Where Darkness Thrives - Part III

"What?" He said, shocked and wary.
I rolled my eyes. "I hate repeating myself. Don't make me repeat myself. You, are, going, to, die." I replied slowly, annoyed.
He looked at me like I'm crazy. "Who are you?" He asked again.
"My name is Darla, and yours?"
"Jeremy." He said with a straight face, but I could tell he was lying.
"Tell the truth." I advised. "And this will go much faster."
"Merrick."
"Good, now I can get on to killing you."
"Wait, what? No!" He yelled, his eyes darting to and fro, searching for an exit.

He was seriously starting to annoy me. "First off, I'm standing in front of the only exit; there is no way you can escape. I'm going to shove this dagger into your heart, but you won't really die, you'll become a vampire."

He swallowed hard. "You're insane."
I shrugged. "Maybe I am. I'm sure you'll have a different opinion if I let you live until later, I guess we'll just have to wait and see." I stepped forward. He stepped back. I stepped forward; he darted to the side, trying to reach the door. Quicker than a cobra I grabbed him, holding the point of the dagger right where his heart should be.

He closed his eyes. "Just do it." He whispered shakily, though he was trying to be brave.
I licked my lips. "With pleasure." I shoved it in, deep. He gasped, eyes flying open, and fell to the floor as I let go of him.

"I'll be back in a few hours, by then you should be ready to feed."

- Merrick's POV

Darla turned and left, as I gasped for air through the pain radiating through my whole body. My heart was burning, and slowly but surely it was spreading to my limbs. The silver dagger was still burrowed deeply in my heart, only it's jewel-encrusted handle protruding. With great difficulty, I got my hand around it, and pulled on it weakly. It didn't budge. The fire was still spreading; I was helpless to stop it. The world was blurring. I closed my eyes, but all I could see was red, like dancing flames. I opened my eyes again, the sight of red was making my eyes burn too, and I couldn't stand that. I couldn't help recalling Darla's words; she said she was making me a vampire. Was that possible? Were there really vampires? I didn't know, I guess I'd find out.

The pain was terrible, and I was impatient for it to be over with, I just wanted to die already, or, if Darla was right and not a complete psycho, become a vampire. Despite the burning, I kind of liked the idea; I'd always enjoyed hurting people, though no one knew it. Whenever I did something, the adults wrote it off as an accident. My brother's hamster... 'ran away'. The neighbor's dog, 'hit by a car'. The thought of drinking someone's blood... killing them... it actually made my mouth water, if I wasn't in so much pain, I'd go rip someone's throat out, vampire or not. I was dying, and I had a lot to think about, things I regretted, things I wish I could have done one last time. My family...

I didn't even know if they'd miss me. I was trouble, always getting into fights, smoking, doing drugs. But hey, that was all going away now. I was going to die, as soon as the suffering was over, I'd be gone. That was my last thought before the flames intruded and burned away the remainder of my thoughts, taking over.