Turning (1/1)

Nothing seemed to happen. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred anymore. My life was dull and I knew it: everyone knew it. I didn’t have a certain someone to cheer me up when I was down or someone to make me laugh. They all left. They all realised what a monster I was and left before they could be hurt anymore than they already were. Who would want to be my friend anyway?The day mainly consisted of sleeping, hunting, eating and any other necessity my body needed taken care of. I would get a haircut on the 7th of the month and no other time with the same short, raven black style. I would change my clothes when I felt like it and just swap them with my clan when I had had enough of one style. Nothing new ever happened.Hunting wasn’t fun anymore. All of the mundane type had moved further away. They didn’t thrive in the old village like they used to before the leader went on the bloody rampage that tainted out image and all our lives. I either had to travel for days to find a mere mortal or live off of deer and other small animals that populated the woods around us. Their blood was enough to surpass the hunger that lurked deep within yet it grew stronger to the point of insanity. I had seen many of our kind turn to that side and would pray daily to make sure there was no chance of me turning into them. They were the real monsters, the monsters that hunted incessantly without a thought about how the mundane would react just so they could quench their inner demon. If there was a God he couldn’t punish me anymore then he already had. I had nothing yet I was still faithful to him. What could I have done for him to punish me like this?Flash Back (1846) __________ “Kyungsoo-ah, don’t be long,” my mother warned me as I skipped out of the front door to our cottage. No roads had been paved yet as dirt tracks lined the way through our quaint little village. Everyone knew everyone and there were no secrets held in Rosendale. I passed numerous small, thatched cottages as I wandered along the road to the focal point of the village. I was meeting friends on the village green to play marbles. I wore a bright grin on my face as I felt the smooth round globes I had in my pocket. I had received them as a birthday present from my mother and father for my fifteenth birthday and they were the best present anyone could receive. They were my new treasure and I was determined not to lose them in today tournament. I noticed the Pastor leave the small church as I walked down towards the forks that lead to the green.“Good day Pastor Choi,” I waved at him. He turned, looking surprised, before smiling in my direction.“Good day to you too Master Do! Have you paid your respects to God and today,” he asked sternly as he slipped the church key into his pocket.“Yes Sir. I thanked God especially today for allowing me receive my marbles,” I grinned as I pulled the little glass balls from my pocket.“Good. Remember God will never turn his back on the ones who respect and thank him daily,” he stated before bidding me goodbye and heading towards the refectory. I paused for a moment in thought before hurrying towards where my friends where already setting up the playing ring.Our little group of friends often met on the green around dusk: all bearing lanterns and holding our marbles tightly in our pockets. Some boys had learnt the art of pick pocketing yet they would never need to use it in our village. The village was in a secluded area in the shape of a wheel. The green was the central hub with eight spokes poking off to the sides. These spokes were all joined at the ends thus creating a wheel shape. Night soon drew in and the tournament stopped with me winning three new marbles and not losing any. I started to return through down the street with pride emanating from my body. It wasn’t long until that was about to change.I moved slowly through the streets, my hands running all the time over the marbles buried deep within my pockets. They were smooth with a few chips on where they had hit the ground. I was about to turn into the part of the wheel where my house was when I felt a hand on my shoulder.“Kyungsoo-ah?” A female voice asked from under a cloak. The grey garment covered her face concealing every detail excluding her brilliant red lips. Butterflies arose in my stomach as I stood frozen under her touch.“Yes mam?” I asked in a shaky voice. To my reply her blood red lips lifted into a smirk and she raised her hands to remove the cloak from her head. A young woman was left standing in front of me. Her soft brown locks fell around her head and accented her sharp facial features. Her nose was the perfect point and her cheek bones were high enough to stand out from her face. To top it off she had a glowing pair of red eyes. Ice shot through me as I took in the image in front of me. The boy inside me was telling me to run yet there was nothing I could do as my muscles refused to obey any order my brain was screaming at them.“Do you know anyone by the name of Kris?” she asked. As she spoke her red lips pulled back to reveal a row of perfect and very sharp white teeth. Butterflies entered my stomach as I shook my head slowly.“Too bad...I win,” she cackled before ducking her head and sinking her teeth into my neck. For the first few seconds I struggled against the searing pain that was shooting through my body but I slowly grew weak. She was latched onto my neck and was not moving. Heat rushed through me as I succumbed to the pain leaping through every inch of my frame. I searched every thought and memory I had stored in my head as to why she would want me. Why would this creature want my blood? What was she? Why wasn’t God helping me? My neck stung as she removed her teeth and licked around the wounded area. I tried to move but my body was numb, the pain growing somewhere else deep inside of me. Without warning she ducked down beside me and kissed a tear that slid down my cheek. Fear coursed through me as to what she would do next.“See you when you wake up,” she smiled affectionately before sinking her teeth into me once again. Before I slipped into unconsciousness the words that Pastor Choi had said earlier that night played through my head:“Good. Remember God will never turn his back on the ones who respect and thank him daily.”Where did I go wrong?