Let me introduce myself. My name was Kiele Skylark 381 years ago, now it is Elizel Simmons. The reason why I am still alive after 381 years is not because I had watched my health and is now some scrawny, hunchbacked old granny. In fact I looked exactly the same, as I was when I died at the tender age of 18. I sill had the same reddish-brown waist length hair, emerald green eyes, heart-shaped face, a dancer lithe body structure and a height of 165 cm. That is if I had remembered correctly, after all I have not seen my own reflection since 1626. I am what the 21st century call, a creature from a nightmare meant to scare children. In the past, many call me a demon but truthfully, I am a vampire. I had been dead since my 18th birthday on 7/3/1626. I had lost not only my life that night but my whole family too.
The murderer of my family was none other then my sire, in other words my master. He was the one that turned me to what I am now. He kept me for himself, like how a child selfishly keeps his favorite toy. The memories of those days were bittersweet, I was not allowed to leave him for anybody or anything, if I did, the consequences were dire. I had managed to escape from him when hunters, people that had sworn to eliminate vampires, ambushed us. They had trapped him under a burning water wheel and I took the chance to escape. The painful and furious screams of my sire still haunts me to this very day…
Finishing my cocktail, I stood up and paid Thomas, the bartender, the money and left. The cold night air assaulted me as I walked towards the apartment that I owned. " Hey baby you want to go for a little spin with me!" a rough voice slurred, I turned around to see a drunken thug. "No thank you." I replied politely hoping he would get the hint and go away. Sad to say, there was no such luck. The thug stupidly just walked nearer and nearer until our noses were almost touching. " I hate girls who play hard to get. I don't give a damn what you think. I find you desirable and you should find yourself lucky for I only go for real beauties. So why don't you listen to me and come along or else…." He let the threat linger in he air. I could smell alcohol in his breath; after all it was so strong that even a normal human could smell it, no need to even ask if you had sharper senses.
" Puh-lease like you can do anything to me. Come'on look at you. You are all brawn but no brain. Plus all you can do to me is most probably is make me as empty-headed as you." I laughed. The thug's face literally turned red and he hissed, " That's it! No more! I will just take you here and now and make you mine!", he had just said the magic words to piss me off. Snarling at him, I allowed my face morph to its true form. Glad to see he had enough brains to feel scared. I started to beat him into pulp, all the while shouting, " Never ever say that I belong to you! I belong to no one! I am nobody's! Get that through your thick head!" Once satisfied that he now lay as a bloody mess, I continued on my journey.
I entered my apartment and threw myself onto the sofa. Staring at the moon, I remembered the life I had, before all this fiasco started. My brothers and I would all laze in the private gardens in our father's keep and gaze at the moon, telling each other our day's activities. Smiling sadly at this memory, I got up and went to my desk where my latest story lay. The story had been lying there since my "writer's block" two weeks ago. The story had been long overdue and the memory of my editor storming into my apartment to yell herself hoarse had been hilarious, to me only I suppose, as she did not and only glared harder when I laughed out loud. With a sigh, I started to put on my thinking cap when I idea hit me. I could write a book about my past! Grinning madly to myself, I crumpled the old story and chucked it into the bin. I grabbed a new piece of paper and started to write.
To those who are reading this book, the story written on these pages are up to you to believe whether they are real or not. For me, these pages contain my past and all the horrible things that I have done and gone through. So, please listen to my story from the very beginning. The life that I had before the dream………