Aurora’s Elixir
My name is Luis
Andrew Clark. The decent into my pitiful life started when I was nine years
old. Unbeknownst to me that was when my mother developed Tuberculosis. I
remember her as a radiant, soft-spoken, and wickedly funny woman. When the other
boys would pick on my because of my glasses or inhaler, she was always there to
give me warm sugar cookie-smelling hugs. But the disease spread quickly and
took her from me the month after my tenth birthday.
From then on it
was my dad and I. He on the other hand was quiet, to him self, and had a stern
look that could make a MMA fighter wet himself. With my dad you were better off
not talking to him unless you were bleeding to death. Two years later my dad
married again, to a woman named Demetra. She, like my dad, could be quite
intimidating.
Piling on the fun,
Demetra had a son named Richard. He was my age and had a sour face. As I grew
in this dysfunctional family he became known as ‘Dick’ to my friend David and me.
Believe me the name fit. Dick tortured and bullied me all through out middle
school up until high school.
“What’s up Luis-And-Clark?” David
popped into my room in the front of the second floor.
“Nothing much my werewolf
compadré.” That was my friend David Lucian, hence the werewolf nickname. He was
kind of short, and weird, but he was my best friend.
“So have you talked to Rora yet?”
David elbowed me as I sat at my desk doing math homework.
“Nah, she wouldn’t want to talk to
me.” I shrugged it off. Aurora Lynn was a popular girl in our school who I used
to be friends with until her jock boyfriend and his boys threatened me.
“That’s right dork. She is way
outta your league.” Queue the annoying and abusive stepbrother from hell. “But
I totally wouldn’t mind hittin that fine piece of –“
“Don’t talk about her like that!” I
yelled. She was the girl of my dreams, beautiful respectable and brilliant. Yet
he talked about her as if she were one of the other girls. With in seconds of
my outburst was a fist aimed at my lower stomach. As I doubled over from the
blow I felt the mop of dark brown hair on my head being pulled upwards.
“Listen here Nerd-Turd, I’ll do
what ever the hell I want, and you wont do a damn thing. Got it?” Vigorously I
nodded my head as well as I could. “That’s what I thought douche bag.” As he
walked out of my room David came and helped me up. I never looked at him for
help since he was shorted than me, and just as scared of Richard.
“No . . . more. David. No more. I can’t take this. Its
time for a change.” As if fire was running through my veins I dashed to the
door, locked it, and back to my computer. Fingers like lightening I typed the
only way I knew how to beat Dick.
I was going to find something using the almighty Internet.
~One Month later~
How did it turn
out like this? All I wanted was a normal life. One where I was cool, had fun,
and could be with the girl of my dreams. I never should have gone to that
website. I can still remember the words it said.
Youth,
Strength, and Agility
Have
all you’ve ever dreamed and more.
The
elixir of the gods.
I never thought
that when they meant youth, that I would stay 18 forever. That ‘special’ elixir
they were selling was vampire blood, and it came with a price; Eternal
Damnation.
A week after
receiving and drinking the elixir, I started to change. My hair, once stringy
and almost black, turned full and grew golden tints. My brown eyes, turned
completely black, my naturally tan skin slightly paled. I didn’t know what was
happening, but it felt good. I felt stronger, looked it too since I was no
longer lanky but filling out my skin. There should have been a damn warning on
the bottle.
-WARNING! Don’t drink this unless
you never want to see the sun again. -
Yeah that would
have been good since my first day as a vampire I ended up getting a huge burn
on my arm from the light coming though my blinds.
I’m not proud of
my choices in life. I never thought I would kill people, or scare the only girl
I cared about.
A week after my
change I went to a school party that was, thankfully, after sundown. The only
one who knew about the ‘new me’ was David. He didn’t take it too bad. He was
scared of me at first but soon realized that I was still the same person. So we
went to the party, and I tried to keep a low profile. I didn’t buy into the
idea of the animalistic cravings for blood, but I didn’t want too many people
asking questions that I didn’t have answers too.
Then I saw
something that made my, nonexistent, blood boil. Richard was holding Aurora in
his arms, but she obviously didn’t want him to, since her arms where bracing
herself, and pushing away. He gripped her butt, sucked her neck, and I was
seeing red, specifically the veins in his neck and arms. I couldn’t help my
self. I lunged, flying past people so fast that there was only a dark blur, and
gripped him by the shirt. He was frightened at first since I had appeared from
nowhere. Then after he realized it was just me a cocky smirk was on his face as
if I posed no type of threat. He was painstakingly wrong.
I dug my hand into
his neck as I walked to an empty room. He started to turn pink, then red, and
almost purple from my vice grip. Now I’m going to spare the gruesome details,
and just say he didn’t stay purple too long before there was crimson liquid
covering the beige walls. I killed him out of fury never expecting that the
love of my life was close behind me and saw the entire thing. I turned around
when I heard the door knock into the wall. Aurora in all her golden hewed glory
stood staring at me, but never running away. Out of shame I opened a near by
window, jumped landing in a crouched position and ran for ever-lasting life.
I ran, ran away, ran to make
distance, and ran for almost an eternity, simply to make a space between my
past and me. I stopped only to land in Canada, in a forest, surrounded by
trees. I found a cabin, which had been vacant for a long time, based on the
lack of electric work and abundance in dust and cobwebs. This would be my home;
I would feed off of animals, keep a low profile, and distance my self from the
world.
Hopefully
