Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 11

This is chapter 11 of Child of the Night to read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page.

Chapter 11 – Clara’s Transformation

Clara’s Perspective

I had been 40 for a week, it was a week too long.
I could feel my time on this planet dripping away whilst my body aged unstoppably.
I hadn’t achieved all I had wanted to at Bridgeport City Hall by this age.
I was desperate to stop the aging process and suddenly knew that the answer had been in front of me all along. My cousin Kendra was a natural-born vampire.

I knew that Kendra had the power to turn others, I’d seen it in action with her ex-boyfriend Notzo Curious back in our home town of Twinbrook. It had backfired with him so I knew that convincing her wouldn’t be simple. But, like I said, I was desperate.
It was time to turn on the waterworks.

“It’s over Kendra!” I wailed, “I’m never going to make it into congress!”

She looked up from the computer where she had been writing her novel for most of the day and grasped me in a hug.

“Calm down cous’ well find a way around whatever it is that you feel is blocking you career-wise.”

I almost felt guilty at this point, Kendra was my best friend in the world but she could also give me the one thing I wanted more than anything.

“it’s not fair!” I mumbled into her shoulder, “I’m 40, by the time my Dad was my age he was being taken seriously as a politician. I should have stayed in Twinbrook. Moving to the city was the stupidest thing, looks matter here just as much as ideas. My PR team told me the latest polls show that the city thinks I’m too old to be in touch with their needs! Damn bunch of ungrateful yuppies.”

Kendra was surprised by my outburst. She backed off and attempted to placate me.

“Oh come on Clara, you’ve always said those polls are joke, that they never ask a wide enough selection of people. Sit down, I’ll make you some dinner.”

Clearly the whining and tears weren’t working it was time to change tactics.

“It’s alright for you,” I shouted, “it will be many years before you start to age. You don’t know how good you’ve got it. I’m becoming a dried up old prune and you still look the same as you did at 21!”

It was the killer blow. I knew Kendra felt sensitive about her condition. The problem with knowing each other so well was that we knew exactly what to say to each other to push each others buttons.  It was awful of me but necessary.

Kendra stormed upstairs to her room. I gave her a few minutes to calm down before following her.

“I’m sorry Kendra, I shouldn’t have lashed out like that. It’s just the older I get the more invisible I feel in public. People don’t look at me the way they used too. I know I’m still a good-looking woman, but I’m no longer young and the population of Bridgeport seems to get younger every year.”

She sighed, clearly uncomfortable with the conversation.
“It’s okay Clara, I get it. I just think maybe it’s time that I got my own place. It hard for you to come home and see me looking the way I do. I get that.”

That was not the outcome I was looking for. I needed her.

“I know how to fix it. I want you to turn me before I get any older.”

Kendra was not at all sure that she wanted to do this. I was relying on her love for me overcoming her hesitation.

My faith and persistence eventually paid off. Kendra couldn’t stand seeing me unhappy.
She took hold of my wrist and sank her teeth in. I felt drunk on the power of that bite.

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Kendra’s Perspective

Somehow Clara had talked me into turning her.
It wasn’t something I’d done willingly, as I knew that every person turned with a bite had a 50/50 chance of also receiving a negative personality overhaul.
But I had never seen Clara so desperate, and knowing I was the only one who could solve her problem gave me a delicious taste of power.

Once it was done Clara’s mood lifted immeasurably.

“Thanks so much Cous’ you won’t regret this I swear it. Me and you really will run this town now!”

I hugged her, hoping and praying inside that she was right. I really hoped I wouldn’t regret this the way I regretted turning my childhood sweetheart Notzo.

My nerves were on edge and I needed calming down. There was only one person capable of doing that my sort-of-boyfriend Eb Clavier. I called him and he was more than happy to come straight around.

His smile melted my heart and stopped the adrenalin racing around my body. Yet the fact that he was so pleased to see me again made my heart skip a beat.

Eb could tell that I was upset about something and soon had his arms around me. Nothing in this world could have made me feel happier at that moment.

“Thank you for coming Eb, it means so much to me that you are here. I think I may have done something very stupid today.”

He stroked my hair and held me tighter.
“Whatever it is Kendra, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think.”

Just for a second I wanted to believe him.

I suddenly felt very tired. The emotional rigor of the day had worn me out.

Eb didn’t ask anything of me, he simply held me close as we slept that night.

The next morning I was determined to make it up to him.

We spent the morning in my room making love over and over again. I really couldn’t get enough of this man.

Even when we finally managed to put on some clothes to say goodbye we couldn’t keep our hands off of each other.

I decided to spend the rest of my day working on my projects.

I utilized my afternoon painting, it was a good sideline that brought in a few pennies from the rich folks that commissioned my services.

I then settled down to concentrate on my novel.

The Girl With Diamond eyes was close to completion and I was excited about submitting it to the publishers. They had read and approved that first few chapters and I finally felt as if my dream of becoming a writer was coming to fruition.

I didn’t move from my computer until Clara returned home from work later that evening.
She looked a little worse for wear. I knew it was the effects of the transformation on her body. She would soon be a full vampire.

With this in mind I decided to go grocery shopping for Plasma Juice and Plasma Fruit. The only kinds of food specially made for vampires like me.

I hoped to train vampire Clara into good habits to stop her from turning evil like Notzo had.

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Clara’s Perspective:

After work the next day I wasn’t feeling to good. I decided to take myself off to the hospital for a check up rather than worry Kendra with my hypochondria.

I parked my motorbike and ran to the front desk. I could actually feel my blood burning in my veins, it was disconcerting to say the least.

Just as I reached the front door the feeling within me stalled my movements.

The boiling of my blood abated but I felt the heat shoot out of my eyes and I seemed to be levitating!

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Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 9

This is chapter 9 of Child of the Night.
To read from the beginning please go to the Contents Page.

Child of the Night: The Kendra Magna Story – Chapter 9

The day after we moved into the penthouse apartment in Bridgeport, my cousin Clara put her networking skills to use.

While I sipped on some plasma juice, which was abundantly available in the city, she was on the phone to City Hall checking the plans for her first day working for the local council.

I sometimes envied her ambition and drive to succeed.  I had yet to get my career as an author off the ground. I just hoped the city would aid me with this as Clara believed that it would.

It wasn’t long before the carpool turned up to take Clara to her new job. I waved her goodbye at the door and wished her luck although I didn’t think she needed it.

Unknown to me, Clara was actually very nervous. The council in the city was much bigger and more important than that of rural Twinbrook where we came from.

She hoped that they would welcome her ideas and not laugh her out of the building.

The building itself was very imposing. It was at least twice the size of Twinbrook Town Hall  and was topped by a large copper plated dome.

When she finished her first day I decided that we should hit the town to celebrate her new job and make the most of our new urban life.

We spent a good couple of hours getting ready, we were determined to look glamorous and fit in with the cool city crowd.

We decided to try out a trendy bubble bar at a club called Aquarius. Breathing in the fruit scented bubbles made us both feel light-headed and giggly.

High on bubbles we felt less inhibited and decided to try out the rooftop dance-floor.

The view over the city was breathtaking. It was hard to believe that we now lived in such an incredible and vibrant place.

The next morning whilst I slept in, Clara somehow got herself out of bed by 6am. She made herself some breakfast and quietly left the apartment long before I rose.

When I finally managed to move myself from the comfort of my bed I decided to head down to a local publishers with samples of my work. Outside the grand building I felt hopeful as I saw titles from some of my own favourite authors in the display windows.

I dropped off my work with the receptionist and prayed it would make it onto a publishers desk. Then I wondered back out into the city dreaming of the day I’d see my own name in those windows.

I was so lost in my reverie that I almost bumped into a smartly dressed man walking towards me.

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