Welcome everyone to Day 12 of #FreeWritingChallenge.
I hope you’ve enjoyed the stories I’ve written so far because now I bring you a new one.
For this post, I have to write a scene that starts with: “I haven’t told anyone this before, but I’m going to tell you now.”
So after some quick thinking, I’ve come up with this story.
“I haven’t told anyone this before, but I’m going to tell you now.”
I took a deep breath as I stare at the dark-haired man, sitting across from me. This is it. The moment I share my big secret with him.
“I’m not who you think I am.”
He lets out a chuckle. “Baby, relax. We’ve been dating three months. You’ve told me everything about your life.”
“Not everything.” I twirl a strand of my red hair. “There’s a huge secret, I’m keeping from you.”
“What is it? Are you part of the mob? Are you a secret agent?” He again laughs. I expected this reaction from him. Yet, his tune is going to change once I say the words I’ve been dreading.
“No, it’s not that.” I pause, wondering if I should move closer or keep my distance from him. I decide it’s better to stay where I am. “Levi, I’m—I’m—I’m a vampire.”
“Ha, ha.” Levi clutches his gut from laughing so much. “That’s a good one. You’re a vampire.” Tears form from his laughter. “Yeah, and I’m Bigfoot disguised as a human.”
Realizing I need to show him proof, I flash my fangs.
Levi’s laughter dwindles as he stares at my fangs. Jumping from his seat, he knocks over the chair as he backs away.
“Stay away from me,” he screams.
“Levi, let me explain.”
“Don’t come near me.” He makes the sign of the cross with his fingers.
I stay planted in my spot; sadness overcomes me as I watch his fear. This is the reaction everyone has when I reveal my secret.
“Give me a chance.”
“A chance to suck my blood, no I don’t think so.” His eyes dart around, looking for a weapon.
“Yes, I am a bloodsucker. But I would never hurt you.”
“How do I know that’s not a lie?” He covers his neck with his arm. “You lied to me all this time.”
“Yes, I did.” I lower my head. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too.” He glares at me. “Sorry, I ever got involved with you.”
The words sting my heart. I try to hold back the tears, yet they come.
“Are you crying?” Levi asks.
I turn away. “Leave.” I sense Levi disobeying my command. He moves closer until he’s standing behind me. “Go away, Levi.”
“Marissa, tell me what’s wrong?”
“Just leave already. I know you want to make a run for the hills.” I walk towards the window and look out into the moonlit sky. Levi’s reflection stares at me through the pane.
“How long have you been a vampire?”
I purse my lips, I don’t want to bring it up. In fact, I never had to reach this point in any of my past relationships. As soon as the guys learned I was a vampire, they ran out the door.
“Please, tell me Marissa.”
“I’ve been a vampire for two hundred years.”
His eyes widened. “So you’re two hundred years-old?”
“Actually, two-hundred and twenty-one.”
“You became a vampire when you were twenty-one?”
“How did it happen?”
“I was dating a man named Dimitri. He was older than me, yet he was one of the handsomest men I’ve ever seen. Present company excluded of course.” That pun helped break the solemn mood. “Anyway, I fell in love with Dimitri. I spent all my time at his cottage. He knew the right words and moves to make me weak.”
Tears began to drip as I recalled those dark times.
“One winter night, I was staying at Dimitri’s cottage. We danced and drank wine. There was something different that night, I felt a change in the environment. Before I knew it, Dimitri and I were kissing. That’s all I remembered before I passed out.” She pressed the temple of her forehead against the window. “When I awake the next morning, I felt different. I noticed my skin was pale, then I felt the bite marks on my neck. Then the fatigue set in. I slept all day, then was wide awake at night. A few weeks later, I began developing a taste for blood. That’s when I realized Dimitri had turned me into a vampire.”
“What happened to Dimitri?”
“He was gone by the time I woke up. I never saw him again. I don’t know if he’s alive or dead.” Marissa hoped Dimitri suffered the latter fate.
“As a vampire, have you ever—“
“If you’re talking about if I’ve ever killed anyone, the answer is yes.” Marissa closed her eyes as more tears came. “Just once. It happened shortly after I became a vampire. I felt remorse for what I did that I vowed never to hurt another human being.”
“How do you get your blood?”
“From animals. I know it sounds awful, but—“
“You don’t have to explain.”
Marissa felt Levi’s hand on her back, she gazed up into his brown eyes.
“Marissa, I apologize for the way I reacted.”
“I’d do the same if I found out the person I was dating is a vampire.”
They both chuckled.
“Marissa, I was scared. But after hearing your story, I’m not anymore.” He placed his hand under her chin. “I’d love to be with you.”
“But Levi, I’m immortal and you’re a mortal. What’s going to happen when—“
“We’ll cross that bridge when we get to it.” He stroked her hair. “In the meantime, let’s enjoy our time together.”