Alina
“You’re transitioning into a vampire.”
I didn’t think the words had sunk in yet.
Erick was currently on the phone, talking a mile a minute and in languages that didn’t quite exist in the Earthly vocabulary, while I sat on our bed, staring at my hands as if I’d magically found the answers to what happened tonight written on them.
This was a first for me. I was never the person to stay this quiet in the eye of the storm. Usually, I would just faint, but today, I felt a strange sense of calmness that was so unlike myself that I kept on wondering exactly how long it’ll take for the words to sink in or if it ever would.
“You’re transitioning into a vampire.”
“Alina?” Erick’s voice was gentle and careful as if approaching a panicked wild animal that was outwardly calm but could turn into a hissing monster at any instant.
“It hasn’t really set in yet, Erick,” I told him, turning my hand over. “I don’t know what to feel.”