Hearing every breath, feeling every blink. One of the few perks of being a vampire. As we all crowded together in the corner of e basement, the breathing stopped. As the sun approached us we knew that the end was coming, getting closer and closer by the second. Now all we could do was hope. Hope that we would be spared, yet again. Most of us wished that we could just go back to our normal lives, our regular routines. But that was unbearable we weren't even allowed to think about our past lives but I did, I always could. That was what he called my "gift". Whatever that means but I still do use it well, I can make people show me what I want to see and I can make people see what I want them to see. But whenever I tried to remember, it came back. The burning fiery sensation that seemed to take forever to leave my system. It justmake me want to die right then. He said it would be over soon. But I didn't listen. I jus kept screaming. Screaming for the person I knew would never come.