Chapter 1: Silver linings? Ha, more like the WOrLd hATes yoU!
I was born slightly different from others. Cravings, a resistence to death, eh other things that would take too long to list. I remember marveling at my sharper canines. Biting into my hand hard enough to break skin. My own family was scared of me.
Then, I turned thirteen. I remember the day almost fifty years ago. The pain, fangs, screaming. It all sends a shiver down my spine. And what disgusts me is the fact that a part of me was thinking, 'Enjoy it Kenny! Laugh with me, you fool!' I can still hear it. Beating at my consciousness - if u could call it that - with a hammer. Enough of that though. Why don't we get to the point.
My name is Kenneth McCormick, and I am a vampire.
Don't believe me? Great, go on non-believing. You can stomach this better, thinking it's a little fantasy. For those of you who do, welcome to the club. I guess you are either one yourself, or smart enough to figure it out (Not saying that some people aren't smart, they're just...oblivious). Let's cut to the chase now. More seriousness - is that a word?
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I laid on my bed, gasping in lungfuls of breath, the pain was slowly receding back to the depths of Hell that it had come from. My chest heaved, but my heart no longer beat in it. My head was spinning and throbbing.
What happened?
I blinked, warm tears dripping down my face as I moved in the slightest. Agony dripping off my sweaty, greasy forehead, my dirty blonde hair plastered against my skin and neck. Sitting up, my eyes rolled back into my head as I bit my lip trying not to scream from my dry throat. Finally getting my breathing back to normal, I examined my room, it's black, rotting carpet was stained with every imaginable substance. The walls had holes, not a good thing in Colorado, during the fucking winter! My bed, a couple of springs wrapped up in stitched-together clothing. In fact, most were hand-me-downs that had been given to me by my older brother, Kevin.
But something seemed different, like I had stepped into an HD Tv or something. I could see every fringed fiber of my clothes, small pieces of fabric snapping quietly. I could hear everything almost as if I was listing to Kyle's headphones, what were they called? Screw it, you don't really need to know at the minute. It was blasting, even my shallow breaths sounded too loud, but, somehow, comfortable.
"Getting used to the senses, huh?" I jumped up, landing halfway across the room, baring my fangs at the unknown voice. "Who's there?" Now I feel retarded.
A blonde girl, a couple inches taller than me stood by the wide-open window, her red-orange eyes laughing. She laughed, closing her eyes and bending over. Her voice was girly and soft. She straightened and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry." She apologized and bowed. "Katalina d'Artel." She smiled lightly. "Call me Kat." I nodded slowly, the pain slowly beginning to crawl into my viens.
"What's going on?" I slurred. "You'll find out soon enough."
Everything went black.