The New Immortal (988 Words)

The needle effortlessly slides into my arm and into my vein. Instantly I drop the syringe. It feels as if hydrochloric acid is traveling throughout my body and incinerating everything it comes in contact with. The veins in my neck expose themselves and I groan at the poison in my skin. My stomach clenches and vomit spews from my mouth in random bursts decorating my desk. My body is urgently trying to rid itself of this internal demon. Then there was nothing. I awoke on the floor of my room. There is no melodic thumping sound pulsing in my ears. My computer is still on and I notice that one hour has gone by since the injection. The headline of the website reads “Ingredients for Vampirism”. Holy S***, it actually worked. My parents were still soundly asleep in the next room. They hadn’t heard a thing over my dad’s snoring. I grab a sweatshirt from my closet and creep downstairs. I’m light on my feet even with my heavy skateboard shoes. I slip out the door without a sound and vanish into the neighbor’s yard. I can see everything in perfect detail. My neighbor’s car turns onto my street, so I make a move for the bushes on my right. As I push off towards the side of the road I realize I have made a serious mistake judging my strength. My right foot slides under me and I eat pavement. Blood gushes out from my punctured tongue, but I manage to leap into the bushes before the car reaches me. A large gash above my left eye is leaking blood into my vision. Surprisingly, my tongue doesn’t hurt and I am unable to feel any cuts on it. I reach up and feel the area of my forehead that broke my fall on the pavement and there is no wound. Once I wipe the blood away there is nothing to bother me. The power of regeneration is the only way to explain the rapid healing. I continue down the street at a brisk pace pondering ideas of places to go. Dunkin Donuts is my choice. Some hot chocolate would really hit the spot on this cold night, but I am not cold, just thirsty. I decide to see how fast I can run with these new powers and all. Imagine the fastest you have ever run, and multiply it by 5. Dunkin Donuts is empty except for two employees, a girl and a boy. A glowing red aura surrounded each of them. It seemed to have a life of its own and followed every movement they made. I order a large hot chocolate and set it down on the table. The kid I bought it from had given me some weird looks so I went into the bathroom to see what I looked like. I stare into the mirror and see a pair of red eyes. My face is pale and clammy. No wonder the kid was giving me weird looks. I look like a demon of some sort. I took a piss and grabbed my hot chocolate on the way out. Without thinking I began chugging the hot beverage. As soon as the liquid reached my stomach I hurled. It tasted absolutely putrid. How could I be so stupid? Vampires obviously could not eat or drink anything except blood. I am getting very hungry. People’s auras are beginning to leak out of their cars as they pass. Anger and rage flood my brain and start to take hold of me. I am losing control. I am almost at my street when a car pulls up beside me. A bunch of college kids are inside and the driver rolls down the window. All I can think about is blood. All I want is their blood. He points at me and beckons me over. Rap music is blasting from the subwoofers in the back. I hate rap and it grows louder as I approach. The stench of alcohol becomes more potent as I get closer. I squeeze my fists and bite my lip to hide my anger. Once I get outside his window he spits in my face. I snap. I grab the driver’s side mirror and rip it off in one smooth motion. I whip the thing as hard as I can into the kids face. I don’t know if it was the glass on the mirror braking or his jaw. They started screaming in the back. There were two girls and one guy in the backseat. The other guy was in the passenger seat motionless. I open the driver side door and rip it clean off the hinges. I push the knocked out driver to the side just enough to slide in. The screaming and yelling of obscenities was getting me more excited and worked up. I was not myself. I pull onto a side street and put the car in park. I ravenously leech all of the blood out of the driver’s neck. The more I fed, the more his aura dissipated. The others run away screaming, but I don’t care. I step out of the car and head towards the woods. The anger and rage that had previously taken control of my mind was gone. I looked back at the car and recalled the carnage I had created. I know I should feel guilty and terrible about what I did, but I don’t. I like the power, the rage, and the speed. I am invincible to any common forms of death. The freedom of knowing no one can stop me out weighs the consequences. I knew exactly what was on the line when I injected myself. I was prepared to lose all aspects of my old human life. The cops are probably on their way by now, but I will be long gone before they get here. So begins the life of a vampire.