My name is Alyssa Martins, and this is my story. I was born in New York City in 1823. Now I know what your thinking this must be the story of someone who died a long time ago.
Nope, I'm still here roaming the earth in the year 2008. How you wonder, why I must be over a hundred years old. Well I'm a 185 to be exact.
Now how does one live to be that old? Well I'm certainly not human that's for sure, I was once but that was long ago.
See the thing is I'm a vampire. Ha I know vampires aren't real, well me telling you my story proves that they are.
So why do you ask am I telling you my story. I have no clue. A friend of mine once told me that it might be a good idea. People should know my story as you will soon find out why.
I was born in 1823. It was a hard time.
There wasn't a lot of money.
I was very beautiful compared to most girls in my time. I was rich so I had a nice house where I could take baths and wash my hair.
But that wasn't what made me beautiful. See people in my town called me the snow white of New York City.
I had beautiful black hair that fell in perfect dark curls surrounding my face. My ivory skin was so perfect it looked like porcelain. I had perfect features everything went together.
So how did I become a vampire you wonder?
Well I'm getting to that patience.
I was walking home one night, after spending time with one of my best friends and her husband.
I was the only one of my friends not yet married. It wasn't because I hadn't been asked, I had many men who would have like my hand in marriage but none met my standards.
But anyways back to what I was saying, I happen to be slightly vain if you haven't noticed…hahaha.
So I was walking home, when out of a dark alley walked a man more handsome then any other I had ever seen.
I was speechless to say the least. He walked toward me with a small smile on his gorgeous lips. He had dark brown hair and pale, pale skin and the strangest red eyes that glowed in the night.
He stepped in front of me and spoke in a strange accent.
"Hello dear one, why may I ask is such a beautiful young lady walking around at night by herself?"
I couldn't answer that one because really I had no clue why I was walking by myself I mean I could have asked my friends husband, but I had always thought of my self as tough so I never feared anyone which I now realize was stupid.
The man I didn't realize had come so close he was standing directly in front of me.
For the first time in my life I felt frightened.
"Why do you look frightened my dear?" the strange man asked.
Now see the thing with me is I have an ATTITUDE. So when I finally recovered my speech I told the man.
" I look scared, because there is a strange red eyed man standing very close to me, when I did not ask him to be there."
"Oh my dear, you think this is scary, just me being close. Just wait there are things scarier then I in this world."
And with that this strange man grabbed my shoulders and brought his lips near my throat as if he were going to kiss me but no that was not what was happening.
No I realized something terrible was happening when I felt the sharp pain in my throat and the sting of skin being ripped. I screamed aloud, but no one came.