The Dark Secret of the CEO by Sofia de Orellana

“…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, to

it stuck to me like a tattoo I couldn’t get rid of no matter how I tried. Most people hate their name because it doesn’t sound good to them, or because it relates to something stupid, someone who outshines them. Not me. I hated my name because it just

know who Hera is?”

a Greek

of the Greek Gods… and her

related to mine. 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, but I’m not sure I’m ready

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

some time away from the media, and to get

vampire… Does that mean getting familiar with his… family 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. I am… I mean, was an actress after all. Damn, what am I going to do now? I literally left everything behind in New York City. And

are you?” I ask

I should have started

vampire,” he smiles, looking

awfully vague,” I groan, a new

he says, sipping his wine. “You’ll have trouble meeting vampires as old as I am, Darling. I hope you don’t, for

supposed to identify “old” vampires, when

you choose to turn me?” I frown. “Are you a fan or

can’t say I’ve seen more than a couple

taste

They were probably just as joyfully torn apart

skills were good,

moving along the Lion’s mane. I don’t answer; I’m the type who just gets clueless and speechless when I get a compliment…

just passing by and decided

like that,” he

further, though; whatever reasons he had, he’s not telling me. Perhaps it

am I feeling so sick?” I groan after a

You die and bam, you’re reborn and everything’s fine, glowing skin and all? What the heck is this feeling

for each individual. Some have it quick and easy, for others, it can take a

through a hangover, a flu, and a gastroenteritis all at the same time. I feel feverish, but I can’t

fail?” I suddenly worry. “Can I… just die again, or turn

“No. You’ll survive.”

seems amused. Well, it couldn’t hurt to ask… I need to think of something else to ask. It’s hard

“Why England?” I groan.

really bothers you, doesn’t it?” He squints

shocked. How

me,” he said. “I’m just curious why you were so adamant to lie about

I sigh.

always trying to dig around my family and my private life. I just didn’t feel like giving them more

“Including your mother?”

well? I grimace. For a woman I

about my

made the headlines for a while,” he simply

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