VAMPYREBy Krista Hanson

• "Vampyre" A US Novella authored by Krista Hanson and is Copyrighted within the USA - Plagiarism is prohibited.

And now an excerpt from VAMPYRE, a novel:

Chapter One
Before I even opened my eyes, I knew something was different.  I could smell unfamiliar scents that I swore I remembered but could not concretely identify.  The mixture of scents almost overloaded my sinuses.  I sniffled a little as I listened to the voices talking lowly someplace below me.  I did not recognise their voices but could hear them as clear as a bell.  In fact, I could hear a lot of things fairly clearly.  A highway of some sort in the distance, a television airing commercials quietly and a gentle hum of a refrigerator.  My ears zeroed in on the voices below me and the clarity hurt my ears.  They were male voices.  Two of them.  Most like in their twenties or thirties.  Where was I?  A hospital?
I started panicking a little, noticing for the first time that it hurt to breathe.  I forced my chest to take in small, deliberate breaths.  But they almost felt useless and unnecessary.  It was then that I noticed the voices had stopped.  All was quiet except the hum of the fridge, even the television had been shut off.  I held my breath and squeezed my eyes tighter.
"...She's awake."  The more baritone of the voices said eerily.
"Finally"  The second male, sounding relieved, said with a swift movement.
My eyes flew open.
Light flooded into my eyes, giving me an instant headache.  I could see dust settling in the sunlight that beamed through a tall, victorian window.  My flesh felt like it was being burned, a raging sunburn eating ravenously at my skin.  Footsteps entered the room.  Two men stood in the doorway, one taller than the other - but my eyes could not focus on them with more intricate details demanding my vision.  I gritted my teeth in response.
"Whoops..."  The shorter male said, moving so fast that I couldn't see where he had gone.  The blinds flung closed and my vision settled and my burning flesh cooled instantly.  My eyes continued to focus and settle as the shorter male walked into view, I squinted my eyes as he smiled a small smile.
"Are you alright?"  He asked, giving me a small nod.  I blinked as I studied him.  Brown hair, like soft dirt, was side-swept into his emerald green eyes.  He was gorgeous and must have noticed me staring because he pushed the dangling pieces of hair out of his eyes.  I swallowed a raw, dry swallow.
"Yes.  I think so."  I sat up but even though I intentionally moved slowly, I still went too fast and fell back on my left elbow.  Emerald eyes moved toward me and I held my hand up, "I'm fine, just slipped."  I sat up and looked around the room.  It wasn't a hospital at all.
I was in a beautiful historic bedroom.  Something you'd see inside a Victorian Mansion or a refurbished Bed and Breakfast. Elegant drapes and the hand-craved dark wood four-posted bed I was sitting in were only part of the beauty of this room.  A timeless vanity sat in the corner of the room, the oval mirror turned around so no reflection could be seen.  "Where am I?"
Emerald eyes looked at the tall man in the doorway, he walked through the door soundlessly "Bey Manor.  Our house."  He gestured toward Emerald eyes and back to himself.  "How are you feeling?"
Emerald eyes stepped even closer, looking concerned "Do you remember anything?"
Suddenly a flash back of a faded memory clamored into my thoughts.
It was me on the ground, blood flowing from someplace my mind didn't acknowledge.  Then there, holding my hand as if my life depended on it was Emerald eyes.  His dark hair dangling in his worried eyes.  Fire crackled in the distance but the memory faded to black.  I shook the thoughts from my head.  "Just you..."
I said softly, meeting his gaze.  The tall man scoffed, "yeah... ok, but how are you feelings?  Any hypersensitivities or super speed or pointy teeth of any kind?"  Emerald eyes threw a pillow at him and the tall man ducked unfathomably fast.  I blinked and shook my head in response.  "Why am I here?"
Both men looked at one another.  "What's your name?"  Emerald eyes asked.
"Liv."
The tall man started laughing and tucked his hands around his abdomen, "really?  Are you joking?  Considering ..."  Before he could finish, Emerald eyes flitted across the room and pushed him out of the room.  The tall man continued to giggle, "What?  Come on, it's funny.  Live, like living.  Which we're not..."  His voice faded as Emerald eyes finally shut the door, leaving the tall man out in the hallway laughing as he walked away.
Emerald eyes turned around, "I'm Walter."