"Contessa"

Chapter 1

I woke up in a cold sweat, scared and somewhat lost. I sat up and looked around, to my surprise I was alone in my room. After the dream I just had, I half expected to wake up in a dungeon or a dark hole somewhere. The dream was so haunting, it was the same one I always had, and have had since I was a little girl. This time it seemed a little different though…

I could see more of the man that was chasing me, he was tall and very dark. His dark eyes burned into mine, once they met we were locked into place, he was almost handsome but I felt nothing but fearwhen he spoke. “Come to me sweetness!” he seemed to hiss when he talked and I could tell he wanted me, but what for? I had a feeling I knew him, how was that possible? I was frozen and I couldn’t breathe, just when I think I cant take it anymore, I feel an overwhelming warmth through out my body, I hear soft music in my head and that beautiful voice...

It was him, the only good part of this never ending nightmare! I can hear him calming me with his smooth voice, I could feel him near me. I can’t see him, I can never see him, oh but I want to look at his face. I can smell him, it’s the sweetest smell, like honeysuckle and rosemary. I feel more than his presence, I feel a pull, a connection; love. But then a voice broke through “Contessa, come to me my sweet.”

I began to change, my skin burned, I felt sharp teeth in my mouth. I cried out brushing my lower lip against my teeth, I tasted blood and then instantly an incredible hunger surging through my body like I had never felt before. I smelled blood, there was soo much and it was all around me, I shuddered from the sight. I hate blood. This place was the epitome of death. Was I dying? Was I dead already?

I felt like I was falling…, falling from where? Out of the sky maybe, I feel warm air and nothingness, and who is “Contessa?”

I was safe and sound but I just didn‘t feel safe. I got up and tip toed down the hallway, careful not to wake my parents. I needed to adjust the air, whew, Why is it so chilly in here? Just then I got another chill up my back… What’s going on? I feel so different, something’s off, even more so than usual.

All my life I have felt a little different, don’t know why, I just have. Maybe its my appearance in general, I don’t look like most people, I’m more vibrant somehow. I sat down in front of the mirror looking at my petite frame and fair complexion, the only thing I seemed to have inherited. My skin always looked flawless and tonight it seemed to glow from my small lamp and the moonlight coming through my window. I don’t even remember ever getting a pimple even though I‘m almost twenty one. Weird huh?

My hair was a color unlike any of my friends, it was a bright amber color and when in the light, my long hair seemed to look like it was on fire. I had eyes to match with flakes of gold, that my friends say would burn a hole through you and guys seemed to be mesmerized by them. I guess you could say I was a knockout. I was always self conscious though.

I don’t look like anyone in my family and growing up I constantly asked my parents if I was adopted. Mom would always kiss me on my forehead, place her smooth hands around my face, force me to look into her eyes and whisper “you will always be our baby girl.” It just made me feel so safe.

If I could imagine what an angel would look like, it would be something like my mom, with her long golden blonde hair, blue eyes, petite features, and a smile that would cause Satan to fall to his knees. Sometimes I still catch dad staring at her, its soo cute. My dad didn’t look too bad himself, he’s very tall, with dark hair, dark green eyes and strong features, very business like, but perfect for her.

Thinking about my parents somehow relaxed me as I realized I had grow tired and was ready to go back to sleep. I crawled back in bed, turned on my electric blanket, it was still chilly and before turning out the light, prayed for a good nights sleep. I looked at my alarm clock which said 2:06 in the am. Ugh, well I guess a good “the rest of my night sleep” will suffice. Only four more hours till I have to get up for school. And with that last thought I drifted of into a dreamless sleep.