Sunday, 15 March 2009
01:58:50 AM (GMT)
“So, you think you have what it takes to be a vampire?”
“I am obliged to inform you that if you do not succeed, you will die. To become a
vampire it is years of subjecting yourself to so much pain that it turns into
pleasure, drinking increasing amounts of blood with meals, and training. It took me
15 years, but I am the First. You will have a teacher, so you should transfer
“Good, go sit over by that pit and I’ll see to you in a moment.”
A girl bowed and walked over to a hole in the floor that glowed with a yellow light
that promised horrible things for anyone who entered it. This was the only light in
an otherwise black room. The girl sat down, the light finally showing her. She had
long hair that was so black it almost seemed blue. She appeared to be well on the way
to being a vampire already, her skin pale from years spent inside. When she sat it
was in perfect sieza position with a rigid back, straight arms, and fists curled on
her knees. She didn’t move once she settled facing the pit.
The woman who had informed her about becoming a vampire sighed and ran a hand through
crimson hair. If the girl’s skin was pale, the woman’s was past white. She stood
quite relaxed, her eyes staring at the pit. She appeared to be blind, but her eyes
never missed a detail.
She contemplated this latest applicant. Okay, it was actually her first applicant,
but she wasn’t exactly advertising the fact that she could turn people into
vampires. This girl showed promise. She was disciplined, polite, determined, and had
a promising name; Acantha, or thorn. She sighed again and walked silently over to the
girl. Without Acantha noticing, she raised a foot and kicked her into the yellow pit.