Past Memories
Six years old--
"Ashlynn, sweetie?" my mom's voice rings through the commodious home with the love of a mother.
"Mommy? Mommy please help me." I hear my young voice whimper through my fangs and tears. I sit there by the motionless housekeeper, her light column of a throat bleeding of bites upon bites, the dark liquid staining her clothes and the beige carpet as it made its way down from her destroyed neck.
"What did you do? What did you do to her? What did you do to my daughter?" I look up through my wet dripping eyelashes at her, her eyes wide, her mouth gaping at the gory sight of it all.
"Mommy, I'm right here. Mommy I didn't mean to, I-I didn't. I didn't mean to hurt her, Mommy." I say frantically, my panicking voice stuttering through my cries. I feel the attraction to the blood as I see the smallest of all papercuts on my moms finger. The feeling of my fangs sliding back out making my tears start all over.
"N-no, your eyes, you aren't my daughter. You aren't my Ashly." My mom says tears coming into her similar dark eyes.
"Mommy, it's me, please help me. " I say standing up, my lips dripping the blood of the maid as I speak the trembling words through my sharp teeth.
"Don't come near me. Don't" She cries out, her voice a hoarse scream as she backs up knocking into the desk behind her.
" Its me, please help me, I-I cant, I don't know what to do mommy. Help me. I don't understand." I say through my sobbing. I ball up my hands and try to rub away my tears. Before I can open my eyes, I feel a slight pain in my stomach, opening my eyes I look down confused at the penknife in my gut. It only felt like a small knick. Barely even that. I look back up at my mom's shocked face with my own surprised one. My mouth lying limply open for a moment as I take in what she attempted at doing.
"W-why, I didn't mean to hurt her. Don't punish me, mommy." I say my voice sad and quiet as I feel the change in my eyes.
"You aren't her, no, no its not her." She says crying as she pulls out a wooden stake from the drawer behind her in a slow cautious way that caught my attention immediately, sending a shiver of panicking fear in the pit of my stomach.
"Mommy no!" I scream out only seconds before she plunged it into my gut giving me a look of pure sadness as my mom's tears drip off her ivory colored cheeks. As I slid to the carpeted floor, my small frame in the corner shaking in pain, I watched my own mother run out in fear of her beloved daughter as the black of unconsciousness invades my vision taking me over.
9 years later--
"You can't change this, Anna." I reply, my voice raising at yet another one of my parental figure's attempts at fixing me.
"It's not that I can't change it that's bothering me anymore, it's the fact that I can't handle you. You are too much to deal with. No poor soul should ever have to take you under their wing. You don't deserve it, Ashlynn. You don't deserve any of it. You push everyone away at whatever cost. You have killed so many. I have had to cover up for you so many times. And the worst of it all is that you don't care. I did this for your father, Ash. That's all, and I can't do it anymore."
I feel the change in my eyes, knowing that my eyes have changed to the color of a frozen winter. I knew my transition was nearly over, only a few years left. I was in front of her in seconds, the speed of my approach still registering a small bit of shock in her eyes, I pull her hair until her neck is bare to me, her screams tensing her veins. The feel of my fangs shifting I let the hunger over take me and sink them into her skin as she struggles under my blood lusting crimson dripping bite. Her body slowly loses its movement, her screams dying along with her beating heart.
I drop her motionless body on the cold hardwood floor, the dropsof blood like tears, only few that dripped leaving a dark stained streak through her now ash colored neck from the two punctured holes. After glancing at her body and licking my now crimson colored lips I walk over to the mirror on the wall. Looking into the reflection I fix my hair and wipe away the excess blood from my face. The white, cold eyes that stare back at me bring a lightly glossed and fanged smile to my now rejuvenated face, radiating an energy of the fresh human blood within me.
Strutting towards the door my black converse step over the dead woman. With one last look at my third 'home' I walk out, slamming the door behind me as if I was shutting the cover of a book in a way to give a sense of finality.