Chapter 1: my home town
Some times living in a town full of vampires is difficult. For instance: they are all so beautiful I could cry, During the day I have to where sunglasses just to walk by them (they reflect the sun light), and worst of all I can never leave. Every thing about Forever Town is a big secret and once you are in on it you will never be aloud to leave.
We are not supposed to talk about the truth...ever! If a human outsider ever stumbles into town (and it is rare) they are told the vampires are just foreigners who keep funny hours, and are really pale. Not sure how those people buy that, what country do you know of where every one sleeps all day, have pale skin, and flawless body's? I only know of one place in the whole world where those people live and it is a small town in north eastern Connecticut, my home town of Forever.
The vampire population is fully integrated with the humans and, surprisingly they are generally accepted for what they are. Of course we all have to follow cretin rules to live together peacefully. The bloodies rules are easy: try not to eat any one, hunt only in the nearby wild life preserve, try not to deplete our natural resources, and never change any of the humans.
There really isn't much danger for them here any way. we humans don't exactly pose a threat to the immortal vampires. The rules we humans have to live by are a little more complicated: stay out of the vampire's hunting zone (if a hunting vampire catches your sent it could be potentially catastrophic), don't go out alone at night, steer clear of dark ally ways, don't antagonize them (witch is harder than it seems), be nice (but not too nice), and never under any circumstances are we to fall in love with a vampire.
You can judge how hungry they are by those beautiful eyes. The closer they are to black the further you should be from them. But if their eyes are bright red…like glowing red…that's how you know they just killed a human (and then you wonder witch of your friends was invited to dinner). The animal blood they are supposed to feed on dilutes their eye color to a muddy brown, but still the most beautiful puddle of mud anyone has ever seen.
Thankfully I seem immune to their various charms, or at least they think I am. I do my best to steer clear of them. I work at a grinder shop on the out skirts of town, little chance any of the bloodies will be coming in for a large ham on wheat. Unfortunately I also live four miles from my work and have no car. While the rich bloodies supplement our economy, I refuse to accept any of their gifts or money. Just one more way I keep my self from liking them to much. So I walk to and from work, I make sure my MP3 player is fully charged, and whenever I walk by them I pretend to be completely engrossed in my music. Above all I absolutely refuse to make eye contact!
Staying away from them is more difficult than I make it seem, their voices are the sweetest in the world and their eyes will melt you with one look. Their beauty is incomparable, and they only where designer cloths. If I weren't busy pretending not to notice them I'd chase them around like a puppy. I mean, who wouldn't drool over their flawless bodies, perfect hair, or pitch perfect voices?