker: How did he become this? With these thoughts, I realized I needed to beat him psychologically rather than physically to get out of this mess.
My voice took over and I asked, “Would you tell me the story of how you came to be a vampire?”
“If you think it would put you more at ease, I would be happy to. I must warn you, it’s not the most interesting story. You may even fall asleep,” he said with a smile.
“I want to hear it,” I said. My lips trembled as I formed a smile.
“I was born in 1794. What I told you about my parents was true. We lived on the east coast, amongst the historic American roots. After my mother died, I was devastated. I was 20 years old. Then, at 21, my father died. In 1817, just after my 23rd birthday, I met a man named Henry Orris. He offered to take me in. At the time, I was homeless, jobless, and lonely. I accepted his offer. He had me do odd jobs for him, but his plans for me were more sinister. I was with him for almost a year. On my 24th birthday, he changed me. I didn’t even see it coming.
“His bite stung. It spread to the rest of my body, and I became weak. He brought me a beggar, a man I’d seen many times on the side of the street. He told me to bite him and feed to regain my strength. At first, I refused. He told me I needed to drink or I would die . . . so, I drank. The decision came down to me or the beggar and I had a feeling
“I had a feeling you’d say something like that. I suppose I telling you some of the simple things and setting you straight on the legends won’t hurt. First, we do have reflections. That is a legend made up to give humans a false sense of protection. Second, garlic does not keep us away nor does holy water or crosses,” he said as he took a large bite of garlic bread and smiled for my benefit. “They’re all lies made up so humans could believe they had defenses against us. And, you already know about the sunlight thing. Also, we can’t turn into bats.” Tom gave a little chuckle.
“Can anything kill us?” I asked. I thought if I used the word ‘us’ he would think I’d accepted my fate and would trust me with this information, but he saw through the word as if it were made of glass. To my surprise, he didn’t draw attention to my failed attempt to manipulate him.
“That, dear Ava, will wait until after you are changed. It’s not that I don’t trust you, but it’s part of vampire law. Also, vampire law states no vampire may kill another vampire unless a major crime is committed.”
“What are the major crimes?”
“Killing a vampire without cause. Killing another vampire’s prospect or drinking the blood of another vampire’s prospect. Revealing the secrets of killing a vampire to any non-vampire. There are other things, but that’s for another day.”
We sat in silence for a few minutes. Nothing he said helped me. The desire to kill him didn’t exist, but I wanted to get away from all this, and to do that I needed to learn his weaknesses. He took my wrist in his hand. His eyes roamed over it for a while. My wrist began to feel like a prized jewel, but his eyes traveled up to mine and he said, “Why don’t you let me change you now?”
His fingers curled and showed off his well-groomed nails on my skin. “Don’t worry. I won’t change you before the three days are up unless you ask me. Why won’t you let me do it now? You sounded like you wanted it a few seconds ago.”
“I—I just want to wait. I’m still afraid. Afraid it will hurt. Afraid I won’t be myself after,” I tried to lie as convincingly as I could, but the words came out forced, like baby birds being pushed by their mother to fly.
“Ava, I will do everything I can to make sure you remain your lovely self. I was still the same man after my transition. My personality remains intact even after two hundred years.”
One thought ran across my mind like a stock market ticker: How did he become this? With these thoughts, I realized I needed to beat him psychologically rather than physically to get out of this mess.
My voice took over and I asked, “Would you tell me the story of how you came to be a vampire?”
“If you think it would put you more at ease, I would be happy to. I must warn you, it’s not the most interesting story. You may even fall asleep,” he said with a smile.
“I want to hear it,” I said. My lips trembled as I formed a smile.
“I was born in 1794. What I told you about my parents was true. We lived on the east coast, amongst the historic American roots. After my mother died, I was devastated. I was 20 years old. Then, at 21, my father died. In 1817, just after my 23rd birthday, I met a man named Henry Orris. He offered to take me in. At the time, I was homeless, jobless, and lonely. I accepted his offer. He had me do odd jobs for him, but his plans for me were more sinister. I was with him for almost a year. On my 24th birthday, he changed me. I didn’t even see it coming.
“His bite stung. It spread to the rest of my body, and I became weak. He brought me a beggar, a man I’d seen many times on the side of the street. He told me to bite him and feed to regain my strength. At first, I refused. He told me I needed to drink or I would die . . . so, I drank. The decision came down to me or the beggar and I had a feeling
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