Hey guys, well this thought just kind of came into my head today and I went with it, give it a chance and let me know what you think!
Throughout my life, I used to think that time really didn't matter. It's just a creation that society has placed that tells us when we have the chance to do certain things. Before you know it, 10 years have flown by and you feel like it's only been 10 minutes. So why is it that time is so unimportant to me? Well, you see, I'm a vampire. Who needs to keep track of time when you live forever, right?
Wrong.
Time used to be so precious to me when I was a human. I wanted to make sure I lived to see and do everything. My older sister, Katherine, and me were supposed to travel the world and go to places that we have only dreamed of. How naïve we were.
After living for over 500 years, I have come to realize that having an infinite amount of time on my hands didn't mean that I had my freedom. I was running. Running from a man who almost destroyed my sister's life and mine. You may think that running is cowardly, but running is better then dying. My loyalty to my life has proven to be my downfall and if it wasn't for the predicament my sister had unfortunately put herself into, my life would be dramatically different.
My name is Lilyana Petrova and this is my story.