Blood like fire, burning and churning in her veins.
The beat like a drum, driving me insane.
Her hair on her neck, soft curls of caramel
shielding her from me.
Nowhere to turn, no choice but to burn,
Her soft curls of caramel.
I wasn’t prepared that day. I really wasn’t. I wanted nothing but to go home. Nothing this loud could have fit in my life there. Oh well.
It just came to me. I didn’t ask for it. I didn’t even want it at the time. It was just there. I was leaving for school, not to go destroy the world. A small box was sitting on the doorstep. It was red with three dark crimson lines scratched across the top. It sort of made an upside-down triangle, like this: \|/ . I instantly smelled something salty, something intoxicating. I picked up the box, realizing it was heavier than I had expected. I traced my fingers over the lines, feeling something warm and wet. I inspected my now red fingers and decided what the substance was . Blood. Fresh blood. Hours old. I decided a box covered in fresh blood on my doorstep was more important than school and stepped back into my house. The woman was there again, standing in the kitchen, watching me. She had short brown hair and gray eyes. She looked nothing like me.
“Are you going to school today?” she asked. I didn’t answer. I never answered to strangers. Unfortunately, everyone was a stranger. I’m sure the woman thinks I’m a mute. She took a step closer.
“I know you can hear me,” she whispered. I stared at her. I could hear her, but she wasn’t supposed to know that. Dangit.
“I know you can hear me, and I want you to know this. I am your mother. You are my daughter. Your name is Sarah Janie Motes. You have blue eyes and blonde hair that turns brown at the curls. You ran away as a girl and were attacked. You lost your mind and stopped talking. You think you are someone you’re not. You think you are something you are not.” I smiled. This woman was funny.
She thought I was human, but I am not. My name is Lyria. I am young, and I am lost. I have dark red eyes and blindingly white hair. I am not human.
* * *
I ran up the stairs to her room. I shut the door behind me, leaning against it to keep that human from entering. I looked around my hideous room. Everything was purple. Purple walls, purple bed, purple desk. It didn’t help much that Sarah really liked sparkles. Of any person to transfer into, why did I have to pick her?
I stood on the purple desk and pulled open the flap on the ceiling. Shoving the box up first, I hoisted myself into the attic. It was dark and quiet, with a small window in the corner. I loved it in there.
I traced my fingers over the side of the box, trying to find the lid. Instead, I found a small button. I cracked my knuckles and pushed the button. The top of the box slowly flipped open, revealing a small foam-filled compartment. Surrounded by the foam was a beautifully sharp dagger. It had a straight, blood-red blade and a silver hilt. I lightly slid my finger over the side of the blade, admiring the craftsmanship. A screen on the inside of the lid flickered on. A small Shadow sat calmly with her hands folded in her lap. She looked like me, white hair and dark red eyes. She didn’t seem to notice me.
“We’ve landed,” she said. “They think we’re coming for them. They think we want blood.” She giggled. I set down the dagger, trying to figure out the Shadow’s words. We didn’t want human blood, we wanted human bodies. Perhaps the humans thought the molecular transfer was us drinking their blood? How comical.
“Three,” she whispered, “There shall only be three. The rest shall die. You are the first.” An image of Sarah Motes flickered onto the screen, her soft curls of caramel shielding her neck.
“He is the second.” An image of a teenage boy appeared on the screen. He had shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. He was stretching his lips across his teeth, apparently showing some emotion called happiness.
“She is the third.” I saw a young girl sitting on a rock. She was significantly younger than the other two, with bright red pigtails and small dots of pigment across her nose. I would enjoy turning her.
“You will destroy the humans. Earth will now become a colony of the Shadows. None will survive.” The screen cut off, leaving me with nothing but a dagger and the scent of blood in my nose. Wait, blood? The intoxicating aroma filled my body. I followed it down into the kitchen, where the woman was sucking on her finger. She pulled it out, revealing a small cut. She looked up at me and smiled.
“Going to school now, are we?” she said, smiling. She saw my dagger and her grin quickly faded. “Where’d you get that?” she asked. The smell of her blood filled me, and I swung the dagger, turning the woman to ash. My eyes widened with surprise. I didn’t know we had daggers that could do that. I stepped over the pile, cleaning my blade with a dish towel. This world will become my people’s new home, and nothing will stand in my way.