Bitten (Book #3 of the Vampire Legends). Emma Knight
her pace.
As she approached him, she could see him looking at her disapprovingly. She hesitantly walked up to him and waited to see what he had to say.
“The reason that you fell is because you tried to run with your feet, and you tried to chase the deer with your body. You are still stuck on a physical level. What you fail to realize is that your body will always fail you. You don’t catch a deer with your body, you catch it with you mind. The more that you try to will yourself to achieve something, the less you will. What you need to realize is that there is no separation between you and the deer. In the physical world there is separation, but in the spiritual world, there is none. Don’t chase the deer, feel the deer. Don’t try to run after it. Let your legs carry you there. See it in your mind, and it will be.”
He stopped speaking and looked at her in silence, waiting for her to comprehend his lesson.
The coach stared back, pointed towards the woods, and sternly said, “Try again!”
She turned her body to face the deer again, which had migrated back into the woods. She began with Mind Vision and pulled the deer back out into the open. She felt a surge run through her body which she had never felt before. She didn’t stop to think about, knowing that could be the difference between her achieving her goals and remaining a novice vampire forever. She let her legs carry her quickly towards the deer.
Her body seemed to morph into warp animal speed as she leapt across the field at a pace she never knew she could achieve. She felt her long sharp fangs begin to protrude as she leapt onto the deer. She sank her long fangs into the deer’s neck and killed it.
It fell to the ground as she kneeled beside, it draining the blood into her wide-open mouth. The taste of the blood hitting her tongue was better than anything she had tasted before and the feeling of the excess blood dripping out of her mouth was like heaven to her.
When she finished licking the blood off the final leg bone, she turned to see all the other young vampires had already finished, and were back in line where they had started. She had become so entranced by her first feeding, she didn’t stop to realize that everyone was waiting for her, watching her as she tasted her first victim.
The coach looked over at her and yelled, “Let’s go Rachel, we don’t have all day here.”
Jumping to her feet she yelled back, “Coming, sorry!”
She ran back and stood in line next to another girl about her age with black curly hair, hazel brown eyes and pale skin. The girl looked over at her, looked her up and down and then smiled at her. Suddenly, Rachel felt like she might have a friend at this place. She didn’t quite know who these other people were, or why they were here, but she didn’t question it at that moment; she enjoyed the friendly exchange and smiled back.
She watched as the coach looked down at his watch and then up into the foggy dawn sky and then said, “We need to be quick for this next lesson. We have .25 hours until the sun rises and we will die here on this field if you do not listen carefully.”
She looked back in horror as the words came out of his mouth. Suddenly she vaguely remembered that Benji had mentioned something to her about not going out into the sun without a special lotion. She hadn’t given it thought up until that moment, because, well, she didn’t have to, but now this was a matter of life and death and she was working against the clock.
“I will teach you how to apply Hex Lotion,” the coach said, reaching into a large black duffle bag that sat at his feet. Then he pulled out a handful of white tubes of lotion and threw them at all the young vampires, each catching them at lightning speed.
She looked down at the nondescript bottle and began to twist off the cap as she heard the coach yell in a stern voice, “Don’t open it until I say so. This is not a toy and you must never mess around with Hex Lotion. It can only be applied five minutes before the sun rises, not a minute sooner and not a minute later.”
She quickly re-screwed the cap back on and then looked down at her purple watch in an attempt to set the timer—but it still read “error code.” Holding the bottle down by her side, she waited for the next set of instructions from the coach. The group stood there silently as he continuously checked his watch and looked up at the rising sun.
“We have three minutes before we can open the cap. Now, listen up! You only have one shot at getting this right so heed my words and don’t make a mistake.”
Rachel couldn’t take her eyes off the coach. She hung on his every word, her heart beating out of her chest with nervousness and excitement.
“Two minutes!” he yelled out. “Place both of your hands on the bottle – one holding the tube and one on the cap, ready to unscrew it.”
She prepared herself trying to get the exact grip the coach explained.
“One minute! Everyone must be ready, this is not a drill.”
Standing there in a near panic she waited, counting down the seconds until he would speak again.
“OPEN!” he yelled, as he and the rest of the young vampires began unscrewing their caps.
“Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,” Rachel was saying under her breath as she fumbled with the cap. “I’m gonna die, this can’t be happening.”
“Shh!” the girl next to her said. “Be quiet, he’s telling us what to do!”
She looked over and gave her an apologetic look and then tuned to the coach.
“Quickly squeeze out a dime sized amount onto your palm and rub it between both of your hands. That is ALL you will need,” he stressed.
“When you have done that, begin applying it to your skin. Don’t miss a spot. Any spot you miss WILL singe off once the sun rises.”
She watched as everyone began lathering up. It was similar to putting on suntan lotion, she thought, yet very different. She knew any spot she missed would singe off, unlike a missed spot of SPF. She rubbed frantically her arms, legs, face, ears, behind her ears, her eye lids, nose, lips, scalp, legs, knees, feet and toes, making sure not to miss a speck of skin. She then looked up and waited for the coach to give out the next instructions.
Then, all of a sudden she felt her skin become hard, almost like a helmet. She held her arm out and watched the transformation take place. Her skin glazed over and turned a bright shade of white. She could see the lotion taking effect. Thankfully, she didn’t see any part of her skin remaining as the color transformation took place in front of her eyes.
“Help!” yelled out one of the young vampires. “My finger, it didn’t harden! What do I do?”
The coach just stood there, shaking his head and then looking up at the quickly rising sun. “There’s no time, say goodbye to your finger.”
“No! Wait! Stop!” he yelled back. “Fix it!”
“What is done, is done,” the coach said back in a calm, deep voice.
“Come, please help!” he said, but the coach just stood in place and waited.
Within seconds the field was overtaken by his shrieking, then a loud singing noise, followed by smoke and the sight of his finger disintegrating right before them. The group of young vampires watched as his pinky finger was singed off by the light of the sun and then as if by magic, the stump healed itself in front of their eyes.
“Let this be a lesson to all of you,” the coach said. “One misstep and it could mean the end.”
Rachel stood there, and her eyes and her mouth hung wide open. She couldn’t believe what had just happened. Nobody said a word for what felt like days as they all stood there on the field, silently reflecting. Everybody kept to themselves and nobody dare look around. The mood of the group grew tense and somber.
“We will end here for the day,” the coach said. “Be back here at 6AM tomorrow morning.”
Before she could even think about what she was