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Chapter 11: Turned Part 2

Chapter 11 Turned part 2

I awoke early on the morning of February 11, 1721, my last day in Egypt. I watched the sun rise then I took off into the city with Ramul. We wandered up and down the waking streets.

“Gabrielle!” My name was called from above me. I looked up to find Hasna hanging out of a window.

“Hasna, my friend. You know we are to leave today.”

“I know, tell your family to come by the church. So we can give you all a proper goodbye.”

“I’ll see you then.”  I waved and continued my walk.

Hasna was a beautiful girl, milk chocolate skin, golden brown eyes and ebony hair.

Ramul and I finished our walk when the streets were filled and busy. The house was alive as well when we returned. I founded everyone in the dinning room eating breakfast.

“Gabrielle, where have you been?” Father asked with more concern than was necessary. I wasn’t a child anymore and I knew my way around.  

“I went out to explore the city one last time before we leave.” I take my seat at the table. “Hasna said her family wants to say goodbye before our departure.”

“That’s nice of them. We’re going to have to stop by without Mr. Burvant.” Mother said in between bites.

“Why? Where is he?”

“He said he had some business to attend to in town.” Father said.

“What kind of business?”

“Business that was none of mine. He is a grown man and knows to be back in time.”  He said quickly as if he knew I was go to ask.

“Well I am grown too. So why was I questioned on my whereabouts this morning.”

“Because no matter how old you get, what becomes of your life, or how many children you have. You will always be my flower that I want to make sure gets enough water and the proper sunlight.” A smile touched his lips for his cleverness.

“I could get the proper sunlight here if we stay.” I said for I am my father’s daughter and can be just as clever.

“Father why don’t we leave her here. She wants to be one of the people so badly. After a few years of this sun she’ll blend right in.” He brother said.

“Kinsley, who are you to say anything! You love it here as much as I do.”

   “I do, but I miss my home more. Its where we belong.”

“You will miss you friends here. Aamir and Rashad.”

“Of course I will. But that’s not stopping me from wanting to go home!”

“You’re just a fool with no sense of adventure!” I shook me head at him.

“And you’re just a fool!”

I started to give another comeback, but my father started laughing at us. “My children life is an adventure and it comes with many troubles. Your mother and I won’t always be here. You’ll have to relay on one another to get through those troubles.”

“Well said. I don’t think I could have done any better myself.” Mother said. “The Massri’s will be saying their goodbyes to us and I want them to have a good memory of us so go wash up and put on your best clothes.”

I was torn on what to wear. Weather it be something like what I grow up wearing or something like what I have be wearing that past year. I went with the Egyptian attire. A light pink satin tunic with hand sewn in designs and a floor length white skirt. Everyone else went with their normal attire. We left in the carriage even though the church was within walking distance of the house I had called home for the passed year.

“After we say out goodbyes, we will be on our way home.” Father said. His words were for me more than anyone else.

“Everything will be different when we return. It will just be you, mother and Kinsley. I will marry and be off with Mr. Burvant.” I said sadly.

“Do you not wish to marry him?” Kinsley asked. “You could marry Oliver. You seemed to like him much more.”

Oliver was like a brother to Kinsley. He only had Adali and I as siblings. He was upset that I had chosen to marry Mr. Burvant over the caring, loyal, and  younger Oliver McKenzie.

“No. Its just all the changes.” I was content marrying a man ten years my senior. Mother and father differ thirteen years.  Mr. Burvant is hard working and thoughtful, he would make a good husband.

We arrived at the mud brick church with stained glass windows near sundown. Hasna and her mother waited outside for us.

“Gabrielle, I thought you all might have forgotten. We expected that you would have arrived earlier.”

“They wanted to finish packing first. We’re going for the ship back home tonight.”

We entered the newly redecorated church. Red silk embroidered with gold hung on the ceiling and draped the walls. A large dining table adorned with gold and crystal was placed on top of a honey brown hand-woven carpet. Brightly colored pillows of teals and jade were for us to sit on.

“It’s very lovely, but you didn’t have to put in so much effort over us.” Mother said politely.  

“Nonsense we wanted to give a proper parting. The Partridge family has become part of our family. Now come and sit we have made only the best for our new family members.” Hansa’s mother said warmly.

We all sat down together as family. Hansa’s grandfather made a toast. "In this world all you can relay on is family. In times of need they are the ones who come to give a helping hand. In times of good they are there to enjoy and celebrate. And such an occasoian is now, the Partridges and the Massris are family. ”

“Cheers!” Was said around the table then we drank.

I had had wine before but this had the strong effects of brandy or whiskey.  My vision blurred and my body grew numb. From what I could tell I wasn’t the only one affected in this way. As I began to slip away from reality Hansa’s older brother, Raheem started to whisper in my ear.

“I’m sorry for what you will become.”

A ritual took place I drifted in and out. They wore feathered mask, there was dancing and chanting that all seemed rehearsed.  Someone began to drum and I saw Raheem’s face behind one of the masks.

He cradled my head exposing my neck. My limp body could do nothing to protect itself. He then dipped his head down to meet my throat. There was an overpowering smell of cinnamon and myrrh.  I felt his lips part against my skin and he darted his tongue across. With one loud thunderous boom of the drum, his fangs pierced my flesh like warm butter. It burned as he drank from me, pulling the life out.

The closer I got to death the clearer things became. My family wasn’t the only ones to fall victim, there had to be at least nine others. As my breathing and beating heart began to stop Raheem pressed his wrist against my lips.

As he did this I tasted the rich distinct metallic taste of blood, his blood.

I resisted with what little strength I had left. But my fight was short lived. He begged me to drink because if not I would die. Seeing that I had no other choice I obeyed.

Within that moment I was reborn.

I was no longer human but unlike the others I was left with my humanity.