Vampires. Instantly, you get the picture of tall, pale, unnaturally beautiful people, with ruby lips and sparkling eyes. Not true. Not in the slightest, okay, maybe the tall and pale part is true. But none of us are inhumanly beautiful, not me at least. Well I suppose you want to know who 'me' is exactly… My name is Sapphire Roxanne Devlin, I'm 57, I'm a vampire and this is My Story.
It all happened in 1963, I was 15 and happy, I had all the right friends, all the right clothes and of course, all the right attention. Until I met Desmond. Well, we never officially met. You see, I was at a party one night many years ago and, naturally, I drank too much so I decided to run outside and vomit in a back alley, too bad really, seeing as that back alley was were Desmond was prowling. Hungry. And there I was, drunk and alone, so he infected me.
Now, getting bitten by a vampire isn't as glamorous as most books tend to make out, in fact, it's gruesome; you get left with a big purple-ish bruise that goes down after a year or so of becoming infected. Attractive.
I didn't know what had hit me, suddenly the world split into stars and glitter, that was when I passed out. I woke up later in a cold grey room, with two pale faces looking down on me worriedly. I slammed my eyes shut, they didn't notice as they carried on talking,
"Again! He did it again!" said a tinkling voice of a female
"Hush, she is coming to." breathed a calm authoritive voice
"Hush my bloody arse. She shouldn't even be here!" came the annoying tinkle again
This was about the time I let them know about my being conscious by fluttering my eyes open. To my surprise I was completely sober! "who are you? Were am I? what happened?" I screeched, quickly becoming panicked. The man bent over me studying my neck, "You, my dear, have been infected. By a vampire." he said, in that calm voice from before. I have to say, I laughed, I thought they were joking, having me on.
If only.
Erik. Erik Pathalion. Doctor in world war II. He was the one who tried to stop me from running, and Petunia Tabitha Eliza IV was the aggravating one who clearly could not care less. It didn't surprise me she was a former Empress. Truly, It did not. They spent the whole night explaining what would happen to me, but I wouldn't listen; I'd read Dracula, I got the feeling I knew already. Soon the sun began to stain the sky with pink streaks and orange flecks, I stared at the sky through a tiny window in the corner of the room thinking to myself, when a sparkling voice spoke from behind me, "um, Erik sent me to, er, show you to your… Coffin" of course. I thought. How predictable, a Coffin. I turned to look at the person who had spoken- and Jeez, what a sight, he had shoulder length blond hair and fathomless grey eyes, he filled the room with his very presence, making everything look ugly and dismal in contrast to him. "Fajero," He said, seeing me ogle "And you are…?" he looked at me expectantly- It was then I realized he was asking me a question. "Oh, ah, my name?" I giggled nervously, "I'm.. uhh, Sa..Sapphire!" I blushed "But everyone calls me sapph or, uh, sapho" I shut my mouth, deciding it better if I didn't talk. What was up with me? "Hmm, Follow me, aah… Sapho," He said with a smirk "This way," He led me down a dark tunnel, twisting and turning, past great oak doors, Tiny little portholes and massive amounts of locks. Finally, after what felt like hours of walking in awkward silence, he stopped. "This is where you'll be living – pardon the pun – for now." Fajero boomed, his voice reverberating through the blackness of the tunnel, he then turned on his heel and melted into the dark. I sighed and pushed tentatively on the door, the room was great, maroon silk curtains draped one balcony and Ruby carpet was rolled on the floor. In the corner of the room there was a faint glowing lamp, next to which was an elegant dressing table. Perfect, I thought, a smile on my face.