08-12-2018, 10:11 PM
[align=center][div style="width: 45%; text-align: justify; font-size: 9pt; letter-spacing: -1px; font-family: verdana;color:white;"]who was he? the boy didn’t know. all he knew was that he was extremely lightheaded, and that there were a few people around him, laughing and talking. he groaned, leaning back in his seat and closing his eyes. it felt like he was gaining feeling in waves, pain washing over him every few seconds, leaving him unsure of what the people nearby were doing. at least they seemed to stop talking, but his ears were ringing and he could barely really hear them, anyways. it seemed like everything hurt more with each passing second.
one of the people must have had their hands on him, because the boy was now upright, although he stumbled into the grasp of another person, and then his vision went white.
an unknown amount of time went by, and he was back in a sitting position, head against the wall. while his eyesight was still beyond blurry, he could make out the two faces in front of him as having equal parts amusement and worry. [color=floralwhite]“feel alright, youngblood?” one of them asked, leaning forward and placing their hand on his shoulder. the boy didn’t respond, out of a multitude of factors, including pain and not even knowing how to answer the question. it felt deceptively complex.
the previously silent one laughed, and the boy noticed a red substance covering the laughing one’s face, especially around his mouth. and maybe his eyesight was lying to him, but he swore he saw fangs. the former shushed the latter, though, and the air seemed to go dead. they were still expecting him to answer.
[color=floralwhite]“youngblood..?” the boy slurred in reply. his throat was so sore that he could barely get the word out, and just saying it prompted a horrible coughing fit. his vision seemed to leave him slightly more with each hacking cough, and was left barely able to see by the time he got himself under control. the two were talking to him, but he couldn’t hear at that point. not that he figured he would’ve listened to them, anyways.
a day went by.
the room was too bright, a lamp and a television keeping everything about as bright as possible. some cartoon was on the tv, too loud, too annoying, too much. while he wasn’t sure who he was, exactly, his memory had been returning enough for him to know that the room was definitely not his, even if he was told his belongings were there. everything was still too painful to bear, but he at least had a room to himself.
he was still trying to wrap his brain around the proceedings. apparently, he was friends with a small group of vampires, and had let them turn him. what he didn’t know was that it would hurt.
one of them, what was their name, entered the room slowly, holding a glass of red liquid. the boy moved to the corner of his bed, cradling his head in his hands as whatstheirface sat down beside him. [color=floralwhite]“you look incredible dumb, youngblood,” they said, giving him the cup of blood. he took it and drank it quickly, trying to stop himself from thinking about how weird it tasted. it was intensely disgusting, but was really the only solace to all of the pain. he licked his lips and handed the glass back to whatstheirface. they stood up and began to walk out.
even if it hurt to, the boy couldn’t help but talk. [color=floralwhite]“what’s my name? i... i still don’t remember it,” he croaked. whatstheirface turned on their heel and looked to him, mouth hanging open as if he wasn’t sure exactly how to respond.
[color=floralwhite]“it's your choice of what it is, youngblood,” they said.
[color=floralwhite]“but—”
[color=floralwhite]“when you feel like you deserve a name, kiddo, give yourself a name.” they walked out and closed the door. disappointed, the boy sighed, lay down on the bed, and stared at the too-bright wall until he fell asleep, which never really ended up happening.
one of the people must have had their hands on him, because the boy was now upright, although he stumbled into the grasp of another person, and then his vision went white.
an unknown amount of time went by, and he was back in a sitting position, head against the wall. while his eyesight was still beyond blurry, he could make out the two faces in front of him as having equal parts amusement and worry. [color=floralwhite]“feel alright, youngblood?” one of them asked, leaning forward and placing their hand on his shoulder. the boy didn’t respond, out of a multitude of factors, including pain and not even knowing how to answer the question. it felt deceptively complex.
the previously silent one laughed, and the boy noticed a red substance covering the laughing one’s face, especially around his mouth. and maybe his eyesight was lying to him, but he swore he saw fangs. the former shushed the latter, though, and the air seemed to go dead. they were still expecting him to answer.
[color=floralwhite]“youngblood..?” the boy slurred in reply. his throat was so sore that he could barely get the word out, and just saying it prompted a horrible coughing fit. his vision seemed to leave him slightly more with each hacking cough, and was left barely able to see by the time he got himself under control. the two were talking to him, but he couldn’t hear at that point. not that he figured he would’ve listened to them, anyways.
a day went by.
the room was too bright, a lamp and a television keeping everything about as bright as possible. some cartoon was on the tv, too loud, too annoying, too much. while he wasn’t sure who he was, exactly, his memory had been returning enough for him to know that the room was definitely not his, even if he was told his belongings were there. everything was still too painful to bear, but he at least had a room to himself.
he was still trying to wrap his brain around the proceedings. apparently, he was friends with a small group of vampires, and had let them turn him. what he didn’t know was that it would hurt.
one of them, what was their name, entered the room slowly, holding a glass of red liquid. the boy moved to the corner of his bed, cradling his head in his hands as whatstheirface sat down beside him. [color=floralwhite]“you look incredible dumb, youngblood,” they said, giving him the cup of blood. he took it and drank it quickly, trying to stop himself from thinking about how weird it tasted. it was intensely disgusting, but was really the only solace to all of the pain. he licked his lips and handed the glass back to whatstheirface. they stood up and began to walk out.
even if it hurt to, the boy couldn’t help but talk. [color=floralwhite]“what’s my name? i... i still don’t remember it,” he croaked. whatstheirface turned on their heel and looked to him, mouth hanging open as if he wasn’t sure exactly how to respond.
[color=floralwhite]“it's your choice of what it is, youngblood,” they said.
[color=floralwhite]“but—”
[color=floralwhite]“when you feel like you deserve a name, kiddo, give yourself a name.” they walked out and closed the door. disappointed, the boy sighed, lay down on the bed, and stared at the too-bright wall until he fell asleep, which never really ended up happening.
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