Prologue
“What do you want from me?” I ask Santiago as he comes at me.
“I’m going to kill you,” he tells me quickly. “For murdering my sister.”
“Well, you have every right to try, but I must warn you that I fully in-tend to see a century.”
Santiago huffs forebodingly. “If I have anything to do with it, you won’t even see a decade. But tell me—before I rip your throat out—tell me what being a vampire is really like. I might just re-consider slaying you.”
He glares at me grimly, and I know that even if I told him the most harrowing story, his mind would not waver.
Chapter One
I stood outside the little boutique, contemplating whether or not it was in my best interest to enter. I sighed and decided to go in. The bell clanged my arrival as I pushed open the door. Conveniently, there was no one there.
I smiled at the cashier, whose face fell at my entrance, but I paid no attention to her. If I was in the killing mood, she would be the first to go. Anyone who looked at me like that would have to go. But as it just so happened, I woke up this morning without the intent to kill.
It was lucky for the people in this shop, however, unlucky for any of the people that I come across in the passing days. If I didn’t take a life to-day, I would take two tomorrow. It’s like a drug habit; you always need more the next time to get any sort of thrill.
“Can I help you?” The woman at the counter asked. She eyed me suspiciously, and I guess I could understand.
My hair still had sticks and dead leaves in it (the product of sleeping outdoors for five days straight without washing), and my clothes were all ripped apart, and I looked more rugged than I really was.
Being newly reformed (I think that might be the only way of refe-rencing it that makes any sense), I wanted to get a feel for how my new body worked by trying it in various situations before settling down in any one specific place.
I wish that I could say that my story is one of great loss and hatred and acts of vengeance, but sadly, it is not. I was not stolen from my bed one stormy night or forced to watch my family be murdered.
No, nothing as horrible as that. I simply did not want to go on living like I was.
“I was just looking.” I told her. As I walked away, I could feel her eyes piercing my back. It took all my strength to not turn around and rip her head off.
I found the bathroom with ease, sauntered in and begin doing very human rituals. I shook the dirt from my hair and flattened it with the palms of my hand. Gristle and grime didn’t stick to my face like they did during my human years. I rubbed my face, and what little reminder of last night’s hunt vanished down the drain. I guess if you were careful, there was no real need for clean up.
The fangs throbbed a bit but only because they were still fresh. Santiago said that it would go away after a few months, though. They didn’t create suspicion because I can hide them so well. They’re not retractable or anything, not like in the movies and books. And I’ve read a lot of books and seen a lot of movies about vampires.
would you read this? It is just for jollies, and I do not intened to persue it any further!!! I will leave the vampires and werewolves and other mythical creatures for someone else.
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