Far From There

by Borgin

Told from the pov of a weak vampire. Short, but then again, that's my specialty.

Far From There

by Borgin

I never wanted to be a vampire.

Yet I am.

A member of the living dead – God save me, I whisper.

But there is no God. Nor is there a great power. I know, because I haven't been saved from this dreadful fate – worse than death.

I only feed because of need. Otherwise, I'd be like human.

But I'm not.

So the one who changed me will regret that day. For I am weak, and will bring nothing to her name.

I live, currently, in remote Oklahoma, far from the reaches of New Mayhem. But the residents are suspicious of the deaths, so I'll relocate soon.

But where? It can't be near any large vampiric communities. And still not near to here.

So I'll wander. Far from here, far from there.

All alone, a single vampire in a vast world of hatred.

How did I get to be something that I regret being? If only that blood had never been drawn.

Then, my soul would have been peacefully at rest.

But then, if there is no God, there is no heaven, so maybe then my soul would be restless for eternity.

But it hurts to think this way, so I try to avoid it.

As I walk far from there.

-finis 1/1-

There's something that just doesn't seem to work here, but if you review me with constructive criticism, I'd greatly appreciate it and repost the better version. Thanks!