The life of a vampire;
It's not all glamour and riches, the way Hollywood likes to make you believe. It's not the love triangles and affairs that those books like to make you believe. Though, I must say, the Vampire Louis, would have sympathised with me had he been something more than a work of fiction. Then again; is that not what you all believe us to be? Fiction. Characters. Fairy tales. The monsters under your bed that your parents told you about when you were children. In truth, we are. To those blinded by the sunlight, anyway. To everyone else, we are very much real.
I apologize for that tone. I don't mean to frighten you. Quite the opposite really. I wish to tell you a story. A story I know will be published and slipped in between a row of books categorized as 'Fiction' but I'd like to start out by telling you, that this is not the case. It's very real. Perhaps...more real than the real world? Yes, perhaps. I will not lie to you, for I am a noble creature and pride myself in all I've done. I regret nothing...
Nothing at all.
Saying good-bye to sunlight, had not been as difficult as I had once thought. Not in the least. Saying good-bye to my family, my friends, had been the easiest thing in the world for me. I never once looked back, never once gave a damn if they lived, if they missed me, if they sought me out, if they constantly berated themselves for not finding a single trace of me; as if I had merely vanished into thin air. I did not care. With my death, came this detachment from normal human feelings and reactions and though it should have frightened me, shaken me to the very core that I could not feel a single thing...it didn't. Because...well, I could not feel it. Couldn't feel that pety human emotion. Not anymore.
Century upon century...I was empty. Trying to fill that void with blood and death and destruction. I felt alone despite the constant company I kept; or, seemed to attract because I could not bring myself to enjoy said company, no matter how I forced myself to. My cold skin was numb to their touch, their friendly handshakes, their kisses, caresses...I felt not a thing and in so, was wild and frantic in my desperation to feel something. Anything at all.
Then one day, I met him...
and I felt again.
- Roderich Edelstein.
A/N: Guess who~? Yeah, it's me again with more vampire good-ness. Hetalia this time because I think Spain x Austria is soooo unloved and It's my favorite Hetalia pairing. Yay Habsburgs~! Anyway...just a little intro.
~ Matt.