Turning Me

A/n: This is an original piece written by me. I wrote it when I was in the tenth grade....But I think I might continue it....This is just the prolouge, so let me know if I should continue it!!

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Turning Me

I still remember the day I was turned. I can’t really forget it. It was…one of the most painful things I’d ever done. I was forced to leave everything I held dear behind with the times. More than I ever dreamed I would.

At the time, an English prince was courting me. His father and mine both wanted to strengthen the ties between our countries. I highly doubted that our arrangement would work in the long run, but father kept telling me to just give it a try.

I hated him. The prince, I mean. I loved my papa more than anyone else. My mother died when I was young, so I don’t remember much of her. Papa had always let me do just about whatever I wanted, which meant I got the best education possible at that time, but to this day, as I write this, I still don’t understand why he wanted me to do this.

Anyway, back to the prince. His name was Aldwyn, and he was… how do I say this without sounding rude… very self-centered. Yes, that’s it. Self-centered. He had fine Blonde hair and pale Blue eyes, with mildly dark skin, and fancied himself to be a god or something. Much of his that time was spent at our court was spent in front of the mirror. And it drove me mad that papa wanted me to marry him.

I was different from him in may ways. I had long Auburn red hair that ended at about my waist, and ice green eyes. My skin was pale, almost ivory colored during the winter, and not much darker during the summer, due to the fact that my fair skin burnt easily. And I was also practical. I didn’t want people thinking me a goddess, especially since I wasn’t anywhere near to that.

I remember the night well. I was sitting on my bed, trying, unsuccessfully, not to think about dinner. Aldwyn hadn’t liked the way the pheasant had been prepared, and decided to throw a fit in front of the entire court. I was extremely upset at that point, so I asked to be excused early, and papa, sensing my distress, let me.

So there I sat. I was very near to tears, and I swore that if that English brat came in here, or tried to face me in the next three days, I’d kill him with my own two hands. All I wanted right now was to be left alone.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get my wish.

I’m not sure how long I’d been sitting there, but I heard the door open and close almost silently.

“What do you wanted!?” I said, the agitation in my voice very apparent, and I wasn’t about to hide it. I also didn’t care who it was.

There was no reply.
“I asked you what you want, now reply!” I demanded. I was nervous now. Something wasn’t right.

Suddenly, there was a hand over my mouth. I tried to scream, but the sound was muffled by the person’s hand.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you, your Majesty,” the person with their hand over my mouth said. It was definitely male. “It wouldn’t be… wise… on your behalf.” He sounded Scottish, but with a lighter accent.

I tried to say, “Well, it’s not wise of you to be doing this!” But it came out muffled and sounded like this, “Mell, mits mut mise mf moo mo me mooing mhis!”

“Your highness, I’ve come with an offer I highly doubt you can refuse,” the male said.

“What?” Is what I would’ve said, but again, it was muffled, so it came out as, “Mhut?”

“I’ve watched you for a while now, and I’ve noticed that you aren’t very happy with this…Prince Aldwyn, are you?”

I shrugged.

“I’ve come to offer you freedom.”

I snorted.

“Yes, I know, it’s an absurd to you, because you have everything you could ever want, but what can I say.”

I said nothing, and I made no motion to move as a reply. This, if you can’t tell, was a very tempting idea to me.

“Do you want to know more?”

I considered the thought for a moment, then nodded slowly.

“Ah. I thought you would,” the man said. “If I take my hand off your mouth, do you promise not to cry out for help?”

I nodded again. I must confess, I was very curious at this… odd proposal.

His hand came away from my mouth. I turned around and saw what had to be the most gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He had shoulder length, slightly shaggy Black hair, and the most stunning gray eyes. His face… I could never begin to describe his face. It was beyond words.

I swear I must’ve gasped because he asked, “Are you okay Majesty?”

“Yes,” I managed to get out in a normal tone. “Yes I am.”

“Well then, on with my proposal. I want to offer you freedom, a type that most would love, and die for. Do you want to know more, or just agree now?”

I nodded. “I’d like to know more please.”

“Well, I, if you haven’t figured it out yet, am… what most call a Creature of the Night.”

Creature of the Night…

Vampire.

“I don’t believe you.”

I’d only heard the stories. Immortal, beautiful, and cunning, they were the most feared creatures, no matter where you went. Of course, they were called other things in other places, but “Creature of the Night” was a universal term at the time, no matter what language you spoke. And here was someone, claiming to be one, here, in my bed chamber.

“My dear princess, do I have to prove it to you?”

I shrugged. I wasn’t sure what to say.

He opened his mouth and beard a pair of inch long fangs. I nearly shrieked in terror, but caught myself just before it came out.

“Do you believe me now, princess.”

I nodded quickly. “W-who are you?” I asked, my voice shaking.

“My name is Seoc Blair. I’ve been a Vampire for over a Three Hundred years.”

“W-why do-do you want me… of all people… a vampire….” I wasn’t really sure of what I was even saying anymore, nor was I capable of normal speech.

“You, in my opinion, are beautiful.”

I sighed and suddenly found my voice. “You think I like it. People gawk at me all the time, and tell me I’m the prettiest thing they’ve ever seen, and I get treated like glass! Most don’t know that I’m educated, I ride horses more often then not, and go hawking three times a week. I help the cooks in the kitchen, and I help the maids with the laundry. I don’t like being called beautiful, or pretty, or gorgeous!. I want to be a milkmaid! That sounds like more fun then being a princess.”

“What, may I ask, is wrong with being a princess?”

“It’s dull. Going to parties and wearing the latest fashions from Paris is not fun.”

“Very true.”

I sat there for a moment. Being a Vampire could be a heck of a lot more fun than my current arrangement, but what were the drawbacks. I only knew a few. No sunlight, drinking blood every night, whether I wanted to or not, and worst of all….

I wouldn’t be able to see papa anymore.

It was bad enough when he went on trips, because he was always gone for a long time, but never seeing him ever again… I didn’t know if I could do it. And I know he would be heart broken. I could never forgive myself if I did that to him….

But suddenly, I knew what my heart wanted…. And it was causing it to break.

“Seoc… I think I have my answer… but may I have a few more minutes… to go say goodbye…” I said. Each word was like a knife to my chest. I’m not going to cry, I silently promised myself.

He nodded. “I’m glad you still have the choice…” He said softly.

I got up off my bed, trying not to cry, determined to keep my promise to myself.

I walked out my door and down the halls until I got to my father’s library. I knocked on the door, and waited. After a moment, papa came to the door.

“Oh, Catherine, is something wrong?” He said. I guess my distress showed on my face.

“No papa, I’m fine,” I replied. I didn’t want him to see me like this. It was killing me.

“Then what do you need?”

“I just came to say goodnight. I love you papa,” I said, the tears building up in my eyes. To hide them, I gave him a quick hug.

“Good night, my dear. I love you too.” He returned the hug.

I turned quickly and left, tears spilling down my cheeks. My heart, or what was left of it at this point, had been ripped out, cut up, and thrown at papa’s feet. Nothing had ever hurt as bad as this did.
I got back to my bed chamber, and Seoc was still there, waiting by the window. “Did you accomplish what you left to do?”

I nodded sadly. “Yes…my papa doesn’t suspect a thing….” I said, trying not to cry harder than I already had. “It just….” I couldn’t finish the sentence.

“Hurts? Yes, it hurts terribly, I know. But it has to be done. Are you ready?”

I stood a moment. “Yes,” I finally said, the word sounding hollow to my ears.

He nodded and said, “The process will have to be done away from the castle. I don’t want any… unneeded attention.”

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked. “And where are we going?” I quickly added.

“The processes is very simple, just…noisy. And I’ll do it at my… manor. If you don’t mind, your majesty.”

“Not at all,” I said. I didn’t care at this point.

“Then lets go.”

He walked across the room, picked me up bridal style, walked over to the window and kicked it open, then jumped out into the empty courtyard, and started running at an inhuman speed. I closed my eyes tight and waited for it all to be over.

We arrived at his manor a short time later. It looked like many of the ones I’d seen around, but with one major difference. It was in the middle of nowhere.

He carried me inside. It wasn’t empty, but filled with a lot of furniture, and many shelves covered in books.

Still carrying me, he went up the stairs, and took me into one of the rooms. It was gorgeous, decorated in silks and wood. He set me down gently on the bed and said, “Please brace yourself Majesty.”

Before I could even ask why, I felt a needle sharp pain in my neck, and I cried out in pain. Tears spilled down my cheeks, and the room started to spin violently. I grabbed Seoc’s arms and gripped them tightly.

“Majesty, I need you to look at me,” I heard him say, and I obeyed. My ice green eyes met his beautiful gray ones. “I need you to bite me now, okay,” He said to me, and I nodded weakly.

His soft hands guided my head to his neck, and with my mouth, I bit down on the surprisingly soft flesh of his neck. I felt the blood pour into my mouth, and my strength suddenly returned to me with amazing speed. The surprising part was I knew when to stop before he told me to.

“Majesty, how do you feel?” He asked.

“I feel fine,” I said. “And don’t call me Majesty,” I quickly added in. “I have a name, and I’d like you to use it.”

“Ah, yes, Catherine. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine,” I said, rubbing my neck where he’d bitten me. The wound was already starting to heal over, but the flesh was still tender to the touch. “That was bizarre,” I muttered out.

“It is,” Seoc agreed. “I’ve never actually bitten to turn.”

I didn’t respond. I was suddenly tired. “Seoc,” I said quietly. “Is it normal to feel tired?”

“Yes, Catherine, it is,” He responded. “Now sleep.”

And sleep I did.

It’s been over Six Hundred years since that night. I’ve seen the rise and fall of various empires, and many new inventions, but I still wonder if I made the right choice. It’s a thought that haunts me to this day. Seoc is still alive, and he’s very nice to me. He and I became close over the years. Closer than I ever thought I could get to anyone.

When I was about Four hundred years old, I turned my first person, at the same location. His name was Alendar Sutherland, and he reminded me a lot of Seoc, in both looks and personality. And he was very willing to turn. He had nothing left to live for.

As I write this, I’m watching him turn his first. He’s only Two hundred, but I believe he knows what he’s doing. He’s picked a pretty, but slightly homely looking girl, who is about the age he was when he turned. She seems as willing as he was. Bria is a brave child though.

I wish him the best with his fledgling, and hope that they can find the same happiness in the years to come, as Seoc and I did.
-Catherine Ballane

A/n: And here's the end of the prolouge....tell me if I should add more.