*Aesthetic Blood* \Ch.1 My Transformation\

*Aesthetic Blood* Ch.1 My Transformation1

Night.....it has always called to me, grasping my soul. I have always found a distinct beauty in darkness. That is why I am here, now, outside in the cold night. The air is icy. It's pureness pierces my throat, cleans my lungs every time inhale. I love it. My name is Alahmorah. I am not a vampyre. At least, not yet. I will be tonight, however. Because tonight is the night of my beautiful transformation. That is another reason why I am outside.  I am on my way to my lover's, my soon-to-be maker's house. I met him five months ago, lurking in the darkness like I am doing now. I was in the forest on a nightly walk. I spotted him on a cliff, looking into the sky, admiring the stars....so beautifully. I was only admiring him, how he seemed cloaked in twilight, elegant and beautiful.  He must have sensed my presence, because he soon rushed off into the forest. I followed him, of course. I followed him for half an hour, venturing deeper into the dark forest. I couldn't see much, but my psychic senses and the moonlight worked together. Finally, he stopped to rest on a huge boulder overlooking a vast lake. "Amethyst Lake" he calls it. I hid behind the boulder, watching him once more. Suddenly, he said "I love looking at the stars, capturing their beauty in my mind.....Don't you, Alahmorah?"  At first I was shocked! How could he know my name? Then, I regained myself. I have telepathy, and he must have it, also. So, I abandoned my little hiding place, and revealed myself to him. "Yes, I adore the stars," I said..."and you" I thought to myself. Then, our friendship blossomed. We talked about the stars, the moon, flowers, the lake, vampyres, and everything, well into the night. By the end of our conversation, we had both already fell in love. Then, he said "I must go. Daylight is approaching soon. I can live in daylight, but it is harsh to my eyes, my delicate skin. I prefer the moonlight." I agreed with him. We bid farewell, and parted. All I thought about on the walk home was him. This sort of thing we did every night You see, I don't have a job, a family, a life...I have a lot of money from my wealthy ancestors. 2

I sleep all day long, and during the night I admire it's beauty....That is how simple I live. I rarely meet other people. I have no idea how my family died. It happened two days after my birth. My parents were the only ones left, both of them orphans. My mom's parents had billions of dollars, from a mystery business. The only thing I know is my parent's names. Jade and Brian Sorant. I have no pictures of them, only money. This doesn't really sadden me....I am a loner, and I have no memory of them. I was brought up by a mysterious man until I was 16. I remember the last words he spoke to me. "You must now study the night. Your transformation draws nearer." His name was Jared. I knew he was a vampyre, and I always wondered if my family consisted of vampyres...that might explain my love of the night. He told me I would learn of my family someday, but that I must learn it on my own...after my transformation. That was four years ago, and I haven't seen him since. I miss him so much. He taught me vast amounts of knowledge. But, I know I will see him someday....after my transformation. So, here I am outside, 20 years old, anticipating the night when my real life begins. The night of my transformation.3

My eyes, glossy from the cold, adjust to the dark quickly. I venture into the forest, the one behind my home, the one in which I met him. My destination is his castle, where he awaits me. I pass by Amethyst Lake, and stop to admire it's crystallized beauty. I look up, to the castle on the cliff. I stare at it, appreciating it, my new home. I walk towards it, my steps quickening, the anticipation growing larger. Finally, I reach the door. It is unlocked, so I enter. I look around, seeing him nowhere....but, I know where he is. The basement, his favorite room in the house. I rush through the vast rooms, making my way to him. I run down the steps to him, careful not to fall, but rushing nonetheless. The door is opened slightly, so I walk in. There he stands in beauty. I smile and admire all his features. He is tall, his pure, white skin untouched by the harsh sun, and instead embraced by twilight. His face, so handsome....smooth, pale lips, the softest thing I've ever kissed. His dark, wise eyes are black and purple, and in them his love for me is proclaimed. His straight posture, long, flat stomach, broad chest....invoke my touch. He is strong, but his body doesn't overly flaunt it. His name-Aric. "Hello, my beauty." he proclaims. I gently close the door and approach him. We embrace, fitting together as if we were made specifically for each other, our lips meeting in glee. I hold him. "I am ready." "I know," he says, "I can see it in your face, in your body language. I think you are more than ready...and, so am I. I long to share eternity with you, my love, exploring the beauty of the earth." I smile. No more words are needed, our intentions are declared. My eyes lock with his. He grabs my hand, caressing it, kissing me gently, my wrist exposed. He kisses my vein, but moves instead to my neck.4

We hold each other, my head to the side, awaiting his bite. I feel his breath on my neck, getting warmer as he draws closer. His fangs enter, and I twitch gently from the insertion. It is painful, yes, but he sends me images of love that act as an anesthetic for the pain. My eyes go out of focus, blurring everything. My breathing slows, and I slowly drift off as he drinks more deeply, until I pass out.5