Chapter 3 New Reality

Margaret slowly opened her eyes. She was a bit confused and her senses kept blaring like sirens.

She saw that she was on a couch, and in a blood stained top and sweat pants. The blood stains jogged her memory, and she started to panic.

From the corner of her eye, she saw a figure sitting on her table with a serious face, gazing at her.

Her mind tried to work out who he was for a few seconds, and then...

Cole...

Cole Malborne..

Cole!

She instantly backed away from him, making the couch slide backwards. She was panting heavily with her eyes wide open.

She still remembered the last thing she saw and heard before she blanked out.

Cole rose from table, hands in the air in order to make sure she settled down and didn't consider him a threat.

"Relax, Margaret...its just me," he said in a low voice.

"You..... you," Margaret said stammering.

"What...wha.. What did you do to me?! You did something with my neck! I...I.. only remember you and ....blood! What the hell is going on?!"

Cole sighed and put his hands down.

"I know. I snapped your neck so that you would calm down. You were freaking out. We need to talk about this," he said.

"Talk? Talk?! I can hardly concentrate on my hearing and the pain in my chest is eating at me! What the hell is going on?!" she screamed as she fell from couch, clutching her chest.

Cole hurriedly ran up to her and lifted her back onto the couch.

He took a deep breath and spoke.

"You were turned into a vampire tonight..... It was too late when I arrived and when you woke up you were screaming and crying.... I couldn't handle it so I... did what I did."

"A what???!"

"A vampire."

"Cole... what the hell is wrong with you?!"

"As we speak you're actually able to hear the precise frequency of my heart beat."

"W...wwwha...How...wait-"

"You feel so thirsty... and the picture in your mind right now is of you ripping apart my neck and sucking my blood.."

"No! That's not ....wait!-"

"You're feeling a pulse of strength in your bones that you can't help but want to let loose on anything you see... Am I right?"

"I...I ..." Margaret started to break down. It was all true. All she could think about right now was blood. Finding some poor soul to suck it out from.

She couldn't believe it.

Before the immense thirst, her morals were shattered like they didn't exist. She wouldn't give seven fleeting sh*ts if she killed someone right now... as long as she could quench her thirst.

Tears ran down her cheeks. She couldn't believe this was her own mind. She couldn't believe that this was happening to her.

'Vampire?! No way... I must be under some drug that's screwing with my mind right now! What the hell is he talking about? Is he messing with me too?' She thought as she tried to stand up.

Cole was heartbroken seeing Margaret like this. He was really beginning to regret not killing when she was out. But that would have been selfish.

He only ground his teeth as he saw the disbelief in her eyes.

From under the glass he table, he took a wine glass and extended it to Margaret.

It was filled with blood.

"You don't believe me? Tell me you don't feel like devouring this glass whole," he said.

Margaret stared at the glass and her vision changed..

Her pupils became blood red and her whites became pitch black. Her vision became so focused that she could only see the wine glass in Cole's hand.

Her ears picked up the almost imperceptible sound of the blood colliding with the glass.

It was freaky.

The smell of the blood assaulted her nostrils and she grew savage for it.

"You still think I'm lying to you?" Cole said.

Margaret pulled herself away, her hands shivering vehemently. She looked like a drug addict stuck in a rehabilitation centre.

"Why.... why... What would...why is this happening to me?" she murmured in a broken voice.

She then realised something that she had missed and looked at Cole with shock and asked.

"How do you know all this??! You know everything I'm feeling like... You are.... you're a vampire??" she asked with a perplexed expression.

"Yes. I am," Cole replied.

Margaret's breathing became hastened and she slowly started to digest everything.

"It was my fault that this happened. Someone from my past returned and hurt you instead of me... he's the one who turned you... I'm sorry," he said.

Margaret did not know what to say.

Her world view had been flipped in just one night.

One second she was preparing to have her boyfriend over for a date, then she felt weak and lost consciousness, then that boyfriend of hers suddenly snapped her neck when she woke up and then told her that he and she were both vampires.

There was no letting such a thing slip easily and just accept it.

"This is your fault?? You're sorry?" she said with a forlorn expression.

She suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. She walked briskly, intending to go home and just lock herself in her bedroom.

Cole followed after her.

"Margaret, wait! If you want to leave that's fine, but you have to drink this blood first, or you'll die!" he said.

Margaret ignored and powered through the pain she felt as she rushed towards the door.

Cole rushed up to her like a flash and grabbed her shoulder.

"Please wai-"

Before he could finish, a punch smashed into his face with great weight and power!

He was caught off guard by Margaret's suddenly speed and the force of the punch made him fly across the room and hit the wall with a heavy impact!

Spider web shaped cracks were left on the wall after Cole slammed into it, and he lay on the ground, his hand on his face as he groaned.

Margaret was shocked by her own strength. She felt a surge of power in her hand.

In one moment she almost rushed over to Cole to make sure he was okay, but then she remembered all that had happened and shook her head in frustration and left the house.

She kept shaking her head as she walked on the street, trying to clear her mind.

The sensations she felt were still getting stronger and she felt them overcome her bit by bit.

As she walked she saw a young man approaching her with concern in his eyes. He was half a head taller than her, with blonde hair. He wore a blue shirt and dark pants, approaching with a his hand extended.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked, looking at her top.

Margaret was confused at first, but then she looked at herself and saw the blood staining her clothes.

She was about to reply when she felt the sensation in her chest grow. It influenced her senses, making her hearing more astounding.

She heard his heart beat and also the flow of his blood.

Her eyes turned red, and she started to breathe slower, her visage looking like she was in ecstasy.

Instinctively, she wrapped her hands around the young man's neck and stared deeply into his eyes.

"Uuum... miss...what are you..."

He didn't get to finish. He saw a pulsing wave flow from Margaret and into his face, making his mind turn sluggish.

He became docile, as Margaret slowly touched his neck, feeling the sensation of blood that passed through, warm and thick.

She breathed slowly and began to open her mouth.

A quick shadow darted and held her back.

He saw a few people in the street, some watching what was happening between Margaret and 'blue shirt guy'.

(A/N: Wink. Free guy reference).

Others were already recording videos with their phones. This would definitely be great content to post online, with titles like 'The blood witch and the innocent dick head that fell for her' or 'Paranormal Love'.

Cole raised his right hand and waved it lightly.

Everyone on the street looked at his hand, and they immediately paused like statues.

"You will forget what you just saw, delete any footage you have recorded and walk on back home," Cole said and snapped.

And just like that, everyone on the street, resumed moving, others stopping the videos from running and deleting them.

Then they all began walking away, including the guy who had walked up to Margaret.

Soon, the scene was clear and the night became dead silent once again.

"What....How did you do that?" Margaret looked at Cole and asked in awe.

"Mass compulsion. A perk of being a Royal Vampire. You compelled the guy with the blue shirt unconsciously. You need blood," he said and then looked Margaret in the eye.

"Look, I know I messed up. I should have just left you to live in your beautiful world. It was my fault for thinking I can love you without implicating you into my own dark and bloody world. You can hate me all you want. That's fine. But, you have to live long enough to do so.

I can't allow you to publicly feed on a human. Drink the blood I offered you so that you won't die. Then I'll teach you the basics. After that you're free to do what you want."

Margaret kept looking at him.

She was still uncertain about all of this. Confused and angry.

But if she was really dying, then perhaps she had to listen to him.

She had her emotions and thoughts to sort out, but from the looks of it, her symptoms would only get worse.

"Fine."