“…So this isn’t a dream,” I mutter.

“No, Dear, it’s not. You’re very much awake.”

“But I’m… dead.”

“Yes, and no. You’re not like any human anymore. It will take time, but you shall get used to it, eventually. We will teach you everything you need to know as one of our own.”

“Like… what?” I mutter. “I can’t… Sir, I’m…”

“Richard,” he smiles. “You can call me Richard.”

There’s a hint of amusement in his tone, but this is also a real thing. He is giving me permission to call him by his name, a permission I wasn’t sure I had before… It’s like meeting a very old person, and not being sure how familiar you can get with them. Richard’s been… strangely nice to me so far, but it makes me all the more confused. I nod faintly.

“It’s alright to be a bit confused at first,” he continues. “But worry not, Dear. All the answers will come, and… as it so happens, you’ll have all the time you need to get the answers.”

“Do you mean I’m… immortal or something?”

“No, you’re not. But… If you listen to me, and avoid trouble, you will get to live a very, very long time.”

I hesitate. I don’t feel immortal, that’s for sure, but I feel… different. I’m aware the fresh cuts on my wrists should still be bleeding, not already fading into thin scars like they are now. My skin looks a bit different too. It’s hard to notice in the night-blue darkness of the plane, but it seems a couple of shades paler. My veins are slightly more visible, and… wait. The darkness of the plane? I glance up. The lights have been off all along. We’re in the dark, but I can see… perfectly fine.

“Did you notice?” Richard smiles. “Night vision. We tend to forget, but it is quite useful, isn’t it? You’ve become a creature of darkness now, Darling.”

“I am going to grow… claws and fangs?” I scoff.

“Only the fangs,” he chuckles. “The claws are more of an… aesthetical choice.”

His fangs aren’t so obvious that they’d trigger much suspicion, either. In fact, it’s hard enough to look him in the eye as it is, I wouldn’t mind his longer-than-normal canines otherwise… Perhaps it’s a reflex, but he also doesn’t open his mouth enough that I’d see it much either. I try to look for mine with my tongue. I don’t know if they’ve really grown, but my canines do feel sharper… pointier. I wonder what else has changed…

“Then… what?”

“It will come with time,” he said. “Like I said, we’ve got time. Your senses will be what you should listen and follow from now on, Hera. Only your senses. You’ll see that everything is different, when you’re different.”

“That name… Why are you calling me that?” I frown.

“Because you cannot be June anymore,” he says. “You’ve been reborn, child. And especially because you were born in such times, your new life will need to start under a new name, a new identity.”

I do guess it will be hard for me to appear as “June Starr” again… Millions of people knew my name, my face. How am I going to ever be able to step out again? I’m supposed to be dead… I can change my name, but can I really change enough that no one will recognize me? Judging from his attitude, Richard already has something in mind. Taking me to a different continent is probably just the start.

“…Why Hera, though?” I ask. “You could have… let me pick a new name myself.”

“No child chooses their own name.”

That’s a rule for babies, but I’m a full-grown twenty-five year old…

“You don’t like it?”

hate it,” I shrug. “I don’t really care,

get rid of no matter how I tried. Most people hate their name because it doesn’t sound good to them, or because it

you know who

she a

Greek Gods… and her Roman name

It’s not like it will be forgettable, I guess… It’s a bit overwhelming, in fact. Hera Heartgraves… It does sound good, maybe a bit pretentious, but I’ve got no issues with that. I like it a lot better than my previous name, for one. I have no regret throwing June Starr into oblivion,

well aware my opinion doesn’t matter. “Then… what do

his glass. “You need some time away from the media, and

will be more challenging than becoming a… a vampire? I try to take a breath, but it feels unnatural. Well, at least I’m a bit confident in my adaptation skills.

you?” I

should have

vampire,” he smiles, looking

awfully

have trouble meeting vampires as old as I am, Darling. I

to identify “old” vampires,

I frown.

“I can’t say I’ve seen more than a couple of your movies, and to be honest, I

good taste then,”

probably just as

acting skills

surprises me. He takes his cane, his long fingers slowly moving along the Lion’s mane. I don’t answer; I’m the type

you were just passing by

that,”

I might be barely better than average as an actress, but I can detect a lie when I hear and see it. I won’t press it further, though; whatever reasons he had, he’s not telling me. Perhaps it was pity or something…

I feeling so sick?”

in movies? Like… You die and bam, you’re reborn and everything’s fine, glowing skin and all? What the heck is this feeling like all my

body is going through some difficult changes,” explains Richard. “The transformation differs for each individual. Some have

at the same time. I feel feverish, but I can’t feel the cold, it’s a weird sensation. What the heck

I… just die again, or turn into a zombie or

“No. You’ll survive.”

think of something else to ask. It’s hard to ignore the nausea, but at least when we talk,

“Why England?” I groan.

doesn’t it?” He squints his ice-blue

him, shocked. How

to lie about so many things of your past. Things such as your birthplace and birthday don’t seem enough to trigger a

I sigh.

just an attempt at… hiding some stuff I didn’t want to deal with. People were always trying to dig around my family

“Including your mother?”

stiffen involuntarily. Does he know about my mom as well? I grimace. For a woman I barely remember, she sure made herself overwhelmingly present in

about my

a while,” he

we go again. All the press found to talk about was the tragic death of my mother. It was a sensational story at the time, enough to make the headlines on every continent… I didn’t think my own death would be the same, but it does feel like a sad echo. We both died at about the same age, and our last name will be enough for those vultures

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