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The Taste of Blood
Megan Cook, 6th grade
Why did Ami hurt so much? All she did was fall down a couple of stairs; it should not have been that big of a deal. Then she blacked out.
The next time Ami came back into the world of color instead of dark nothingness, she saw red and blue flashing lights. She heard yelling, buzzers. Am I in a hospital? She heard someone next to her say, “She is dying. Fell down some stairs and broke her spine. Losing too much blood. Put her in ICU. We’ll do the best we can to keep her alive.” She was about to try and speak, but she blacked out again.
Ami woke up later, and everything was blurry. Then it came into focus. Three people were standing by her bedside. All of them were wearing light blue and white clothing. Ami heard some quiet, muffled murmurs coming from them. She blinked, and they were gone. She looked around to try and find the people who had just been by her bedside.
A high-pitched, blood-curdling scream rang out through the air. What was that? Ami attempted to get up but found that she was strapped down to the bed.
Someone walked in carrying a hypodermic needle. He was standing in the frame of the doorway, and the next moment he was right beside her. He whispered something into her ear, then he stuck a long needle into her neck. Her neck went numb; she felt a hot, burning, stinging sensation covering her whole body. The man walked out.
Ami tried to get up again, but all she could move was her arms. Someone had unstrapped them. The sensation was still coursing through her veins. She reached up to touch her neck and felt liquid. It was blood. She blacked out a final time.
She woke up with a dry throat. I need something to drink. She remembered her bleeding neck, but when she touched it again it was dry, as if nothing had happened. Not even a scar. Once again she tried to sit up. The straps were gone. Then she saw the vial with red liquid in it, and her first thought was “blood.”
She gulped it down, and when it was gone she thought, Why did I do that? It was actually good. The dry throat was gone, and she was no longer thirsty.
The man who had poked her with the needle walked in. “Welcome,” he said in a melodic voice. “Welcome to the Vampires.” He smiled.