My name is Jaden Christopher Daniels. I was born in the year of 1900. In the year of 1917 in London. My life put to a shocking surprise on 17, December 1917 for I was introduced to an internal life, I am all hoping you would like to hear my story. Let's start at the beginning shall we? I was walking with a beautiful young lady by the name of Izabelle, I was 17 years of age and so was she. We were talking and holding hands enjoying the evening. It was hot July, a couple of days before my 18th birthday, the lighting bugs were filling the air, the crickets chirping, the night was perfect. I had planned on marrying this young lady, for I had known her for quite sometime. As we were walking we passed a few buildings, I had one hand in my pocket messing with the ring box that I was planning on giving to my Izabelle. She was the most beautiful girl , she had blond hair as curly as they come, eyes as blue as the sky, and a smile that would stop you from breathing.
I glanced over at her and smiled. I stopped where we were, it was in front of a little shop on the outskirts of town. She asked me why we stopped, and I stepped in front of her and took her hands. I kissed her gently on her soft lips and then told her. "My darling Izabelle, I have loved you since the day I saw you. I have never wanted nothing more than for you and I to be together for the rest of our lives." She smiled as her eyes started to tear up. I wiped her eye and then got on my one knee as any gentleman would do, and pulled the ring out placing it on her finger. We were made for each other really. Our families had always been close, always together just about. My father and her father worked together. And our mothers were close as well. I knew that this would happen one day, Izabelle and I, I mean.
After months of preparation for our wedding it was time to do the real thing. It was a very formal wedding, but it was small. It was family and close friends only, it was at a fairly large church and everything was done in gold and white. I was at the end, at the altar waiting for my beloved Izabelle. The piano started playing the classic tune when a bride walks down the isle. I looked at her smiling, she looked absolutely stunning. She was in all white, a veil draping over her face and flowers in hand. They were magnolias, I will always remember those flowers. When Izabelle reached the altar, her mother took her flowers, and she stood in front of me. We took each other by the hands and looked each other in the eyes. She was pure stunning. The preacher began his serman as we waited to be wed. Finally it was time to speak our vows. I was going to say mine first. I smiled looking at her, she left me speechless at times. "Izabelle, my darling, my life and my soul, I have loved you since the day we met. I couldn't picture my life without you ever. You make my heart beat, and you are the reason I breathe. You are the reason I want to keep living. You're the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, and the only one I want to be with. I love you my sweet darling." I had finished saying what I needed to, and it was less than she needed, but we only had a certain amount of time to be here. Izabelle had a tear rolling down her cheek but she was smiling. She looked at me deeply, and opened her mouth letting her sweet voice take control. "Jaden, my love, and my one and only. You make me feel like I am the only person around when I am with you. You make me feel as if I am the only girl in the world. You make me have butterflies in my stomach." She said smiling and giggling. "... I want nothing more than to be with you for the rest of my life. For you are the one I have been waiting for my whole life." The preacher looked at us both, we knew that we were about to begin our lives together as a married couple. We were both filled with joy, and sheer happiness. "Do you Izabelle Marie Cunningham take Jaden Christopher Daniels to be your husband, to have and to hold in sickness and in health as long as you both shall live?" She smiled at me and nodded her head. "I do." she said ever so sweetly. He looked at me. "And do you Jaden Christopher Daniels take Izabelle Marie Cunningham to be your wife, to have and to hold through sickness and health and til death do you part?" I smiled my crooked smile. "I do." Izabelle smiled back at me. "By the power invested in me I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs Daniels. You may kiss your bride." I smiled and lifted her veil gently and kissed her passionately yet tender at the same time. I picked her up carrying her out of the church doors with our families crying and cheering together. It was finally perfect, Izabelle and I would be together forever.
A few months or so went by after the wedding and Izabelle and I had tried for a child, we had success a time but sadly at birth the baby had passed. It devastated the both of us, so we didn't want to keep trying for a while. There was no use in hurting ourselves more than we were already. After a few months Izabelle had come down with something, she was coughing up blood, so I knew she had come down with TB. A few weeks passed by and my sweet Izabelle had gotten weaker and weaker. I didn't know how much longer I would want my sweet Izabelle to go through this. She wasn't herself, she was always telling everyone she was fine, when we all knew she was far from fine. She was dying and I didn't think I would be able to handle it, either did our families. We all knew she wasn't going to be here very long. And as we predicted, she had passed on. I was in a dark state of mind, I was thinking suicide, I couldn't bare going on with out my Izabelle. I had gone into a pub every night, drinking myself until I didn't know who I was or where I was. I passed out in allies, and took different women home every night thinking that they could give me a feeling where I would forget my Izabelle. I was wrong, I would just picture Izabelle every time.
It was late, a little around midnight, I went out of the house walking around town. I walked around the little pub I went to, I walked in and took my usual sit at the bar and ordered my usual drink, whiskey over ice. I sat there and drank it all, and ordered another which turned into about 3 more orders. I looked over noticing there was a man sitting in the far corner, he was just sitting there watching me, or at least that is what I thought he was had blonde hair, he was a bit paler than most and he looked as if he was he was built strong. He had a stong jawline that could cut glass if it were to happen. He didn't look ordinary at all. He almost looked as if he were dead I couldn't tell much with my vision blurred and such. I got up from the bar stool, stumbling and swaying side to side as I started walking towards the door. I pushed the door open and made my way stumbling down the allyway.
As I turned on a corner I noticed a man, he looked a little a familar, or I thought he my mind could have been playing tricks on me considering I was still drunk at this point.I stopped dead in my tracks and looked at the man, I looked at him in a daze really and opened my mouth to begin to talk. "What the hell are you looking at? You want to pick a fight with me? WELL LET'S DO IT!" I raised my fists up and started swinging, I wasn't hitting anything but air. When all of a sudden everything was black.
I woke up with a deep pain in my throat something I had never felt before. I looked around and everything was looking different, it was much clearer, and I heard things a lot different. I could hear everything. I heard the leaves rustling in the wind, I could hear the moving of the water as it passed under a bridge near by. I stood up and held my hand against my head. I looked at my hands and they were whiter than anything I had ever seen. I looked my body up and down, I was more statue like, my veins were silver almost, not the blueish green they had been before. I put both of my hands in my hair and grabbed a hold of it, kind of in a panicked way and started spinning in a huge circle and let out a loud scream. When out of no where a blur came to me, and covered my mouth. "What is wrong with you? Can you not be quiet?" I looked at him and pushed his hand away from me. "YOU! What have you done to me?" The man just smiled and looked at me as if nothing was wrong. "Why, whatever do you mean chap? I have done nothing wrong." I looked at him furiously now. "I'm not what I was. I'm not human, everything I know is different. From my skin to my veins, even to my eyesight!"
The man just chuckled as if this were funny, I for one did not think it was. "You think I did this?" he said still laughing. "YES! I know you did this, you were following me last night, I saw you in that ally and then everything was black." He looked at me a little more serious now. "Yes, well, you smelled so... appetizing. I couldn't just let you get out of reach of me. I couldn't just kill you either." I looked at him confusingly. "Excuse me? I smelled appetizing? You couldn't let me die? What are you?" He smiled crookedly at me. "Well, I wouldn't say that it is just me we are talking about her, I believe you are now in this as well. You and I are vampires dear chap. My name is Stephan, and I am going to be your mentor until we can be sure you know how to get around on your own."
VampireI thought. I heard stories of these creatures when I was younger, I never thought they were real. "We? Who is we?"
"Our leader, Alexander has been informed I transformed you into one of us, we have been needing more of our kind, we are getting smaller and smaller because some newborns don't know how to control themselves and therefor end up with consequences. Now, you don't want those, that means you die. Now, let's get something for you to drink shall we? I know you must be hungry." he said and smiled a sly smile. I nodded at him and we went on our way.
As we walked down the side path of the street, I smelled something that made my mouth water. I blinked a few times trying to get the scent out of my head but that was no luck, the scent swam around in my head. Stephan just chuckled. "You're smelling blood young one." BloodI I reflected back on the tales of how these creatures, vampires, fed on the lives of innocent people. "You mean we are going to have to kill someone?" He shook his head. "See, you are not quite ready for that yet. No you, you are going to go to the butcher shop here." "What good is that. There is no.." I paused for a moment trying to get the word out of my mouth. "Blood there." Stephan turned and looked at me and smiled. "Well of course there is. That shop has raw meat which means there is still blood in it." I understood what he meant now at this point. I was going to end up eating raw meat, the thought of it disgusted me, animals were the only things that did such as eat raw meat. Was I an animal now?