Becoming Nora (standard:horror, 546 words)
Author: VertigoMatt	Added: Oct 23 2000	Views/Reads: 4075/2400	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Because Last Night I Died, and today was Born Again

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breate, but you can't, think of your new found freedoms! You have been 
redeemed of all those human limitations. You can be anything you want 
to be -" 

Except Living 

"Except living, you're dead. Now, tomorrow and forever." 

You're cruel. 

"I'm not, I gave you the ability to see new things, explorer new worlds,
dream new dreams." 

I didn't want them. 

"You'll be glad of them, soon enough. Then you will thank me. But now,
it is time to feed." 

I'm not hungry - you feed. 

"I already have - on you." 

What? 

"We drink blood, I have had yours, now it is time for you to have his." 

His pale finger pointed off towards a young man caged, and seemingly in
a deadly coma. As Jessica's eyes fell upon her prey, she could smell 
the sweet blood slide through his veins, she could hear the heartbeat, 
she could see the blood through his skin, and she wanted it. She craved 
it - she needed it. Completely helpless she reached into the cage and 
gripped his neck, bringing it towards her, tilting his head back, she 
sunk her now protruding fangs into the soft flesh, causing the blood to 
spill to the surface, which she slurped into mouth. 

Looking on from the shadows, Riska smirked, watching his prey feed so
rapidly. It was almost to quick for her to be so willing. It was with 
this thought that Riska realized his greatest fear was true. This would 
be a strong one. He feared it. The scent of spilled blood aroused 
Riska, and he was tempted to feed again, yet he withheld, and took 
delight in Jessica's feeding. Jessica would need a new name now. 

"Jessica, you will be called Nora." 

Nora turned around, her eyes black, her long raven hair circling her
slender pale face; the only color was the red blood running down her 
chin. Jessica was dead, and Nora had been given birth. 

Riska recoiled. 


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