Little house on the Bayou.

Chapter 2 ~~ Welcome to the swamp

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I thumped my head down on the table, and groaned. You have to be kidding me?

" Beebee....does it have to be that vampire? There must be other vampires?" I moaned into the silky velvet table cloth.

" The fates chose that vampire my love, it has to be this one yes? " Aunt Pru answered as she busied herself collecting the smaller crystals from the vision to scry for the vampires whereabouts .

" That one , has a hellhound as a puppy dog aunty! He doesn't strike me as approachable, you know?" I locked onto her luminous gaze, and practically swallowed my bottom lip, as I sucked it in to chew nervously.

Aunt Pru went very still, like a cobra sizing up it's prey, and anticipating it's every possible move, before it strikes. She slid into the chair opposite, without breaking my gaze once. I watched her throat constrict as she swallowed, and finally she looked down and began tying the crystal in preparation. When she spoke her voice was loaded with sadness :

" Nothing is ever easy Savannah , we know this....but, also nothing is free in this life. You must pay a price for you're immortality, maybe earn as a reward from above yes" She reached out, and clasped her ringed hand over mine, all her teeth bared in what was meant to be a reassuring smile. So why did I feel like Alice in wonderland, gazing at that Cheshire cat?

What the hell was she talking about anyway, what did any of that mean? I cocked my head to study her, and noted the corners of her mouth turned up in a satisfied little smile, as she began to scry, swinging the sparkling crystal over an aging map.

The conversation was over apparently. She had given her answer, and I knew from experience that pressing her further would only get the same response.

A vampire? I was going to meet a real vampire? My long awaited cure, was to become a vampire....I didn't know how I feel about that?

" But I'm not sure I want to live off blood for the rest of eternity!" I yelled, throwing my hands in the air.

My aunt twitched, as I startled her with the yelling. I felt her emerald eye's fall on me, as I shuddered, feeling all the colour drain from my face. My overactive imagination ( which I am so grateful for at moments like these) filled my senses, and I thought about the viscous, metallic liquid filling my mouth, the copper, salt smell of it cloying in my nostrils. I gagged....the last potion I scarfed down filling my mouth, and puffing out my cheeks.

My aunt glared at me from across the table :

" Swallow it Chavi! it can't do you any good if you're going to bring it back up!" She barked; waving her finger in the air. I swallowed the potion/ass soup/vomit mix back down obediently.

If you recall, this is the point of the story I left you at when I was feeling sorry for myself earlier, and wondering how the hell I came to be in this position? Remember?

So here's how the rest of my day played out :

The crystal thumped down on the hard wood of the table. She had found him.

The next ten minutes were a blur to me, as she whirled around the room, making calls , and throwing things she thinks I will need to take with me into a large rucksack, My knuckles were white, as I scrunched the soft velvet table cloth in my fist.

" I'm leaving today aren't I ?" I squeaked.

" Yes Savannah, I am making arrangements for your accommodation until we can find you a apartment near the vampir. There is no time to lose. The spells, and potions have undoubtedly given you time, and slowed the progression of the disease. Prolonged you're mortality far more than any mortal would have, but time is of the essence. You still have to convince the vampir to turn you."