Post by madascheese on Mar 4, 2007 10:15:46 GMT
Here is chapter 3 of The Slow Turning, entitled 'Memories'. This is all I have got up to so far...chapter 4 is still in development! Hopefully it will be completed sometime soon, it's shaping up to be quite a long fic lol. Enjoy!
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After over a week of tumultuous sleep plagued by strange dreams of varying intensities, she finally decided to bite the bullet and make an appointment for her doctor to come and visit her. Whatever was causing these strange sensations, she was sure that it was nothing that could elude modern science. She had taken recently to keeping all of the curtains and blinds in the house shut, as the sunlight seemed to bother her increasingly as time went on. It was always the same, that horrid hot tingling sensation, but it had recently intensified so much that it almost felt her flesh was burning. She shuddered at the reminder of this, but reminded herself that there is little concerning physical human health that cannot be explained.
Dr Parker strode up the pathway to the front door and gingerly rang the bell, mopping his brow with a white handkerchief in the searing Summer heat. Dillan opened the door to let the suited doctor in, though she remained in the comforting shadows to avoid the piercing light of the Sun. She directed him into the sitting room, where she sat next to him on the couch.
“Coffee?” She asked politely.
“No thank you,” Dr Parker smiled. “Now, my secretary has told me of some of your symptoms, but I think it would be best – if you don't mind – for you to explain them to me in person.” he said kindly.
“Of course,” she replied. Where could she begin? She found a starting place and, as she was talking, became more and more aware of a gentle thudding sound, something that she began to tune in to and was almost distracted by. Dr Parker decided to take her temperature as a precautionary method and, after placing the thermometer under her tongue, began to write some notes.
Dillan was watching him intently, her eyes entranced by the twitching of his left hand as he wrote scribbled notes into his pad. She then watched the slight, almost undetectable movement of the bones in his arm and, her eyes moving upwards, resting on the side of his neck. She couldn't help but stare at the gently quivering spot where his pulse was located and then the realisation hit her - the thudding sound that she was so tuned into was sounding rhythmically in time with the doctors' pulse...
“Right,” said that doctor quickly, as she tore her eyes away and looked at the floor. She had the distinct feeling that Dr Parker knew she was staring at him – he seemed fairly uncomfortable. “Let's take a look at this then.” He removed the thermometer from her mouth, looked at it and frowned. “96 degrees? Do you feel particularly cold?” He looked very concerned.
“No, not really...” she replied faintly. As he went back to writing his notes in his spider-like black writing, her eyes wandered to his neck without her even thinking. She could smell a warm, comforting smell emanating from him that she had not noticed before. Suddenly, she felt a painful pang run through her body that made her double over with pain.
“Dillan!” exclaimed the doctor, placing his hand on her back with concern – though he was taken aback by just how cold she felt. Dillan was surrounded by sensation; the beating of his heart and his intoxicating smell seemed to draw out something in her, something that...wanted him. “Are you alright? What on Earth happened to...” his words trailed off as she looked at him and his eyes met her blood red eyes.
Suddenly she knew exactly what she needed to do – it was as if some kind of innate predatory force had taken over the whole of her being. She watched with interest as the doctor cried out in alarm and jumped back in his seat she bared her fangs at him. She couldn't think straight...he was backing away from her on the couch as she prowled closer to him, her eyes staring at him with pure unadulterated malice and gently running her tongue over her sharp teeth in anticipation.
“What the hell are you?” he cried in sheer terror; and then she knew what she had become.
“I am a vampire,” she said, smiling and relishing the final clarification as she bent down and sank her teeth into his neck. At the very moment she felt the glorious release of blood into her mouth and finally felt peace. It was an amazing feeling, like no other she had ever experienced, taking in the hot, sweet elixir in draughts as if she had been starved; she felt reinvigorated and powerful. As she drank her fill from the helpless doctor she remembered what had happened that night – it was coming back to her in pieces. She was in the library and then...that guy, the young guy – he bit her! This was all his fault. She felt her teeth clamp harder on the mortal's throat in anger. Then there was Drew, he was a vampire too. He tried to save her from this, but then he said goodbye – he left her, they all thought she was cured – Dr Murdoch included. Then there was the blonde girl...and then nothing. She lifted her head from the doctor's neck and that mysterious phrase from her first crazy dream seemed to make perfect sense.
“Whatever you heard or saw, you never heard, you never saw,” she muttered under her breath. She knew that her memory had been wiped so that she was unaware of this seedy underworld of the supernatural. She looked at the corpse lying beneath her and studied it awhile; his skin had turned an ashen grey and his cold blue eyes were glazed over and glassy...but not vacant. His expression was still one of fear; if the throat marks were not there you would be forgiven for thinking that the poor man died of fright. As she looked at the marks, all she could think about was the clarity of the searing hot blood running down her throat and finally realising what she had become. The only difficulty now was finding a way to dispose of the body; the Sun was shining brightly outside and she was beginning to feel full and tired.
“The cellar,” she mumbled, now displaying her regular human features. She picked up the corpse with unprecedented strength, taking her completely by surprise. Regaining her composure, she walked to the cellar door, opened it and threw him down the stairs and into the darkness, though hastily and with little care; and truly she didn't care – it had occurred to her that it was either him or her, self-preservation being one of the key aspects of her new-found predatory instincts. She would dispose of the body this evening, but right now she felt a powerful need to sleep. She walked slowly upstairs to her room, her body practically buzzing and very, very warm with the fresh blood that had temporarily slaked her thirst, but her mind felt fatigued and weak as she flopped down onto her bed. Despite everything that had happened and all the issues that were racing in her head, she fell quickly into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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So there you have it! Chapter 4 should hopefully be completed not too far into the future lol...thanx for reading!
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After over a week of tumultuous sleep plagued by strange dreams of varying intensities, she finally decided to bite the bullet and make an appointment for her doctor to come and visit her. Whatever was causing these strange sensations, she was sure that it was nothing that could elude modern science. She had taken recently to keeping all of the curtains and blinds in the house shut, as the sunlight seemed to bother her increasingly as time went on. It was always the same, that horrid hot tingling sensation, but it had recently intensified so much that it almost felt her flesh was burning. She shuddered at the reminder of this, but reminded herself that there is little concerning physical human health that cannot be explained.
Dr Parker strode up the pathway to the front door and gingerly rang the bell, mopping his brow with a white handkerchief in the searing Summer heat. Dillan opened the door to let the suited doctor in, though she remained in the comforting shadows to avoid the piercing light of the Sun. She directed him into the sitting room, where she sat next to him on the couch.
“Coffee?” She asked politely.
“No thank you,” Dr Parker smiled. “Now, my secretary has told me of some of your symptoms, but I think it would be best – if you don't mind – for you to explain them to me in person.” he said kindly.
“Of course,” she replied. Where could she begin? She found a starting place and, as she was talking, became more and more aware of a gentle thudding sound, something that she began to tune in to and was almost distracted by. Dr Parker decided to take her temperature as a precautionary method and, after placing the thermometer under her tongue, began to write some notes.
Dillan was watching him intently, her eyes entranced by the twitching of his left hand as he wrote scribbled notes into his pad. She then watched the slight, almost undetectable movement of the bones in his arm and, her eyes moving upwards, resting on the side of his neck. She couldn't help but stare at the gently quivering spot where his pulse was located and then the realisation hit her - the thudding sound that she was so tuned into was sounding rhythmically in time with the doctors' pulse...
“Right,” said that doctor quickly, as she tore her eyes away and looked at the floor. She had the distinct feeling that Dr Parker knew she was staring at him – he seemed fairly uncomfortable. “Let's take a look at this then.” He removed the thermometer from her mouth, looked at it and frowned. “96 degrees? Do you feel particularly cold?” He looked very concerned.
“No, not really...” she replied faintly. As he went back to writing his notes in his spider-like black writing, her eyes wandered to his neck without her even thinking. She could smell a warm, comforting smell emanating from him that she had not noticed before. Suddenly, she felt a painful pang run through her body that made her double over with pain.
“Dillan!” exclaimed the doctor, placing his hand on her back with concern – though he was taken aback by just how cold she felt. Dillan was surrounded by sensation; the beating of his heart and his intoxicating smell seemed to draw out something in her, something that...wanted him. “Are you alright? What on Earth happened to...” his words trailed off as she looked at him and his eyes met her blood red eyes.
Suddenly she knew exactly what she needed to do – it was as if some kind of innate predatory force had taken over the whole of her being. She watched with interest as the doctor cried out in alarm and jumped back in his seat she bared her fangs at him. She couldn't think straight...he was backing away from her on the couch as she prowled closer to him, her eyes staring at him with pure unadulterated malice and gently running her tongue over her sharp teeth in anticipation.
“What the hell are you?” he cried in sheer terror; and then she knew what she had become.
“I am a vampire,” she said, smiling and relishing the final clarification as she bent down and sank her teeth into his neck. At the very moment she felt the glorious release of blood into her mouth and finally felt peace. It was an amazing feeling, like no other she had ever experienced, taking in the hot, sweet elixir in draughts as if she had been starved; she felt reinvigorated and powerful. As she drank her fill from the helpless doctor she remembered what had happened that night – it was coming back to her in pieces. She was in the library and then...that guy, the young guy – he bit her! This was all his fault. She felt her teeth clamp harder on the mortal's throat in anger. Then there was Drew, he was a vampire too. He tried to save her from this, but then he said goodbye – he left her, they all thought she was cured – Dr Murdoch included. Then there was the blonde girl...and then nothing. She lifted her head from the doctor's neck and that mysterious phrase from her first crazy dream seemed to make perfect sense.
“Whatever you heard or saw, you never heard, you never saw,” she muttered under her breath. She knew that her memory had been wiped so that she was unaware of this seedy underworld of the supernatural. She looked at the corpse lying beneath her and studied it awhile; his skin had turned an ashen grey and his cold blue eyes were glazed over and glassy...but not vacant. His expression was still one of fear; if the throat marks were not there you would be forgiven for thinking that the poor man died of fright. As she looked at the marks, all she could think about was the clarity of the searing hot blood running down her throat and finally realising what she had become. The only difficulty now was finding a way to dispose of the body; the Sun was shining brightly outside and she was beginning to feel full and tired.
“The cellar,” she mumbled, now displaying her regular human features. She picked up the corpse with unprecedented strength, taking her completely by surprise. Regaining her composure, she walked to the cellar door, opened it and threw him down the stairs and into the darkness, though hastily and with little care; and truly she didn't care – it had occurred to her that it was either him or her, self-preservation being one of the key aspects of her new-found predatory instincts. She would dispose of the body this evening, but right now she felt a powerful need to sleep. She walked slowly upstairs to her room, her body practically buzzing and very, very warm with the fresh blood that had temporarily slaked her thirst, but her mind felt fatigued and weak as she flopped down onto her bed. Despite everything that had happened and all the issues that were racing in her head, she fell quickly into a deep, dreamless sleep.
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So there you have it! Chapter 4 should hopefully be completed not too far into the future lol...thanx for reading!
(Darn, we still need some vampire emoticons! *lol*) And all of a sudden (though she doesn;t know it) this makes Karl a daddy, a maker. Ooh! 
Let your creative juices flow as they will. 
Great stuff, this. 
