
Fledgling - Octavia Butler
Fledgling is the story of an apparently young,
amnesiac girl whose alarmingly inhuman needs
and abilities lead her to a startling conclusion: She
is in fact a genetically modified, 53-year-old
vampire.
‘I awoke to darkness.
I was hungry—starving!—and I was in pain. There was nothing in my world but hunger and
pain, no other people, no other time, no other feelings.
I was lying on something hard and uneven, and it hurt me. One side of me was hot, burning.
I tried to drag myself away from the heat source, whatever it was, moving slowly, feeling my
way until I found coolness, smoothness, less pain.
It hurt to move. It hurt even to breathe. My head pounded and throbbed, and I held it
between my hands, whimpering. The sound of my voice, even the touch of my hands
seemed to make the pain worse. In two places my head felt crusty and lumpy and … almost
soft.
And I was so hungry.
The hunger was a violent twisting inside me. I curled my empty, wounded body tightly,
knees against chest, and whimpered in pain. I clutched at whatever I was lying on. After a
time, I came to understand, to remember, that what I was lying on should have been a bed.
I remembered little by little what a bed was. My hands were grasping not at a mattress, not
at pillows, sheets, or blankets, but at things that I didn’t recognize, at first. Hardness,
powder, something light and brittle. Gradually, I understood that I must be lying on the
ground—on stone, earth, and perhaps dry leaves.
The worst was, no matter where I looked, there was no hint of light. I couldn’t see my own
hands as I held them up in front of me. Was it so dark, then? Or was there something wrong
with my eyes? Was I blind?
I lay in the dark, trembling. What if I were blind?
Then I heard something coming toward me, something large and noisy, some animal. I
couldn’t see it, but after a moment, I could smell it. It smelled … not exactly good, but at
least edible. Starved as I was, I was in no condition to hunt. I lay trembling and whimpering
as the pain of my hunger grew and eclipsed everything.
It seemed that I should be able to locate the creature by the noise it was making. Then, if it
wasn’t frightened off by the noise I was making, maybe I could catch it and kill it and eat it.