A Winter's Memory-9

I held my breath as the memory of snow, as snowflakes took hold. Winter, everything always happened in the Winter. The word vampire held loose on my tung. Soon followed by words of hunting and blood, many things I had heard and said around the vampires, but never said it with a personal meaning. Till now. Yes, I am now 17. Henry has changed me into a vampire, a thing I will be for many years. 1

The snow fell and collapsed, only able to keep its shape for so long. I was on the hunt. A cold beady eyed young vampire, looking, hunting, and finding what I wanted all too quickly. Henry knew I was reckless. He knew I would do many horrid things as a young vampire. He knew what would happen, and never told me. That's the nightmare within the snow. That's the nightmare written in blood. Henry's blood. 2

I was on a hunting frenzy the first night of my change. The thirst so intense, so deep and screaming, no humans blood seemed to stop it. I was rabid and wild at this point. running about leaving a body count that would put even Vlad to shame. After the fourth kill, I smelled Henry. He was tracking me. I knew what he would do, kill me. Eliminating our kind is not smiled upon but I was running around with a blood stained shirt and too long of canines not caring what the humans saw. Arrogant and invincible. I felt every snowflake hit, every icicle tremble, and every breath Henry took.3

There I spotted him, a little boy taking out the garbage on a cold Decembers night. Hoping for presents soon, no doubt. Pale blue eyes and blond hair. His family must be rich. Probably owning the Hotel he just stepped out of. I was about to do him a favor. taking away all needs of garbage, neat suits, and of course, breathing. I wrapped my hand around his mouth as I ran quickly to his side. He looked about seven. The irony was too great, I laughed at this. Then there came Henry out of the shadows. 4

"That laugh, oh that laugh dear Alice, it would frighten even the bats away. Come, you've had enough of your fun, put him down Alice. It's time to go."5

"Henry, he is seven. Why would he want to live his life? He already knows too much Henry. He's seen the blood, heard our talk. Watched you spring from the dark. He knows what there is, now he should die."6

"Alice, die? I could have killed you Alice. Hiding in the dumpsters, at what age, ahhh yes...seven. Fait would not be too kind if you killed him Alice. Leave the boy and come."7

I smelled the boys fear. Felt his eyes move. His tears soak into my bloodied hand. Henry was correct, it would not be fair. 8

"Henry, he knows to much!"9

"Alice, let him be free, live, spread a tall tale of two crazy people by the dumpsters. People will not look upon his story with an open heart. It is all a nightmare to the little one."10

I looked down at the boys hair. Henry was correct again. As always Henry only found sense in killing if the human deserved it. I, no longer human, would never understand it. I felt the boys lips press upon my hand. Whispering to himself no,no, please don't. I then let him go. I slipped my hand from the boys mouth and looked right at Henry. Then collapsed.11

This is when it all get hazy. Henry came to my side. Catching me before my head hit snow. I was on the edge. Slipping between blood lust and coma. I felt arms pick me up like a doll. Cradling me to a chest that held little warmth. Henry. Wait, no. Blood. Blood pumping in veins. Blood lust must have taken over at this point for a found my mouth to his neck. Taking Henry's life. My eyes darting back and forth. A voice calling a distant name. A slight struggle, then a collapse told me my prey was weak and dieing. I pulled more from him, killing him. Was this Henry. My mind was kicking into overdrive, fighting the blood lust. STOP ALICE! My mind was screaming against me. Or was that Henry? Henry? I ripped my mouth from this pale throat and jumped back. Whoever is was fell face forward and wasn't breathing. But were they dead? Vampires need not breath. If this was true, was this Henry? 12

I pushed his black wool coat, the body rolled to its back. 13

Henry.14

Dead.15