FOSTER, abigail margaret [finished]

[abigailfoster]

they encourage your complete cooperation, send you roses when they think you need to smile.
i can't control myself because i don't know how, and they love me for it, honestly, i'll be here for a while.

ABIGAIL MARGARET FOSTER
abbie. eighteen. female. straight. vampire. dark.julia.

"Your name is Abigail Foster. You are eighteen years old. You were bitten on the twenty-ninth of December, of the year two-thousand and eleven. If you want answers, be at the following address at ten o' clock next Friday night."

I carefully refolded the tattered paper, the fibers rough and wearing thin from being folded and unfolded so many times. I'd received the letter over a week ago. Now it was Friday. I'd been this way for nearly a month, and this one piece of paper gave me more answers than I'd found for myself in the last three and a half weeks.
I could still remember it, waking up aching and bloody, sprawled on the cold cement floor of a condemned apartment building, every atom of my being aching with a thirst I'd never known before. I didn't know where I was, who I was, or, at that point, what I was. I couldn't remember a single thing from before that moment. Everything was darkness. Surely I had to have existed before then; I could walk, talk, read, write, tie my shoes- all the common things expected of someone my age, whatever the actual number was. The fact that I knew that those things were expected of someone my age was proof that I hadn't just appeared from nothingness. But my past, who I was, and where I'd come from, was all gone.
It had taken me hours before I could leave the crumbling building. Stepping out into the open was terrifying. I felt vulnerable, like a million eyes were on me. It was then that I knew I wasn't human. Everything had a sharp clarity to it- sounds, smells, sights. Everything was like it was in HD. My skin looked white in the moonlight, the air rasping in and out of my lungs felt strange, and when I stopped, I found that I didn't even need to breathe, it was merely a habit. A sprint to the end of the block, which would normally take several seconds, took less than one.
And then it happened. He happened.
I don't know where he came from. I don't know who he was, or what he was doing out at such an hour, but when he rounded the corner, something inside of me snapped. I could feel his heartbeat, my own pulse matching it. I could hear the rush of blood in his veins. I could smell him, rich and irony in the air. He looked around, nervous and jittery. He hadn't seen me yet. One more step toward me, and i couldn't contain myself. My canines felt like razorblades. His scent was overwhelming.
I had him silenced in under a second, his body drained of blood within two minutes.
I'd never felt so alive.
Snapping back to the present, I shivered, glancing down at the note again before tucking it in to my pocket. The crimes I had committed since then, the atrocities, only grew in number. But tonight it would change. Tonight, I might finally understand.
I glanced up at the ominous building, a gothic manor in the oldest part of the town.
Would I finally meet the one who had made me? Would I finally learn who I used to be? Would it matter?
I walked up to the wrought-iron gates, placing a hand on them, and, to my surprise, finding them unlocked. They swung inward with a groaning rattle, and I made my way up the long, cobbled path, lined on the sides with yew and calla lilies. The door was just as intimidating as the rest of the dark facade, and I'll admit, I wavered in raising my hand to ring the bell.
A dark ring echoed through the house, and almost instantly, the heavy wooden door swung open to reveal a man in a well-tailored suit holding his arm out to me.
"Miss Foster," He said with a congenial smile, an expression that felt eerily out of place, "We've been expecting you."

Abbie is currently in the care of the man who turned her, an ancient vampire by the name of Markos Dragomir. He is using her in every sense of the word, gaining her trust with promises of helping her understand how to control her thirst, and keeping her safe, both from others and herself. He is teaching her how to control it, but is using that control to take out his enemies. Abbie is terrified, confused, and still at a loss as to what happened in her past.

app by kel <3

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