All Alone: Chapter 1, Part 1

All alone, all alone.  I don't know who I am.  I woke up in the dark, a crypt.  A grave.  I'm not dead, I breath, I have a pulse.  I bleed.  He comes, and I bleed.  He cuts me or bits me and licks the blood, he put me in this crypt.  I was walking home, I can't remember what I was doing out.  Someone grabbed me from behind, I woke up bleeding and in a grave. He never says anything.  Never.1

He touches me, my hair and stuff.  He washes my face and hair.  Cleans and files my nails, and teeth.  He sharpens my teeth to be like his.  His are whiter.  He brings me food and things to drink.  I'm beginning to taste blood in everything.  I think he's trying to get me used to the taste.  I don't remember what happened to me.2

I am male, pale, can't remember my age.  Or my name.  Or my life.  I don't even know if I was indeed "walking home."  I need...release.  I'm caged.  I'm prey.  His prey.  And I don't even know who "he" is...3

He talked today, after he bled me.  He said, "I will ask permission to change you, love."  "Love?"  "Love doesn't exist among my kind, so don't breath too much into it."  "Who am I?"  "You are either dead or changed."  "Who was I?"  "It doesn't matter, you can never go back; I own you now.  I will give you a name soon enough."  "What do you mean?"  He's silent again.  I know he won't answer no matter what I say, so I'm silent also.  He's gone, I'm alone.  But, then again, I'm always alone, even with him next to me.  4

What's going on?  I remember this creature, facts about its kind.  Incoherent, all of them.  I can't remember the name.  He wants me to be one like him.  His fledgling, I guess.  I wish I had music and my Charlie-bear.  However, I do not know who or what Charlie is or was anymore.  He's very loyal and would never hurt me, my subconscious lets me in on that.  So one thing is finally certain:  This creature, whatever its name or kind, is not the Charlie I miss so...5

He came back with two friends.  They looked me over like I was a slave they were looking to purchase, while he stood, leaning against a wall.  The one with fire hair scared me, then touched his lips to mine; the one with ocean hair seemed interested in how strong I was.  The one with night hair, him, watched from his wall, still silent.  The fire one smiled, the ocean too.  My night smiled, "You are to be changed."  The ocean and the night went to the other side of the crypt and talked in a language I don't understand, leaving me alone with the fire.  He touched our lips again, then sank his razor-sharp pearl teeth into my left wrist.  Night and ocean looked; night was hiding concern, ocean told me, "You shouldn't play with fire."  They both smiled and turned away, continuing that non-existent language.  Then everything goes black for me.  Is it blood loss?6

I woke up in a soft bed.  I tried to move, but couldn't.  "Don't try to move, you're too weak from being changed."  I try to look around, but it's dark.  "Night, is that you?"  "What are you..."  He laughs, "You don't know your master's name, so you identify him by his hair."  "Yes."  "Well then, you can call me Earth and yourself Twilight."  "What?"  "Sleep."  I sleep, everything goes black.  What is happening...I know because I was warned; but I can't remember anything!7

They told me their names, and mine.  Night, with his black hair, is Wish, a strange name, but the one that was given to him.  Fire, who's watching me write, is really Leon.  Ocean, again talking with Night Wish, is Cannon.  Finally, Earth, whose hair turned out to be green,  is named Magali.  He, Magali, is the kindest.  He keeps Leon a safe distance away from me just by his presence.  And my name, my new name, is Michail.  It sounds a little French; am I French?  And Magali Earth said about me being Twilight; my hair is purple.  I don't remember my hair being purple, but then again, I don't remember anything and I have been in the dark for a long while...8

To be continued...9