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The rain fell melodically on the glass of the window, and Aisha stared out from where she sat on her hospital bed, watching the murky afternoon roll on. The beeps of her heart monitor accompanied the pattering of rain drops, as the only other sound in the dim room. Aisha had had no visitors today, except for her nurse, who came once on Aisha's request, and the second time for coax her into taking two enormous pills. Needless to say, she was lonely, and bored. A deadly combination on a rainy day.

Aisha couldn't remember a time when she wasn't sick, a day that wasn't passed watching others rush through their lives. Going where they wanted, seeing who they wished, loving anyone they could. The thought used to make her sad, but now there was only a dull ache, and a subtle longing. This small hospital room, and the few rooms she was aloud to visit when she was up for it, had become her reality.

The walls had been littered with her drawings, intricate ink and water color sketches, and many flowering plants lined the table by her window. A plethora oh stuffed animals lay on her bed, given to her by a few visitors and a couple of nurses. Her condition had worsened in the last few days, leaving her unable to enjoy wandering the halls, and visiting other patients. She often brought them drawings or flowers, sitting and chatting, laughing with them, until sometimes she would show up at their door, to find an empty room.

Aisha wrapped her arms around on of the larger ones, a furry white rabbit she had fondly named Vanilla. A bit of her hair fell into her face as she rested her chin a top its head, her dark eyes scanning the line of nearly barren trees in the parking lot. Aisha closed her eyes and leaned back, wondering if this was to be her day. She began to think of her brother, her last surviving relative, and though not much older than her, had thrown away all his hopes and dreams to take care of her. She felt a twinge of pain in her chest, and she furrowed her dark brows. 'If only I were well...,' she thought, closing her eyes, the dull ache in her chest not going away.

Aisha's eye popped open at the sound of her name, and turned look at the man in the doorway. Her face was suddenly flooded with warmth and excitement, and she propped herself up as hastily as she could. "Lancaster come in! Oh you don't know how glad I am to see you!" Aisha motioned excitedly for him to come in, as she practically radiated with happiness. "I've been well," she chirped, her lips curling into a smile, "And you? Good? I hope good." Lancaster has been one of her most frequent visitors, aside from her brothers and the nurses. He often made his rounds at the hospital, never forgetting to stop by Aisha's room. The young girl couldn't describe how happy this surprise visit made her, but it couldn't be any more obvious than the expression on her face.

Suddenly, Aisha erupted with a fit coughs, covering her mouth with her hands as she folded in two. Each cough shook her tiny body, and the pain was enough to cause tears to well up in her eyes. Once she had finally stopped, Aisha slowly looked up at Lancaster, her eyes wide and apologetic. "Sorry about that, " she said, her voice coarse, " That was probably my fault for getting up too fast." A light laugh escaped her lips as she rubbed her watery eyes. Aisha looked down at her sweater, startled to find 3 drops of crimson blood, fresh against the pale fabric. She quickly rolled up her sleeve, the beeping on her heart monitor speeding up slightly. "I really am glad you came, " she said, settling down into her pillows, her smile a little weary now.

A soft nervous chuckle escaped Aisha's lips, and she looked up at Lancaster through her eyelashes. He always had a way of making her feel better, no matter how her dad had went. Lancaster was a serious faced man, but with a kind disposition. Aisha admired him for visiting as often as he did, and the other patients where more than grateful. "I've been better...but i'm marvelous now that your here," she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear," I slept so much...I almost forget how lonely being awake is!"

Lonely. The word felt like a sting. It wasn't something she wanted to feel, nor was it something she had really understood until this moment. Usually she could ignore it, get lost in her thoughts, pretend she wasn't dying. The pain in her chest ached worst than before, and Aisha winced slightly. She struggled to keep her tears from welling, and feigned a small smile. "Nope just me and vanilla today! Except for a nurse or two....," Aisha paused, biting her lip, "I don't know how much longer i'll be living here...so im happy you visit so often."

Aisha sat silently for a moment, burning a hole into her lap. "Lancaster I...," she paused again, her eyes shifting from left to right, "whats it like to be...like you?" The wavering in her voice must have been obvious, but Aisha had to ask. The question had been itching at the back of her mind for weeks now. It was no mystery what Lancaster was to her, a vampire, a creature of the night. It had startled even her how calm the idea had been to her, and also how inviting. The strength and freedom was a mystery to her, but possibly, it could be to key to her survival.

Aisha's dark wide eyes traced ever inch of Lancasters face, reading as many emoion as she cool from the times and creases in his skin. She often did this when she was waiting for an important answer, and she almost always could tell from ones expression what the answer was going to be. Lancaster was a bit more difficult than most, but still readable. Still, this time, it Aisha who was furrowing her brows.

From what she knew about vampires, which was very little, Aisha could tell it was serious business. The only vampire she had ever met was Lancaster, who she trusted and admired, but sinister rumors circled around their kind like flies. There was also no avoiding it, blood was their main source of life. The idea of becoming a vampire had burrowed its way inside her after she had known Lancaster was one, and the allure only grew stronger as time passed. She had never been afraid, apprehensive, but never afraid.

Aisha listened intensely to every word Lancaster said, blinking her wide eyes in thought. "What would it take to....," she paused, " become someone like you?" She could till by his expression, Lan already knew what she ment to ask. He could probably smell the longing on her it was so strong, and see it writen all over her face. "Is it better if the person is willing?" She couldn't help it anymore, she wanted to be free from the shackles of her mortality as strongly as a butterfly from a cacoon. "...because im willing..." her voice was fast and whispered, and she had began to twirl a lock of her hair around one of her pale, thin fingers.

Aisha listened tentatively, hardly taking the time to blink. She could feel Lancasters pain, read it plainly on his face. Guilt. It was an oddly powerful emotion, stronger it seemed, than fear. Aisha couldn't tell if she was afraid or not, her emotions rushing and twirling together in glorious chaos. It was strange, but the idea of death had always been seemingly taboo in this culture, but to her, it was always a reality. It tapped lightly at her left shoulder everyday, with every cry of pain she felt as her body consumed itself. Aisha felt a shudder race up her spine as she thought of what this meant. Feeding on human blood. Could she stand it? Was she strong enough to embrace what it meant to be someone like Lancaster?

A slow, cold feeling burrowed in her chest, her mind racing like the heart of a deer. She didn't what to die, that was for sure. Even after all the years of pain, she had never once wanted to die. Aisha thought of her brother, of all the things she wanted to do, and how desperately she wanted to do them. It was obvious, the path of a vampire was not going to be easy, but what were her options? Die frail and alone in this hospital room, with pain on her every breath? No. She would not be the "dying girl" any longer. This was the one time she had the option to take fate in her own hands, to have a choice, and Aisha was going to take it.


"I have sacrificed 19 years of my life to weakness," she paused, a sort of resolution hung on every word, "I want to take this chance, Lancaster....I don't want to be in pain anymore. I want to be free, to run and not get tired, to have friends. You can give me these things." She smiled, a smile that reached her eyes, "This is my choice...you shouldn't harbor any guilt." Aisha looked into the mans eyes, seeing sadness in them, a human sadness. If this is the type of vampire she would become, she was not afraid of it.

With one hand, Aisha brushes hair long dark hair to one side, revealing the pale smooth flesh of her neck. Next, she removed the iv from her arm, since she supposed, she wouldn't need to it anymore. A flicker of a thought passed through her mind like a shooting star; What if I die from this? Aisha had wondering at times if her body would be too weak to accept becoming a vampire, but her commitment was set. She wanted this, she needed, this. Aisha waited silently for Lancaster to begin. 'I wont be the dying girl....,' she repeated those words over and over in her head.