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The cold chilly autumn wind blew through my gold locks. I was wearing a soft lavender cashmere sweater that wasn't practical for this kind of weather. The sun was hidden, it was only hours away till morning. I always came to the woods in the morning, when I always had nightmares, to read J.K Rowling or Charles Dickens. My favorite authors since diaper days. I always thought of the path to the woods like the Yellow Brick Road as the pavement was always yellow.
The sound I heard were the roots chomping as I stepped in them with my Alexander McQueen flats. Crows were chirping, Woodpeckers pecking, Canadian blossoms blooming. But, I heard a voice, sounding like a whisper. Many times, I had walked through the forest in the nightfall, without a doubt, no sounds. This was getting bloody freaky.
I looked up, down, side to side, and clenched my hard-covered books for protection to smack the predator in the head.
"Well, well, young lady, what is a pretty mere mortal doing in this vengeful forest" a male voice hissed at me. It was rather obvious, since he had a deep voice.
"Calm down, this is just a dream, a bashful dream. Pinch myself, maybe I am dreaming"
I started hyperventaling. I said it aloud, so "it" can hear me.
I started to walk fast and my superior knowledge told me that he was following me. I heard rattling behind the clasped leaves by the heavy rain & wind and pitter patter of his Converse shoes, or at the very least, is what I thought.
"What's the hurry, darling? The party's just beginning" the voice once hissed at me again.
"You, creeper! Screw you, you pungent monster!" Okay, I know I overreacted, but it was just too much. The whispering, the crunches, the noises. There were only two noises I knew: my heart beating, and my conscience telling me.
All of a sudden, something leapt behind me & pinned me against the hard tree. I dropped my two books, despiting the horror between my eyes. My arm was blistering with a scrape of blood. He looked hungrily at my arm, drooling and his spit spun around at my shoe.
"This will only hurt just a little bit, girlie" I had no words left in me. A sharp pain blew through my whole entire body, sending a shock. It felt like two sharp machetes were carving a piece of lint into my neck. It felt as though one sharp fang was eating my whole body & having no blood left over. That's how I felt. My skin turned cold and hard like granite, my heart ceases to beat and my eyes turned crimson red. I am now a newborn, a newly created vampire.
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Complicated Breathing (The Whispered Saga Series)Vampire
Blurb: Emmy was only trying to help her forget about her nightmares, every night. Before sunrise, she always took her two favorite books out of her dad's library, far in the deep woods. She hears him. He hears her. Every second, pauses, like an inst...