I died one hundred years ago before I was even born. The year was 1862, my father had gone off to war, and my mother was a teacher. My mother was six months pregnant with me when the Union attacked. My mother and I were killed on April 28 1862. Our home in Louisiana was burnt to the ground.
I don't know how much you know about heaven but when a babies dies, they go up there and are raised by angles, usably there ancestors. I grew up in heaven raised by my great great great great grandmother along with my mother and other relatives. I stopped growing when I reached eighteen and got my wings on my fortieth birthday.
Yes you have to earn your wings and 1902 on April 28, I got my wings. But my wings were different from the others, unlike ordinary angel wings mine were black and slick like raven wings. Because of that I was shunned by the others, my friends stopped playing with me… even some of my ancestors shunned me; they said I was a disgrace to the Clark name.
You want to know what happened to my father. He was turned into an immortal being, or what you might call it a vampire. But some of those stories of tours are lies, they are more human and get blood one of three was, one is they simply drink from people, another is they drink from animals, and the last is they simply steal from the hospitals; the blood bags not the people. They don't burn in the sun…per say, the sun weakens them a great deal, if left out in the sun for two long they will simple…turn to dust.
My father was an animal drinker, he died almost ten years ago today (which I forgot to add is July 29, 2009) now there are two ways to kill immortal beings. One is if another kills them, the other is if they stay in the sun, simple really.
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