I woke up to the wailing of birds in the distance and the acrid smell of compost nearby. I couldn't see; it appeared that the night sky blended in with the darkness behind my eyelids when closed. I felt my body plastered against a marble slab that was the same length as my being, and sweat was misted against my skin. Strangely, the only way I could tell this was by leaning my head down to take a peek, realizing my skin was so white that it would be hard to tell if I had any blood at all in my body. My flesh felt numb, and shivering once brought my senses into a lighter view, but only enough to hear the whispering somewhere in the background:
"...there's no other option now. But that's besides the point that I am extremely disappointed that you didn't tell me you were going to make the act." There was a dangerous calm to the voice, and it sounded distinctly male. I didn't think that it was the same guy at the coffee shop.
"In front of a mob of humans, no less!" Came a threatening hiss, and this also was a more hostile voice. Still, there was no trace of the man that I heard haunt my dreams hours before.
"And to wait for so long to attack." The disappointment said before shone harshly now. "That was disgraceful. I think a werewolf would be able to be more haste against a weakling of such attitude."
"What would you have done in my situation?" That was the man I was looking for. His voice seemed just as bleak as I remembered mine when I was opposed to him from the table.
"I would have put some enzymes in the coffee that you gave the child. Make him numb from the start. Then freeze time with that convenient skill you have and complete the process there. Then tell people that he fainted and that you would take him to the nearest hospital." The Hisser-man said.
"But I wasn't the one to give him the coffee! He had it before I came in!" The man shot, the anger blossoming his vocals to life.
"Then you should have commanded that waitress to come to you while you placed your enzymes in one of the vials we gave you for the blood. You could have made her put the enzymes in his coffee before you even came in. That would have prevented what we have now." The Leader-man said, his voice a tad bit cold.
"We shouldn't be focusing on the past now. Having the child here already is a dilemma." The man said.
"And it's a dilemma you are going to have to fix. Do it quickly before sunrise."
There was nothing after that besides the crickets chirping and the night becoming a darker shade of black. A malevolent moon gleamed next to miniscule stars above, and they blurred in my sight. A felt a steady rhythym of pain stretching along my forehead, and I winced, watching my paralyzed hand reach to rub my skin in reaction. Before I knew it, the man was standing before me.
"Hmm." I watched as he fingered the side of my neck, checking my pulse. He was frowning. "Your pulse is a little fast. It appears your transformation is taking longer than I expected. No matter," he withdrew his hand and smiled, "within a matter of seconds the pain will come back."
As if his words were coming from a true psychic, a burning fire released from the depths of my heart, spearing my lungs into death. I remembered when I was little and I fell into the creek. I didn't know how to swim then, and the water swam up my nose and into the crooks of my breathing channels, killing my oxygen levels. The same feeling pulsed through my body now, only that the fire still seared around my fingers. I thought I was seeing 'the light' before my eyes, but then only realizing that it was that man's teeth again, shinning like they were the first sun to appear in the morning sky. I watched, immobilized, as he leaned down and bit into my arm. I tried screaming for him to stop, but then coiled my throat to cease the yells when I felt the fire disperse, the drowning sensation leave in defeat. I felt limp and shriveled up.
"It's like watching a mother kitten take care of it's young." He said, letting my arm drop. A sting of pain escaped up my lower arm muscles when it hit the rock, but nothing more. "After a few days this will all be over, then that's when the real drama begins."
I let my eyes close, hoping and praying this was a dream. I didn't want this.
But I guess this is the price for not agreeing with a vampire.