I stepped into the house where I once lived in. The house was still covered with the smell of blood. At once, memories of 40 years ago came like a torrent to me.
I was still deep in thought when I felt a presence behind me. I whirled around, and the figure before me took the breath out of me. "Houston?" "… H-how? You are suppose to be…dead."
Houston, a man with eyes as dark as the night and skin as pale as the moon, stood in front of me. He smirked.
40 years ago:
"Houston! Houston," I yelled as I carried Iris into the house.
Houston came out of his room. "What?" He stared at Iris. "A human?"
I rushed up to him. "Please save Iris!"
He inspected her. "What happened to her?"
"I-I don't know… I just thought that her blood must be very sweet… And then…"
"You sucked her blood," Houston finished.
I nodded and gritted my teeth, despising what I did to her. "She's not waking up."
"Don't worry. She is just going through metamorphosis."
"What does that mean?"
He stared at me. "She is changing into a vampire."
For some reason, a part of me felt a sense of joy. "Does that mean, she'll be just like us."
"In a way… She'll have to live by sucking blood, and she'll have eternal health and beauty. But she won't have powers like us."
Suddenly, Iris shifted. I put her down, anticipating her awake. She will be one of us. Her eyes slowly opened. I noticed that her aqua blue eyes were replaced with glowing red eyes. She's one of us. However, I felt like something inside her was disappearing.
She looked at me with no brightness in her eyes and no smile on her face. Her voice came out in a soft whisper. "Who are you?"