Vampire Hearts., chapter 1
I walked along in the rain, soaking up the feeling of this night. The only thing providing me with light was the lone lamp post at the end of the street. I loved these kind of nights. To others it would seem dark and dreary, depressing even, but to me, it was beautiful, the rain seemed to wash away all of my impurities.
Music ran through my mind as the rain poured harder, soaking though my thin jacket and seeping into my shoes. I couldn't fit a song to a night like this. There was no way to describe the beauty of the lightning, the comfort of the rain, or the mood hanging in the air.
It was nights like these when I almost felt normal. When everything seemed to fit. Memories flashed before my eyes. Scenes like this of walking in the rain, playing with the moon, and dancing with the stars. Then again night was all I could remember. I couldn't face the sun, none of us could.
I smiled when I was joined by my brother. He took my hand in his and continued to walk with me. He wasn't like me. He aged and I didn't, his face becoming flawed while mine remained young and fair. He remained with me, keeping by my side through my life. He didn't abandon me, as many did.
I became cold and let out a small shiver. London wrapped his arm around my shoulder and turned me around, leading me back home. When inside, I shed my shoes and jacket. As I walked towards my room I took off my socks and shirt, changing completely once safely inside closed doors. I pressed play on my stereo waiting for familiar notes to play.
I lay on my bed, thinking of how the world portrayed anything they didn't know about. It brought a smile to my face when someone would speak of crucifixes and garlic. I knew many of us who were deeply religious, and, personally, I like garlic. Stakes were, once again, another myth; the things they had right were coffins and the sun. Sure, we could sleep in beds, we just preferred coffins, but the sun... It felt like fire, scorching what ever part of us it touched. No, we didn't hate light, but I preferred darkness.
My music sang me to sleep, leading me to dreams of that night...
The light of the T.V. lead me through the hallways as I made my way out of the house. I walked slowly down the street, turning at the lamppost. I headed towards the cemetery, my secret place to think. I sat on a familiar tomb and pulled my knees to my chest. The wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves just like it did every other night I came here. Something different lingered in the air that night. I looked up from my shoes to see a figure walking towards me. It came closer and sat on the tomb next to me. I could see now that it was a man, looking as if he was in his late twenties.
"What brings you out so late at night?" he asked me, his voice sounding tired and used.
"I just came down to think." I answered him. I let my legs down and started studying my wrists. My scars looked faded and old. Some a little newer than others.
"What drove you to do that to yourself?" the man inquired. I just shook my head, not wanting to discuss it, especially with someone I didn't know. "What's your name?"
"Anne." I replied, looking back up to him.
"That's a pretty name. Everyone calls me Vapir." he told me.
"Why do they call you that?" I asked.
"Honestly, I can't remember." he said, standing up to sit next to me. He took my wrist in his hand and ran a finger over the scars. "You're such a pretty girl, you don't deserve this." he whispered into my ear. I sat confused for a moment, he pushed my hair aside, leaning into my neck. I didn't I know what he was doing. Then I felt a sharp pain. I gasped, hoping, praying that it wasn't true. His mouth stayed at my neck for a while, making me weaker by the minute. He pulled away, with a trace of red on his lips. He laid me back on the tomb, taking a moment to whisper in my ear.
"You don't deserve to die. I'm going to give you the same choice I was given. Do you want to live as me? Or to end it all now?"
I managed to answer him in a desperate whisper, "I don't want to die." He nodded in reply taking his wrist to his mouth, then bringing it to mine.
Music ran through my mind as the rain poured harder, soaking though my thin jacket and seeping into my shoes. I couldn't fit a song to a night like this. There was no way to describe the beauty of the lightning, the comfort of the rain, or the mood hanging in the air.
It was nights like these when I almost felt normal. When everything seemed to fit. Memories flashed before my eyes. Scenes like this of walking in the rain, playing with the moon, and dancing with the stars. Then again night was all I could remember. I couldn't face the sun, none of us could.
I smiled when I was joined by my brother. He took my hand in his and continued to walk with me. He wasn't like me. He aged and I didn't, his face becoming flawed while mine remained young and fair. He remained with me, keeping by my side through my life. He didn't abandon me, as many did.
I became cold and let out a small shiver. London wrapped his arm around my shoulder and turned me around, leading me back home. When inside, I shed my shoes and jacket. As I walked towards my room I took off my socks and shirt, changing completely once safely inside closed doors. I pressed play on my stereo waiting for familiar notes to play.
I lay on my bed, thinking of how the world portrayed anything they didn't know about. It brought a smile to my face when someone would speak of crucifixes and garlic. I knew many of us who were deeply religious, and, personally, I like garlic. Stakes were, once again, another myth; the things they had right were coffins and the sun. Sure, we could sleep in beds, we just preferred coffins, but the sun... It felt like fire, scorching what ever part of us it touched. No, we didn't hate light, but I preferred darkness.
My music sang me to sleep, leading me to dreams of that night...
The light of the T.V. lead me through the hallways as I made my way out of the house. I walked slowly down the street, turning at the lamppost. I headed towards the cemetery, my secret place to think. I sat on a familiar tomb and pulled my knees to my chest. The wind blew through the trees, rustling the leaves just like it did every other night I came here. Something different lingered in the air that night. I looked up from my shoes to see a figure walking towards me. It came closer and sat on the tomb next to me. I could see now that it was a man, looking as if he was in his late twenties.
"What brings you out so late at night?" he asked me, his voice sounding tired and used.
"I just came down to think." I answered him. I let my legs down and started studying my wrists. My scars looked faded and old. Some a little newer than others.
"What drove you to do that to yourself?" the man inquired. I just shook my head, not wanting to discuss it, especially with someone I didn't know. "What's your name?"
"Anne." I replied, looking back up to him.
"That's a pretty name. Everyone calls me Vapir." he told me.
"Why do they call you that?" I asked.
"Honestly, I can't remember." he said, standing up to sit next to me. He took my wrist in his hand and ran a finger over the scars. "You're such a pretty girl, you don't deserve this." he whispered into my ear. I sat confused for a moment, he pushed my hair aside, leaning into my neck. I didn't I know what he was doing. Then I felt a sharp pain. I gasped, hoping, praying that it wasn't true. His mouth stayed at my neck for a while, making me weaker by the minute. He pulled away, with a trace of red on his lips. He laid me back on the tomb, taking a moment to whisper in my ear.
"You don't deserve to die. I'm going to give you the same choice I was given. Do you want to live as me? Or to end it all now?"
I managed to answer him in a desperate whisper, "I don't want to die." He nodded in reply taking his wrist to his mouth, then bringing it to mine.
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