Hunger. That was the first emotion that came to her senses, her head finally cleared of the blankness only sleep could provide. Well, in this case it was passing out. But why? Andelyn couldn't remember. It was frightening. Why had her memory disappeared? No matter how hard she tried, nothing came back to her. A sigh left her lips as she turned over on her side, the feel of dirt beneath her freshly manicured nails raising even more suspicions. Aside from her absentee memory, Andelyn had other concerns like where she was and the pain in her neck. Oh how it throbbed. Had someone hurt her? It certainly seemed to be a reasonable inquiry, one that would support her evidence-the memory loss, the pain in her neck, and unknown whereabouts.
Throughout all this her eyes had remained closed as if she were afraid to open them and in all honesty she was. Who could blame her? Definitely no one who had even one active brain cell, still her intellect got the better of her. Realizations and ideas sprang to her mind like bees to a honeycomb. There was no way she would get answers to her questions like this and there was a lot she wanted to ask, answers she needed to free herself with the truth. That was what her mother had always said. Her mother. There was something she needed to remember about her mother and not just her her father too.
Her parents. Another spark of recognition at thoughts of them. Suddenly, it all came rushing back to her. She was in the backseat of her dad's brand new truck, cowering as a vampire began to tear her parents bodies apart. It went for her mother first. The necklace Andelyn had recently bought her flew into the backseat, drops of blood spattering the golden clasp. Her dad had tried to save her mother but he was no match for the creature and soon he became a victim, too. Paralyzed with fear, the blonde curled up in a ball prepared to die. The pain of his fangs entering her neck was excruciating. She could feel her blood leaving her body, hear her pulse becoming thready, weak. Couldn't he snap her neck and then feed on her? Obviously not. He enjoyed this, she knew that from the sounds of utter delight he was making. It came as a shock to her when he pulled away, bit into his own wrist and placed it to her lips. "Drink." he ordered.
Blood. His blood. She had no idea how a vampire was made, but she was pretty sure if he was going to kill her he wouldn't be giving her his blood. If Andelyn had her way about it, she wouldn't be drinking anything. But it was like she could hear her mother's voice urging her to comply with his order, that somehow, someway this would benefit her. Time seemed to drag on until finally, he tore his wrist away from her mouth and flung her beside her mothers lifeless body, vanishing into the woods. Biting her lip, she suppressed a sob, her trembling fingers finding her mothers, holding onto her hand tightly as she waited for the end; one that never came. Instead she found herself experiencing the sting of another vampires fangs, another round of being fed vampire blood. The only difference was she fought it this time. Her body struggled at first, trying to break free from his steel grasp, to get back to the bodies of the two people she loved most in the world, even though they were clearly dead. After awhile she stopped fighting him, her body slipping into a comfortable state of nothingness.
Her blue orbs flashed open, a bloodcurdling scream echoing throughout the night as she began to dig her way out of the earth. After what seemed liked forever, she freed herself, her lungs gasping for air. Home. She needed to get home. No, there wasn't anything left for her there. She needed to get to her aunt's loft. Maybe she would know what to do. Pushing back the burning in her throat, she started for the main road, continuing to deny what she already knew-that she was a vampire now.
