Chapter Two

Daryl is back at Four Stone Manor to try and understand what happened to him the previous night. Greeted by some new friends Daryl of overwhelmed by his predicament. Can he cope?

‘Who am I? What have I done? Why do I feel so alive?’ I kept asking these questions over and over again. I couldn’t understand why I became so angry when normally I would just let the things Chris did fly over my head. And why did it feel so good? was a question I could never answer. I suppose the fact I stood up to him could be one reason.

I kept running and running until I reached the gates of Four Stone Manor, it looked so different during the day that I was confused and thought I had the wrong house. The dead trees stand tall guarding the gravel path and the shutters on the windows swayed and squeaked in the wind, banging occasionally against the window frames. This time I wasn’t scared, not by the house anyway, instead I ran up to the door and made sure it was closed when I was on the other side. I remembered it well, I remember the decor, the cobwebs and my way to the nursery, but that’s not where I was going. I needed to look around some more, and hopefully find whoever attacked me last night, in my head this didn’t sound so stupid but I kept thinking.

‘If they wanted to kill me, they would’ve done it last night’. I had to find them. I had to know what was happening to me. As I was walking through the narrow corridors the floorboards were creaking, mice were scurrying about and the wind was howling down the chimneys. There were broken mirror pieces scattered all over the floor. I couldn’t help but pick up a piece and check out my neck, the scars where gone, I looked at my eyebrow too and the cut was gone. How can they heal so quickly? It was getting stranger and stranger. I continued walking through the corridors, checking the doors, most were locked and the ones that were open were empty. I was beginning to think that it was all my imagination, that I was still dreaming. I guess the realisation of actually punching the school bully in the face was just too much to handle.

I was tired, weak and ready to give up when rapidly my body began to freeze up again, my hands were stuck to my side and I couldn’t open my mouth to scream. I could feel a presence lingering behind me. An icy presence who’s breath was cold on the back of my neck. I wanted to turn around but I couldn’t, the fear of whoever was behind me was sinking in slowly. I could feel a tight grip around my neck, so tight that I could hardly breath. And then I was out, I crashed to the floor and closed my eyes.

I woke up feeling weak, nauseous and extremely hungry. I didn’t know what time it was or where in the house I was. I stood up and went towards the small window and wiped away some of the dirt and peered out over a forgotten garden. It was dark and raining heavily, raindrops were dripping through the roof and into an old saucepan on the floor. My head was spinning and I stumbled towards a mirror leaning against the wall, I was semi-naked. The only thing I had one were my boxer shorts. My whole body was growing paler and paler and a small hint of blue was appearing. My spots had disappeared and my muscles were beginning to become more defined. I couldn’t help but admire myself for a brief second before I noticed something. I had very small fangs in my mouth, so small that they looked like normal teeth, but they weren’t my teeth.

I slumped down in a corner of the room staring at my arms and hands. I kept thinking the same thing over and over again.

‘What’s happening to me?’ Suddenly the door swung open and stood in the doorway was a hooded figure, the same one that attacked me. It glided over to me and held out its hand. Long nails painted red protruded from its long fingers. I held it’s hand until it helped me up. The hooded figure then glided towards the door, stared at me and glided back down the corridor leaving the door open along with the smell of sweet perfume. I had to follow, I ran to the door and down the corridor, following the smell of perfume until I’d caught up with the figure. I wanted to talk to it but I couldn’t. We come to a halt in front of some huge, red double doors. They too, like the rest of the house, were worn and filthy.

‘You must stay here until we call for you’ Said a warm but sexy female voice from under the hood. She then walked right through the door like a ghost. As if my mind wasn’t confused enough the thoughts of ghosts were coming through thick and fast. I waited outside the door, the wind was swirling inside the house round my bare feet and legs, I was cold and wondering if she was ever coming back, or ever going to call for me. I placed my hand and ear to the door to try and listen in, that’s when she appeared in a cloud of black smoke behind me.

I nearly jumped out of my skin she scared me so much, I couldn’t understand how she did it. She held out her hand and held mine. Facing the door her warm voice was too much to resist.

‘We’re ready for you now’ She dragged me further and further towards the door, she went through and I tried to resist. After all, I have never gone through a door before. Her force was stronger and I was pulled right through the solid wooden door unharmed.

 

I found myself in a room with a roaring fire and a huge round table covered in food. Around the table were three more hooded figures. I’d never felt so under dressed in just my boxers as the robes they were wearing had beautiful dark silk patterns on them. They all sat at the table and slowly put down their hoods.

There was an old man with long silver hair flowing down one side of his face and another much younger man with straight long black hair with red streaks running through it, he was well built and smiling at me. A woman sat facing directly at me had long platinum blonde hair, and finally the woman which brought me here let down her hood and revealed long locks of bright red hair and bright luscious red lips. She walked over and placed a white robe with a black silk pattern over my body.

‘There you go, don’t want you feeling under dressed’ she said softly as the others chuckled at her joke.

‘Sit down boy’ the old man ordered in a nice manner.

‘I see you found your way back to us, this is highly peculiar’ I didn’t know what to say, his bright red eyes were fixated upon me as he spoke.

‘Well I think we’d better introduce you, I’m Arcturus, leader of this group. This is my daughter Eve. This is Felix and you’ve already met Tamsin’. I was puzzled, these are the people who attacked me and yet they’ve invited me for dinner, given me a robe and introduced me.

‘What’s your name then?’ Asked Felix politely across the table. I stuttered, this wasn’t normal.

‘Spit it out boy’ I could tell instantly that Eve was the rude one of the group, she looked and sounded like it.

‘Err...Daryl, Daryl Poskit’ I could feel the glare of Eve burning me like a laser however it was somewhat mellowed by the friendly glare of the others.

 

I’d never felt so confused, who were these people? I sat at the table awkwardly and tried to work out what was happening, why where they being so friendly. I had to speak up.

‘What do you want with me?’ I said quickly, not thinking really about what I said. Everyone stared at me before Arcturus spoke up.

‘What do you mean? You’re one of us now’

‘One of us? What do you mean by that?’ I replied quickly.

‘Well, you entered our domain last night and well...we bit you, you’re becoming one of us’ Piped up Tamsin.

‘Becoming one of you?’ It was sort of making sense. Felix must’ve seen the confusion in my face and made an effort to help me understand.

‘We’re vampires Daryl, you came into our house last night and we...well I bit you, you are slowly becoming a vampire’. The news ravaged through me however Felix’s voice was strangely warming, making it sound like it wasn’t such a bad thing being bitten by a vampire. I started to shake, my life was going to change forever and there’s nothing I can do about it.

‘This doesn’t explain why you’re being nice to me, why didn’t you kill me?’

‘They’re worse things out there, even for one of us. We couldn’t kill you, we can’t. We can only change you. Because you came back we have to take you in as part of our family, it’s the same as what happened to Felix.’

For some reason this all felt comforting, for once people stronger than me we being nice to me and treating me like a human, well, what’s left human in me.

‘Excuse me’ I said as I ran towards the door and through it, forgetting I could do that. I kept running higher in the house until I reach the attic. The wind and rain were still battering the house outside. I sat in the window and stared out. The only thing I could do now was cry.

Reviews

[Pearls Of Wisdom...Youn..]

Beautiful! story and pls add a kind of daemon/Katherine character in Vampires Diaries in it, it's kind of adds more flavor and more enthusiastic readers to your reel!. Check out my write-up if you can and pls don't feel obligated..Don't get me wrong you have a beautiful and kind of scary piece here! broken mirror, the fear, the suspense! i have to say it's pretty nice

[Vanessa Rico]

I love the fact this is different from most vampire stories. You came up with your own type of vampire rather than the average bloodthirsty monster. I am liking this so far and I feel Daryl's confusion and panicky feelings. I would not want to be in a room of vampires either! Definitely getting a 100 from me on this one!