The Last Dawn
I was so young then, I wish I could say the same now. Young and foolish. They say that curiosity killed the cat-well, just consider this to be the cat's story. Looking back at it now I know that I invited it into my life, I was searching for death. I wish I hadn't but then if I had my way I wouldn't be telling you this tale.
I was a normal kid. I never stood out in a crowd, a picture of normalcy. Which meant, I had serious problems. I think it was because I didn't stand out that no one noticed any of them. Besides if you want to get lost Sunnydale is the place to do it. I had some friends but none of them were really close to me. The fact that people disappeared from school, then showed up at the Bronze to take their friends, hindered my social life as well. There was no one but myself to share the pain I felt with-the curse of the white middle-class suburban female.
The moment I was diagnosed I knew it was just a matter of time. My illness took a toll on my family; the fights got louder as the medical costs rose. I didn't cry when my father walked out of the house promising to come back when things died down. I sat back waiting to die; and one night not long ago I did-I just wish it was the cancer that had killed me.
I was having one of my rare good nights and convinced my mother to let me go for a walk around the block alone. I should have known better but like I said I was looking for death. It found me not ten feet from my front door. This tall dark and dangerous guy approached me grabbed my shoulders then sunk his face into my neck. I felt the prick of his elongated teeth and knew him for what he really was- death, a vampire. A sticky, coppery taste filled my senses then there was darkness.
He was standing over me when I woke up. A pounding worse than anything I had felt during chemotherapy sessions drove through my head. I was hungrier than I had ever felt before. That was when he told me what he was and what I had become. I would not grow old, or feel pain again. That my hunger would subside if I fed it and only one thing would satisfy me. Blood. I too had become death.
But no matter what I told myself about it, I still couldn't do it. I couldn't find it in myself to drink some else's blood to take their life away like mine had been. I am many things but I am not a monster.
That's why I'm writing this now I can't live an unlife. I will not be a parasite feeding from others to live forever. That's what the cancer was doing to me-I am not a cancer. I've been reading and there are several ways to kill a vampire, beheading, a stake to the heart, holy water, and crosses. My favorite is sunlight; I used to love watching the sunrise in the east each morning treating each dawn as if it was my last.
I don't want to be forgotten, I want my parents to know what happened to me, I want others to know how dangerous the streets can be at night. I want the only kind of immortality humans should be allowed to achieve; I want to be remembered. This is my last sunrise, the last dawn. I am no longer afraid of dying, but I am terrified of living. I hope the sun is bright, I hope it doesn't hurt too much; I hope my parents understand. I hope. That is what sets me apart from the others of my kind, and I know whatever is waiting for me when it's over will approve.
I was so young then, I wish I could say the same now. Young and foolish. They say that curiosity killed the cat-well, just consider this to be the cat's story. Looking back at it now I know that I invited it into my life, I was searching for death. I wish I hadn't but then if I had my way I wouldn't be telling you this tale.
I was a normal kid. I never stood out in a crowd, a picture of normalcy. Which meant, I had serious problems. I think it was because I didn't stand out that no one noticed any of them. Besides if you want to get lost Sunnydale is the place to do it. I had some friends but none of them were really close to me. The fact that people disappeared from school, then showed up at the Bronze to take their friends, hindered my social life as well. There was no one but myself to share the pain I felt with-the curse of the white middle-class suburban female.
The moment I was diagnosed I knew it was just a matter of time. My illness took a toll on my family; the fights got louder as the medical costs rose. I didn't cry when my father walked out of the house promising to come back when things died down. I sat back waiting to die; and one night not long ago I did-I just wish it was the cancer that had killed me.
I was having one of my rare good nights and convinced my mother to let me go for a walk around the block alone. I should have known better but like I said I was looking for death. It found me not ten feet from my front door. This tall dark and dangerous guy approached me grabbed my shoulders then sunk his face into my neck. I felt the prick of his elongated teeth and knew him for what he really was- death, a vampire. A sticky, coppery taste filled my senses then there was darkness.
He was standing over me when I woke up. A pounding worse than anything I had felt during chemotherapy sessions drove through my head. I was hungrier than I had ever felt before. That was when he told me what he was and what I had become. I would not grow old, or feel pain again. That my hunger would subside if I fed it and only one thing would satisfy me. Blood. I too had become death.
But no matter what I told myself about it, I still couldn't do it. I couldn't find it in myself to drink some else's blood to take their life away like mine had been. I am many things but I am not a monster.
That's why I'm writing this now I can't live an unlife. I will not be a parasite feeding from others to live forever. That's what the cancer was doing to me-I am not a cancer. I've been reading and there are several ways to kill a vampire, beheading, a stake to the heart, holy water, and crosses. My favorite is sunlight; I used to love watching the sunrise in the east each morning treating each dawn as if it was my last.
I don't want to be forgotten, I want my parents to know what happened to me, I want others to know how dangerous the streets can be at night. I want the only kind of immortality humans should be allowed to achieve; I want to be remembered. This is my last sunrise, the last dawn. I am no longer afraid of dying, but I am terrified of living. I hope the sun is bright, I hope it doesn't hurt too much; I hope my parents understand. I hope. That is what sets me apart from the others of my kind, and I know whatever is waiting for me when it's over will approve.